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my drafts have nothing in them and my notifications have been all over the place so if I owe you please... like this post... idk why everything is so scrambled sdgfbhks
Would you consider quack easy or difficult to get along with? Does he make friends quickly or does it take time to get to know him? What are some character traits he values in people vs. traits that would give him a terrible first impression of someone?
That depends!! Heās relatively easy to get along with on a superficial level. Heās uppity but heās pleasant, soft-spoken and mild-mannered on the surface. Unlike many of the other Food Souls heās not very excitable; heās prone to bursts of energy and eccentricity, but the vast majority of the time heās calm, cool and collected. Heās also probably the most two-faced Food Soul that there is though, so even if he seems to get along with a person just fine that doesnāt necessarily mean he actually likes them.
On that note, good luck getting to know him!! He canonically keeps himself a bit distant and aloof on purpose; he says that anyone that learns about theĀ ārealā him hates him and immediately distances themselves from him because learning that heās actually a serial killer made them rightfully realise they didnāt want anything to do with him, so he keeps most details about himself under wraps and presents himself as the doting motherly type with his ducklings. Integrity and a strong sense of justice are traits he values in a person, mostly because they remind him of his old Master Attendant and he idolises him and puts him on thisĀ ābest human to ever existā pedestal, but heās a clear hypocrite considering he did a bunch of nasty things and engaged in cult activities to get a decent enough cover to kill them all later with so who even knows what he likes about people
if i was born as a black thorn tree
iād wanna be felled by you, held by you
fuel the pyre of your enemies
@wildbamboorice replied to your post: this blog started off as a joke and now itās an...
weāre all brothers and sisters in binds now
JDHBKFNJSDFS THANK YOU... FOR THE WARM WELCOME TO FOOD HELL... weāre all in the same special food fantasy void
this blog started off as a joke and now itās an unironic rp blog for a personified roast duck and frankly idk if I can handle that
TODAY ON FOOD NETWORK:
He held up his hands, waving them frantically.Ā āNo no no! Smoking is fine!! Very sophisticated!! For a sophisticated man as you seem to be, good sir!!ā Okay, calm down Fan. Maybe he was wrongā the Food Soul seemed quite nice and gentle! He was even apologizing! Everything was fine! Everything would be just fine!!!
Giving the other a big thumbs up, he coughed a few more times before sucking in a big breath of air in an attempt to properly compose himself. āA-Ahem! Do not fret, new comrade! I am A-OK!āĀ Now was not the time to be panicking anywayā he kind of really just wanted this particular Food Soul to go back to wherever he was summoned from, but that would be terribly rude to say, soā¦Ā
āIn any case! I must admit to you that I am but a small babe in the field of being a Master Attendant! Ohpā excuse me,Ā āxcuse me, thank youāā He bent down and gently nudged aside some of the ducklings at his feet so he could step out of the crowd, pacing back and forth in large steps.Ā āSo!! I am rather unaware how this whole thing works, however I would like you to know upfront that I rather refuse to force you into this whole contract business!ā He knelt on one knee, hand on his chest.Ā āWe are all persons, are we not?! Blessed by the cruel and beautiful! Regretfully yet thankfully gifted with the form of sentience! We are all selfish creatures, and I hate to go against that truth!!āĀ
Sweeping up back to his feet, he thrust his hand out to the other, palm rotating a little as if confused whether it wanted a handshake or was being extended as a hand up.Ā āIf you agree to accompany and protect me as I go about my daily affairs then, please know that I am also at your service!! As much as I can!! Of course, I am regrettably quite poor, so I am rather useless, but my ambitions are large!! I am sure I will be able to repay you in some manner or another! But please donāt ask me for my life, as that is very precious to me! Happy time!! Good teamwork!!ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Happy time good teamwork, indeed. The smile returned to Peking Duckās face; he took the yet-unnamed Master Attendantās hand with his own and gave him a firm shake, more amused by his insistence that Peking be given a choice in the contract than by his continued histrionics.Ā āWe are all personsā? Really...? What a bizarre thing to be told by a human. Wasnāt their contract sealed upon his being summoned, anyway? There was something to be said about the willingness to cut him free if he so chose to be after the fact, of course, but it all just seemed very different. He seemed very different.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Humans could be so delightfully odd.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Oh, thereās hardly any need for anything like that!! You want to become a master chef, donāt you?? Acquiring ingredients in this day and age can be awfully tedious at best and downright dangerous at worst... I wonāt claim to have a particularly vast amount of know-how in how to cook, but I feel I can comfortably keep you safe. If youāll have me, I would be happy to clear the way for you while you pick out fresh ingredients for any dishes or new recipes you want to develop. As for asking for you life... Hmhmhm... Perhaps one day, if I were to wake up as a Fallen... Hmhm...!!ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āAhahah...!! Iām only joking, of course. You neednāt worry about anything at all like that. I would NEVER kill a human... We Food Souls arenāt allowed to, you know.Ā āHappy time good teamworkā, as you will.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He would NEVER kill a human. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā NEVER kill a human. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ... Kill a human. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ... He hardly needed to know about his past, anyway... Or about what he got up to whenever he happened to stray away for any stretch of time. It wasnāt like it was relevant to him anyway; all he wanted was to become a world-class chef. If anything, it was probably safe to say that it would never be brought up again.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "I think weāll get along just fine. Can I have your name, Master Attendant??ā
I need to develop this better at a later point but a good chunk of my followers are fire emblem blogs bc thatās where Iām coming from so I might as well toss out a preliminary fe verse right sdhgfjhks
Peking is a āDUCKā LAGUZ!! Or he claims to be one, anyway. People are naturally skeptical on that given that duck laguz arenāt⦠A thing. He does constantly seem to be shedding feathers just like he does in ff, so he definitely isnāt a beorc, but the feathers he sheds even in his own game arenāt exactly typical duck feathers.
itās a bit tricky to see in the screenshot, but his feathers glow yellow/orange and send off sparks/embers, mostly as a sign that he uses fire magic to attack. That also isnāt something very laguz-like ā itās earned him the nickname āphoenixā, but he really prefers āduckā. Most people write him off as a particularly eccentric HAWK with an eclectic fondness for ducklings and tobacco. He drifts around seemingly aimlessly from place to place; great numbers of beorc are found dead wherever he drifts to, but it couldnāt be him doing it when heās so soft-spoken and gentle-seeming. Heās weird but he seems harmless for the most part.
Tying into his character story in ff, what heās actually doing is purposely going around murdering humans he deemsĀ ābadā as vengeance for allowing a human heād grown particularly close to to be killed for refusing to look the other way for members of Begnionās upper class trying to get away with laguz slavery.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Such lovely argent wings... Has a swan swum into the duck pool??ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The tone to his voice was as soft and casual as ever, as though he were only making a passing comment at a passing passerby --- which he probably was, all things considered. Peking smiled around the lip of his pipe and puffed away at it from his spot seated loosely cross-legged atop a stone peeking out from a shallow pool of mossy water. Around him in the shallows circled little clusters of ducklings, all of whom had previously been splashing and swimming and generally enjoying themselves prior to the arrival of a new face capturing their attention. They appeared excited but kept still, apparently waiting for some go-ahead to go and properly inspect the latest stranger theyād come across that had yet to arrive. The brunette exhaled and pointed in the other manās general direction with the stem of his briar through a thin gathering of smoke.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Swans can be so aggressive, though!! Still, itās odd to spot anyone looking so openly the way you look wandering about this deep within Begnionās borders... Are you lost??ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Your clothes... Theyāre very pretty. Itās not often that you find a tailor in these trying times so willing to put a certain level of art or finesse into the work they put out.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Could you tell me who made them?? They look to be of high quality.ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Excuse me, miss, but you have a little...ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Some people didnāt take well to being touched by strangers without warning. It was the only reason Peking Duck bothered lifting his voice instead of running straight up to the girl and grabbing at her to hold her in place. A human especially made things tricky, given their relative fragility when compared to other Food Souls; he reached out to gesture toward the young ladyās head, fingers twitching gingerly toward her hair. If sound permitted, she might have been able to catch wind of a faint peeping coming from somewhere just behind her ear.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "My chi---... You have one of my... Thereās a duckling caught in your hair.ā
I have no drafts on here!! so I guess hereās a?? STARTER CALL?? capping at 5 because Iām always going to be lazy sjdhbkfs
you can also feel free to just send an ask into my inbox instead if you want something slower starting. I might draw a response to it if it strikes me in that way who knows, Iāve been super nostalgic for drawn threads lately so if anyone wants to do that either hmu
Trope !
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā DISTINGUISHED GENTLEMANāS PIPE
When a writer wants to show that a character is just a little bit āaboveā everyone else in the group, in one way or another, heāll give them a pipe. The man with the pipe is usually depicted as being a little bit older, a little bit (or a lot) smarter (often a Professor), in control, composed, unruffled and dignified. Perhaps even pompous, snooty, aloof or a bit haughty. When being held, the stem points back at the smoker, drawing attention to them as being the most important; it can also be used by them to point with.
Generally does not apply to hillbilly/sailor corn cob pipe smokers, who usually defy the trope, though there are notable exceptions.
This is Always Male but, as always, Tropes Are Flexible. A key element in the attire of the Quintessential British Gentleman, often enjoyed in a Smoky Gentlemenās Club. Also a key wardrobe accessory for the Standard ā50s Father. The smoker is often, but not always, a Good Smoker. Compare Cigar Chomper, Smoking Is Cool. Occasionally revealed as a Bubble Pipe for comedic relief.
Peking Duck is fancy and has a pipe and a monocle to show that off. His pipe is one of the mostĀ āhimā things about him; he carries it around at all times ( and seems to really have something of a tobacco problem with how much he puffs away at it⦠Or he would if he were human I guess ) not only to smoke from but to attack with, spinning it and hitting enemies with it or blowing great plumes of fire out of the end of it to light up any of the Fallen Angels a team is facing. It also doubles as a TRAGIC KEEPSAKE, so you get two tropes for the price of one: he keeps it close and is so fond of it because it was a gift from his LOST LENORE ( three tropes in one?? ) Master Attendant, who was executed by public burning for refusing to cover up a series of ritualistic murders committed by a sacrificial cult slowly taking over the Light Kingdom. His voice almost warbles a bit when he talks about it in his vocal lines.
Peking Duck: āThis cigarette holder and tobacco pipe were given to me by a friend. They said it really suits me⦠Whatās your opinion, Master Attendant?ā
RED WINE:
At last that battle was over, even though itād taken him longer than expected to take the Fallen angel down. Either the enemy was really tough or heād become lackingā¦?
What a ridiculous thought! Even if it could also be true.
Mulling over that possibility to himself, Red Wine shook the mess off the blade of his sword with one quick downwards motion, returning it to its scabbard when he was satisfied with its cleanliness. Just as heād turned around to leave the formerly battlefield, Red Wine was met with praise. Too much praise.
āAh. That was nothing.ā Red Wine replied, after having taken a step back to avoid colliding with Peking Duck. He neednāt tell the other about that minute misstep heād had earlier.
Unfortunately, that sneaky pun was missed due to how heās brooding.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Nothing, hm?? Perhaps to you. So many of you Strength category Food Souls commit yourselves to such impressive feats of acrobatics in the midst of combat... I could hardly imagine zipping around so energetically across a battlefield like that!! Maybe in my younger days, ahaha...ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Peking Duck spoke as though he were an old man, which was quite at odds with his youthful face, but heād always been an old soul; even his mannerisms, from the monocle he kept to the way he smoked from a pipe instead of switching to cigars to keep up with the times suggested that he was a man either stuck in the past or clinging to long antiquated nostalgia. In his case, well... Maybe it was a little bit of both? It didnāt stop him from drumming his manicured index finger against the bowl of his pipe, humming in muted excitement while he took in a quick puff of tobacco.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Itās fun to watch. The children were quite enamoured with you. You might have even earned yourself a couple of small, fuzzy fans.ā
NO SMOKING ZONE??:
Finally turning to look at his new Food Soul at the clapping, he glanced at him casually before his attention was stolen by the little peepers crowding around his feet. Oh⦠that was actually really cute. His cheeks stained pink as he reached down to pet them, cooing, before he nodded vigorously at the otherās introduction. āOoh, Peking Duck is it! Peking⦠ā¦.Pekingā¦.. Duckā¦.?ā Why did that sound so⦠familiar? Fan paused, staring at the otherās face blankly for a few long moments as he thought. Then they trailed along the otherās form, lingering on the smokey pipe and the glowing feathers idly falling down. Smoke⦠feathers⦠birdā¦?
Fire? Bird⦠Phoenix??
Fuck.
The color drained from his face comically quickly as a loud, sudden and very clearly nervous laugh exploded from his mouth, looking off to the side as he started to sweat. āAhaā haā N-Nice to meet you too!! Iā L-Letāsā Good teamwork!! Happy time!!!āĀ He really, really hoped he was wrong. His awkward laughing and sweating didnāt stop as he internally cried.Ā āMy dear God, please donāt do this to me!ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLetās good teamwork happy time?ā Was... Was his Master Attendant having a stroke? The gentle twinkle to Peking Duckās face faltered at the sight of it, though it only shifted into a soft, almost drowsy looking sort of surprised expression instead. To seem so overwhelmingly confident in one instant and grow so hesitant and jittery in the next... Was he the sort of person who suffered from stage fright? No --- no, he definitely couldnāt be after that grand entrance heād given him. The ducklings werenāt any problem either if heād taken the time to bend down and pet them ( which immediately endeared him at least slightly to Peking; anyone who was compassionate with his children had to at least have some degree of good to them, even if they were an oddity ), so with the way his eyes seemed to linger on his pipe and on the smoke drifting out of it he could only assume that---
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Ah... Do you... Are you very against smoking??ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "This pipe was given to me by someone very near and dear to my heart. They said it suited me... But that was a long time ago, and times and customs change. I know that these days many humans look down on smoking, but itās a difficult habit to break...!! I could... Refrain from smoking indoors or around you, if that would be more acceptable to you. My apologies for thinking it would be fine to in the first place. Force of habit...ā
IS THIS CHOPPED:
* @ducksummon.
Without actually looking at whatever Food Soul came out, Fan immediately placed one hand on his chest and thrust the other upwards, palm facing the sky. āWelcome, esteemed Food Soul and new companion! I apologize terribly for disturbing your day with this abrupt summon, however I am glad you have come to my call! My name is Fan! Impertinent as it may be, I am a Master Attendant and request your aid and comradeship!ā Clutching his chest and adjusting his glasses, he bent over as if passion was trying to escape his heart (or something).Ā āFor you see⦠I have a dream! A dream to excel in the culinary arts and spread the true wonders of food! A dream to ascend to the heavens using the power of taste! A dream to open doors of my own and create a world-class restaurant!! Now, what do you say!?!ā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His newest Master Attendant sure was... Excitable.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Throughout all the manās theatrics and fluid, sweeping gestures with his arms Peking Duck kept quiet and to himself. The small smile on his face was split only by the pipe he slowly slipped between his lips to puff at in bemusement as the show went on; between him and his ducklings the ducklings seemed overwhelmingly more enamoured by the goings-on in front of them, immediately hopping around energetically in place clustered near their fatherās feet and peeping along to the manās bizarre ranting and raving. He immediately struck Peking as being overwhelmingly eccentric, but eccentricity hardly meant bad things in and of itself; after all, he could recall thinking of his first Master Attendant as being eclectic with how he carried himself despite his position as a magistrate. By the time the chef finished the brunette was blowing rings into the air, clenching his teeth around the mouthpiece of his pipe to free up his hands to properly applaud him. The ducklings took their cue to cluster around their fatherās latest master.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Bravo, Master Attendant!! That was quite a display. I say that itās quite a pleasure to meet you.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā My name is PEKING DUCK.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Itās an honour to make your acquaintance. I hope we can work well together in the future.ā