The Squawking Duck

[Sun Quan]

Located near Xu Chang, the Squawking Duck is an old bar that continues even today to live up to its name. If you're a ruffian and you've got something to prove then the Squawking Duck is a bar for you.

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A small man walked into the bar, pushing its large wooden doors aside and slipping past them before they closed back on him. Before him was a grand large hall, several bars adoring the corners of the hall. It must have been a sight, long ago- but today it looked like the spitting image of hell itself. Dark, crowded and filled with patrons that have probably each committed several murders- the young man had to force himself to keep walking toward the nearest bar.

The keep identified himself and asked what the stranger wanted. A moment later the young man gulped down his water and made a b line for the door.

This was not the place for him, no.

[Zhang Fei]

A normal looking guy enters the bar, orders a strong coffee and goes to sit in a small corner. There he puts his bag on the table and starts getting some shit out.

[Liu Bei]

* A simple bystander, enjoying a light ale, watches curiously as the man sitting across from his table sifts through his bag. Intrigued, he walks over and inquires: *

"What is it you have there?"

[Liu Feng]

*Walks into the pub and orders a jug of Ale.*

"Uncle, I too can drink. I like your spear, did you use Brasso on that?"

*Looks towards Zhang Ren*

"Hello."

[Liu Bei]

"Hello there young one."

* He takes a seat at the table. *

"What is your name?"

[Liu Feng]

*Smiling Liu Feng spoke*

"I am Liu Feng, adoptive son of Liu Bei."

*With no obvious reason, Liu Feng sat on the same table, with only this writer controlling him.*

"Fancy a bum?"

[Liu Bei]

* The man ponders that question. *

"Aren't you rather young?"

[Liu Feng]

"For what? Do you want the bun or not?"

*Offers him the piece of bread, whilst he nibbles on it rather like a squirrel*

[Liu Bei]

* The man's face turns quizzical at the answer, and he takes the piece of bread without further ado. *

"I thought you meant-"

* He stops at the sight of Liu Feng nibbling his bread like a forest critter. The man raises an eyebrow at him. *

[Liu Feng]

*Feng stood up and went to the bar, ordering another jug of ale, his previous volume of goodness, being depleted in an almost godlike fashion. Jesus, as his mother might have said, did not have shit on Liu Feng.*

"Right where was we. See any good battles lately? What's Wei's form like this season?"

*He asked, rather strangely, and even more strangely was the fact during the question he dunked his bread into his ale and took a bite afterwards. Very yeasty indeed.*

[Liu Bei]

* The man watched as Feng went to grab more Ale; like a well-oiled machine. The man thought that he wouldn't dare drink as fast as this young man had. *

"Battles? As a matter of fact, I was having a picnic during Chi Bi, I think the chef aboard the Wei ship must've lit the kitchen on fire - or something of the sort."

* He raised another eyebrow as Feng dipped his bread in his ale - a look of disgust crossed his face - then he tried it himself, dipping his piece of bread into his own ale. The result wasn't pleasant. *

[Liu Feng]

*Feng's face was upset as he raised his face from his ale. It had seemed the implications of his bread dunking had been so grave, the bread had flimsily fallen into that very beverage it was so desperate to soak up. A single tear rolled down his face before deciding the fate of the drink.*

*He lifted the fallen bread from out the drink using his very hands, and then a curious expression appeared before he lifted his jug up and turned it upside down. Not a single drop of ale fell from that glass that day.*

"Well that's odd..."

*He took a bite of his presumably soggy bread, but even more eerily found it to be as hard as it previous was, before the tragic and near-traumatising accident occured.*

[Liu Bei]

* The bystander let a chuckle leave his lips as he saw the young man drop his bread into his cup, and after having revealed nothing actually in the cup - and the bread solid as it had been before, the man rose from his chair in shock. He had risen so abruptly that the chair had fallen backwards. Most of the people in the bar stopped their card games, and drinking to look over their shoulder at the commotion.

The bystander pointed at Liu Feng, his face displaying an awestruck look. He was physically shaken with fear. *

"Sorcerer!"

[Liu Feng]

*As if possessed by nothing short of pure evil, Liu Feng rose from his seat. A grin that could shave the hair of a raccoon.*

"So! You think you can beat me do you!!! I am no ordinary man!"

*Liu Feng gave a sharp glare, his head tilting upwards, whilst his eyes looked down, comically brilliant, but with a hint of darkness.*

"...and... SCENE! Well done everyone!"

*The people in the pub clapped and laughed, glee was once more in the air.*

"So pretty good huh? I really think Zhang Jiao and the Raiders of the Lost Biscuit will be a huge hit in Luo Yang."

[Liu Bei]

* The man was relieved to have let down his face of shock. He started to clap along with everyone else, fashioning a broad smile. He gave one of the other actors a high five. *

"Yes, yes, I think the theater will be showing this play for months to come!"

* The man went to talk to his friend, whom was in charge of quickly writing down the script in shorthand. As the owner of the Squawking Duck walked in from the back of the bar, the man thanked him for allowing the production to do a rehearsal in his bar. After more celebrating he took off, through the door and was down the street. *