A Country on the Mend
Sept 7, 2007 18:25:35 GMT
Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2007 18:25:35 GMT
General Zamodier wandered the corridors of Castle Comealot, unconsciously avoiding builders, soldiers, and the castle staff, as he read the day's newspaper. Three days since the battle of Roosland, and two days since the World Government had volunteered to help Roosland recover. The paper itself covered the events of the battle, including the mysterious clash of the superheroes, of which nobody was actually able to tell who had won, due to a sudden loss of lots of photographs taken at the scene. It also informed anyone who had been living under a rock the back-story of the Registration Act, and how Roosland had defied it for "rebellious, but understandable" reasons. Zammy smiled at that. Roos may be rebellious, but understandable? Not likely.
Speaking of the little monarch, since the battle Roos had fully recovered from the efforts and was currently out in Roosopolis, amazing his people once more as he followed the fore-mans instructions and did things cranes can only dream of. If cranes could dream. Can cranes dream? These thoughts blurred through Roos' mind during the tedious work, and he determined to ask a crane if it could think once he was done.
Repairs were going well all over the country, thanks to Roosland's own riches, being able to import any material they really needed, and the incredible manpower of the Roosland Military combined with the construction workers so gracefully supplied by the World Government. But Roosland wasn't only being repaired; it was being re-designed, better than it was before. Due to Inari's gift of her incredibly advanced technology, Zammy had quickly mastered the technique of constructing never before seen (at least on Eden) materials; although if he was asked how it worked, he couldn't ever explain it.
So Roosland was recovering, bit by bit. The expected date of complete repair was the 7th of Roosember; one month and a half away. Now that the war was over, a lull had fallen over Roosland, and the civilian life had returned to normal, or as much as it could with the repairs still roaring around it.
But Roos found himself contemplating the acts of the war; the battle, Mei Huang, Shinkuza's betrayal, and all the other things that would naturally draw concern. he was amazed at how horrible people could act when pushed to such extremes, but also pleasantly surprised at how others could survive, and persevere, when put under such pressure. His thoughts turned to Inari, as they often did, and he marvelled at how someone who had just appeared in Roosland had made such an impression.
Now reclining in his throne, decked out in his purple cape and golden crown, he felt more relaxed than he had for weeks; ever since leaving to the Otherworld, things had progressively fallen further and further apart. Roos regretted how little time he'd gotten to spend with his father and, just as he thought this, there was a glowing white light in the middle of the court room. Roos, who had seen far worse than this, cocked his head to one side curiously, then slowly a tall silhouette began to form.
The silhouette formed a real body as the white light dimmed, and before Roos stood a red-skinned, white-haired, incredibly muscular wariror, wearing a white toga-like outfit, but with a right shoulder-pad made out of an incredibly strange metal in the shape of a growling dog, and a chest-plate in the same, dark green metal, that covered most of his chest and stomach. he wasn't wearing anything on his feet, and at his left hip was the sheath of a katana, and at his right was the sheath of a Jitte-sword, both of which were black sheathes with red handles sticking out. He was wearing light brown leggings as well, and fingerless gauntlets again made out of the strange metal.
His white hair was in a sudden and sharp pillar, that from the top would've looked like a square with a couple of strands sticking out, and he had a white goatee as well. His eyes were a bright violet, and he hada huge grin on his face, his hands at his hips and his chest thrust forward proudly. Roos sat up sharply, shocked by the sudden appearance, and cried,
"DAD?!"
[glow=red,2,300]"Hiya son!!!"[/glow] Without missing a beat, the Goblin King Shuten-Doji suddenly thrust his palm forward in a big high-five, and the sudden force of just this gesture sent a gust of wind strong enough to blow Roos and his throne over. As he tumbled to the ground, Shuten-Doji flinched and said, apologetically,
[glow=red,2,300]"Sorry, kiddo, guess I don't know my own strength!"[/glow] Then, seeing the muscles on his arm, he grinned and said quietly, almost to himself, [glow=red,2,300]"My incredibly awesome strength..."[/glow] But when he heard Roos groan in pain, he remembered where he was, and rushed over to where his son had fallen over... mostly because of Shuten himself.
(OOC: YAY! Shuten-Doji on Roosland!!)
Speaking of the little monarch, since the battle Roos had fully recovered from the efforts and was currently out in Roosopolis, amazing his people once more as he followed the fore-mans instructions and did things cranes can only dream of. If cranes could dream. Can cranes dream? These thoughts blurred through Roos' mind during the tedious work, and he determined to ask a crane if it could think once he was done.
Repairs were going well all over the country, thanks to Roosland's own riches, being able to import any material they really needed, and the incredible manpower of the Roosland Military combined with the construction workers so gracefully supplied by the World Government. But Roosland wasn't only being repaired; it was being re-designed, better than it was before. Due to Inari's gift of her incredibly advanced technology, Zammy had quickly mastered the technique of constructing never before seen (at least on Eden) materials; although if he was asked how it worked, he couldn't ever explain it.
So Roosland was recovering, bit by bit. The expected date of complete repair was the 7th of Roosember; one month and a half away. Now that the war was over, a lull had fallen over Roosland, and the civilian life had returned to normal, or as much as it could with the repairs still roaring around it.
But Roos found himself contemplating the acts of the war; the battle, Mei Huang, Shinkuza's betrayal, and all the other things that would naturally draw concern. he was amazed at how horrible people could act when pushed to such extremes, but also pleasantly surprised at how others could survive, and persevere, when put under such pressure. His thoughts turned to Inari, as they often did, and he marvelled at how someone who had just appeared in Roosland had made such an impression.
Now reclining in his throne, decked out in his purple cape and golden crown, he felt more relaxed than he had for weeks; ever since leaving to the Otherworld, things had progressively fallen further and further apart. Roos regretted how little time he'd gotten to spend with his father and, just as he thought this, there was a glowing white light in the middle of the court room. Roos, who had seen far worse than this, cocked his head to one side curiously, then slowly a tall silhouette began to form.
The silhouette formed a real body as the white light dimmed, and before Roos stood a red-skinned, white-haired, incredibly muscular wariror, wearing a white toga-like outfit, but with a right shoulder-pad made out of an incredibly strange metal in the shape of a growling dog, and a chest-plate in the same, dark green metal, that covered most of his chest and stomach. he wasn't wearing anything on his feet, and at his left hip was the sheath of a katana, and at his right was the sheath of a Jitte-sword, both of which were black sheathes with red handles sticking out. He was wearing light brown leggings as well, and fingerless gauntlets again made out of the strange metal.
His white hair was in a sudden and sharp pillar, that from the top would've looked like a square with a couple of strands sticking out, and he had a white goatee as well. His eyes were a bright violet, and he hada huge grin on his face, his hands at his hips and his chest thrust forward proudly. Roos sat up sharply, shocked by the sudden appearance, and cried,
"DAD?!"
[glow=red,2,300]"Hiya son!!!"[/glow] Without missing a beat, the Goblin King Shuten-Doji suddenly thrust his palm forward in a big high-five, and the sudden force of just this gesture sent a gust of wind strong enough to blow Roos and his throne over. As he tumbled to the ground, Shuten-Doji flinched and said, apologetically,
[glow=red,2,300]"Sorry, kiddo, guess I don't know my own strength!"[/glow] Then, seeing the muscles on his arm, he grinned and said quietly, almost to himself, [glow=red,2,300]"My incredibly awesome strength..."[/glow] But when he heard Roos groan in pain, he remembered where he was, and rushed over to where his son had fallen over... mostly because of Shuten himself.
(OOC: YAY! Shuten-Doji on Roosland!!)