Plants off the Path Of course Louie was taking shortcuts whenever he could - he did that in getting to class just as much as he did that in business. But now? He was regretting getting into that habit. He ran away from the quills a pine tree was shooting out in his direction...
...And right into the gaping, toothy maw of a bush. He rolled out on the other side, disgruntled and scratched up, and let out a scream of frustration that just might attract some attention.
Bullies, Of Course Being a small, young and - though he'd still fight this one - cute duck had some serious drawbacks. One was being called cute, of course, and another was struggling to keep up with everyone who had longer legs than he did. But the worst, apparently, was how vulnerable and weak people could see him as.
That was how Louie had wound up the target of the bullying crew. He hated this. Webby or Dewey would be able to fight their way out. Huey, too, if he got angry enough. Louie could only talk his way out, and that hadn't worked. So he had his arms covering his face as best he could manage while the head of the group aimed their wand at him.
"Come on, guys, please!"
Research on the Sundered Louie had done an excellent job of avoiding any of this research nonsense so far, but with Professor King becoming increasingly interested in running some separate experiments on a Sundered such as himself, he'd decided it was finally time to participate in something widespread. It just felt safer, but maybe it would still get the professor off his case. Maybe.
He was just heading into his dorm for the evening when, for whatever reason, his Glyph began to glow... And while he soon found himself in a dorm, it wasn't the Valhudor one he'd grown accustomed to.
"Sorry? I don't even know what just happened."
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Of course Louie was taking shortcuts whenever he could - he did that in getting to class just as much as he did that in business. But now? He was regretting getting into that habit. He ran away from the quills a pine tree was shooting out in his direction...
...And right into the gaping, toothy maw of a bush. He rolled out on the other side, disgruntled and scratched up, and let out a scream of frustration that just might attract some attention.
Bullies, Of Course
Being a small, young and - though he'd still fight this one - cute duck had some serious drawbacks. One was being called cute, of course, and another was struggling to keep up with everyone who had longer legs than he did. But the worst, apparently, was how vulnerable and weak people could see him as.
That was how Louie had wound up the target of the bullying crew. He hated this. Webby or Dewey would be able to fight their way out. Huey, too, if he got angry enough. Louie could only talk his way out, and that hadn't worked. So he had his arms covering his face as best he could manage while the head of the group aimed their wand at him.
"Come on, guys, please!"
Research on the Sundered
Louie had done an excellent job of avoiding any of this research nonsense so far, but with Professor King becoming increasingly interested in running some separate experiments on a Sundered such as himself, he'd decided it was finally time to participate in something widespread. It just felt safer, but maybe it would still get the professor off his case. Maybe.
He was just heading into his dorm for the evening when, for whatever reason, his Glyph began to glow... And while he soon found himself in a dorm, it wasn't the Valhudor one he'd grown accustomed to.
"Sorry? I don't even know what just happened."
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