[A six foot tall, broad-shouldered rooster complete with metal beak is making his way through the streets. His sense of fashion is a bit of an odd one, as his crisp white suit seems to indicate he's a sharp dresser, only for the whole thing to be undermined by a clunky old chest plate and a helmet. That's to say nothing of the big lance that's strapped to his back. He did not get to choose to wear those last few things.
Either way, he's got a house key held out in front of him with one hand, almost using it like a dowsing rod of sorts. This place is already a pain and he's eager to get to his new hideout- lair- house. Because of that, he's pushing people aside as he goes. He's not very polite about it, either.]
[Look, it's not his fault the key is leading him through one of the most crowded streets in the Index. And it's not his fault he's big, or that everyone seems to want to get in his way.]
2 (SwanTales, woo-oo!)
[Eventually, his attitude comes back around to bite him in the tailfeathers. That pesky swan princess managed to snatch the key from his hand and scurried off with it. With how easy it was for that particular bird to squeeze her way through the crowd, she's gotten a very nice headstart.
But Steelbeak's got her cornered, now! She's trapped between a wall, another wall and a fruit cart.]
I've got ya now! Still think you're tough?
[The swan honks in response. He takes another menacing step forward, only to slip on a banana peel that was so strategically placed, it could only have been left there on purpose. He shouts very loudly as he falls backwards, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the sidewalk.
It sure is one of those days where a secret agent chicken is outwitted by a princess-turned-swan... Help him get his keys back or laugh. Either's cool.]
3 (Books books books)
[The next day, a public message appears in the journals. It's written in barely legible chicken scratch. (hahaa!)]
How long do books need to be gone from the library before it counts as stealing? Is it still stealing if the books are destroyed in a mysterious fire that was totally not my fault? Does this place have cops?
Asking for a friend.
[He may have swiped every single copy of Don Quixote (that he could get his hands on) from the library with no intention of returning them. And he may have burned these copies in order to destroy the evidence. It seemed like a flawless plan at first. Now, maybe, not so much?]
[Wildcard]
[I'm always up for shenanigans! If you have a good idea for a big rooster thug with a metal beak, just go right ahead and use it or message Meowzy for brainstorming!]
Steelbeak | DuckTales (2017) | Don Quixote
[A six foot tall, broad-shouldered rooster complete with metal beak is making his way through the streets. His sense of fashion is a bit of an odd one, as his crisp white suit seems to indicate he's a sharp dresser, only for the whole thing to be undermined by a clunky old chest plate and a helmet. That's to say nothing of the big lance that's strapped to his back. He did not get to choose to wear those last few things.
Either way, he's got a house key held out in front of him with one hand, almost using it like a dowsing rod of sorts. This place is already a pain and he's eager to get to his new hideout- lair- house. Because of that, he's pushing people aside as he goes. He's not very polite about it, either.]
Comin' through! Beat it, pipsqueak. … Hey, I'm walkin' here!
[Look, it's not his fault the key is leading him through one of the most crowded streets in the Index. And it's not his fault he's big, or that everyone seems to want to get in his way.]
2 (SwanTales, woo-oo!)
[Eventually, his attitude comes back around to bite him in the tailfeathers. That pesky swan princess managed to snatch the key from his hand and scurried off with it. With how easy it was for that particular bird to squeeze her way through the crowd, she's gotten a very nice headstart.
But Steelbeak's got her cornered, now! She's trapped between a wall, another wall and a fruit cart.]
I've got ya now! Still think you're tough?
[The swan honks in response. He takes another menacing step forward, only to slip on a banana peel that was so strategically placed, it could only have been left there on purpose. He shouts very loudly as he falls backwards, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the sidewalk.
It sure is one of those days where a secret agent chicken is outwitted by a princess-turned-swan... Help him get his keys back or laugh. Either's cool.]
3 (Books books books)
[The next day, a public message appears in the journals. It's written in barely legible chicken scratch. (hahaa!)]
How long do books need to be gone from the library before it counts as stealing? Is it still stealing if the books are destroyed in a mysterious fire that was totally not my fault? Does this place have cops?
Asking for a friend.
[He may have swiped every single copy of Don Quixote (that he could get his hands on) from the library with no intention of returning them. And he may have burned these copies in order to destroy the evidence. It seemed like a flawless plan at first. Now, maybe, not so much?]
[Wildcard]
[I'm always up for shenanigans! If you have a good idea for a big rooster thug with a metal beak, just go right ahead and use it or message