.hackBARON
Rydia ran toward the house at sunset. Before she entered she was stopped by Celes. The girl gave her a sneer then turned away, flicking her hair behind her.
"Hmph."
"H-Hey! What're ya angry with me for now?" Celes ignored her and tended to Ace's bandages. Rydia gave a diagonal frown, then looked at Rose for an explanation.
"You're late. Very late." Rose said, walking out of the door.
"Uh--I'm sorry! I did my homework but afterwards my mom made me go to grocery store with her. I couldn't let her carry all those bags by herself!"
"Yeah. Sure." Celes rolled her eyes and pat Ace's arm gently. He was sleeping again. Rydia gazed at them and leaned forward in defeat. Looking down, she gave a heavy sigh.
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They rode around on their chocobo. One was still ecstatic about the news of Random becoming a semi-independent nation. The other one was getting tired of following him around, though those were orders and he had to follow them. One man had dark maroon hair. His bangs were spiky, making his long hair appear as a mullet, though seriously, it wasn't. He didn't care though. He was the Prince of Random! What more was there to be proud of when your kingdom was a semi-independent nation?
Sure, he'd be alot happier if they could pay their own electric bill. Sure, he'd be happier if they didn't have to steal their cable anymore, but hey, life was good. They'd have cheesecake and all the time in the world to play with the pokémon that lived there with them. They were even swarmed with Easter egg coloured mice in which they had named individually.
He sat on his chocobo in a daze, a smile plastered on his face. Then his comrade popped his dream bubble with a gloved finger, and spoke up.
"Um, your Highness?" he asked.
"What?" The prince whined, turning toward him.
"Don't you think we ought to head back to the palace since we've been riding around telling people about Random for about a week now?"
"You see, my friend, it's not about how long we spend out declaring our semi-independence, but to how many people we tell. We may starve, we may die of thirst, but I still won't be happy until the entire World KNOWS!" The prince nearly fell off his chocobo he was so excited about the news.
"Um, the news probably spread on its own."
"How do you propose that?"
"People aren't stupid. They would've told their family, and their family would have told their friends, and their friends would have told their family and so on."
A record screeched to a stop.
"Oh." Said the prince.
Baron was large, proud and magnificent. It was made of specially shaped stone and plaster that would keep it together. Wide were the walls that protected the inside. It had its own main hall, classrooms, bedrooms, an inn, two large towers, a throne room, a kitchen, storage room, an aviation room, ballroom, and not to mention everything that any other castle would have. All that, including a daycare.
When there were important individuals coming to the castle, they didn't sleep in the inn. No, the King would prohibit that. They'd have a guest bedroom already set up for them. He had them set up like any average hotel suite so his guests would have a comfortable stay.
They had the large quilts over the beds, the fancy paintings above the bed frames, free cable and phone service, even their own private showers. The only thing that was out of place within one of these guest bedrooms was a giant cord plugged into the wall. The cord went up the wall and out of the window. Outside, it hung down the side of the castle.
One would've swore it was at least five hundred yards, considering how tall the castle was. The black cord finally rest itself onto the ground and into a poorly made club house. It wasn't a club house, it was only what they had started building of the semi-independent nation of Random. Chocobo and Pokémon ran around wildly and people worked on the club house. The nails were so loose that boards would literally swing away from their original place. Some people weren't even using nails and hammers--they were using Elmer's glue while others used scotch tape.
Even with all this, they were still baffled why the castle would always fall apart. They all stopped when they heard a small trumpet play. This was how they knew their king was going to be in their presence. The workers all stood up as straight as they could and placed their hands to their heads in a salute.
Out from the rickety club house was emerging the King of Random himself. He walked through the door when a board from the doorframe fell from its hinge. It hit him in the head as he stepped back, his feet wobbly. An annoyed sigh came from behind him as he was shoved out of the door, regardless of getting hit again by another piece of wood.
A second figure walked out of the semi-castle. It was the Queen of Random who appeared to have more intelligence than the others around her, though we won't judge her on looks just yet. The king held his head, moaning in pain as his queen held her hand out, asking for the usual cheesecake.
In less than three seconds a servant came out with a piece of cheesecake on a platter for her. She smiled and ate with her fork delightfully.
"Ooh, Ow..."
Behind them their beautiful castle collapsed. The queen sighed, just taking another bite.
"So, why is your skin so green?" The prince asked his companion.
"Why are your questions so stupid?" He replied, pulling his brown hair back into a ponytail. The prince kept quiet.
"You don't even know my name, why the hell should I be with you on this mission?"
"'Cause my daddy said so?" The knight breathed a sigh and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, 'cause your daddy said so."
"Well, my name is Matt. What's yours?"
"It's #260." He replied.
"Have a nickname?"
"Yeah, it's Piccolo. You?"
"My mum calls me Mattie."
"....I'm never calling you that."
And proudly they rode toward Random. Well, the prince anyway.
