Afterglow Ampharos
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𝖎 ∭ 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫
James Cadbury. In butler fashion, he's called by his surname, and his first name is generally never mentioned unless he must state his full name, or it's an intimate situation where he's on a first-name basis.
Surnames are an uncommon thing in this world, but James has one. His father, Cassius Cadbury, was also in the business, as was his father and so on. James shares this classy "family name" to connect him with this family's history of great service.
Surnames are an uncommon thing in this world, but James has one. His father, Cassius Cadbury, was also in the business, as was his father and so on. James shares this classy "family name" to connect him with this family's history of great service.
𝖎𝖎 ∭ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

He wears a little necktie, bordered by a short waiter's jacket over a white dress shirt. (Usually they are red and blue respectively, but Finer Things has requested a different colour to suit their theme.)
Nothing at all covers his lower body, but no matter. His large white claws have been filed down to a harmless blunt tip. His tail is held up in a shape similar to a squirrel's, and a comb tucked in his pocket ensures his fur is kept well-groomed at any time. James was lucky to have inherited very silky fur from the genes of his father, a rather rare male of the Cinccino species.
𝖎𝖎𝖎 ∭ 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞
Switcheroo.
Useful for quickly getting a replacement dish out to someone, or a second order. In a pinch, it may be needed for a stealthy, unscrupulous deed. When done right, this switch of objects can go entirely unnoticed.
Helping Hand.
Used quite literally toward both fellow staff and toward customers. When Cadbury lends a paw in aiding others, efficiency is increased twofold. Simply put, he is a naturally helpful person.
Odor Sleuth.
Checking the dish for everything that needs to be there before it hits the table. Sniffing out clues in other situations. Linoone are one of those species good at finding things with their sense of smell.
Charm.
A sophisticated charisma is used to win over others. It can be used in conversation, in a simple glance, in his posture, or in exceptional presentation when a dish arrives. It's also handy in case he needs to excuse himself out of a mistake he's made.
Yes, this moveset makes Cadbury utterly unable to fight, but that is entirely within his character. He would never use violence, not with his refined demeanour, and he's certainly never had a lick of practice. Expect fancy-boy to get floored if it comes to that.
Useful for quickly getting a replacement dish out to someone, or a second order. In a pinch, it may be needed for a stealthy, unscrupulous deed. When done right, this switch of objects can go entirely unnoticed.
Helping Hand.
Used quite literally toward both fellow staff and toward customers. When Cadbury lends a paw in aiding others, efficiency is increased twofold. Simply put, he is a naturally helpful person.
Odor Sleuth.
Checking the dish for everything that needs to be there before it hits the table. Sniffing out clues in other situations. Linoone are one of those species good at finding things with their sense of smell.
Charm.
A sophisticated charisma is used to win over others. It can be used in conversation, in a simple glance, in his posture, or in exceptional presentation when a dish arrives. It's also handy in case he needs to excuse himself out of a mistake he's made.
Yes, this moveset makes Cadbury utterly unable to fight, but that is entirely within his character. He would never use violence, not with his refined demeanour, and he's certainly never had a lick of practice. Expect fancy-boy to get floored if it comes to that.
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𝖎𝖛 ∭ 𝐔𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠
James was raised as a young Zigzagoon footman, and as he showed promise, he was groomed for a higher position. He was trained to stand upright, and raised to be polite, respectful, genteel, and serving. His father, Cassius Cadbury, insisted upon this training to stand biped, so James could easily perform duties with his forepaws. Not to mention the much more civilized appearance it lends.
Cassius also insisted young James keep his fur exceptionally groomed at all times. James was lucky to have inherited the same silky fur as his father, and Cassius was not about to let such fine fur go to waste with a disheveled appearance.
These lifestyle choices and this training stuck with Cadbury as he grew. He found his duties as a footman rewarding, and as he matured and gained experience, he became a butler, serving the wealthy and occasionally the famous.
Helping them enjoy themselves through his service is what he lives for.
As recently as a year ago, Cadbury found himself between masters in his butler career, and took notice of a particularly fashionable Bar and Bistro that was just opening its doors. Cadbury had himself a look about the place on what just happened to be its opening day. My, what celebration there was to be had! And the joint was so sophisticated, yet without feeling stiff. Cadbury enjoyed himself thoroughly, and by mid-evening, he'd already made plans to become a regular customer.
That's when he realized they were hiring, and he knew. He knew becoming a server at a place like this would be every bit as fulfilling as working as a butler.
Cassius also insisted young James keep his fur exceptionally groomed at all times. James was lucky to have inherited the same silky fur as his father, and Cassius was not about to let such fine fur go to waste with a disheveled appearance.
These lifestyle choices and this training stuck with Cadbury as he grew. He found his duties as a footman rewarding, and as he matured and gained experience, he became a butler, serving the wealthy and occasionally the famous.
Helping them enjoy themselves through his service is what he lives for.
As recently as a year ago, Cadbury found himself between masters in his butler career, and took notice of a particularly fashionable Bar and Bistro that was just opening its doors. Cadbury had himself a look about the place on what just happened to be its opening day. My, what celebration there was to be had! And the joint was so sophisticated, yet without feeling stiff. Cadbury enjoyed himself thoroughly, and by mid-evening, he'd already made plans to become a regular customer.
That's when he realized they were hiring, and he knew. He knew becoming a server at a place like this would be every bit as fulfilling as working as a butler.
𝖛 ∭ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚
Cadbury has impeccable manners, enjoys serving others, and lets his kind heart show through his prim and proper demeanor.
The Linoone speaks formally, and appears to be in his 30s or 40s. He is very refined and genteel, but he's likely to fluster under the right kind of… unprofessionalism. He is by-the-book, comfortable only with the proper procedure, both that his employer has set, and that he considers part of his own lifestyle.
He is fastidious in maintaining a neat-and-tidy appearance, both in himself and his workplace. He is, however, not below delegation of such tasks to others when need be, given how often his job involved equal parts his own labour, and organization of maids and footmen.
And let's see… some of his soft spots include cheesecake and adorable outfits. He's likely to do best in the cigar room, and would also do fine in the foyer, patio, and dining room. Is there anything else you'd care to know?
The Linoone speaks formally, and appears to be in his 30s or 40s. He is very refined and genteel, but he's likely to fluster under the right kind of… unprofessionalism. He is by-the-book, comfortable only with the proper procedure, both that his employer has set, and that he considers part of his own lifestyle.
He is fastidious in maintaining a neat-and-tidy appearance, both in himself and his workplace. He is, however, not below delegation of such tasks to others when need be, given how often his job involved equal parts his own labour, and organization of maids and footmen.
And let's see… some of his soft spots include cheesecake and adorable outfits. He's likely to do best in the cigar room, and would also do fine in the foyer, patio, and dining room. Is there anything else you'd care to know?
𝖛𝖎 ∭ 𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
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♫ Slick
Cadbury pulls the cab door shut as he settles into the backseat. No sooner is it closed, the Linoone produces a comb from inside his jacket pocket, and starts to fix his fur. It was a short jog from the building to the cab, but the drizzle outside managed to put a damper in his grooming nonetheless.
"Where ya off to, man?" the cab driver asks, his neck craning over his shoulder to reveal the face of a Gumshoos.
Cadbury looks at him from the backseat, pausing his work with the comb and lifting his brows.
The Gumshoos takes note of how the Linoone is dressed. "Sir," he corrects.
Cadbury's brows drop again, and his comb sets back into motion. "33 Moore, thank you. And if you could not drive too terribly fast, I'd appreciate it."
His comb finds its home back in an inside pocket of his jacket, and from the same pocket, a folded sheet of notebook paper is pulled. Cadbury wants to make sure he got the address correctly. Yes, there it is, just as Carmine wrote it. Cadbury exhales something of a pointed sigh.
The other day, a customer called the bird and asked if "that handsome Linoone from the other day" is single. Cadbury hasn't the foggiest why Carmine chose to divulge such information, but, long story short, this paper details a rather… ludicrous request. Even Carmine recognized it as a silly task to give his server, but he felt that it could only help the reputation of Finer Things with this particular customer, and Cadbury might even have some fun.
Cadbury has a date.
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"Ah, did you come straight from work, Cadbury?"
"Oh, no, I simply enjoy this outfit."
The Linoone has appeared in the doorway of his date's abode, dressed in the same short waiter's jacket and little necktie he'd worn at work, both in a deep stromboli green, the latter with a bold black, and a thin white stripe pattern.
"Though I admit my favourite is a blue and red combination. I'm told it matches my eyes," he admits with a smile.
"I'll have to see it sometime! Speaking of, step in for a moment, I was just about to get dressed up myself." Cadbury's semi-blind-date, a Lopunny, encourages the badger inside and onto a couch. "Sorry to make you wait, I'll only be a moment!"
With a brief chuckle, Cadbury leans back, sandwiching his large silky tail between his back and the couch. He has to wonder, does this bunny always get dates this way? Bit of an unusual method. But, if you see someone you like, even serving your food, Cadbury supposes there's no harm in it. He almost wishes he'd been asked in person, but admittedly he might not have taken the offer in that case, flummoxed by the protocol between server and customer. The rabbit was clever in that regard, more clever than Cadbury had initially given credit, going through his boss like that.
"Ready!" Cadbury turns around at the announcement, looking over the back of the couch to see the Lopunny dressed in a dark suit and red bowtie. With paws set on hips that have jutted to the side, the bunny gives Cadbury a playful look. "How'd I do, up to your standards?"
Cadbury remains in his pose, peering over the back of the couch and frozen, his mouth just slightly open, eyes flicking up and down the Lopunny's form. His ears stand right up.
"Uh, Cadbury?"
He jolts back to attention, ears twitching, freed from his frozen state. "Oh, of course, don't, don't be silly! You look grand."
So that must mean the Lopunny's name is Chris… Not Kris. Did Carmine honestly set him up with… with a man?
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Cadbury had suggested a lower-key establishment to dine at tonight, but the Lopunny would have none of it, insisting on going to Cadbury's place of work. Cadbury finds himself embarrassed at the thought of being seen on a gay date by his co-workers and his bosses, but must go along with what Chris wants.
And as expected, the server at the table Cadbury and his gentleman friend are seated, just happens to be a staff member Cadbury works with. The Linoone feels the need to glance away whenever the server smiles at him in that teasing way.
The badger has never been forthcoming about his sexual preferences. This is a hell of a way to come out to his co-workers as, ah, more than heterosexual, let's say.
"Hey now, you're lighting up! What's with the red cheeks?" Chris asks, noticing the hue in Cadbury's face just before his picks up his menu.
"Ah, it's nothing, I…" Cadbury thinks quickly, and finds a way to reply honestly without telling a potentially offense truth. "I'm embarrassed, actually. I work with these fine 'mon daily, and it's a very professional relationship, and… it's embarrassing to have them see me on a date."
Which is true. It's just not the entire reason he's embarrassed.
"Aw! Well, you're cute when you show a little colour, so don't stop for my sake."
Cadbury smiles, shyly but graciously accepting the compliment, and looking down at the table. He even fidgets.
Chris realizes that his date isn't looking at the menu. "Oh, that's right, I guess you know the menu by heart, huh? What're you gonna have, Cadbury, can you make any recommendations?"
"Actually," Cadbury notes, "since this is a date, you may call me James."
"James? Is that your real name?"
"It's my first name. Cadbury is my family name." The badger finds his disposition calming down quickly now that the subject has changed. His blush is fading away.
"Really! I thought your first name was Cadbury! Huh, James Cadbury. Heh, you sound like a butler with a name like that!"
A smile breaks out across the Linoone's muzzle. "Funny you should say that…"
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At the end of the date, the badger finds himself back where the date started, in Chris's doorway. The Lopunny thanks Cadbury for the lovely time, and adds, "I was sincerely hoping that… our lovely evening together wouldn't end here. Do you think you might… join me inside? I promise it'll be even more fun than the restaurant."
Cadbury hesitates. His large claws click together in front of his chest. Mental images are already forming in his head, and in turn giving rise to another blush overtop his muzzle. "Ah, I… I suppose a gentleman can't turn down an offer like that, can he?"
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The next day, Cadbury comes into work, passing a familiar, beaked face.
"How was your date last night, Cadbury?" Carmine asks, allowing himself a curious smile.
"... More enjoyable than I would care to admit."
((I had a blast writing this. I think I may have gone a tad too long. Haha.))
𝖛𝖎𝖎 ∭ 𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
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"How exactly did you 'show so much promise' as a Zigzagoon that those around you started grooming you for better positions?"
"Was there any place you studied at or with your father during your childhood to become a servant?"
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Cadbury leaned back in his chair, producing a quiet squeak. "Curious lad, aren't you? It's not often I chat with someone so full of questions." With a single claw hooked through a teacup's handle, he paused to take a thoughtful sip, planning his wording carefully.
"Well, first of all, 'showing a great deal of promise' was the word my father used. Not all young footmen take to their job, you understand -- many begrudge their work. I've seen it myself. I remember my peers, fellow footmen and the like, they saw it all as... as chores they were being forced to do by some man with altogether too much money and influence."
Cadbury's shoulder lifted in a one-sided shrug, his expression showing a moment to consider the notion. "And that view isn't wrong, strictly speaking. But I relished the role, personally, even as a boy. It was less about the work I was doing, and more about the act of serving others. Of course, I did the work well, and I was highly polite, and that's what my father meant when he said I showed promise." The butler chuckles. "It doesn't hurt that my father wanted me to become a butler in the long run, in the first place. I suppose he was biased!"
After another sip, he continued along the same line of questioning to explain his studying. "I was tutored, actually. There isn't really a school for this type of thing. I had a tutor who would come to our house, or invite me to his, to teach me etiquette and common chores and tasks, and how to perform them with class and efficiency. This tutor worked closely with my father, and my father was also a good teacher when it came to etiquette."
The Linoone broke into a polite laugh. "Oh no no, it doesn't hurt!" His paw batted at the air dismissively. "Here, look at it this way. A Pikachu is perfectly comfortable standing quadruped or biped, yes? And it doesn't hurt him at all. Even quadruped Linoone will frequently rear up on their hind legs; they simply don't walk about that way. I was trained to stand upright -- this was again at the behest of my father -- so I could easily perform my duties with my forepaws. Not to mention it lends an air of, ah... how should I say... sophistication? Civilizedness?""It sounds pretty unnatural to stand biped for your species ... does it hurt? Do you ever resent being raised so rigidly by your father? Do/Did you ever yearn for something other than high-class servitude?"
His eyes glanced away in recollection. "I wouldn't describe my father as rigid. I don't think there's anything to resent. I'm grateful for what he's done for me. I can't imagine my life as some uncivilized..." Instead of finishing his thought, Cadbury's eyes returned to his conversation partner, and he chuckled, catching himself. "Nevermind, let's move on, haha. Mustn't insult anyone."
"I do yearn to be something more someday," he agreed with a single nod. "Own some land of my own, my own butler... Host social parties at a mansion, or even a pleasant cottage if I cannot afford the former. Wouldn't that be a pleasant way to retire?" he asked, his smile spreading across his muzzle.
"Ah, I was a bit of a daddy's boy, I admit. Mother worked as a maid. Still does. Fortunately we've never worked under the same master." He laughed politely. "Imagine that, hm? A butler telling his mother what to do in the workplace.""Speaking of your father, did you ever get to know your mother? Was she ever in your life? I mean, you at least must be curious, considering you're the same species as her."
He stopped there, and it became clear he didn't have as much to say about his mother as he did his father, or even his tutor. They must not be close.
The butler perks up in his seat. "Ah, of course! Let's see... I'll just list some as they come to mind."I would love to hear about some of the families or masters you've served! Were any particularly memorable or left significant impressions on you or the way you live your life?"
"What caused you to be 'in-between masters' during the time you discovered Finer Things? What happened to the last one? Why have you had several masters instead of just having had one all your life?"
"I have worked for a Galvantula. Very sweet woman. Affectionate, kind. Lived alone. She had an interesting way of decorating her home, with these intricate webbings of spider silk." He spread both arms, gesturing to the entire room he sat in. "Everywhere. The house was completely overtaken with them. They were pretty, but still sticky. It took some getting used to, that's for certain!" he laughed.
"In some cases, a butler serves for a family and not just one person. I personally worked for a family where the parents were good proper folk, but their son was the one who demanded the most of my work. There's no other way of putting it: he was lazy. It was exasperating, I admit. He wanted me to bring him everything, do everything for him. And yes, that is my job, but in my opinion it was just him acting in sloth.
"A later master I worked under taught me that the relationship between master and butler can be so much more than that," he added to lighten the mood.
"A butler can be... a personal servant, an advisor, a confidant, a close friend," he spoke slowly, his gaze cast toward a window.
Cadbury's teacup was placed on its saucer, freeing his paws. Subconsciously, one of them rested atop his other in his lap, squeezing lightly.
There was a distant look in his eye, a smile on his face.
His attention returned, as did his eye contact. He hadn't realized he'd broken them until just then. "Ah, yes. Who else...?" he asks himself, pulling another example from memory.
"I've also worked for an Alolan Meowth. She was single and enjoyed gambling a great deal. In fact, I... I was 'won' by her. You see, this Meowth, she and my employer at the time, they were gambling together. And in the final hand, during a fit of desperation to cling to their pride, my current employer bet my employment. The Meowth won, and I was obligated to go work for her."
The Linoone leaned forward and inclined his head, tipping his nose downward to look at his conversation partner just a bit more seriously. His tone of voice hardens just enough to be noticeable.
"Let me teach you a hard lesson I've learned: no matter how successful you are at your job, there are always things beyond your control that may cause you to lose it. I've had my employment gambled away. I've had it transferred to friends of the family (under friendly terms, mind you). In a couple jobs, I was only hired for a temporary position to begin with. In one, I was to work with that master for life... and I did, as they passed away. Bless their soul." He shook his head, shutting his eyes in a brief moment of sad recollection.
"In other situations, your boss loses his fortune and cannot afford the luxury of a butler anymore. In some, political danger necessitates you abandon your position."
With another shake of his head, Cadbury took up his teacup and leaned back in his seat again. His eyes closed. "There are myriad reasons why you may transfer hands, or have to look for new work. It is in fact a rare myth that butlers find perfect masters whom they serve for life."
𝖛𝖎𝖎𝖎 ∭ 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
An envelope sits upon a side-table, sealed with a disk of wax, centered in the spotlight of a desk lamp. It is addressed: "For Cadbury's eyes only."
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