(Intro) wide-eyed one with a mind full of wonder

[couldabeenturbo]

Part One: Closed To Canonmates

His first inclination after being told where he was, and what had happened, was elation. That finally, finally, he could be a proper adventurer, explore the wilds of this strange and amazing new world without being seen as part of a matching set. That people wouldn't look at him and see one-third of something, but a whole. Dewey Duck, master magician. It had a ring to it. So he had set out immediately to explore, his familiar a constant companion and guide. When he wasn't sure what something was, he asked. It didn't take him long to figure out that CHRONOS would only answer him twice a day ... but reliably, and well. So when he seemed particularly stuck on something, he'd camp out, and wait, and watch the stars roll by or make pictures from the clouds. Or pick flowers and berries.

CHRONOS had told him, several hours too late, that the yellow ones turned your tongue numb. Some familiar.

After the first few days of travel, marveling at every wonder in front of him, Dewey had started to feel a tug, like he'd been turned into an avian compass. He didn't even need to ask his new friend: he just knew it was his magic. He was being guided toward his greatest adventure, toward his destiny, toward something that would make him The Greatest Magician In All Of Everything Ever. He forded streams, singing to himself, arms windmilling as he walked on the rocks. "Sub-sti-tu-ti-ar-y ... looooo-co-mo-tion...."

After a while, he started to wish the song hadn't gotten stuck in his head, and tried to think of other songs. Powerline. Quillex. Imagine Unicorns. Any and everything he could. But they all reminded him of nights rocking out in the manor, bouncing on bunk beds, singing at the top of his lungs with his brothers and Webby. All the while, the pull got stronger.

When the Magicademy appeared on the horizon, Dewey knew it was fate. He was tired. He was hungry. He could really go for a Pep. But still, he broke into a dead run across the grounds, second wind rising up in him as steady as the power he'd felt building.

"YAAAA-HOO-OOOOO! HELLLOOOOOOOOO, DESTINY!"

Part Two: Open to All

After what was certainly one unforgettable reunion, Dewey made his way to the Great Hall to satisfy his growling stomach. CHRONOS hovered over his shoulder: a two-foot wide clock face frozen perpetually at 10:13 like a baroque handlebar moustache, unjudgemental at the way he piled plates high with food.

"I don't even know what this grey stuff is, but it looks delicious..."

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Part One

[talkyourwayout]

Louie had woken up that day like any other day in the past several months; so much for triplet telepathy. Between lunch and afternoon classes, he was headed for the library with Cash, his familiar, seated on his shoulder.

"Ugh, I can't believe there's midterms. I'm too young for midterms," he muttered sourly to the rat, making his way across school ground when a voice he knew well reached him, calling out loudly. Louie froze in place, trying to squash down the hope building in his chest. That... That sounded just like Dewey, but it was too good to be true, right? First he arrived alongside Lena, met up with Webby, greeted Huey - and now Dewey was there, too?

No. It couldn't be that easy, and getting his hopes up would make him a real sucker. Louie squeezed his eyes shut and then turned in the direction of the shout, the hurt from the situation causing his words to come out in a harsh snap.

"It's not destiny, it's Sundering!"

[couldabeenturbo]

Dewey's eyes widened in shock, as he grew close enough to see a familiar blob of green.

"No way," he said to himself, then put on another burst of speed.

"BUT THAT JUST SOUNDS OMINOUS AND NOWHERE NEAR AS MUCH FUN!"

[talkyourwayout]

Wait, this was really happening? He opened his eyes, cautious, but... Yeah. That was Dewey running toward him.

Louie couldn't fight back the grin that formed on his face - not that he really tried. He called to his brother as he neared, because sure, he was exited to see him, but not excited enough to run. Ew.

"Because it is - Dewey, when did you get here?!"

[couldabeenturbo]

Dewey held up both hands for a double high-five as he got closer - brothers were too cool to hug, especially when that brother was Louie.

"Uh, just now, duh?"

[talkyourwayout]

Even as he rolled his eyes, Louie met that double high-five.

"Okay, yeah, but - you know what? Nevermind."

He'd have to ease Dewey into the whole 'he'd been here for several months, Huey just for a couple, and yet Huey was from the same time he was' thing. That was probably the best bet.

"Well, uh, welcome to the school, it's gr- What the heck is that."

Dewey's familiar had only just registered in Louie's mind.

Part One

[woo_oo]

Webby would never say she had a favorite triplet, she felt she really did care about them all equally. But... well, it was difficult to recreate the experiences she had with Dewey with the others, and as a result, she wound up missing him terribly during her months here.

... So when she spots that familiar streak of blue and overhears that familiar shout... Her emotions go a smidgen rampant. Completely forgetting anything she had originally set out to do, Webby BURSTS INTO A SPRINT TOWARDS HIM.

Dewey may wish to brace himself, the oncoming tackle is going to hurt.

"DEWEY DEWEY DEWEY DEWEY DEWEY DEWEY DEWEY DEWEYYYYY!"

[couldabeenturbo]

"WEBBY WEBBY WEBBY WEBBY WEBBY WEBBY WEBBY WEBBBBYYYYYY!"

Why brace himself when he wanted to tackle her, too? He knew how to deal with a crash, he'd had plenty of practice: so he just went loose and noodley, and let her pounce him, so that the resulting impact made them roll a few times across the grass, Tigger-and-Rabbit style. Once they stopped moving, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged, tight.

"I never thought I'd see anyone else here, but of course it's you! This place is AH-MAY-ZINNNNG!"

[woo_oo]

Webby returned the embrace just as tightly, and once she opened her mouth, it was difficult to stop.

"IT'S THE BEST! I knew you'd get here! Louie and Huey are here and LENA'S HERE AND SHE'S ALIVE AND SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL IN BLACK well she looks beautiful in everything WHAT'S YOUR FAMILIAR mine's a snake I SNUCK INTO A CONCERT AND WENT TO A DANCE!"

Exhale. Inhale. Phew.

"I missed you so much!"

[couldabeenturbo]

"WAIT Louie and Huey AND LENA wait how the heck is Lena here she just got back course she's alive but YOU HAVE A SNAKE THAT'S SO COOL mine's just this dumb moody clock but YOU WENT TO A CONCERT WITHOUT ME? YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING BECAUSE I MISSED YOU TOO. Even though it's only been like two days since I saw you at home. It was a really long walk and I was all by myself and pro tip? Don't eat the yellow berries."

At least she'd paused to breathe.

[woo_oo]

Two days? Wait a minute.

Webby rolled off of him to stand on her feet, trying to hit one of more important topics first.

"I guess Huey was right about the time and space thingy... see, um, Huey arrived last month. But me, Lena, and Louie? We've been here for about... five months? So it's been that long since I last saw you."

Part Two

[unswervingcompanion]

Hendrik had just sat down to eat (he couldn't cook) and was about to enjoy his meal. But when he noticed the newcomer he took a double take. No, it wasn't Louie, the knight was pretty sure of that.

But then he noticed the clock hanging almost over the other's shoulder. So this kept him from asking if it was burdensome or a menace, though Hendrik couldn't say he'd ever seen a clock look like this one.

Overhearing the words spoken by the other though, he offered what it tasted like.

"The grey stuff appears to be some sort of sauce."

[couldabeenturbo]

"Sauce, huh? Hey, thanks. I wasn't sure if it was like ... pudding, or a mashy thing. Like potatoes, only ... grey."

Dewey flashed him a smile and proceeded to ladle some of it into a bowl, intent on trying it with everything. Because how else would one find out what sort of sauce it was?

"I'm Dewey. I just flew in from Duckburg and boy is my pilot tired. Or ... he would be if he'd come with me." He shrugged. Launchpad would have been all about this place, he was sure.

[unswervingcompanion]

Sauce was what the knight had found the gray stuff tasted like. Originally he had thought it was gravy though he had doubts because the color didn't seem correct.

Hendrik's blue eyes widened as the other then proceeded to put it on just about everything that he had on his plate.

At the introduction, the knight nodded. "I am Hendrik from the Kingdom of Heliodor. If you just arrived, you must be tired and are welcome to sit at my table."

Formality, this one had it in spades.

[couldabeenturbo]

Hendrik reminded Dewey almost instantly of Djinn, and he grinned, slipping into the formal language with ease and eagerness.

"Good Hendrick, thy offer is most welcome to this starving adventurer. I hath never heard of this Heliodor, pray do cough up thy deets."

[unswervingcompanion]

Cue the surprised face that this one seems to know how to talk just like the people back in Heliodor. But the last part was the one word he caught up on. This reminded him of meeting Louie, who had said something about 'cribbing notes' and he'd had to ask.

Seems like this was going to be a similar situation.

But the knight stood anyway to allow the other the room to sit.

"I must apologize, but you have lost me on what coughing up..deets means."

Part One

[outofyourshadow]

The call had Lena pausing for a moment; even though she hadn't spent as much time with the triplets before, she could still certainly recognize his voice.

And honestly, who else could it be?

So when she spotted the familiar dash of blue, she could only grin a bit.

"Someone's a little late to the party."

[couldabeenturbo]

The sight of Lena made Dewey crack a smile - a hesitant one, but a smile nonetheless. Webby had told him about her triumphant return from the Shadow Realm, but he still wasn't completely sure how to feel about her after everything that had happened with her aunt. Lena herself had been pretty cool, but ... he had no way of knowing how much of it had been an act to get closer to Uncle Scrooge's dime.

Either way, the odds were slim to none that Magica was there, and if she was here, who better to help him understand a world full of magic? He was willing to give her a second chance, here ... maybe it would help him figure out why she'd felt the need to hurt them all. Maybe he could help her see that she didn't need her nasty Aunt Magica, that she had a better family she could adopt. He had no way of knowing she might have already realized that here, after all.

"Lena?! What-whaaaaaaat?! I totally didn't expect to see anyone I knew here. Take me to the party?!"

Because what other way was there to interpret that, than literally?

[outofyourshadow]

She couldn't help a bit of a laugh. While she and Dewey had never been really that close, she'd heard enough about him from Webby.

And she was getting to know his brothers already. Might as well try to get to know him too.

"Sorry, you're already too late. Party's closed to dawdlers."

Of course there was no actual party, but she'll take it in stride.

omg I'm so sorry I thought I already replied to this

[couldabeenturbo]

"I'm not a dawdler," he said, not skipping a beat. "At this point I'm a crasher."

Part two

[paradoxical_personality]

The large clock face might not have been judging the duck's choices, but a certain pig-tailed Goddess of the Underworld was.

"Somehow..... I never knew you had an appetite that could rival most valkyries." Hel was in the lunch line behind him, and swiftly losing her appetite. "It's a wonder you didn't just eat the crate load of 30,000 bananas." Referring to what she believed to be their last adventure together. Unfortunately, this was a case of mistaken identity.

"When did you get a new familiar?"

[couldabeenturbo]

"Bananas? Nah. I mean, they're good, but there's such a thing as too much potassium and potential for good pratfalls." He shrugged a little, then glanced over one shoulder to look at her.

"And, uh, this is the only familiar I've ever had. I'd tell you his name but he pitches a fit unless I shout it, and I'd rather not get kicked out of the lunchroom over something that dumb."

[paradoxical_personality]

"You don't seem to hold the same fear of eating too much grey goop...." The unidentifiable substance wasn't at all appealing to her.

Even after his answer there was something that wasn't lining up. "Is that why I've never seen him with you before?"

[couldabeenturbo]

"Texture?" He said with a shrug. "And I haven't tried the grey stuff yet, we'll see how it goes."

So saying, he crammed a piece of bread slathered with it into his beak, bopping his head from side to side as he chewed and thought about it, before swallowing.

"Yeah, not bad! Savory." Assessment made, he turned his attention to her other question. "Well ... he kinda got here with me, so I don't know why you would've seen me without him, unless you were ... what, spying on me in the bathroom? Which is really concerning and I really hope that's not the case."

Part one, (un)fashionably late

[goingbythebook]

Huey had a lot to do since the dance. He'd only been here a short time and as such there was a lot of coursework to catch up with, books upon books to study, a gambling familiar to try and wean off said addiction-

As such, he's not so much a duck as he is a walking stack of books and papers, when he happens to catch a particular streak of blue and a voice he knew all too well. There was hardly a pause at all as he dropped everything and tracked after it. Was it-? Could it actually be-?

"Dewey!!"

[couldabeenturbo]

"Huey!" He stopped mid-run, skidding to a halt so he could change direction and run toward his brother, tackling him in a hug as they fell to the ground amid the scattered papers and books.

"You're here, too?! This is awesome!"