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In the beginning (their beginning that is) there was the artist. A being with immense imaginary power, enough to actually bring his own drawn creations..To life. And so there were two creations, a mask and it's protector. The mask, as you know is the object that bestows it's powers onto it's wearer. It changes shapes, properties and owners throughout the ages. But it would need a keeper, the artist's second creation.
One who would not age, not truly die and most importantly, one who could par it's ludicrous toon powers. T
his is his tale...
Ronin's rest, the bathhouse (yes the very same)
"It WOULD come to the one place where people love to eat duck!" Drake hammered yet another door onto the row he had been working on this entire time. On the other side were Rabbit goons opening one after the other, finding yet another door in their way. Drake, the keeper. A toon duck destined with dealing with everything silly nobody else wants to deal with. His entire being is designed for such scenarios, luckily keeping him off the radar from heavy hitters despite his potentially cosmic power.
On top of his regular duties, there is of course handling the Rabbit mask, which slipped out of his grasp years ago. This had been the closest he gotten to almost reclaiming it.
"You wont like my taste guys! Really I taste like a spoiled duck! Honestly!" He shouted through the doors hammering and hammering away. A few maniacal chuckles escaped his bill, thinking he was so clever. "Heh! Hehee! HO HO HOOOOooooo crap..." Drake turned around to see five goons standing in front of him, having literally used the door beside the door he was blockading. "Looks fellas..Maybe we could just have a nice chat before you try and-"
"-KILL MEEEEE!" Drake struggled under the grip of one of the humans, flailing about and biting at their hands. "Leveret said we gotta deal with this...Duck... So just make it quick..It's enough of a scene as it is..." The leader straightened his tie before handing a blade to the muscle, raising it in the air and stabbed for the duck's skinny neck. Like a snake though, it slithered out of the way of the blade left and right, just pissing the mule off more.
"V-v-v-VALARIE HUNTINGTON IN A BATHHOUSE! Who are ya wearing tonight! Pleeease tell me it's that classy LeBeau fella!" Drake looked on with astonishment, and the fools were stupid enough to fall for it. Upon looking back, Drake at escaped the mans grasp and ran into the woman's changing room, the men followed. But of course the residents of the bathhouse were nude in the room, slapping the men and kicking them out to the other side quickly.
"Pigs! The lot of you! For shame for shame and all that junk!" Drake dressed as a Geisha shouted, quickly rubbing the white makeup off with some bathwater and ran the other way. "This is pointless! I need a man with savvy of the land, a real Japanese witty man!" Upon walking out of the back exit of the Bathhouse, an owl flew down with a sash reading "plot convenience postal service" and dropped an envelope in Drake's hands.
"Finally! Xenon's academy accepted teacher's applicatio-...Ah.." Drake's lisping ended as soon as he saw it was some sort of profile belonging to a samurai.
"Kenshin eh? Sounds like a real B.A..Well if he can't help me, I'm screwed..Literally says that at the bottom of the letter!" The duck slapped the paper showing it actually said so. "Alright Kenshin, here I come, making you solve MY problems!"