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Post by Charmyte on May 17, 2010 14:06:54 GMT -5
Mickey watched as the red dog ignored the blatant end of the dock and fell off into the shallow water with a 'plop' and became motionless.
Well, at least he shut up. Mickey thought. But, is he okay? Didn't look like that bad of a fall.
Mickey scooted himself over to where the dog had fell, and to where Soapy and Harli rushed to. He heard Soapy comment about the dog being dead, but soon the red dog raised his body once more and sang one more line. Mickey looked real close at the eyes, as they say that eyes are windows to the soul, to which he saw raw determination. With a bit of craziness.
"So, Harli, is this guy supposed to be some kind of, uh, soldier or something?"
(OOC: We see idiots plop off of docks all the time. They always get back up. At least in the shows I watch)
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Post by Harli on May 21, 2010 10:50:03 GMT -5
"Trust me, there is no amount of head-smacking that could damage him." Harli watched in horror as Soapy waded out after Cooper, feeling sick to her stomach. It wasn't that she thought Cooper would hurt Soapy, she just knew bad things had a tendency to happen around him. She turned to look at Mickey. "Unfortunately, Mickey, you are somewhat correct. This is my uncle, General Cooper McAllister, currently of the 42nd Regiment. Whatever that is. Mom thinks he might've been dropped on his head at some point." By now, Cooper had retrieved his hat and placed it on his head, still dripping. He stumbled back to the shore and pointed his sword at Harli. "There you are. I been lookin' all over for you, Sergeant. I don't recollect givin' you a leave of absence, but I'll deal with that issue later. Right now I want you to mobilize the troops. Colonel Packenham's on his way to Orleens right now and we gotta stop him." "Great," Harli muttered to nobody in particular. "We've moved on from the Civil War to the War of 1812. Sanity takes one giant leap backwards. I will gladly take a bullet at this moment."
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Post by Charmyte on May 21, 2010 13:48:07 GMT -5
"The War of 1812." Mickey muttered. He was behind on his American history, not being from America and whatnot. "That's the one where you fought the British...for that one thing, right?" Mickey spoke to Harli. "The Great Southwest? Or was it, uh...Ah never mind."
Mickey turned to the red heeler and outstretched his paw, trying to coax him to shake. "Well hello there Cooper. I am Mickey, of the royal Tibetan Lhasa Opsa family Mickalavich. But that is not important. I am...glad to meet you."
(OOC: Silly Mickey and his lack of knowledge of history. As for me, at least I know vaguely what was happin' during the war. I'd know, I had to do a report on Michigan, and, of course, Michigan was a major point in the war.)
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Post by Soapy on May 30, 2010 0:41:15 GMT -5
Soapy tilted her head at the mutt's strange behavior. Harli had introduced him as 'Cooper'. Civil War? The War Of 1812? Was this guy for real? "What's wrong with him?", Soapy asked, giving Cooper a worried glance. "Why does he think it's the year 1812? Did he hit his head on a rock?" Soapy looked back at Harli. Then back at Cooper. "I like your sword sir", said Soapy. "But the thing is, you don't need it. There isn't any war as far as I know and plus, the year is 1941". Soapy looked over at Mickey when he spoke up about his Tibetan royalty and also introduced himself. "And I'm Soapy", said Soapy, smiling softly. She looked at Mickey when he spoke of the war. "I believe that was the one", said Soapy. "My history is a little foggy. It's not my best subject to talk about. Neither is math or science. I wish Toby could understand us. Then he'd be able to teach me. I guess I coulld borrow one of his textbooks or something." Soapy started thinking about the war then realized something. If Cooper was for real about this stuff then maybe, just maybe he would believe that the war was really over if she used Mickey. Soapy cleared her throat and looked at Mickey, giving him a 'just play along' look. She also threw one at Harli before speaking. "I....um.....yes Cooper", said Soapy. "Mickey is uh....hes the next heir to the throne and uh....um.....his father....the king....well you see he, um....he sort of.....called off the war. It uh....it was effecting the peaceful life his people once had and uh....he thought that um, er.....well a king wants his people to be happy right? So he uh....came to amends with the other king?" She turned to Mickey and cleared her throat. "Um, isn't...uh...isn't that right Prince Mickalavich? Your father stopped the war and now we all live in harmony. And if you're wondering, I am the prince's um.....I'm his servent....er.....protecter.....and he has invited your niece Harli....to uh....to um.....carry out the message. And stuff." Soapy gave everyone a sheepish smile then cleared her throat. "So uh....no....um....no more war.", said Soapy. "Let us celebrate in honor of the king's decision and if it weren't for his bold son and our Prince, Mickey, we would've never found out." She turned to Mickey. "Ah, your royalness, we should return to the castle", said Soapy. "Y-Your father will be worried sick.....we uh....oh what's the use? He probably doesn't buy it anyway."
(OOC-Yeah. Sucky post and it looks like Soapy has just opened a can of worms.)
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Post by Harli on May 30, 2010 11:11:05 GMT -5
OOC: It's 1941? Ok. Let the insane ramblings of a very anti-Germany Cooper begin. BIC: Harli sighed. There was no getting out of this. "All right, I'll try to make this painless. US History 101. Best I can remember, the War of 1812 took place from 1812 to 1814 and was sort of a continuation of the Revolution 'cuz the Brits didn't want to recognize us as our own country or something like that. They burned the White House, Francis Scott Key wrote about 'the rockets' red glare' and 'the bombs bursting in air,' and Old Hickory defended New Orleans at the end of the war after the war was already over, but that wasn't his fault 'cuz news traveled so slow. So, we signed a treaty, the Brits went home, and nobody messes with Uncle Sam anymore." Harli paused for a moment to watch her uncle tip his soaking hat politely to Soapy. She grimaced. If there was one thing worse than watching Cooper being a nutcase, it was watching Cooper laying on the charm. "As for my dear uncle," she muttered, "he doesn't give a rip about what year it is. All he knows is history has a tendency to repeat itself. Unfortunately for me, it does. In the form of history buffs getting together for battle re-enactments. Coop thinks they're real." The general suddenly rounded on his niece. "Let me explain somethin' to you, Sergeant. It don't matter what year it is. It don't matter when somethin' started or when it ended. What matters is ifit's ended, and at this point it ain't ended. Colonel Packenham's returned to Loozeeana, that dadblamed Useless Grant's taken over the country, Stonewall's dead, Sherman's plowin' an' bashin' his way through Georgia, Burnside's shaved, Lee's bein' held pris'ner, Jefferson Davis has run offt, and now we got these blasted Krauts crawlin' all over Europe like they own the place! This whole blasted world's gone to pot and we're just sittin' here twidlin' our thumbs!" "If you give yourself an ulcer, I ain't haulin' you to the vet," Harli grumbled.OOC: I was gonna have Cooper give this big patriotic speech about "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" and all that jazz, but the plot bunnies ran away at the last minute, so I'll just have to be satisfied with the rant. Maybe I'll continue it later. Also, if you're not well-schooled in the US Civil War, I highly recommend looking up "General Ambrose Burnside" to understand the "Burnside's shaved" joke.
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Post by Charmyte on May 30, 2010 21:58:23 GMT -5
Mickey remained silent as Soapy tried to trick Cooper. There is nobody, in the history of dog kind, that stupid. Who would believe the balderdash she's talking about. Mickey just remained silent, giving small gestures at times, wishfully thinking that Cooper was said idiot. Mickey sighed as Soapy tried to tie the ends of her story, instead giving up on the entire idea. "Nice attempt, though, Soapy." Mickey then leaned closer to Soapy, whispering: "Although, I don't quite object to the idea of you being my servant..." Mickey listened to the impromptu history lesson from Harli, who'd only managed to make him more confused than he was before. "You lost me at 'White House' Harli. I am a foreigner after all, so I'm not as-" Mickey was cut off by Cooper, who broke out into a rant. Mickey could tell from Harli's expressions that this was nothing new. "Ah, Harli." Mickey began as Harli commented on Cooper. "Take it from me, despite how mentally unstable they are, family is family. Take my dad for instance. He may have been married to my mum, but that didn't keep him from seeing the town and living life as a bachelor. Also quite a rabbit, he; if you catch my drift." (OOC: Mickey: a foreigner such, just cannot comprehend American history. Also, if monarchies were still around, I wouldn't want Mickey's dad running a country. )
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