Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Sept 20, 2021 22:45:56 GMT
~Excerpt Taken From JediNinjaGirl's Original Post~
Welcome to Omelette, the culinary center of Knighton! I recommend the omelets, for we are known for making the best ones ever! (Hence the name of our town.)
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Dec 24, 2021 23:50:20 GMT
Passing by a string of stalls selling various wares, the Taxi Driver carefully swerves around a crowd of villagers debating on proper omelette preparation procedures.
"NO! We put diced green peppers, not red, and certainly not stringed!"
"Who puts peppers in the first place? NO! You put cheese, sharp-"
"Are you daft? You don't put sharp cheddar! You put blue cheese."
The whole village cease their quarrel to look at the sole commentor with disgust.
Breaking the silence was a little boy's excited screams as he points to the passing carriage. "Look, the King is here!"
Circling the Taxi Driver, the crowd begin to beat the sides of the carriage, demanding to know the King's thoughts on the matter. Hearing nothing but weary moans from inside, they begin to rock the vehicle back and forth. The Mecha Horse rears back in fear, frightening a few of them.
Passing by a string of stalls selling various wares, the Taxi Driver carefully swerves around a crowd of villagers debating on proper omelette preparation procedures.
"NO! We put diced green peppers, not red, and certainly not stringed!"
"Who puts peppers in the first place? NO! You put cheese, sharp-"
"Are you daft? You don't put sharp cheddar! You put blue cheese."
The whole village cease their quarrel to look at the sole commentor with disgust.
Breaking the silence was a little boy's excited screams as he points to the passing carriage. "Look, the King is here!"
Circling the Taxi Driver, the crowd begin to beat the sides of the carriage, demanding to know the King's thoughts on the matter. Hearing nothing but weary moans from inside, they begin to rock the vehicle back and forth. The Mecha Horse rears back in fear, frightening a few of them.
"Just put them all in!" the king commented.
"There really is no use arguing over the matter! Write your own recipes and follow them if it gives you more peace of mind!"
Passing by a string of stalls selling various wares, the Taxi Driver carefully swerves around a crowd of villagers debating on proper omelette preparation procedures.
"NO! We put diced green peppers, not red, and certainly not stringed!"
"Who puts peppers in the first place? NO! You put cheese, sharp-"
"Are you daft? You don't put sharp cheddar! You put blue cheese."
The whole village cease their quarrel to look at the sole commentor with disgust.
Breaking the silence was a little boy's excited screams as he points to the passing carriage. "Look, the King is here!"
Circling the Taxi Driver, the crowd begin to beat the sides of the carriage, demanding to know the King's thoughts on the matter. Hearing nothing but weary moans from inside, they begin to rock the vehicle back and forth. The Mecha Horse rears back in fear, frightening a few of them.
"Just put them all in!" the king commented.
"There really is no use arguing over the matter! Write your own recipes and follow them if it gives you more peace of mind!"
The villagers pause to look at one another.
Lowering the visor on her helmet, the Taxi Driver tightens her grip on the reigns and whistles to her Mecha-Horse, throwing a few hand signals before leaping off her seat and placing an extra lock on the carriage door.
The Mecha-Horse suddenly detaches from his harness and transforms into a hovering vehicle. A gasp rises from the crowd as he begins to race around the village, while the Taxi Driver takes off her helmet and hobbles around the distracted crowd, whispering encouraging words and mimcking various accents.
"Yeah, you know, maybe the King is right."
"A collage of different omelette concoctions would be nice, a chance to try more than one, ey?"
"Truly mighty fine, let's try it out!"
"Yes, like a-a festival of omelettes!"
Murmuring to themselves, the villagers soon lose interest in the horse and begin to work with one another, forming friendships and cheering on the King for his suggestion.
Slipping back into his harness, the Mecha-Horse transforms back into an animal and lets out a happy neigh as the Taxi Driver puts back on her helmet and lightly knocks on the carriage door. "You doing okay in there?"
"There really is no use arguing over the matter! Write your own recipes and follow them if it gives you more peace of mind!"
The villagers pause to look at one another.
Lowering the visor on her helmet, the Taxi Driver tightens her grip on the reigns and whistles to her Mecha-Horse, throwing a few hand signals before leaping off her seat and placing an extra lock on the carriage door.
The Mecha-Horse suddenly detaches from his harness and transforms into a hovering vehicle. A gasp rises from the crowd as he begins to race around the village, while the Taxi Driver takes off her helmet and hobbles around the distracted crowd, whispering encouraging words and mimcking various accents.
"Yeah, you know, maybe the King is right."
"A collage of different omelette concoctions would be nice, a chance to try more than one, ey?"
"Truly mighty fine, let's try it out!"
"Yes, like a-a festival of omelettes!"
Murmuring to themselves, the villagers soon lose interest in the horse and begin to work with one another, forming friendships and cheering on the King for his suggestion.
Slipping back into his harness, the Mecha-Horse transforms back into an animal and lets out a happy neigh as the Taxi Driver puts back on her helmet and lightly knocks on the carriage door. "You doing okay in there?"
"Quite." He responded. His head tilted at the odd, quirky scene.
Lowering the visor on her helmet, the Taxi Driver tightens her grip on the reigns and whistles to her Mecha-Horse, throwing a few hand signals before leaping off her seat and placing an extra lock on the carriage door.
The Mecha-Horse suddenly detaches from his harness and transforms into a hovering vehicle. A gasp rises from the crowd as he begins to race around the village, while the Taxi Driver takes off her helmet and hobbles around the distracted crowd, whispering encouraging words and mimcking various accents.
"Yeah, you know, maybe the King is right."
"A collage of different omelette concoctions would be nice, a chance to try more than one, ey?"
"Truly mighty fine, let's try it out!"
"Yes, like a-a festival of omelettes!"
Murmuring to themselves, the villagers soon lose interest in the horse and begin to work with one another, forming friendships and cheering on the King for his suggestion.
Slipping back into his harness, the Mecha-Horse transforms back into an animal and lets out a happy neigh as the Taxi Driver puts back on her helmet and lightly knocks on the carriage door. "You doing okay in there?"
"Quite." He responded. His head tilted at the odd, quirky scene.
"How much longer until the Lava Lands?"
Having reached the outskirts of the village, the Taxi Driver reaches for her front pocket. Moving to her side pocket, the result is the same—empty. Throwing a quick glance back at the village, she winces. "Uh, um, we'd be halfway there. Crossing over to Digg-Diggington. Much quiter, and more sensible too. Yeah."
Climbing back into the driver's seat, she urges the Mecha-Horse forward. "And who wouldn't like to visit the birthplace of one of Knighton's greatest Nexo Knights?" This remark is followed up with a weak laugh. "Be going then. Hiyah!"
The always dependable Mecha-Horse rides off. This time, with a bit more thought for the traveler seated in the carriage.
"Quite." He responded. His head tilted at the odd, quirky scene.
"How much longer until the Lava Lands?"
Having reached the outskirts of the village, the Taxi Driver reaches for her front pocket. Moving to her side pocket, the result is the same—empty. Throwing a quick glance back at the village, she winces. "Uh, um, we'd be halfway there. Crossing over to Digg-Diggington. Much quiter, and more sensible too. Yeah."
Climbing back into the driver's seat, she urges the Mecha-Horse forward. "And who wouldn't like to visit the birthplace of one of Knighton's greatest Nexo Knights?" This remark is followed up with a weak laugh. "Be going then. Hiyah!"
The always dependable Mecha-Horse rides off. This time, with a bit more thought for the traveler seated in the carriage.
The king watched the scenery and kept an eye out, confused as to what he'd gotten himself into.
