So, things have not been going well for Morgana. Not that she'd ever say her life's been a bed of roses, but here... it's taking a nosedive.
Archie was still with Facilier, enduring who-knew-what. Then came the lamps, which provided her with a teasing reminder her sorta-boyfriend was not here and never would be. That event also cost her a heap of dignity with one of her so-called friends, and she was starting to feel very unappreciated. Combine all that with the hopelessness of possibly never leaving this stupid place, and... yep. very, very bitter.
How could it get any worse?
A dumb question.
She'd been practicing her guitar when the startling "future" memory occurs...
On the surface, it shouldn't be anything shocking. It's Morgana and her band - a female cyclops, a two-headed troll, and a Frankenstein's monster of a drummer. But within seconds, it's clear something is wrong. Morgana's red outfit has been replaced with pitch blackness, and there are mascara tears running down her face. They're not playing at a concert hall or theater - it's some sort of television news room, part of which has been destroyed due to the monstrous takeover.
Terrified cameramen are pointing at the band as they play. Around Morgana, a page that has been ripped in two is glowing. When she begins to sing, the cameramen's eyes begin to glaze over...
"NO!"
Morgana nearly dropped her guitar in horror, stumbling to her feet. "That... No! No, no, NO! I would NEVER use that spell! I wouldn't! I... I..." She began to shake, holding her arms as all the implications of what she saw dawned on her.
"That... that was my autograph I gave to Drake... why... why was it torn...?"
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Morgana McCawber | Ducktales 2017 AU
Date: 2024-11-26 09:41 pm (UTC)Archie was still with Facilier, enduring who-knew-what. Then came the lamps, which provided her with a teasing reminder her sorta-boyfriend was not here and never would be. That event also cost her a heap of dignity with one of her so-called friends, and she was starting to feel very unappreciated. Combine all that with the hopelessness of possibly never leaving this stupid place, and... yep. very, very bitter.
How could it get any worse?
A dumb question.
She'd been practicing her guitar when the startling "future" memory occurs...
On the surface, it shouldn't be anything shocking. It's Morgana and her band - a female cyclops, a two-headed troll, and a Frankenstein's monster of a drummer. But within seconds, it's clear something is wrong. Morgana's red outfit has been replaced with pitch blackness, and there are mascara tears running down her face. They're not playing at a concert hall or theater - it's some sort of television news room, part of which has been destroyed due to the monstrous takeover.
Terrified cameramen are pointing at the band as they play. Around Morgana, a page that has been ripped in two is glowing. When she begins to sing, the cameramen's eyes begin to glaze over...
"NO!"
Morgana nearly dropped her guitar in horror, stumbling to her feet. "That... No! No, no, NO! I would NEVER use that spell! I wouldn't! I... I..." She began to shake, holding her arms as all the implications of what she saw dawned on her.
"That... that was my autograph I gave to Drake... why... why was it torn...?"