07-07-2017, 06:34 AM
The journey was much quicker from that point forth, although with Cuddles and Bobby singing multiple bike related songs, it probably felt like an eternity to poor Reginald and Sylvester, especially since the latter had no means of pedaling to occupy himself. As the group approached their destination, more and more came into view; a cobblestone path starting from the other side of the gateway, rolling hills and grasslands, and perhaps most importantly, guards. They weren't all identical as you may expect, but a mix of various disciplines; leather-clad bowmen, steel plate-adorned knights, robed magicians.
"Stop!"
Bobby squeezed onto the handle just above the handlebars, with the tricycle coming to a screeching halt. He was already petrified, he anxiety on his face as his 3 companions leant over to the side to see what was going on.
"State the purpose of your visit to Camelot."
One of the knights was wearing a more regal get-up than the others, strips of patterned cloth hanging from his faulds.
"I've come for a picnic, sir!"
"The insolence!"
Mistaking the genuine answer for sarcasm and hostility, the man reached for his hilt as the more attentive of his squad also readied themselves for conflict.
"Wait! Waiiiit!"
A very flustered and panicky Sir Reginald dropped from his seat, landing haphazardly on his front, before running as fast as his little legs could carry him to the front of the bike, between his loving master and the incensed aggressor.
"Ahem. Good day sir. There appears to have been a miscommunication, for Bobby was in fact being truthful. He genuinely does desire a good venue for a picnic whilst we ruminate, then decigind what to do in this strange new world we find ourselves inhabiting. I assure you most indubitably that he was not being insolent."
"Yeah, he's in clothes!"
Reginald merely brought his paw up to his forehead in embarrassment and Cuddles's untimely interjection.
"In truth, we have no definite plan or objective. We heard about the various destinations from here in the Nexus, and upon doing so decided that the comparatively peaceful and temperate nature of Camelot, as well as the values embodied by it's inhabitants, made this place the most desirable to give things the old college try, as they say!"
Whether partially due to the oddity of the spokesmen or whether they trusted his sincerity completely, the man in charge eased off, with his followers doing the same in response.
"Very well. You are hereby permitted to enter Camelot. At all times you are to respect the rules and laws of The Kingdom, as well as respect all under its banner. And for your sake, you better clean up after you. Move along."
A clearly intimidated Bobby just nodded meekly as Cuddles and Sylvester watched Reginald waddle back up to the tricycle. Once he climbed aboard, they started to pedal and the 'vehimicle' lurched through the gate, the four in stony silence.
Which, to be fair, wasn't unusual for Sylvester.
"Stop!"
Bobby squeezed onto the handle just above the handlebars, with the tricycle coming to a screeching halt. He was already petrified, he anxiety on his face as his 3 companions leant over to the side to see what was going on.
"State the purpose of your visit to Camelot."
One of the knights was wearing a more regal get-up than the others, strips of patterned cloth hanging from his faulds.
"I've come for a picnic, sir!"
"The insolence!"
Mistaking the genuine answer for sarcasm and hostility, the man reached for his hilt as the more attentive of his squad also readied themselves for conflict.
"Wait! Waiiiit!"
A very flustered and panicky Sir Reginald dropped from his seat, landing haphazardly on his front, before running as fast as his little legs could carry him to the front of the bike, between his loving master and the incensed aggressor.
"Ahem. Good day sir. There appears to have been a miscommunication, for Bobby was in fact being truthful. He genuinely does desire a good venue for a picnic whilst we ruminate, then decigind what to do in this strange new world we find ourselves inhabiting. I assure you most indubitably that he was not being insolent."
"Yeah, he's in clothes!"
Reginald merely brought his paw up to his forehead in embarrassment and Cuddles's untimely interjection.
"In truth, we have no definite plan or objective. We heard about the various destinations from here in the Nexus, and upon doing so decided that the comparatively peaceful and temperate nature of Camelot, as well as the values embodied by it's inhabitants, made this place the most desirable to give things the old college try, as they say!"
Whether partially due to the oddity of the spokesmen or whether they trusted his sincerity completely, the man in charge eased off, with his followers doing the same in response.
"Very well. You are hereby permitted to enter Camelot. At all times you are to respect the rules and laws of The Kingdom, as well as respect all under its banner. And for your sake, you better clean up after you. Move along."
A clearly intimidated Bobby just nodded meekly as Cuddles and Sylvester watched Reginald waddle back up to the tricycle. Once he climbed aboard, they started to pedal and the 'vehimicle' lurched through the gate, the four in stony silence.
Which, to be fair, wasn't unusual for Sylvester.