Ehehehehe. EHEHEHEHEH!
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tammaiyaAshie and I have been on the phone for 4 hours. As she has been working on her Camelot fic but hasn't really written any Lance/Arthur yet, I ordered her to do some work on Arthur's personality. Somehow, this got me started on the monstrosity of Arthur's World. (Think Elmo's World. Yes, now shudder. Good.) After laughing ourselves silly, we actually started WRITING it. This is how far we got before Ashie had to go to bed... Unfortunately, because I am a STUPID beast monkey, I know not how to do the read more link thing. So I'm going to inflict the entire thing upon even those who care not. Sorry.
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Arthur's world
Arthur, armed with a big black marker and sitting on the round table, was singing. More than that, he was singing a child's song. Elmo's Song, to be precise. However, he had modified the lyrics somewhat, and now they resembled something more along the lines of,
"Lalalala,lalalala, ARTHUR'S WORLD!"
This became a whole lot less surprising once one had taken into account exactly HOW much coffee Arthur had consumed within the last half-hour. Coffee with sugar in it. And chocolate. Every so often, he would attempt to get Lance join in, largely unsuccessfully. Mordred, on the other hand, was finding this incredibly amusing, and started singing his OWN version of the song. Arthur did not seem to appreciate "Mordred's World", though, especially not once it had reached the verse about Galahad, which was about the time that Lance had started choking. Arthur's response to this was to begin illustrating EXACTLY how he felt Arthur's World should be, including stick figure diagrams and full commentary sprawled all over the Round Table. It would probably never come off, but at least it would create an interesting distraction during long meetings.
First of all, Arthur drew in himself, wearing some very dubious-looking armour and a pointy hat that was probably meant to be a crown. (Or possibly not; you could never really tell, with Arthur.) The only identifying quality was the hair, and even that was a bit of a stretch.
Arthur pointed at his artwork proudly with his black marker. "This," he announced, "is me."
Mordred, by this time, was laughing so hard that he was in danger of falling of his chair. Lance was now looking scared as well as bemused.
"I am the King," Arthur went on. "HIGH King, in fact. Which means I'm really, really cool."
"Oh, mon dieu," Lance muttered helplessly. Mordred grinned. "Really cool, huh? You just keep on telling yourself that."
Arthur continued, ignoring them both, this time drawing something that was MEANT to be Lance but looked remarkably like the first stick figure. The only way you could tell them apart was the height, and even that may have been a mistake. "Anyway. This is Lance. He's my best friend. He is ALSO really, really cool."
Lance buried his head in his hands and moaned softly. Mordred smirked. "Oh, he's cool too, is he? And why is that?"
Arthur returned his gaze solemnly. "I like him. That makes him cool."
Lance whimpered, wondering what THAT was meant to mean. Arthur just smiled sweetly and resumed his story. "This," he added, scribbling in a new figure surrounded by dark clouds and some rather blobby and unrecognizable skulls, "is Mordred. He is not cool. In fact, he is very, very bad. I don't like Mordred. Mordred sucks."
Mordred grinned sharkishly. "Yes, I know. Just ask Galahad."
Lance stared at him for a second before clapping his hands over his ears and bashing his head against the Round Table. "Oh, THANKS. I SO didn't need to know that!"
"You're welcome," Mordred responded airily.
Arthur glared at him. "You, shut up. This is MY story."
Mordred rolled his eyes, but refrained from comment. He was rather proud of his restraint, actually.
Arthur didn't notice, which was just as well. "This is Galahad. He is good. Really good, which is why he's called Galahad the Pure." Mordred started sniggering at that. Arthur kept talking. "Unlike Mordred, he is cool." The so-called Galahad picture was encircled by fluffy clouds and smiley faces. "Galahad is Lance's son, which makes him even MORE cool."
"However, the fact that he belongs to Mordred negates this extra coolness because Mordred is not cool," Mordred interrupted helpfully. "By the way, thanks for the clouds and skulls. They suit my complexion, don't you think?"
Lance stared at him from his position on the floor where he had fallen after Mordred's initial claim of ownership. "WHAT complexion? It's a stick figure!"
Arthur scowled. "You're not MEANT to like them! Besides, Galahad does NOT belong to you. He's too cool to belong to you."
Lance began coughing hysterically again. Arthur appeared not to notice this. "Unfortunately, Mordred is MY son. Despite this, he still sucks."
Mordred shook his head. "Too easy."
Arthur sketched in two more people that looked exactly like the others, dodgy armour included. "I have two sisters," he explained. "This is Morgan, and this is Morguese."
"Um, Arthur?" Lance ventured. "Are you SURE that the girls should be wearing armour?"
Arthur frowned for a second, lengthened the hair in deference to gender, and returned to his narrative. "I don't like Morgan. She's mean to me."
"She's also my mother, which makes her NOT cool," Mordred commented dryly.
"Exactly, which makes her NOT c- hey! Go away, this is MY story!" Arthur protested.
"Why? I don't see your name on it," Mordred pointed out.
"Because I'm the High King, I'm really really cool, and I say so," Arthur argued. As an afterthought, he added in a massive heading saying "Arthur's World. Which belongs to ARTHUR." Then he underlined it. Multiple times.
To be continued.
*shakes head sadly* Aren't we sad? This is very much a parody. Ashie's knights are MUCH cooler than this.
Edit note: I figured out the link thing. *feels smug*
^ ^;
Arthur's world
Arthur, armed with a big black marker and sitting on the round table, was singing. More than that, he was singing a child's song. Elmo's Song, to be precise. However, he had modified the lyrics somewhat, and now they resembled something more along the lines of,
"Lalalala,lalalala, ARTHUR'S WORLD!"
This became a whole lot less surprising once one had taken into account exactly HOW much coffee Arthur had consumed within the last half-hour. Coffee with sugar in it. And chocolate. Every so often, he would attempt to get Lance join in, largely unsuccessfully. Mordred, on the other hand, was finding this incredibly amusing, and started singing his OWN version of the song. Arthur did not seem to appreciate "Mordred's World", though, especially not once it had reached the verse about Galahad, which was about the time that Lance had started choking. Arthur's response to this was to begin illustrating EXACTLY how he felt Arthur's World should be, including stick figure diagrams and full commentary sprawled all over the Round Table. It would probably never come off, but at least it would create an interesting distraction during long meetings.
First of all, Arthur drew in himself, wearing some very dubious-looking armour and a pointy hat that was probably meant to be a crown. (Or possibly not; you could never really tell, with Arthur.) The only identifying quality was the hair, and even that was a bit of a stretch.
Arthur pointed at his artwork proudly with his black marker. "This," he announced, "is me."
Mordred, by this time, was laughing so hard that he was in danger of falling of his chair. Lance was now looking scared as well as bemused.
"I am the King," Arthur went on. "HIGH King, in fact. Which means I'm really, really cool."
"Oh, mon dieu," Lance muttered helplessly. Mordred grinned. "Really cool, huh? You just keep on telling yourself that."
Arthur continued, ignoring them both, this time drawing something that was MEANT to be Lance but looked remarkably like the first stick figure. The only way you could tell them apart was the height, and even that may have been a mistake. "Anyway. This is Lance. He's my best friend. He is ALSO really, really cool."
Lance buried his head in his hands and moaned softly. Mordred smirked. "Oh, he's cool too, is he? And why is that?"
Arthur returned his gaze solemnly. "I like him. That makes him cool."
Lance whimpered, wondering what THAT was meant to mean. Arthur just smiled sweetly and resumed his story. "This," he added, scribbling in a new figure surrounded by dark clouds and some rather blobby and unrecognizable skulls, "is Mordred. He is not cool. In fact, he is very, very bad. I don't like Mordred. Mordred sucks."
Mordred grinned sharkishly. "Yes, I know. Just ask Galahad."
Lance stared at him for a second before clapping his hands over his ears and bashing his head against the Round Table. "Oh, THANKS. I SO didn't need to know that!"
"You're welcome," Mordred responded airily.
Arthur glared at him. "You, shut up. This is MY story."
Mordred rolled his eyes, but refrained from comment. He was rather proud of his restraint, actually.
Arthur didn't notice, which was just as well. "This is Galahad. He is good. Really good, which is why he's called Galahad the Pure." Mordred started sniggering at that. Arthur kept talking. "Unlike Mordred, he is cool." The so-called Galahad picture was encircled by fluffy clouds and smiley faces. "Galahad is Lance's son, which makes him even MORE cool."
"However, the fact that he belongs to Mordred negates this extra coolness because Mordred is not cool," Mordred interrupted helpfully. "By the way, thanks for the clouds and skulls. They suit my complexion, don't you think?"
Lance stared at him from his position on the floor where he had fallen after Mordred's initial claim of ownership. "WHAT complexion? It's a stick figure!"
Arthur scowled. "You're not MEANT to like them! Besides, Galahad does NOT belong to you. He's too cool to belong to you."
Lance began coughing hysterically again. Arthur appeared not to notice this. "Unfortunately, Mordred is MY son. Despite this, he still sucks."
Mordred shook his head. "Too easy."
Arthur sketched in two more people that looked exactly like the others, dodgy armour included. "I have two sisters," he explained. "This is Morgan, and this is Morguese."
"Um, Arthur?" Lance ventured. "Are you SURE that the girls should be wearing armour?"
Arthur frowned for a second, lengthened the hair in deference to gender, and returned to his narrative. "I don't like Morgan. She's mean to me."
"She's also my mother, which makes her NOT cool," Mordred commented dryly.
"Exactly, which makes her NOT c- hey! Go away, this is MY story!" Arthur protested.
"Why? I don't see your name on it," Mordred pointed out.
"Because I'm the High King, I'm really really cool, and I say so," Arthur argued. As an afterthought, he added in a massive heading saying "Arthur's World. Which belongs to ARTHUR." Then he underlined it. Multiple times.
To be continued.
*shakes head sadly* Aren't we sad? This is very much a parody. Ashie's knights are MUCH cooler than this.
Edit note: I figured out the link thing. *feels smug*
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