The errant prince with an insane plan
Aug 14, 2010 23:18:03 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2010 23:18:03 GMT
The large, decorative clock suspended above the entrance of the Great Hall of Castle Comealot struck twelve. It was midnight, and for the fourth night in a row, Roosland's throne remained empty. The clock was only "decorative" in the loosest sense of the word. Certainly, it couldn't possibly have been to everybody's tastes. It was a recreation of the image of Roosland's King himself, standing with his legs apart and his trademark grin, lighting up his face and all the world around it like the rays of the sun. His arms spun round to signify the minutes and the hours as the mechanisms of the clock clicked and clanked, and his pink tongue spun round to show the passage of seconds. Even Grandfather Time's inevitable authority fell to Roos' might with this simple display of innovative architecture. Well, if Roos and his might were actually there.
"We have to do something!"
"He's never done this before!"
"We must send out a search party!"
The panicked voices and cries of the subjects of Roosland echoed and rebounded off of one another, inciting further panic and unrest. Due to the hierarchy of Roosland, without its sovereign, royal authority fell to Roos' closest named successor on Roosland's soil: Roos Teddy. This particular successor was a red bear, stuffed and sewn out of the finest materials, with a wide grin and white mohawk to match his owner's. He was recommended to the office because he was cuddly, he could fight away nightmares, and he had a degree in International Relations. Many people inclined towards scepticism questioned this, until they discovered that his degree was from the University of Roosland, and had been entirely funded by King Roos himself. In other countries, this would incite uproar and riots. In Roosland, this was accepted practice.
However, Roos Teddy was not truly suited for the role. Despite the fact that his presentation to King Roos had represented a meteoric rise through the royal ranks, most of the power was turly deferred to Zamodider, general of the Roosland military, Commander of the Roosland Elite Mohawks, and Royal Babysitter to King Roos. As the concerns gnawed away at the people of Roosland, Zamodier sat at the top of Roos Tower, the central intelligence headquarters for the military. Soldiers reported to him dialy of the concerns raised by Roosland's peoples, until at last, he determined he had to address them himself.
"My friends," he began, standing at the doorway of Castle Comealot in full military regalia, "it is true that our King has vacated Castle Comealot for a time. But I have been in deep discussion with Sir Roos Teddy, who has instructed me that King Roos has merely left us for a short while. He will return, in time. Do remember that our King has recently discovered his true origins, and as a result, may need some time to adjust. Besides, even monarchs deserve a holiday, do you not agree?"
Begrudgingly, the crowd admitted that yes, monarchs do deserve a holiday too.
"But, in case you continue to worry, I assure you that our forces are scouring Eden to track our King down, and ensure his safety. So fear and worry not, but relax, as we shall take care of his kingdom until he returns."
With the balm of Zamodier's speech soothing their aching angst, the crowd dispersed. In truth, the Roosland Military was not bothering to track Roos down. They already knew he could take care of himself and, anyway, he knew all the tricks of the surveillance and security systems. If anyone could escape undetected, it would be him. Smiling to himself, Zamodier returned to his tower, to await the return of the king.
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While Zamodier calmed the crowds, two farmers came across a very odd sight in their field. Their pigs had all crowded around a particular spot of mud, and as the farmers approached, they saw something thrashing around in the puddle. They watched, bewildered, as the red blur slowed down until they recognised the white shock of mohawk hair and the bright purple eyes: King Roos had rolled around in their muddy field.
"Er... 'Ere, aren't you that King lad?" one of the farmers respectfully inquired, leaning on the fence and squinting at the King. Roos yelped and jumped backwards, further into the mud. He looked left then right, as if checking nobody else could see, before approaching the two farmers and, with a raised hand and a conspiratorial whisper, told them,
"Roos am under duvet." Then, he dived back into the mud.
The farmers looked at each other and thought long and hard about what they had just hard, while their monarch rolled around in the mud. At last, they spoke up.
"Er... 'Ere, don't you mean undercover, like?" Roos sat up again, and answered,
"Dat's what Roos am saying. Cover, duvet, dey am both bed thingies." He slowly trudged and waded out of the muddy puddle, and spun his elastic neck around to take a look at his back, asking,
"Does 'oo guys fink Roos am muddy enough?"
The farmers nodded that yes, they did believe their monarch was covered in filth to a satisfactory degree.
"Good! Roos am not wanting to be caught, 'oo see."
The farmers nodded that yes, indeed, they did see.
"Mr Roos, sir, if you don't mind my calling you that..." one of the farmers began, with Roos interrupting to say,
"Dat am my name, but Roos am really Roosamagoosagoss Doji. Am 'oo knowing that?"
The farmers blinked in confusion, and confessed that no, they weren't aware of that. Roos sighed heavily, and stared off into some unknown distance.
"Roos am finding out dat Roos am really a prince. Roos' Daddy am Shuten Doji, 'n 'e is Goblin King. Roos met 'im, but Shuten no tell Roos about Roos' Mummy." Roos paused in his surprisingly eloquent explanation, to say more softly,
"Roos always want a Mummy."
Then he shook his head rapidly, dislodging some precious mud in the process, before finishing,
"So, Roos am finking is time to go see Mummy! 'Oo see? But Roos have to do it lonely, Roos fink. 'Oo guys no tell nobody, right?" Roos asked, earnestly, his purple eyes staring into the depths of the farmers' country souls. They shook their heads, and Roos grinned again, and the world lit up.
"Yay! So, Roos am on Roos' way! Fank 'oo guys!" And with that, Roos hovered slightly in the air, then was gone with a great explosion of force. The two farmers looked at each other, at the pigs, and at the mud, then resolved that this had all been one long, bizarre dream.
"We have to do something!"
"He's never done this before!"
"We must send out a search party!"
The panicked voices and cries of the subjects of Roosland echoed and rebounded off of one another, inciting further panic and unrest. Due to the hierarchy of Roosland, without its sovereign, royal authority fell to Roos' closest named successor on Roosland's soil: Roos Teddy. This particular successor was a red bear, stuffed and sewn out of the finest materials, with a wide grin and white mohawk to match his owner's. He was recommended to the office because he was cuddly, he could fight away nightmares, and he had a degree in International Relations. Many people inclined towards scepticism questioned this, until they discovered that his degree was from the University of Roosland, and had been entirely funded by King Roos himself. In other countries, this would incite uproar and riots. In Roosland, this was accepted practice.
However, Roos Teddy was not truly suited for the role. Despite the fact that his presentation to King Roos had represented a meteoric rise through the royal ranks, most of the power was turly deferred to Zamodider, general of the Roosland military, Commander of the Roosland Elite Mohawks, and Royal Babysitter to King Roos. As the concerns gnawed away at the people of Roosland, Zamodier sat at the top of Roos Tower, the central intelligence headquarters for the military. Soldiers reported to him dialy of the concerns raised by Roosland's peoples, until at last, he determined he had to address them himself.
"My friends," he began, standing at the doorway of Castle Comealot in full military regalia, "it is true that our King has vacated Castle Comealot for a time. But I have been in deep discussion with Sir Roos Teddy, who has instructed me that King Roos has merely left us for a short while. He will return, in time. Do remember that our King has recently discovered his true origins, and as a result, may need some time to adjust. Besides, even monarchs deserve a holiday, do you not agree?"
Begrudgingly, the crowd admitted that yes, monarchs do deserve a holiday too.
"But, in case you continue to worry, I assure you that our forces are scouring Eden to track our King down, and ensure his safety. So fear and worry not, but relax, as we shall take care of his kingdom until he returns."
With the balm of Zamodier's speech soothing their aching angst, the crowd dispersed. In truth, the Roosland Military was not bothering to track Roos down. They already knew he could take care of himself and, anyway, he knew all the tricks of the surveillance and security systems. If anyone could escape undetected, it would be him. Smiling to himself, Zamodier returned to his tower, to await the return of the king.
------
While Zamodier calmed the crowds, two farmers came across a very odd sight in their field. Their pigs had all crowded around a particular spot of mud, and as the farmers approached, they saw something thrashing around in the puddle. They watched, bewildered, as the red blur slowed down until they recognised the white shock of mohawk hair and the bright purple eyes: King Roos had rolled around in their muddy field.
"Er... 'Ere, aren't you that King lad?" one of the farmers respectfully inquired, leaning on the fence and squinting at the King. Roos yelped and jumped backwards, further into the mud. He looked left then right, as if checking nobody else could see, before approaching the two farmers and, with a raised hand and a conspiratorial whisper, told them,
"Roos am under duvet." Then, he dived back into the mud.
The farmers looked at each other and thought long and hard about what they had just hard, while their monarch rolled around in the mud. At last, they spoke up.
"Er... 'Ere, don't you mean undercover, like?" Roos sat up again, and answered,
"Dat's what Roos am saying. Cover, duvet, dey am both bed thingies." He slowly trudged and waded out of the muddy puddle, and spun his elastic neck around to take a look at his back, asking,
"Does 'oo guys fink Roos am muddy enough?"
The farmers nodded that yes, they did believe their monarch was covered in filth to a satisfactory degree.
"Good! Roos am not wanting to be caught, 'oo see."
The farmers nodded that yes, indeed, they did see.
"Mr Roos, sir, if you don't mind my calling you that..." one of the farmers began, with Roos interrupting to say,
"Dat am my name, but Roos am really Roosamagoosagoss Doji. Am 'oo knowing that?"
The farmers blinked in confusion, and confessed that no, they weren't aware of that. Roos sighed heavily, and stared off into some unknown distance.
"Roos am finding out dat Roos am really a prince. Roos' Daddy am Shuten Doji, 'n 'e is Goblin King. Roos met 'im, but Shuten no tell Roos about Roos' Mummy." Roos paused in his surprisingly eloquent explanation, to say more softly,
"Roos always want a Mummy."
Then he shook his head rapidly, dislodging some precious mud in the process, before finishing,
"So, Roos am finking is time to go see Mummy! 'Oo see? But Roos have to do it lonely, Roos fink. 'Oo guys no tell nobody, right?" Roos asked, earnestly, his purple eyes staring into the depths of the farmers' country souls. They shook their heads, and Roos grinned again, and the world lit up.
"Yay! So, Roos am on Roos' way! Fank 'oo guys!" And with that, Roos hovered slightly in the air, then was gone with a great explosion of force. The two farmers looked at each other, at the pigs, and at the mud, then resolved that this had all been one long, bizarre dream.
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