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diatu2019-06-06 10:11 pm
couldabeenturbo) wrote in diatu2019-06-06 10:11 pm
(Intro) wide-eyed one with a mind full of wonder
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..."
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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