Bowlers and Style

Indie Ask/RP blog for John D. Rockerduck. Is Multiverse/AU/OC/Mirror/Crossover friendly and Non-Selective. Not Mutuals only! Follows back as @quick-draw-mcgraw-rp. Main blog is @gokucooper. Please read rules first!

[john-d-rockerduck]

andy-squirrel-and-friends​:

The squirrel had finally had enough of his smug attitude and grabbed him by the collar of his suit, pulling him close to her face. “Well congrats. You delivered the message. Now cut the smug, rich boy attitude, and get out of my apartment. Or I’ll show you what I can really do. And I don’t care who watches. I’ll probably be doing your employers a favor knocking you senseless.”

Eyes blink for a moment from how fast the squirrel closed the distance between them and as she was now grabbing his suit’s collar, his smug smile had morphed into one of confusion and annoyance. “Well now that you ruined a ‘perfectly good’ set of clothes, I have a reason to be more... direct about it.”, he mentioned, still not exactly happy with his position but he didn’t want his concern to slip out either.

Still with the mug in his hand, he had very few options. One would turn into a test of patience and courage, while the other would probably even the playing field. For a moment, he appeared as if he going to take another sip of his drink out of the mug. At least he wanted to finish that before he left since he made it himself. However, he was willing to use what was left as diversion of sorts, spilling the rest of it towards his captor’s head area for good measure.

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stealbeak​:

“You’re not smart.” Steelbeak growls. “If you were, you wouldn’t be making me want to kill you.” 

The sudden dig into his back made him grunt, it knocked the air out of him for a second. He had to admit that one wasn’t a cheap shot. He had taken the same shot in the rings multiple times. 

He didn’t say anything, instead rubbing at his eye again, and managed to get them open. They were red with irritation, and burned. Not to mention, everything was blurry, pushing himself to his feet again and facing the other bird. 

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“You’re simply, grasping at straws to find any sort of way to get back at me, buffoon, but it won’t work. I’ve already proven my point.”, Rockerduck managed to sputter out as he did feel fatigue coming toward him with that jab into the other’s back. The adrenaline in him was starting to wear off, and soon so would the ink from his pen. For the meantime, he’d have to hold off on this until he was better prepared.

As he had considered, the other was beginning to get back up and that would limit how well his attacks from there on would work on the rooster. Hmph, I suppose I’ll just leave now before things ramp up, and keep Jeeves around me more often. John thought to himself as he rubbed his bottom beak from the pain that had been inflicted upon it earlier. Fortunately none of his teeth were loose, yet, but he might have to get a check up on what was damaged.

For now, the duck in white began to jog away from the taller avian in hopes to try and lose him in the building they were in. Hallways could always be a place to lose an unwanted caller, of course.

[john-d-rockerduck]

“Living without protecting what needs to be protected is the same as death...”

“Hmm...... Not everything meaningful in life has to be defined by that. There are other virtues to find without having to protect those that give off the mere illusion that they ‘need to be protected’.”

“Yet, perhaps we can agree to disagree on that matter?”

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andy-squirrel-and-friends​:

“You’re gonna have to be more specific than that,” the squirrel snarled through gritted teeth. “Do you mean a potion, or charm?” She absolutely hated being in situations like this. But given everything he had explained, she couldn’t see anyway out of it.

“They’ll certainly want those, so you’re correct on your guess there, my lady.”, Rockerduck answered as he made a few weak claps to congratulate her on such an assumption. Though there was no sincerity to those claps as he was now looking around the squirrel’s abode more. She could have them stored somewhere around here, or at least the ingredients for them.

“Now remember that I’m only the messenger in all of this, not the collector. It would have been more advantageous to them if they just sent someone else to take what they wanted but I just don’t feel up to it right now. Fighting someone like you would be waste of my time, no less a waste of perfectly good clothes.”

[john-d-rockerduck]

stealbeak​:

Steelbeak hadn’t even been listening if he was honest, he was too busy trying to get ink out of his eyes. Worst part is he probably wouldn’t be able to see until he got water. And he had no idea how he was going to do that without help. 

And he wasn’t about to cry out for help with the duck still around. 

He didn’t notice the other coming close, and let out a “whuff” of surprise from the sudden jab. 

Steelbeak has suffered worse. A lot worse. Anything he dealt with in the ring was worse than what this stupid little duck could dish out. It was the fact that he couldn’t see that was making him angry. He leaned forward for more distance as he swept out his arm hoping to at least knock the duck away from him, as he tried to straighten. 

“You’re not fighting. You’re taking pathetic cheap shots.” He said, managing to get to his feet. The rooster manages to barely get an eye open. Everything is blurry and it stings. 

Maybe he was being a little.... unsportsmanlike about all this, then again, that brought him back to his previous point. Being honorable isn’t bad when there was someone worth respecting. This rooster was an overgrown dummy, an oaf that was trying his hardest to feel in league with everyone else when that was far from the case. Though John did have to admit he didn’t expect the other’s arm to swing out and push him away. A lucky shot as most would’ve said.

Landing on his lower backside, the duck sighed before grunting from the pain he was going through. Sure, that wasn’t as bad as most of the damage inflicted to him from earlier but it was starting to take its toll on him. If only he could truly show this meathead that there was more to him than just his fancy apparel and smart business strategies, then he’d be content with taking a rest later.

“I am fighting, by outthinking you, dolt. Just because you fight only with your fists and legs doesn’t mean everyone else has to follow that.”, Rockerduck proclaimed with an irritated tone still present in his voice. Slowly he started to stand up again and make his way for the rooster. The ink wouldn’t last long but it should give him some time for a few more hits. This time John made sure to try and stay around the back of Steelbeak before doing anything, which would prevent the unexpected swing from coming into play again.

Now looking at the larger avian’s back, he rubbed his chin a bit to think of a good move for this area on the body in which he came up with rather quickly, his boots! That would dig into the other, quite literally. As the rich duck moved part of his body to the side, he rushed forward and rammed his left boot into Steelbeak’s back. It didn’t hit the spine as it was a little bit left to that spot but it was something John put more energy, of what little he had at the moment, into it. “I suppose this is still ‘taking cheap shots’ to you?”

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andy-squirrel-and-friends​:

Her breathing became quicker as her heart began to beat faster in fear. Everything he had said up to this point was true, so she doubted he was bluffing. And with that being the case, even if she beat the snot out of this pompous duck, it wouldn’t change the fact that they knew where she lived. And possibly knew other ways to get into her apartment without her knowing. It made her sick to her stomach as the gravity of the situation began to set in. She had no other choice.

Her heart still beating fast in fear, she just let out a sigh of defeat and dropped the bat with a clatter. “What do they want?” she said through gritted teeth.

To a degree, John was pleasantly entertained with how the squirrel was slowly coming to terms with her predicament and enjoyed seeing her anguish from how inescapable the matter was. Whether it was him or another member of F.O.W.L., it would have all come down to this one little cog giving up their precious item to only use up their usefulness to the organization. Well, it was just how things went in the corporate world, where once something depleted itself of being special or unique, it would eventually have to bow out of the business or get absorbed into another’s business. Maybe the lady could hear it, but he was stifling a chuckle from his somewhat twisted relishing of this.

“It likely has to be those rather... otherworldly trinkets you have. With all the cockamamie riff raff that goes on in this day and age, I suppose you thought you could, ‘blend in’ with everyone else? Tsk, tsk. I’m sure the lab coats will have a field day with you.”, Rockerduck mentioned, slightly shaking his head left and right, as if he were practically treating the other like a child.

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stealbeak​:

Steelbeak can say he wasn’t expecting that, and is blinded by the ink before he can get a proper grip on the water fowl’s beak. He lets out a yell as it stings his eyes, and Rockerduck would find himself being flung away from Steelbeak as the roosters hand’s go to his eyes in an effort to wipe the mess away.

His white coat is ruined, his eyes are stinging, and ink is dripping down his face into his beak. The rooster is breathing heavy as rage fills him and he tries to blink. 

“You’re dead.” Is all he says. “When I see you you’re dead!” He doesn’t care if the buzzards get angry at him. He’s going to wring that little duck’s neck. 

“Dirty fighting coward.” He spits out ink, and find that he can’t stop the burning in his eyes. “Oh you are so getting murdered!” 

Rockerduck couldn’t really expect that he would be tossed away, as he was hoping to be dropped. That at least would have been easier for him to recover from instead of being flung a few feet away. Add another grunt of pain to the list as he tumbled a bit before stopping, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t move so he managed to stand back up before taking a sigh.

“Tch, and like you fight fair. Being honorable isn’t bad, when there’s someone worth respecting. I’m not sorry to admit it, but you don’t quite make the cut for someone who is worth that respect.”, John voiced with an uppity tone that was full of disdain for the other. Running away would be the smart thing to do, but he needed to prove to this rooster, and even more himself, that he didn’t always need Jeeves around. Might he get more wounds? Sure, but the satisfaction of whaling on this overgrown brute would more than make up for that.

Cracking his knuckles would be so cliché and damage them, so instead he just paced over to his fallen glasses which he picked up and cleaned for a bit. “Yes, yes, make those juvenile threats. I’m sure that’ll ‘scare me out of my mind’.”, he gloated for a bit before walking towards the blinded bird. Then looking for a good starting point, he took a few steps to Steelbeak’s left, the frown from his bruised and battered beak and face slowly making a grin as he came in with a jab to the other’s abdomen. He didn’t have the power that the other had, but that wasn’t something he cared about. It was the point he was trying to make that mattered, and it’s not like he couldn’t do any damage if he really wanted to.

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andy-squirrel-and-friends​:

The more he explained the situation, the more the squirrel began to feel terrified and confused. Had these people secretly been watching her? If so, how long? Without a moment of hesitation, she quickly grabbed her baseball bat and clutched it tightly. “Well whatever it is you are your stalker friends are after, you’re not getting it. So I suggest you leave before I nail a home run on that side of your face,” she growled.

She seemed very quick to jump to the gun that he was going to do any sort of ruffian’s sport, or at least at the moment. That wasn’t what he had in mind however, so he decided to not initiate in that type of bout, though there was another that he’d be glad to participate in. He sluggishly took another swig of the coffee before making his next statement. “It’s cute that you think that, but just like your luck, you’ve struck out. That precious item is something they aren’t willing to give up so easily, so consider yourself a target until you cough it up to them.”

“And don’t try telling anyone of your situation as I’m sure it’ll bear some ‘unwanted consequences’ for you and whoever you snitch to.”, Rockerduck followed up with, slightly tapping one of his old Western boots on the floor as a smug smile appeared on his beak.

[john-d-rockerduck]

stealbeak​:

Steelbeak watched the glasses swing with some amusement before using a finger to flick them the rest of the way off, hearing them clatter to the floor. 

The rooster gave a sound of disgust as he was hit with spit. Of course it wasn’t the worst thing he had been through when in a fight. But the fact that the little duck thought he could get away with it is what made him mad. 

He uses his free hand to wipe it off, giving a laugh as he looked at the duck. 

“I always like feisty opponents. “ He says. “they always fight better… and it feels good when they finally.” He hit him again. “Stay. Down.” Steelbeak growled out, before trying to reach for the duck’s beak. Maybe if he broke it, the other would finally see he wasn’t someone to be messed with. 

Taking off his glasses wasn’t exactly what he wanted, though it’s not as if his vision was blurred so much as only slightly impaired. He’d been wearing those glasses before his suspended animation and he was still wearing them now, and if the youth water was anything to go off of, it didn’t rejuvenate certain parts of the body like it should have.

However he did find some small enjoyment in the other’s reaction to his little “gift”. It likely would have been the most blessed thing that happened to the rooster, but after this, he would make sure never to let this overgrown chicken with a vice for a mouth breathe without some feeling the humiliation he would bring to him.

Yet another strike to his handsome face resulted in the waterfowl to grunt more as he gagged a bit, sputtering up some more of his precious blood in the process. Yeah, he was cutting it more close than anything, as he was starting to feel the daze creeping up on him. This Steelbeak certainly was taking his time with this, but it was now or never that he pulled out his trick.

Saying anything would have tipped the other off that he was doing something, so without making a quip (as much as he wanted to make one), John quickly reached for the ink pen ink his suit jacket and aimed it for his attacker’s eyes. Going for those made the most sense, as anywhere else wouldn’t have really done much but be a distraction. Squeezing the pen in a certain way, the ink from it began to spill as if it were ready to burst at the seems. Of course, Rockerduck hated damaging his items in such a way but he rather that be destroyed instead of his face.

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Still remaining calm despite the other’s initial shock from his appearance, John seized his chance to have a little fun with this, letting out a small chuckle, one that had felt like it was drizzled with sophistication all over it. Lightly flexing his gloved fingers around, Rockerduck kept his gaze on the squirrel as he didn’t want her doing anything uncalled for.

“Now, now, given how easy it was for me to enter your small abode, I don’t think calling for the police will do you much good.”, he loftily stated while taking another sip out of the mug. Letting the mug rest in his hands around his lap, John made yet another smug smile at the female before continuing his speech. “As to why I’m here, well, that’s because you, my dear, have something that is valuable to the people I associate myself with. You don’t know them, but they know you.”

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stealbeak​:

Steelbeak smirks. He holds the duck by the front of his suit, and simply looks him over. “Is that what you tell yourself to make you feel better?” He asks him, reaching up to dig his thumb into the bruise that was forming on the other’s face. 

“You think you’re as good as the bosses? Ha! You’re just some weak little duck that gets everyone else to fight his battles because you’re just… small.” He shrugs. “And … what’s the word Heron uses? Insignificant.” 

“And anything you do. Won’t make me regret bashing your beak in.” He smiles before hitting him again. 

Oh now the rooster wanted to play himself as if he was superior to him, like he had something that John couldn’t compare or obtain in some way. It was foolish to think that some buffed up grunt like him would ever manage to get somewhere past being someone else’s muscle, or a medium level goon at best. Of course, he’d have to prove that by getting out of this lunatic’s grasp. Not that the the added pressure of the other’s unclean fingers pressing into his beaten cheek. That alone was enough to get the smaller duck to grit his teeth out of anguish from the pain he was feeling. Maybe he had conditioned Steelbeak enough to go through with his plan, and that time was growing shorter and shorter with each blow he took. Not like he hadn’t taken punishment before, but this wasn’t particularly something he would put himself in to gain resistance from.

 Again, another strike to his head did manage to do a bit more this time. With another grunt of discomfort and pain being released, John’s hands motioned toward his beak to see what had been done. No lost teeth, but some blood managed to sputter out of John’s mouth along with his glasses nearly falling off, only hanging by one of the arms clinging onto his beak. “Insignificant is too archaic for someone like you to use. Then again, I don’t think you would know what either of those words mean, rooster.”, John responded, this time losing his arrogance in his tone as he let one hand slowly fall to his side, just to get his pen ready to do it’s work. He might not be able to do much, but he was certainly willing to show him that he could do something if push came to shove. Jeeves was for his more important matters and this became more personal.

“Anything I do huh? That sounds like a challenge... one that I’m sure you would hate to lose. What if I.... do this?!”, Rockerduck quickly replied as he spat a wad of saliva mixed with some of his blood towards the other’s face, hoping that this would enrage the larger avian to get more risky.

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stealbeak​:

Steelbeak’s eyebrows rose slightly when John starting going off. He sure liked to think he knew what he was talking about didn’t he? 

“You think I’m scared of the buzzards?” He asked finally, after the other was done. “And everything says I’m the dumb one.” He says giving a laugh. 

“I bet you think they’ll keep you safe, that I think they can do anything worse that what I’ve already gone through.” He jabs his finger into the others chest to emphasize his point. 

“I may not enjoy the trouble this is going to cause, and I may be paying for it for a while.” But his smile touched his eyes as he looked down at the little duck. “But it’s worth it.” He say before clenching his fist tightly, and right hooks Rockerduck in the face.  

Well, it was something he expected. Either he’d get Jeeves to take care of this noodle-brained ruffian, or he’d get pummeled by some riff-raff that believed himself better than him. Of course, it wasn’t like he didn’t know how to take punishment, he’s been in a few fights on his own, but to say that he could fully take on this brute in a fair fight might have been stretching it a bit. The punch certainly left a bruise on his beak where the rooster’s fist connected, and he wasn’t in a position to try and feel what had been damaged unless he used his tongue. Though the small smirk on his beak evaporated into a frown and then into a glare.

Oh, this wouldn’t be the worst, but he’d need to find an angle, maybe using the ink in his pen if he could keep the other’s gaze off of him? Or how about his boots? While they weren’t good for running, the heels had to be painful to some degree when shoving them into something. Whatever it would be, he decided giving Steelbeak more of what he disliked would be the cover for his sneak attack.

“Aw, poor, poor Steelbeak, you’re just a little chicken trying to act tough in this big world. It’s chumps like you that make people like the buzzards and me better. We know how the world truly works and are guiding it through more... loose care than others would.”

“While you might be thinking that now, I’ll make sure you rethink that thought. So take another crack at my face, but understand that you’ll regret that faster than whatever got you your shiny accessory.”, John bluntly threatened as he truly was willing to make the taller avian’s life hell should he continue damaging his face. Maybe the buzzards wouldn’t let him go through with his threat, but no one was going to make a fool out of John D. Rockerduck and not pay the price!

[john-d-rockerduck]

Andy had returned to her apartment after visiting with Scrooge. She shook the snow from her coat and hung it on the coat rack that stood by her front door, and went into the kitchen to make a nice hot drink.

While this wasn’t the type of place he would like to find himself in, he was supposed to be here due to some higher forces wanting him to be here more than anyone else. John wouldn’t think of this as something he should waste his time with, but since the person he had to converse with was not here, he decided to make himself something to pass the time by until they did arrive. Maybe some coffee would be nice, but hot chocolate milk would be more appropriate given the weather outside.

Upon hearing the footsteps of someone entering the kitchen, John turned his head towards that direction as he takes a light but elegant sip on the mug he was using for his hot chocolate. Alongside his sly eyes was a smug smile that was only matched more by the suave demeanor and aura Rockerduck was giving off. Hopefully this wasn’t him presenting off too much, but he did like to show off when he could.

“Good afternoon, or by this point I believe it would be early evening. Whichever one it is, I am sure you had quite a trying day outside in the snow. but that isn’t the only thing you have to worry about on your plate. There is something more.... important that involves you, dear. It would be best if you knew about it.”, he finally spoke with a lax but somewhat confident tone as he kept his gaze on the squirrel. Certainly his mission wouldn’t be too hard. It didn’t involve any fighting to his knowledge, but he did have a way with words before letting the situation go into a more physical direction unless provoked.

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stealbeak​:

Steelbeak raised his arm and basically caught the other when got caught in his vault. 

His opposite hand gripped the front of the other’s shirt and held him up above the ground. Steelbeak growled at him, clanging his beak together in anger. 

He doesn’t say anything just holding the other up, glaring. 

After a moment he tossed him to the floor. “You’re not even worth it.” He says after a moment. 

“I know I could easily snap you in half. You know it too. Proving it would only get me yelled at. And ripping you to shred ain’t worth the trouble.” 

Sure, he was in quite the situation, likely able to get his face rearranged in a way that wasn’t to his liking, but John couldn’t help squinting his eyes to try and remove a lot of the other’s face out of his vision. He didn’t need to see what he might need to attach to himself next, that would be just an insult to injury. However, Rockerduck did feel like if he were to get one, it definitely would be better than the rooster’s, and might even get payback on him with it someday. It all depended on how the other was going to go through with this.

John’s sheepish frown only became less pronounced and his disposition began to dissipate. All of that, only to get some glare and a half baked scolding? Pffft, now that’s insulting. The duck’s bushy eyebrows furrowed as he didn’t really like how this was going, even if it spared him a facial remodeling.

“Hmph, I ‘know’ that you just want me to stop teasing you. Face it, metal mouth, you try to do anything to me, and the buzzards will have you out of commission about as fast as you would have me knocked out. You’re afraid of what they’ll do to you, and if you can, you’ll try to avoid getting on their bad side by any means necessary.”, Rockerduck explained with a confident tone as he was still being held by the other. “They’ve got something on you and it makes you anxious.”

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stealbeak​:

Steelbeak jerked his head back in surprise. One hand reached out blindly in an effort to grab him aiming particularly low; thinking the other might try to jump around him. 

The other hand grabbed the coat while his beak closed around it, and with a loud RIP Steelbeak tore the coat in half, throwing it to the side. 

“Come’re you little pipsqueak!” He raged. 

What he had planned to do was alright, but now he just needed to execute it. All or nothing for this one, and there went his lovely suit jacket. Well, he should probably get used to more recent fabrics and such anyway. Eyebrows furrowed and his boots ready to make his run for his hat, the duck made off with his starting jog before taking a leap into the air to avoid repeating the same tactic twice, something a con artist would never do unless it’s guaranteed to work and in this case, that wasn’t so likely.

Getting in closer towards the rooster now, Rockerduck could feel the sweat running down his face as he was being forced to do all this work. It was so low of someone with his stature to be trying to out think some buffoon with beak deficiency. Must be terrible having to hold that thing up all day, but he couldn’t congratulate his somewhat potential attacker, not now anyway. John springs up from the ground, desperately trying to go over the tall bird’s shoulder, but alas, this was where his luck ran out. Part of him did manage to make it, but his lower half ended up getting caught on the vault.

Confounded boots! Very fashionable, however not very efficient when it comes to the other matters...

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This is likely going to be two for DT17 and two for DT87 since John is pretty up in the air on 17 and his introduction in 87 with the comic about the relic/treasure race was... fine?

With how old school John is and being from around the time period as Scrooge and Goldie, it’s pretty likely that he too would also be wise with how he uses his money. Perhaps he wouldn’t be too thrifty with it like Glomgold (since well, Glomgold kinda stole that part from him), but it’s funny to think of an extra duck in the Billionaire’s room that isn’t so keen on playing the traditional staring contest and the like. Maybe a game of cards, or some of the other activities would have him be giving Scrooge a change of pace in competition with his monetary rivals.

After the F.O.W.L./Chaos God mess rolls over, John is probably going to try and be a more modern business owner for once. Given how being perpetually frozen in ice was rather unnerving, he’d like to at least make it big now that he has time on his hands and something to shoot for, but only in what industries could he find success in....? Maybe something that has to do with a well used resource, or the production of a new one that would be more ecofriendly might do the trick? That sounds like something Scrooge would want to challenge him in.

For DT87′s continuity, we all can’t deny that there’s definitely going to be some bungling between John and Scrooge over the most trivial of things, and it’s likely going to be up to Jeeves and Duckworth to get them out of perilous predicaments or to give them advice that might kickstart ideas and schemes. And it certainly wouldn’t be bad to see both Scrooge and John speak towards the public on television or live recording when it comes to debates, items of Duckburg, or just maybe very, very expensive and exclusive classes on financial management. Flintheart would probably join in if he doesn’t have to do any time in jail.

With the ever increasing threat of weird things and oddities coming by Earth, it’s most likely that both ducks have their facilities prepared with some sort of defense against those things that would commonly be known to appear in the area. It’s also likely that neither of them will try to have their subsidiaries based in St. Canard as that happens to be pretty... shady ground for a lot of crimes and that’s bad for business. Perhaps Cape Suzette or Spoonerville is better?