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toonqueen · 2 months ago

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Duckvember Day 4: Game Duck

NO BETA AGAIN AND I DON’T EVEN DESC SIDE CHARACTERS I’m already behind trying to catch uppp.

Little story about @fluxchix 's character Luke (Duke and her OC Gallery’s kid) and Maestro (my OC kid of Canard and Lucretia. See they ran into each other in Limbo...)

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Luke ran out of class the second the bell rang. He quickly went outside to the smaller side building stairs. It was usually where his human schoolmates met to chat. He already saw three of them here.

“HEY! We’re still on today for laser tag right? I invited one of my other friends,” The gray duck asked as he gripped the single strap of his book bag that came over his shoulder.

“It's not one of the babies is it?” one of the other kids asked. Luke was the oldest of the duck kids on Earth. The others were all five years and younger, which included his little sister the group had seen a few times.

“No no, it's not any of them. He’s in high school like us. He came here from- out of state over a year ago,” Luke explained vaguely. It was easier than saying he appeared from a supposedly broken dimensional gateway generator that was locked up in a secret headquarters under a hockey rink, “He's super cool! And he’ll be great at this. He’s a perfect shot when we play video games. He’s the one with the top score on the O.K. Corral arcade game at the mall!”

“Oh! He’s M-A-E at that arcade? I see those initials on a lot of high score lists at the mall arcade,” one of the kids chimed in.

“How come we haven’t seen him in class?” another one of Luke’s friend’s questioned.

“Oh- um. He.. goes to another school.. But he'll meet us on the way!” Luke quickly stammered out like he was hiding something, “He’s taking the bus to the laser tag. We’ll meet him there.”

Luke and his school friends got on the next public bus to head to the mall. He tried to keep his mind focused on what they were talking about and pipe in. However, he was nervous and excited about them meeting his fellow duck friend.

The gray duck could feel his cellphone vibrate in his backpack pocket. He quickly pulled out to read the message.

‘I’m here. Where are you at?’

Luke quickly typed back: ‘stay there ill meet you there’

As soon as the bus stopped Luke was the first to hop out. He turned to his friends as they stepped of the bus too, “I’ll be RIGHT back. I gotta go meet my friend. We’ll meet at the laser tag.”

“Uh, why couldn’t he meet us here?” one of the other kids stated.

“Ahhhh, no reason I’ll see you guys in a minute!” was all Luke could reply with. As he ran over to the mall nearby. His schoolmates gave each other a shrug and headed towards the laser tag that was beside the mall.

Maestro was waiting outside of the mall movie theater. When Luke came into Maestro’s view the gray duck was out of breath from running. He took a moment to try to catch his breath. He was still struggling when he started talking to Mae, “Hey there! There has been a change of plans.”

Maestro gave Luke a confused head tilt, not able to understand him, “It’s hard to read your bill when you’re breathing like that.”

“Oh, I said -” Luke then started to sign as he talked, “We’re going to laser tag instead.”

“You said you and your friends were going to a movie,” Maestro spoke and signed at the same time.

“Yeah and so now we are mov-ing over to the laser tag now,” Luke replied, thinking he was clever. Maestro had watched his bill carefully because what the gray duck had started signing wasn’t quite right.

“... That’s awful,” was Maestro’s delayed response to Luke trying to be smooth, “I don’t want to play any shooting games right now.”

“Please! You’re so good at it!” Luke replied while signing, “My friends will think it's cool!”

“Just because I’m good at it doesn’t mean I always like to do it!” Maestro just signed, not talking out loud. Luke gave a squint as he made sure he followed the signing correctly.

“But there are these older teens hang around there that always beat us. You can help us win! PLEASE!” Luke responded. He repeatedly signed ‘please’ after he finished.

“Okay. Fine.” Maestro spoke without signing.

“Great! Awesome! And don’t say you’re home schooled or anything. They’ll think it’s weird,” Luke added while signing out. Maestro ughed at being told that. He didn’t want to start being in a situation where he couldn’t be himself.

Luke turned and ran off to the direction of the laser tag. Maestro sighed and followed after his friend. The gray duck’s schoolmates were waiting outside. As soon as Luke got up to them he introduced his duck friend who was still catching up.

“Hey, everyone, this is Maestro!” Luke gestured to the duck running up to them. He then began signing while talking once Mae was there, “This is Mike, Seth, Austin and Kyle.”

The four human boys all gave Luke a weird look. Luke had been so focused on ‘tricking’ Maestro to do laser tag and avoid the homeschooling thing he had forgotten about his best friend being deaf.

“Oh, uh,” Luke paused as he just stared back at his human friends not knowing what to say.

“You can call me Mae. I’m deaf but I can read lips. It’s fine,” the other duck broke the silence. He held out his hand to shake with any of the boys in greeting. That is what Maestro assumed was best to do. One of the boy’s did shake his hand.

“I’m Seth. That’s awesome your hair is purple. Your parents let you dye it like that?” the kid shaking Mae’s hand asked.

“It’s natural actually,” Maestro laughed. He relaxed a little. No one seemed to care about him being deaf. He welcomed questions about his appearance instead.

“Why are we waiting outside?” Luke piped up to ask since Maestro was taking care of the moment of awkwardness.

“That usually group is here,” Kyle muttered, “Think your friend can help us win against them?”

“Yes! Totally!” Luke confidently replied. Maestro took a deep breath but gave Luke a smile.

“Yes. Totally,” Maestro confirmed. Luke could tell he was uneasy about something but brushed it off to meeting new people.

“Alright, then let's go,” Kyle said before leading them all inside.

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Another TWO PARTER SORRY ITS HARD TO WRITE A LOT IN A DAY. NEXT PART COMING IN ANOTHER PROMPT.

#duckvember #duckvember 2024 #Mighty Ducks the animated series #mdtas #maestro decoy #luke l'orange

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toonqueen · 1 year ago

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Duckvember Day 1: Dead Duck (Part 1)

lololol Part 2 coming SOON hopefully.

Okay this story has OCs that are the adult kids of Mighty Ducks the Animated Series. HERE IS A CHEAT SHEET SINCE NOT MANY READ MY STORIES BACK IN HIGHSCHOOL. (Only One Many Here Has. lol) This story is very

Luke- Duke’s son that pretty much looks exactly like him but has both eyes. Super smart but does not apply himself because of gifted child burnout. @fluxchix is responsible for him.

Maestro - Son of Canard and Luceria Decoy that fell out of a portal one day, like you do. Super sweet guy even though he has seen some shit. Also he's deaf so I'm writing SIGNED instead of SAID a lot.

Tayshia - Tanya and Wildwing daughter that someone while having loving parents turned out to be kinda a jerk man. Wtf is up with that?

Karma - Grin’s son, I really don’t have much to explain here.

Mercedes - Nosedive’s daughter. Everything you find annoying about Nosedive but then doubled.

Molissa - Duke's daughter and Luke's younger sister.

Castor and Blaster - Mallory’s twins. Funny story I can’t remember these two’s real names. These were their nicknames. I actually rarely ever wrote them so LOLOLOL.

Rex - Dragaunus’ son that is good and working with the ducks because he’s the bad bitch Mercedes was able to pull by being autistic

Tyrant - not related to Dragaunus in any way, just a new saurian from limbo that is the new bad guy or something.

THIS STORY IS LUKE AND MAESTRO CENTERED.

Betaed by @cataradical but the next part may be unbetaed because I am unsupervised.

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“Thank you for the ride. You do not have to stick around,” signed Maestro as he sat in the passenger seat. He had been excited all day to go to the bookstore. The book he wanted the author to sign was sitting in his lap.

“Ah, I’ll be in the area. There’s stuff on the other side of the street I’m going to check out,” replied Luke, signing as he spoke aloud.

“Cool. I will text you when I am done,” Maestro signed as he smiled, “I do not know how long the line is going to be. He is famous enough to draw a crowd.”

“Take your time. There’s no rush. Maybe we can have dinner afterwards,” Luke said and signed. Maestro put on the device that helped him hear. It was something Tanya had created a short while ago that easily wrapped around the back of his head and ended at a circular shape on each end. It wasn’t 100% helpful with hearing speech, but it was what he normally wore in battle mode so he could not be surprised and attacked from behind.

“A quick dinner. I wanted to finish packing tonight,” Maestro signed, smile widening. He opened the truck door to get out. He closed the door, tucked the book under his arm, and waved his friend off.. Luke snickered and waved in return before the other duck disappeared into the store.

Luke headed to the strip mall across the street. He was sure he could find something to waste his time on for a few hours. He didn’t want to go back to his empty apartment and for sure did not want to go back to the Pond and be forced to practice.

Luke barely had a chance to park when he already received a text message from Maestro. He expected it to be a long paragraph explaining something that happened at the signing. Instead it was a short message: “Pick me up now. Please.”

Luke hopped back into the pickup, returned to the bookstore. Maestro was waiting outside with a very neutral expression. His copy of the book was no longer in his arms.

Luke parked the truck and Maestro got in without saying a word. Angrily buckled himself up.

“Uh, that was quick... How did it go?” Luke said as he signed, a little bit unsure about asking because it clearly did not go well.

“Not good. Can we go to your apartment?” Maestro signed back as he dropped his messenger back onto his lap. The book didn’t appear to be inside, either.

“Okay…” Luke trailed off, replying with a simple “okay” in sign.

The drive was awkwardly quiet. Maestro stared out the window, hugging his bag. When they pulled off at an exit and stopped at a red light, he finally broke the silence. Without looking at Luke, he spoke aloud, “He didn’t even give me the chance to explain. He just said I was mocking his work.” Most of his enunciation and tone was clear but when it came to longer words they were more mumbled. Before Luke could say anything, he continued, “I mean. I knew better than to mention Limbo. I just said there is warring on our home planet and he just– just shot me down. I mean. It’s the elephant in the room that no one talks about, but it’s kinda common knowledge that alien ducks are here because our planet sucks right now. So wouldn’t it make sense there would be someone in my situation?”

Luke nodded, not sure of what to say at that moment. He then realized Maestro wouldn’t see his nod so he reached over to give the upset duck a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

Maestro looked over at Luke; he wasn’t crying but his eyes were misty.

Luke went to speak but was interrupted by an angry honk from the car behind him. The light had turned green. The gray duck grumbled to himself, annoyed, and resumed driving.

Maestro looked a little amused at Luke’s frustrated reaction to being honked at. He wiped a tear from his eye, chuckling, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Luke added verbally. He then signed his response, forgetting a moment Maestro wouldn’t understand him. It was frustrating for him that he couldn’t communicate with his friend while driving.

Maestro could tell Luke thought that he had missed the words. “Do not worry. I am watching your beak now,” he reassured softly with a light smile despite his watery eyes.

“Did you still want to go out to eat?” asked Luke.

“No,” Maestro replied verbally. He spoke softly because Luke had to keep his eyes on the road, but still signed a bit out of habit. “I am going to take a nap. I was up until 4 AM, so excited to meet this guy. I do not want to go back to the pond right now because Tanya would see I was upset and mom all up on me.”

Luke took a moment to process what Maestro said. “Yeah, it's fine,” he replied. “You can crash at my place. I have a few things to do so I’ll drop you off first.”

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A Short Time Later

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“What kind of dump did you send me to?” the gentleman spoke into his cellphone as he got off the elevator. He angrily dug into his pocket for the hotel room key. “I’m on the third floor. THIRD FLOOR.”

There was a pause as the man stopped in front of the door, finally retrieving the key card. “I don’t care if it's a five star hotel. I don’t care what actors stay here. This place is as bad as that so-called bookstore you sent me to. I’ll call you in the morning.”

The author shoved open the door, tossing the key and phone on the dresser. He took off his jacket, dumped it on the couch as he entered the small office space in the large, fancy hotel room. Before he could switch on the light, he heard an abrupt click from the desk. It was followed by the flicker of fire from a lighter.

The author, confused, turned on the light.

Luke sat on the desk, lighting his cigarette clamped in his beak. He took a drag, held it between his fingers. In his other hand was a copy of the author’s book, opened about a third way through. “So here’s the shit I don’t get,” he said coldly. “Your book is like, 10% about this former child soldier in Uganda, and then the other 90% about telling others how to cope. You, a guy who has never experienced the horrors of war. Where’s this child soldier you spoke about? The boy who actually had to endure all this pain and misery?”

“How did you get in here! The security in this place is… how!” the human seemed rather stunned.

The duck ignored his outburst, flipping through the book. “Not a word from the guy in here… It's like you’re making money off his trauma. Wow. Does he get any of the residuals off your book sales, because I mean, come on. Or is this some sorta ‘Memories of a Geisha’ bullshit?”

“What is this? I’m calling the police!” the man went back to the table he had left his phone. The grey feathered duck stayed on the desk as he flipped through to read the next page of the book. When the human picked up the phone he saw he had no signal. He tried calling out but just got a defunct noise in the return. He then picked up the hotel phone but it had no ring tone

“Don’t worry man. I’m her to just talk,” Luke called from the other room. The sound of him getting off the desk could be heard, “Comon, we just need to discuss a little situation.”

The author went to leave the hotel room, but the doorknob didn’t work.

“You know, EMP shit isn’t just stuff for sci fi movies,” the grey duck added as he came to the office doorway, “Man, everything is fucking automated nowadays. Even that silly hotel room lock.”

“What do you want?” The man glared at the gray duck. The human didn’t seem scared but knew he was in possible danger.

“Heh, can’t you at least guess? Maybe?” He stood. “I mean, it's not that often you see two alien ducks in one day,” Luke said as he leaned against the office doorway. He took another puff from his cigarette.

“You’re threatening me because I called out that other duck’s publicity stunt?” the author snapped.

“Alright, first of all, there was no one from ‘our media’ with him,” Luke gave finger quotations as he spoke, cigarette bouncing between a pair, “he came alone and stood in line with all the others. Why couldn’t you just sign his fucking book and let it go?”

“What kind of PTSD trauma do you ducks have? You play hockey, right? You’re celebrities. I don’t see anything about your experiences related to the contents in my book,” the human ranted, more annoyed than anything else.

“Look, you could <;i>technically say that about any of the other ducks around my age born on Earth.,” Luke explained irritably. “But Maestro wasn’t, okay? He came to this planet when he was fourteen. I think he’s only told me about half of the shit he went through before he got to Earth. He really, really liked your book.” He didn’t expect the author to understand, however. “And even though you’re an asshole, obviously, the book helped him a lot. I could tell.”

Luke stood up right, moving closer to the author. The human stood his ground. Completely unempathetic, just as the duck guessed.

“And what, praytell, did you want me to do about your friend’s problem?” the author demanded, crossing his arms.

Luke rubbed his own forehead. God, this man was dense. “You wrote a book to help people, and your attitude is like… this?” he sighed. “Look, how about this. Wait a few days, and then send him a signed copy of your book with a nice short note apologizing.”

“And what if I don’t?” the human replied, unfazed.

“How bad would it look if the advocate against child soldiers was taking blood diamond money this whole time?” Luke threatened, biting down on the cigarette. He took out his phone and opened up a search.

“I’ve done no such thing,” the author grumbled as he loosened the tie from his collar a bit.

“Oh, I can probably find connections in half an hour. If not, I can make a few up, all 100% believable,” Luke stated as he typed on his smartphone, “I might even have it done in fifteen minutes.”

“Impossible. Get out of here now,” the human said sternly, but it also had a slight tone of worry.

“You really want to try me? I’ve already shown that our advanced alien technology just blocked all the electronics in your room. Don’t you think that I could do more?” Luke asked rhetorically. The other paused and let out a defeated sigh.

“All this because I hurt your friend’s feelings?” the human replied.

“Yep!” Luke could only reply as he gave what could only be described as a sarcastic ‘buddy buddy’ patting on the back to the author, “I’ll check up on you and make sure you do as I said. Alright?”

“I will,” the author grumbled, reluctantly taking Luke’s threat seriously. Luke was heading away from the author and to the nearby window.

“Then, I’ll catch you later,” Luke replied before opening the window, “and if you breathe a word of this to the cops, I’ll know.”

“Uh.... alright,” the author said unsure as he saw the duck disappear out the window and probably take the fire escape down. Before the human could say anything else he was gone.

As Luke was walking to the maroon truck he was borrowing he received a text.

Mae: Where are you at? I just woke up.

Mae: Not asking because I expect you to come back.

Mae: Just asking. No rush.

Luke saw the messages as he got into the maroon pickup. He replied back.

Luke: I was just picking up your favorite donuts, from that little place across town.

Mae: Oh geez. You didn’t have to!

Mae: Thank you! <3

Mae: I’m actually hungry for real food now but I’ll eat one on the way to real food or something. Ha.

Luke: Alright. I’ll come pick you up. :)

After he replied he put the phone in the passenger's seat with the box of donuts he really did get before his meeting with the author.

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