Mornings: Guards! (edited01)
Guards!
-A Mornings Ficlet-
(BJD: John Clarence Urvemille)
Locke, happy to be returning to home sweet home, trudged up somewhat excitedly up the path towards Castle Saunk, waving and greeting various townsfolk along the way.
Hiking up his personal satchel, wherein his meager travel belongings resided, he whistled joyously as passed through the towering gates only to stop suddenly.
"Oh my GAWD...." there upon the back of a passing Guard, his plate mail beautifully burnished, was printed: "Guard 21" in the style of what would typically be found in modern sports wear. "Am I seeing, what I think I just saw?"
"Yup." Agreed a voice behind the gaping redhead.
John had strolled up casually, the "fluffles" (a nickname the three friends gave the Ruffles on the dress shirts John usually wore) swaying gently in the wind, raised an arm in greeting to the wayward young warrior.
"This is ridiculous! Not to mention it looks so idiotic...." Locke slapped a hand to his forehead in mortification."I swear the other kingdoms are going to be laughing at us...Oh woe betide our sad existence."
"I don't think its *that* bad." John concurred, tucking back an unruly lock of blond hair behind his ear.
"Who thought of this...this..., wait why am I even asking? It's Mark again isn't it?" He glared narrowly at the tall blond Noble before him, daring John to confirm to his assumption.
The short, curt nod answered all his worse hopes.
"Gah! Shouldn't they at *least* have printed the names on?" Locke stopped, considered briefly before mowing on with his words, "They do *HAVE* names right?"
"Dunno." Blue eyes stared fixedly at the back of "Guard 34" as the background character continued on his role in the story,"I never asked...and I don't remember any names. Not that I'm interested really."
"Guh. How did this....*thing* even start anyways?" Locke, exasperated, huffed.
"Mark plus drunken binge, plus one gullible King, need I say more?" John explained flatly, his voice carrying an undertone of sarcasm.
"I guess not." Locke sighed, shoulders slumping.
John lowered his blue eyes down at the sadly shaking head of the the newly arrived warrior and smiled.
"The Cook's Banquet has been awaiting your presence for an hour now. So, we better be heading inside before she takes it in her head that you need more feeding again," at Locke's frightened visage, John chuckled "Let's go, neh?"
"Haaaaaaaaai~~~!" The redhead agreed, and together they walked through the courtyard and into the inner depths of the Great Castle Saunk. (which really needs a better name)
So yet another "average" day in Saunk Castle passed with only other minor incidents of embarrassment, secrets revealed and Guards #(insert random number here) patrolling.
Authors's Notes:
Yes...I'm trying to write again and hopefully...I don't suck as much as I think I do. >A< Oh, I don't have enough patience to sit down and write an entire epic so...little ficlets are all I can do.
Also...will be putting up more BJD (Ball Jointed Doll) pics that come close to what my OCs look like. :D
Many Thanks to ruins_of_sodom for the BETA-editing help!
-A Mornings Ficlet-
(BJD: John Clarence Urvemille)
Locke, happy to be returning to home sweet home, trudged up somewhat excitedly up the path towards Castle Saunk, waving and greeting various townsfolk along the way.
Hiking up his personal satchel, wherein his meager travel belongings resided, he whistled joyously as passed through the towering gates only to stop suddenly.
"Oh my GAWD...." there upon the back of a passing Guard, his plate mail beautifully burnished, was printed: "Guard 21" in the style of what would typically be found in modern sports wear. "Am I seeing, what I think I just saw?"
"Yup." Agreed a voice behind the gaping redhead.
John had strolled up casually, the "fluffles" (a nickname the three friends gave the Ruffles on the dress shirts John usually wore) swaying gently in the wind, raised an arm in greeting to the wayward young warrior.
"This is ridiculous! Not to mention it looks so idiotic...." Locke slapped a hand to his forehead in mortification."I swear the other kingdoms are going to be laughing at us...Oh woe betide our sad existence."
"I don't think its *that* bad." John concurred, tucking back an unruly lock of blond hair behind his ear.
"Who thought of this...this..., wait why am I even asking? It's Mark again isn't it?" He glared narrowly at the tall blond Noble before him, daring John to confirm to his assumption.
The short, curt nod answered all his worse hopes.
"Gah! Shouldn't they at *least* have printed the names on?" Locke stopped, considered briefly before mowing on with his words, "They do *HAVE* names right?"
"Dunno." Blue eyes stared fixedly at the back of "Guard 34" as the background character continued on his role in the story,"I never asked...and I don't remember any names. Not that I'm interested really."
"Guh. How did this....*thing* even start anyways?" Locke, exasperated, huffed.
"Mark plus drunken binge, plus one gullible King, need I say more?" John explained flatly, his voice carrying an undertone of sarcasm.
"I guess not." Locke sighed, shoulders slumping.
John lowered his blue eyes down at the sadly shaking head of the the newly arrived warrior and smiled.
"The Cook's Banquet has been awaiting your presence for an hour now. So, we better be heading inside before she takes it in her head that you need more feeding again," at Locke's frightened visage, John chuckled "Let's go, neh?"
"Haaaaaaaaai~~~!" The redhead agreed, and together they walked through the courtyard and into the inner depths of the Great Castle Saunk. (which really needs a better name)
So yet another "average" day in Saunk Castle passed with only other minor incidents of embarrassment, secrets revealed and Guards #(insert random number here) patrolling.
Authors's Notes:
Yes...I'm trying to write again and hopefully...I don't suck as much as I think I do. >A< Oh, I don't have enough patience to sit down and write an entire epic so...little ficlets are all I can do.
Also...will be putting up more BJD (Ball Jointed Doll) pics that come close to what my OCs look like. :D
Many Thanks to ruins_of_sodom for the BETA-editing help!