Roosness Gracious, Great Roos on Fire!
May 4, 2008 12:30:23 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 4, 2008 12:30:23 GMT
"ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!" A familiar cry went up through all of Castle Comealot. Certainly, to anybody who hadn't heard it before, their intial reaction would be to leap to their feet and see what all the commotion was. Well, actually their first reaction would be to take up. King Roos had an affinity for screaming the castle down at the wee hours of the morning, and this was no exception. The intended target of the screams, General Regent Zamodier, of the 1st Roosland Birgade, 7th Roosland Infantry, and 56th Roosland Defense Corps., sighed from his position in the Watchtower, and got up slowly from his Master Control seat. Incidentally, since the last time we saw him, Zammy got promoted. Could you guess?
The Watchtower was connected to the throne-room by a suspended, closed-off bridge, which would only open for Roos' retina scan. Even Zammy couldn't get to the Watchtower without making Roos look at the red light, but this had been the General Regent's idea. In a world where his mind might not always be his own, and a story where Zammy could be killed off any moment for being a secondary character, he had to take precautions. So Zammy entered the bridge across and walked at a leisurely place, flanked by two of the Roosland Elite, the Mohawks, his own personal guard. Where Roos had no need of Roosland's vast military in most of his scuffles, Zammy was no superhuman. He understood the neccessity of manpower, and also understood the age old theory that misery loves company. That was why he had kept his honour guard up into the night, because he knew that Roos would come screaming for him yet again, and he did not want to be alone while he waited.
Once Zammy had entered the bridge, he saw his King running to him from the other side. He was wearing a set of blue and white vertically striped pyjamas, with little pads over his feet, because Roos couldn't sleep when his feet were cold. His arms were outstretched to Zammy, and he was bawling uncontrollably as he ran towards his General Regent. Upon reaching him, Roos embraced him in what to a normal person would crush their ribs. Thankfully, Zammy was prepared for this eventuality too, and was wearing his Roosland Elite armour, which only groaned under the pressure. With a nod at his guard, the two Mohawks left, so that only the General Regent and his King were left on the bridge.
"Roos, what on Eden is the matter?" he asked finally, once he was the guards were gone. He went down on one knee with his king, so that they were at the same height, and once Roos had stopped sniffling, his King replied.
"Roos am on fire, Zammy..." Zammy looked Roos up and down, then shook his head, patiently saying,
"Well you don't look like you're on fire now, Roos." Roos took his hand away from rubbing his eyes free of tears and blinked at Zammy, his mouth half open. Then he looked down at himself and slapped both his cheeks in surprise, crying,
"Wowzers! Is a Roosmas miracle!"
"Roosmas was 3 months ago... How about you tell me what happened?" Zammy asked, sitting down cross-legged on the bridge. Roos followed suite, and started his story.
"Well, 'k, 'ere Roos were, on a biiiiiig red truck, wif a horse, a ladle, 'n acne."
"I think you mean a fire-truck, and a hose, a ladder, and axes, right?" Roos paused and tilted his head slightly to the left, stroking his hairless chin before slapping his fore-head and saying,
"Yah! Dat's it! So dere Roos were, 'n we got to dis biiiiiiig house, wif lots of fire 'n smoke 'n stoof. So Roos jumpin' off de truck 'n he whooooshes over to de house, 'n Roosgoes on in, 'k? Still wif me? So Roos am in de house, 'n dere's fire all over de place, but Roos got's lots 'a water, 'n he sploosh-splashes it 'til de room ain't on fire no mores. But den Roos go up de stairs, 'n what Roos see?"
Zammy patiently waited for Roos to continue his story, but realised that this was an honest question, not a rhetorical one. Zammy shrugged his shoulders to show he had no idea, and Roos sighed melodramatically.
"Roos see dis big guy all in black! 'N dis big guy says," Roos then coughed, and continued in a much deeper voice,
"'Oo will soon be mine, Roos. But dat's not very 'portant, 'cos den..." Zammy interrupted Roos there, having heard and understood what the man in black said.
"Sorry, did he say you will soon be mine, Roos? I think that is kind of important..." But Roos adamantly shook his head and waved his arms about, to show that Zammy was not only wrong, but ignorant.
"Nooooooo Zammy 'oo silly! 'Cos then, Roos am sploosh-splashing more water round dis room, right? 'Cos it's on fire too. 'N when Roos turn around, de big man in black am on fire! Well not on fire, but he ARE fire, 'oo know? 'N den he grabs Roos, and den Roos am on fire, 'n den Roos wakes up 'n..." Roos stopped there, then giggled and threw his arms up in the air, saying,
"'N it were all a dream! T'anks Zammy, Roos all better now!"
The little King got to his feet then, but Zammy stopped him from leaving as he got up too and said,
"Well Roos, just because it was a dream doesn't mean it wasn't important. I think maybe we should go see the Castle psychiatrist in the morning, and see what he has to say." Roos stared back at Zammy in dis-belief, and asked loudly,
"De Castle haf a psychahoosamist?!" Zammy brielfy wondered how Roos somehow made the word longer in his head than it actually was, before nodding wordlessly. Roos nodded and was quiet for a short time as the two walked back towards the Castle, before Roos asked,
"Wha's a psychahoosamist?"
The Watchtower was connected to the throne-room by a suspended, closed-off bridge, which would only open for Roos' retina scan. Even Zammy couldn't get to the Watchtower without making Roos look at the red light, but this had been the General Regent's idea. In a world where his mind might not always be his own, and a story where Zammy could be killed off any moment for being a secondary character, he had to take precautions. So Zammy entered the bridge across and walked at a leisurely place, flanked by two of the Roosland Elite, the Mohawks, his own personal guard. Where Roos had no need of Roosland's vast military in most of his scuffles, Zammy was no superhuman. He understood the neccessity of manpower, and also understood the age old theory that misery loves company. That was why he had kept his honour guard up into the night, because he knew that Roos would come screaming for him yet again, and he did not want to be alone while he waited.
Once Zammy had entered the bridge, he saw his King running to him from the other side. He was wearing a set of blue and white vertically striped pyjamas, with little pads over his feet, because Roos couldn't sleep when his feet were cold. His arms were outstretched to Zammy, and he was bawling uncontrollably as he ran towards his General Regent. Upon reaching him, Roos embraced him in what to a normal person would crush their ribs. Thankfully, Zammy was prepared for this eventuality too, and was wearing his Roosland Elite armour, which only groaned under the pressure. With a nod at his guard, the two Mohawks left, so that only the General Regent and his King were left on the bridge.
"Roos, what on Eden is the matter?" he asked finally, once he was the guards were gone. He went down on one knee with his king, so that they were at the same height, and once Roos had stopped sniffling, his King replied.
"Roos am on fire, Zammy..." Zammy looked Roos up and down, then shook his head, patiently saying,
"Well you don't look like you're on fire now, Roos." Roos took his hand away from rubbing his eyes free of tears and blinked at Zammy, his mouth half open. Then he looked down at himself and slapped both his cheeks in surprise, crying,
"Wowzers! Is a Roosmas miracle!"
"Roosmas was 3 months ago... How about you tell me what happened?" Zammy asked, sitting down cross-legged on the bridge. Roos followed suite, and started his story.
"Well, 'k, 'ere Roos were, on a biiiiiig red truck, wif a horse, a ladle, 'n acne."
"I think you mean a fire-truck, and a hose, a ladder, and axes, right?" Roos paused and tilted his head slightly to the left, stroking his hairless chin before slapping his fore-head and saying,
"Yah! Dat's it! So dere Roos were, 'n we got to dis biiiiiiig house, wif lots of fire 'n smoke 'n stoof. So Roos jumpin' off de truck 'n he whooooshes over to de house, 'n Roosgoes on in, 'k? Still wif me? So Roos am in de house, 'n dere's fire all over de place, but Roos got's lots 'a water, 'n he sploosh-splashes it 'til de room ain't on fire no mores. But den Roos go up de stairs, 'n what Roos see?"
Zammy patiently waited for Roos to continue his story, but realised that this was an honest question, not a rhetorical one. Zammy shrugged his shoulders to show he had no idea, and Roos sighed melodramatically.
"Roos see dis big guy all in black! 'N dis big guy says," Roos then coughed, and continued in a much deeper voice,
"'Oo will soon be mine, Roos. But dat's not very 'portant, 'cos den..." Zammy interrupted Roos there, having heard and understood what the man in black said.
"Sorry, did he say you will soon be mine, Roos? I think that is kind of important..." But Roos adamantly shook his head and waved his arms about, to show that Zammy was not only wrong, but ignorant.
"Nooooooo Zammy 'oo silly! 'Cos then, Roos am sploosh-splashing more water round dis room, right? 'Cos it's on fire too. 'N when Roos turn around, de big man in black am on fire! Well not on fire, but he ARE fire, 'oo know? 'N den he grabs Roos, and den Roos am on fire, 'n den Roos wakes up 'n..." Roos stopped there, then giggled and threw his arms up in the air, saying,
"'N it were all a dream! T'anks Zammy, Roos all better now!"
The little King got to his feet then, but Zammy stopped him from leaving as he got up too and said,
"Well Roos, just because it was a dream doesn't mean it wasn't important. I think maybe we should go see the Castle psychiatrist in the morning, and see what he has to say." Roos stared back at Zammy in dis-belief, and asked loudly,
"De Castle haf a psychahoosamist?!" Zammy brielfy wondered how Roos somehow made the word longer in his head than it actually was, before nodding wordlessly. Roos nodded and was quiet for a short time as the two walked back towards the Castle, before Roos asked,
"Wha's a psychahoosamist?"