Stanley's Spirit
Disclaimer: I don't own Okage, and I don't own Evil King Stan. His real name IS Stanley Hihat the 14th, so I didn't make that up.
Author's Note: If you have played Okage, please tell me! I love this game, and only one of my other friends plays it!
Prince Stanley Hihat the 14th rested his arms on the marble balcony. Everyone always knew that he was different. All you had to do was look into his pupil-devoid yellow eyes and gaze upon his pitch-black hair, which was usually very messy, and you knew that the child was going to be more than just another king.
That was, of course, if you didn't know him. If you knew him personally, if you worked in his castle, you'd be proud.
The prince was to become the next Evil King.
Stanley, however, was a little bit of a dissapointment to his parents. He didn't particularly like his name. It was too long. So, instead of introducing himself to people as Prince Stanley Hihat the 14th, he shortened it to the simple title of Prince Stan. It was even better (to him) when it was just Stan.
As to be expected, his parents didn't appreciate that one bit. Stan also didn't care for balls at all. Too flashy. The princesses were too giggly. Too PINK! How was he supposed to dance with people he didn't know, much less marry them?
He sighed. His parents were throwing another ball, inviting all the important evil citizens. Once again, Stan would have to make an appearance. And once again, all of the princesses would ruthlessly compete for his affection, but all of them would fail.
Well, that's what he thought.
The current Evil King, Stanley Hihat the 13th, was sitting with the Evil Queen discussing ideas for the ball.
The king sighed and told his wife, "Stanley has got to choose a princess. He can't rule by himself! He has people call him Stan! Stan!"
Shrugging, the queen suggested, "How about we invite EVERY girl from the kingdom? Someone's got to match Stanley's personality. And we can always put a quick spell on her to make her evil."
A light went up in the king's red-orange eyes. "That's a great idea! Yes, we'll do that! Send out the footmen to deliver an invite to every girl in the realm," he exclaimed, leaping from his chair to go see his son. But, before he left, he turned to his wife and said, "Oh.I hope you realize that his stubborn personality is from your genes."
The queen shook her black locks of curls and slowly exited behind her husband.
Stan was brooding in his room, planning his next escape, when he heard his father knock. "Uh-oh," he muttered. Looking around frantically, Stan finally ran to the balcony and leapt off.
The fall was longer than expected, and Stan's floatation magic didn't kick in until he was right about to land. "Oww! Damn," he swore, rubbing his leg.
"STANLEY HIHAT THE 14TH! You are in big trouble, young man! Don't run away from me!" he heard his enraged father shout.
Time to hit the road. Stan turned and ran (well, limped very quickly) towards the menacing, twisted iron gates, resembling something out of the Nightmare Before Christmas. He knew his father wouldn't dare put a spell on him. He was almost just as powerful as his father, and he could deflect almost anything that an attacker used on him.
Stan slammed himself against the gates, forcing them open. His leg could barely move, so he was having much difficulty running. But, he kept going down the dusty road towards the town.
Kiana smiled with satisfaction at the tavern. The wooden tables were gleaming, having just been polished, and everything was all set out to start the day.
Of course, the tavern opened in a half-hour. But Kiana liked to be prepared. And, besides, Midori wasn't here to help her today. As she stood setting out the plates and mugs, the bell rang. What? That was much earlier than expected! Kiana thought, looking towards the door. And, who should limp in but Prince Stanley, our favorite hero.
She gasped and rushed over to Stan. "Your Highness! Your Highness, are you alright? Here, sit down, let me help you," she stammered out feverishly. Stan looked at her with his yellow eyes and sat down. "Please just call me Stanley. Or, Stan, even better," he said quietly. Kiana barely nodded. Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes and started murmuring under her breath. White magic coursed from her heart, down her arms, and into her fingertips. She nervously tapped the prince's leg and let the healing powers take care of the rest. Stan cringed as he felt his bones being sewn back together with her magic. "Thank you, miss," he said when his leg had stopped glowing oddly. "Kiana," she corrected him without thinking. Stan mused, "That's a pretty name. Much better than boring old Stanley. Evil King Stan's not exactly a name to strike fear into the hearts of your enemies, eh?" He got up and paced back and fourth to see how his leg felt. It was much better than before Kiana couldn't help but let out a laugh. It alarmed Stan so much that he stopped in place, and Kiana quickly stopped, hoping she wasn't being rude. No one had ever laughed in his presence. Everyone was too uptight to laugh around him, and his usually sarcastic comments were drowned out at balls. "Er, Kiana? This is an inn and a tavern, if I'm not mistaken?" Stan asked, examining the intricately carved doorframe. Raising an eyebrow, Kiana replied, "Yes." Stan turned around. "Ah, great! Can I please get a room? I'm running away again and I doubt they'd expect me to hide at an inn," he explained. Kiana nodded, half-curtseying, half bowing. She turned to start up the stairs at the back of the room, saying, "Follow me. I think we've got one open."
Stan awoke the next day on a surprisingly comfortable bed. Unfortunatley, it lacked in the size department, and he was half hanging off it. He smiled. Awesome. The guards hadn't found him yet.
Yawning, he descended the stairs sleepily, only to find himself in a room full of people. He froze instantly and noticed that a guard was talking to Kiana.
She kept shaking her head. "I'm sorry, sir. I haven't seen His Highness anywhere," she said. The guard nodded, and Stan had dashed up the stairs and back into his room, praying that his boots on the wooden stairs weren't as loud as he thought.
Kiana saw this out of the corner of her eye. She supplied the guard with a drink and asked her bright-eyed sister, Midori, to cover everything for a while. Midori beamed with pleasure, because she was a year younger and overjoyed to have her big sis trust a job like this to her.
Softly walking up the stairs, Kiana knocked on Stan's door after stopping by the kitchen to get him some food. He was dead silent.
"Your High-um, Stan? It's just me. The guard is busy."
Stan opened the door just a crack, and a yellow eye peeked out, gazing into Kiana's near black optics. "Oh. Okay," he whispered, opening it fully. Kiana blushed as she saw that Stan had removed his fluffy black pirate shirt and was in the proccess of putting on a new, plain one from a drawer.
He laughed. "Oh, don't be shy. Just come in. I'm just trying to look.normal," he told her, putting on a dumpy-looking green one with sleeves that went to different lengths. One was much too large and he had to roll it up, and the other one barely went past his shoulder.
Kiana grinned slightly. "But if you walk around wearing those boots, you're sure to get noticed,"
She was interrupted by a loud pounding on the door.
"Prince Stanley, we know you're in there. Come out now!"
Disclaimer: I don't own Okage, and I don't own Evil King Stan. His real name IS Stanley Hihat the 14th, so I didn't make that up.
Author's Note: If you have played Okage, please tell me! I love this game, and only one of my other friends plays it!
Prince Stanley Hihat the 14th rested his arms on the marble balcony. Everyone always knew that he was different. All you had to do was look into his pupil-devoid yellow eyes and gaze upon his pitch-black hair, which was usually very messy, and you knew that the child was going to be more than just another king.
That was, of course, if you didn't know him. If you knew him personally, if you worked in his castle, you'd be proud.
The prince was to become the next Evil King.
Stanley, however, was a little bit of a dissapointment to his parents. He didn't particularly like his name. It was too long. So, instead of introducing himself to people as Prince Stanley Hihat the 14th, he shortened it to the simple title of Prince Stan. It was even better (to him) when it was just Stan.
As to be expected, his parents didn't appreciate that one bit. Stan also didn't care for balls at all. Too flashy. The princesses were too giggly. Too PINK! How was he supposed to dance with people he didn't know, much less marry them?
He sighed. His parents were throwing another ball, inviting all the important evil citizens. Once again, Stan would have to make an appearance. And once again, all of the princesses would ruthlessly compete for his affection, but all of them would fail.
Well, that's what he thought.
The current Evil King, Stanley Hihat the 13th, was sitting with the Evil Queen discussing ideas for the ball.
The king sighed and told his wife, "Stanley has got to choose a princess. He can't rule by himself! He has people call him Stan! Stan!"
Shrugging, the queen suggested, "How about we invite EVERY girl from the kingdom? Someone's got to match Stanley's personality. And we can always put a quick spell on her to make her evil."
A light went up in the king's red-orange eyes. "That's a great idea! Yes, we'll do that! Send out the footmen to deliver an invite to every girl in the realm," he exclaimed, leaping from his chair to go see his son. But, before he left, he turned to his wife and said, "Oh.I hope you realize that his stubborn personality is from your genes."
The queen shook her black locks of curls and slowly exited behind her husband.
Stan was brooding in his room, planning his next escape, when he heard his father knock. "Uh-oh," he muttered. Looking around frantically, Stan finally ran to the balcony and leapt off.
The fall was longer than expected, and Stan's floatation magic didn't kick in until he was right about to land. "Oww! Damn," he swore, rubbing his leg.
"STANLEY HIHAT THE 14TH! You are in big trouble, young man! Don't run away from me!" he heard his enraged father shout.
Time to hit the road. Stan turned and ran (well, limped very quickly) towards the menacing, twisted iron gates, resembling something out of the Nightmare Before Christmas. He knew his father wouldn't dare put a spell on him. He was almost just as powerful as his father, and he could deflect almost anything that an attacker used on him.
Stan slammed himself against the gates, forcing them open. His leg could barely move, so he was having much difficulty running. But, he kept going down the dusty road towards the town.
Kiana smiled with satisfaction at the tavern. The wooden tables were gleaming, having just been polished, and everything was all set out to start the day.
Of course, the tavern opened in a half-hour. But Kiana liked to be prepared. And, besides, Midori wasn't here to help her today. As she stood setting out the plates and mugs, the bell rang. What? That was much earlier than expected! Kiana thought, looking towards the door. And, who should limp in but Prince Stanley, our favorite hero.
She gasped and rushed over to Stan. "Your Highness! Your Highness, are you alright? Here, sit down, let me help you," she stammered out feverishly. Stan looked at her with his yellow eyes and sat down. "Please just call me Stanley. Or, Stan, even better," he said quietly. Kiana barely nodded. Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes and started murmuring under her breath. White magic coursed from her heart, down her arms, and into her fingertips. She nervously tapped the prince's leg and let the healing powers take care of the rest. Stan cringed as he felt his bones being sewn back together with her magic. "Thank you, miss," he said when his leg had stopped glowing oddly. "Kiana," she corrected him without thinking. Stan mused, "That's a pretty name. Much better than boring old Stanley. Evil King Stan's not exactly a name to strike fear into the hearts of your enemies, eh?" He got up and paced back and fourth to see how his leg felt. It was much better than before Kiana couldn't help but let out a laugh. It alarmed Stan so much that he stopped in place, and Kiana quickly stopped, hoping she wasn't being rude. No one had ever laughed in his presence. Everyone was too uptight to laugh around him, and his usually sarcastic comments were drowned out at balls. "Er, Kiana? This is an inn and a tavern, if I'm not mistaken?" Stan asked, examining the intricately carved doorframe. Raising an eyebrow, Kiana replied, "Yes." Stan turned around. "Ah, great! Can I please get a room? I'm running away again and I doubt they'd expect me to hide at an inn," he explained. Kiana nodded, half-curtseying, half bowing. She turned to start up the stairs at the back of the room, saying, "Follow me. I think we've got one open."
Stan awoke the next day on a surprisingly comfortable bed. Unfortunatley, it lacked in the size department, and he was half hanging off it. He smiled. Awesome. The guards hadn't found him yet.
Yawning, he descended the stairs sleepily, only to find himself in a room full of people. He froze instantly and noticed that a guard was talking to Kiana.
She kept shaking her head. "I'm sorry, sir. I haven't seen His Highness anywhere," she said. The guard nodded, and Stan had dashed up the stairs and back into his room, praying that his boots on the wooden stairs weren't as loud as he thought.
Kiana saw this out of the corner of her eye. She supplied the guard with a drink and asked her bright-eyed sister, Midori, to cover everything for a while. Midori beamed with pleasure, because she was a year younger and overjoyed to have her big sis trust a job like this to her.
Softly walking up the stairs, Kiana knocked on Stan's door after stopping by the kitchen to get him some food. He was dead silent.
"Your High-um, Stan? It's just me. The guard is busy."
Stan opened the door just a crack, and a yellow eye peeked out, gazing into Kiana's near black optics. "Oh. Okay," he whispered, opening it fully. Kiana blushed as she saw that Stan had removed his fluffy black pirate shirt and was in the proccess of putting on a new, plain one from a drawer.
He laughed. "Oh, don't be shy. Just come in. I'm just trying to look.normal," he told her, putting on a dumpy-looking green one with sleeves that went to different lengths. One was much too large and he had to roll it up, and the other one barely went past his shoulder.
Kiana grinned slightly. "But if you walk around wearing those boots, you're sure to get noticed,"
She was interrupted by a loud pounding on the door.
"Prince Stanley, we know you're in there. Come out now!"