After the entire incident with Nodoff, the dream demon, Morgana knew way more about dreams than she liked. That’s why she wasn’t terribly surprised by her surroundings or where she was – everything about this was familiar territory. Unfortunately, she suspected the way out this time around wouldn’t be so easy. If this was Nodoff’s trickery, the door out would be harder to find, and she couldn’t entirely depend on her favorite masked hero to save her. For now, she’d have to unwillingly go down memory lane and try to find her own way out.
The first location looks like a haunted house - the kind you’d see in lame old black and white films, or a cheap theme park’s attempt to be scary. It’s got all the stereotypes down – windows that are either broken or with the shutters on a tilt, glaring gargoyles sitting atop the roof, a chilly wind that pushes the creaky door open, and so on and so forth. But to Morgana, this is the home where she grew up. Judging from her annoyed expression, it’s also the last place she wants to be, as she does her best not to look at it.
The second location is much more modern - city streets at night. Tall buildings that reach for the sky with only a few lit windows, bustling cars that zoom past narrow streets, and perhaps a few police sirens off in the distance. This is Saint Canard, home of heroes and villains alike, and Morgana’s current hunting ground for her crime spree. This might be easier to work with, she’s possibly musing to herself, as it’s this spot that makes her more relaxed.
But it’s the third location where she wants to stay, even if the weather changes and the ground becomes unstable. She’d rather be nowhere else than on a concert stage, the spotlights beaming right on center stage, electric instruments plugged in and ready to play, and curtains parted for the star of the show. If you find her there, you’re going to have an extremely difficult time getting her away.
But no matter where she’s found, she has an itch to play the guitar slung over her back. It’d really help ease her worries… but unfortunately, the worries will only continue to grow. Her wrists and ankles are chained up, like one would see on a dangerous criminal… which she technically is. No matter how hard she tugs, she can’t free herself, and it seems like her magic is being stifled. After several long moments of desperate tugging and pulling, she lets out a huff, finally speaking out loud.
“Cute. Very cute.” She mutters, though she supposes when it comes to torture from a demon, this is safer than what she expected. “The sooner Eek, Squeak and Archie can wake me up, the better… this is getting old really fast.” Well, she couldn’t expect anything to change just by standing still, so it was time to walk.
If there was any positive aspects about this entire scenario, she thought, maybe it’d inspire her to write a new song.
Morgana McCawber | Fan-Designed DT17 | OTA
The first location looks like a haunted house - the kind you’d see in lame old black and white films, or a cheap theme park’s attempt to be scary. It’s got all the stereotypes down – windows that are either broken or with the shutters on a tilt, glaring gargoyles sitting atop the roof, a chilly wind that pushes the creaky door open, and so on and so forth. But to Morgana, this is the home where she grew up. Judging from her annoyed expression, it’s also the last place she wants to be, as she does her best not to look at it.
The second location is much more modern - city streets at night. Tall buildings that reach for the sky with only a few lit windows, bustling cars that zoom past narrow streets, and perhaps a few police sirens off in the distance. This is Saint Canard, home of heroes and villains alike, and Morgana’s current hunting ground for her crime spree. This might be easier to work with, she’s possibly musing to herself, as it’s this spot that makes her more relaxed.
But it’s the third location where she wants to stay, even if the weather changes and the ground becomes unstable. She’d rather be nowhere else than on a concert stage, the spotlights beaming right on center stage, electric instruments plugged in and ready to play, and curtains parted for the star of the show. If you find her there, you’re going to have an extremely difficult time getting her away.
But no matter where she’s found, she has an itch to play the guitar slung over her back. It’d really help ease her worries… but unfortunately, the worries will only continue to grow. Her wrists and ankles are chained up, like one would see on a dangerous criminal… which she technically is. No matter how hard she tugs, she can’t free herself, and it seems like her magic is being stifled. After several long moments of desperate tugging and pulling, she lets out a huff, finally speaking out loud.
“Cute. Very cute.” She mutters, though she supposes when it comes to torture from a demon, this is safer than what she expected. “The sooner Eek, Squeak and Archie can wake me up, the better… this is getting old really fast.” Well, she couldn’t expect anything to change just by standing still, so it was time to walk.
If there was any positive aspects about this entire scenario, she thought, maybe it’d inspire her to write a new song.