Vermyn

[pendraeg]

Who: Uther and Denny.
What: The King of Camelot meets...Denny Crane.
When: Morning.
Where: Main Street.
Rating: G for Guns. Oh, wait, that's not G!
Status: Semi-Private and incomplete.

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[flamingodenny]

Denny enjoyed the bright mornings the most. It was the sort of morning that reminded him of those old Disney movies, where animals danced and sang and chirped alongside royalty (usually hot young princesses).

This didn't stop him from being surprised when, as he rounded the corner onto Main Street, he saw an older man wearing all sorts of kingly stuff, walking toward Denny and looking behind him at an obese looking raccoon who followed closely in his footsteps.

The man tromped by Denny, and he decided on impulse to walk alongside him.

"Hey there, Prince Charming," he said. "Got a rat problem?"

[pendraeg]

Uther was too busy trying not to step on, trip over, or be bitten by the large, obnoxious rodent to properly look at the old man who had spoken to him.

"King," he corrected absentmindedly as he concentrated, brow furrowed, on the complicated footwork involved. "Uther."

The creature had, outrageously, progressed beyond falling close upon his heels and was now batting at his boots and sword with little sharp paws. "Ow!" he exclaimed as it scrambled onto his foot and tried to climb up his leg. Shaking the leg vigorously had little effect but to make the beast dig its claws in. Taking a stronger measure, Uther swung his leg with great force, and managed to dislodge the thing, though it landed less than a foot away, and was soon lurching drunkenly towards him once again.

[flamingodenny]

"You, uh, you want any help with that?" Denny eyed the raccoon. He couldn't tell if it was rabid or just had a genuine attachment to Uther. Either way, he figured he was safe, what with the mad cow and all. "I'm not sure you're handling this the right way."

[pendraeg]

"What would you have me do?" Uther asked through gritted teeth. The animal had clambered once more onto his foot. Little. Sharp. Claws. He attempted to remain calm and stoic, as befitted a king, though flailing his leg like a man with the palsy was hardly going to appear dignified, no matter how he held in his yelps.

He managed to dislodge the creature again, and took several hurried paces backwards, considering, ludicrously, that he might draw his sword against it.