Together They Make Ninety [Wedding/Open]

[Capsule]

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@dindeen

Poor Fiver, incredibly confused as to what was going on, was placated with a large and juicy strawberry. The rabbit's little mouth was soon stained red with the blood of the plump fruit, and lingered despite him licking and dabbing at his lips. He was such a messy little rabbit. Fiver would have asked for more, but the owner of this glorified pet pet was too busy talking with a girl buried under miles of fabric. The rabbit growled and thumped as he was unceremoniously dropped onto the pew.

"…My three sizes? What?" Capsule had no idea what was going on, or why the slightly taller than usual Caer (was she wearing high heels?) was asking about her measurements. "Uuuh…" Her voice trailed off at the mention of a dress (yeah, right!) "Um, small, skinny and uh…" She made a gesture with her hands. "I don't know. I'm good without a dress, though, thanks?" If there was a dress code, she had missed it, and was really not keen on wearing something she'd never wear again. 'I don't even have matching shoes for this.'

While she was dodging around Caer's rather blunt questions, the large hermit crab had remerged from her shell, apparently fascinated by the little Samurai. Capsule watched as claws poked at Caer's hair, dress and arms. «How absolutely charming,» Aranea cooed as she continued to fuss over Caer. «This shell is so flimsy that you could punch right through it, but I do adore the colors!» A small, pink starfish was left to dangle from Caer's hair, and judging by his soft, woeful cries of "Por que," was not happy with this development -

Capsule blinked and shifted around in her seat as a large cart came wheeling into the abbey. She squinted at the huge flower pot seated in the middle of it, and nearly jumped out of her seat when something quickly began to grow. Nope nope nope. The Enchanter did not need the little flower bud, dubbed Chibi Maya-chan, tucked behind her ear to tell her what that was. She quickly ducked under her seat when the huge red flower emerged, and was joined by an even nervous Fiver. The last thing either of them wanted was to be doused with the Miasma Cloud or dragged into the air by plant like tentacles.

After Maya-chan made her loud and noisy exit, Capsule and Fiver would slowly emerge from their hiding spots. Dobby was lurking behind the pew, turning his earthen body from side to side as he tried to spot the absconded flower cart, and Aranea had retreated to her shell. Capsule quickly returned the golem back to his slot, and instructed Aranea to move from the aisle and behind the pew, so that she would not get in the way of the procession or whatever.

Fiver nudged Capsule in the ribs and pointed a paw at a rabbit in a small blue dress, of all things. "Who’s the babe in the two legged get up," he asked.

”…I think that’s Hrairoo.”

After a long moment of silence, Fiver said "I’d hit that."

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[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 45 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
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Mab just smiled to Tobin. He seemed distracted and busy. She would leave him to deal with his trials and tribulations in peace. It did not seem easy to be the dude to wed people. Mab had not really thought of this, but wouldn’t it have made more sense to have a priest of some kind to lead the ceremony? Mab shrugged it off. It was none of her business anyways. She seated herself but she had not been there long before there was a rabbit in a dress poking her in her side. Hrairoo looked magnificent.

“You look great!”

Mab said beaming towards the rabbit. Mab felt pretty radiant herself too; but the dress the rabbit with the club wore was cute... maybe too cute? Mab had no clue if the frenmic rabbit was a boy or a girl. Not that it mattered. The rabbit looked cute and it was that simple. It seemed the rabbit had decided that Mab needed to be seated elsewhere. The sunny girl followed the rabbit all the way to the front rows. Mab had not thought she should sit there and felt guilty as she passed a bunch of people. The rabbit was adamant and before she knew it the girl was seated on the second row from the front. Of course on the bride’s side. Caer would have enough people coming for her. Someone needed to support Kumori too.

Once Mab was seated the rabbit would probably return to @dindeen

From her new seat Mab looked around to see if there were people she knew and liked. In the back of the room a cart was rolled up with a ginormous flower bouquet. That solved the flower question Mab decided surprised. She sorta understood the dwarfs annoyance better now that she could see the cart leaving through the wall, instead of the door.

What Mab struck as odd was the fact that there were people there from the same guild... she just hadn’t met them yet. This seemed a promising day. A wedding and a chance to make new friends. Mab hoped the pair would like her wedding present. For now the present was not with her, it was a pain to carry around and that would be given later anyways. She would fetch it at the right time. There were some familiar faces, but none she felt comfortable talking to just yet. Instead the druid spent her time looking around the venue. There must have been hundreds of people busy decorating this place. It looked lovely. She wondered who thought about all this. Her bets were on Kumori. Mab was unsure if the boy sitting next to her was Reynard though he did look familiar she just wasn’t sure.

“Hello...”

Mab said to the guy next to her.

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Man, do I feel sorry for what's-his-name...hard to secure the area when people are literally bursting in through the walls. The sights (and in some cases, smells) had distracted him so much that he almost didn't hear his friend's/leader's question. First there was the meetup with Hiro, in which it seemed like forever since he'd seen him, accompanied by a girl. His date/girlfriend/waifu? Then there were all these new faces that had joined the guild, like the two guarding the rooms from earlier. Then there was that one red-head who could've been the poster child for chaos as she came careening through the wall with the defensive golem linebacker. Seriously, it was like the Incredible Hulk and the Kool-Aid Man had some sort of really creepy love child. And then there was a pot. When it was first wheeled in, the guardian thought this was someone's lame joke of providing a 'dirt cake' for the day's festivities of merry-making and face-stuffing. Nope, just a mini-Mayahuel who filled the air with that horrid poison mist. Goddamit, Maya-chan. "Huh? Oh yeah, this is real. I'm questioning whether or not I'm losing my sanity at the moment, but no worries. This is all happening in the now." As he said "now" he held out his arms in front of him, moving them around while waggling his fingers as if the Now was some sort of primal cosmic force that was just out of his reach. Nope. Just left-over bits of Miasma Cloud. Ox went ahead and pinched himself, just in case this was all a dream. After feeling satisfied with the results, he went ahead and pinched Kumori to assure him that this was happening. Right now. At this moment. On his wedding day. With a giant centipede as his ring-bearer that seemed to be observing the guardian while clicking its pincers. "Aw crud, I almost forgot!" He dug around in his pocket, pulling out the small box that contained the ring inside. He held it out tentatively towards the designated ring-bearer, not sure as to how it would grab the tiny box. Pincers? Appendages? Balance it on top of its head? Regardless of the method, he was glad that about half of his best man duties were already over with. Now all he had to do was stand there and be his usual charming self as the rest of the ceremonies went on. As long as nothing else happened, it should go off without a hitch. But then again, golems were busting through the walls, and deadly flowers were puking non-lethat poisons everywhere, so what else could possibly go wrong?

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[kittygrey]

Ame smiled widely as Reynard turned to face her, his stern face turning into one of happiness. Her tail began to wag gracefully as he spoke and she answered with a simple, "Yes, you as well." She felt her ears twitch as he continued on, letting out a small giggle at his seemingly annoyance of being made security, though she wondered what security would be needed for. As he told her that he needed no help and to just enjoy, she nodded, smiling widely again once he told her where to sit. She looked over at the spot, but quickly looked back once he had begun speaking. She tilted her head as he got cut off and smiled to the man passing them. Then looked back waiting as he once again tried to say something, of which was unsure to her, and he stopped mid sentence. She felt her head tilt to the other side as he excused himself. She watched his ears fall flat, along with his tail and wondered what had happened, but then he looked behind him and shook his head to a pretty, young girl, dressed to the nines. Her eyes widened as she looked to her as well, though she wondered why he had shook his head to her, she couldn't help but stare while her face beamed at the girl. 'She must be the bride. Wow, she looks gorgeous!' Her thoughts were interrupted as Reynard, once again, tried to speak to her, and, once again, went off down the hall after a golem.

Wow, whatever he was trying to say must have been important because even after racing away, he came back and continued trying to tell her whatever he was trying to tell her. She let out a loud laugh as a cart rolled by, cutting the poor guy off again! Her tail wagged happily and she stared at the large red flower that had just popped up out of no where. She spotted Reynard, slightly having an anxiety attack, or so it would look to her, and subtly, she would pat his back. He told her that they should sit and she followed him to the spot he had pointed out earlier. She slid into the spot beside him, hoping that it was okay that she was there, and looked up at the alter. A man stood there now, and Ame felt her face begin to glow. She had never been to wedding and she was so happy to see people there that she knew, and was also excited for the after party where she would meet people that she had yet to know. She just couldn't wait. Her ears twitched slightly, listening to the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and her tail was attempting to show it's happiness as well as it attempted to wag, though, it was currently having issues as it was posted up between her back and the back of the hue that she sat in.

She breathed in deeply, waiting with anticipation. She had gotten a quick flash of the bride but she hadn't been able to fully see her dress, so that was probably the one thing she wanted to see the most. The whole thing made her wonder if she would ever get married, but with her face beginning to turn pink, she stopped her thought process. She couldn't think about that now, she had some one else's wedding to watch!

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[Scoria]

Scoria was quietly a little bit upset that he hadn't known Caerbannog and Kumori were an item until he heard of the wedding. He didn't let it show, of course, and knew it was largely his fault for not keeping contact anyway, but... Well, it kind of stung. Just a little bit. Not enough to not go, and definitely not enough to wish them both well. He had suited up, as one might expect, and was now in the process of making sure the forest sprite was presentable. It was... more difficult than he had originally anticipated. She just seemed incredibly excited for some reason and he had to slowly make sure she was ready. Something like that. Scoria sat himself down and continued fidgeting with the sprite's attire until she looked decent... enough. It would be hard to find something formal enough for her, considering her 'flower skirt', but this would do. Hopefully. Standing up straight and getting ready to go, he waved to the pie maker on his way out. He had borrowed her house to help get Alraune ready and got her advice on what to wear. They were almost to the Cathedral when Alraune decided to stop and focus. Her hair bristled, shaking slightly, and one of the bulbs on her hair made a 'poff' sound and flowered gently, almost as though it was an accessory. "Hoooh..."

The forest sprite was saying something about how she was great, but also took a moment to pull Scoria down and pop something on his head. Eh? She made a fuss about him not checking it and it being for his own good and some nonsense like that and, at that point, Scoria was concerned she'd make such a fuss he'd have to stop and fix her hair and dress once more, so he just let it go and walked towards the Cathedral. Him and his bunny ears in tow, along with the forest sprite. Although the plan was to go straight to the Cathedral, Scoria took a detour to a flower field he knew quite well and cast Golem Construction on the flowers themselves, creating a small golem of about three feet that was made purely from flowers. After that, he and his two 'children' headed straight to their destination. They arrived at the Cathedral soon and found it to be quite bustling. How late were they? Very... very late. Maybe. Scoria huffed and quietly nodded to himself that bringing the flower creature along had been a good idea. Quite a number of familiar faces had shown up and Scoria tried to discretely vanish into the crowds, so to speak. His glare didn't really help matters, but he sent his golem off to run around and hand people flowers and throw flowers around everywhere. It seemed rather happy to do so.

And Scoria would have vanished into the crowds in no time at all, had Alraune not uncharacteristically been tugging at his pants and looking rather nervous. Her gaze was stuck on Caerbannog, as though afraid to approach the very dressed up lady. Scoria almost scoffed and nudged her along with his knee, sending 'Kaguya' stumbling towards Caerbannog. Scoria himself did his best to vanish into the crowd, as his glare would not recede even at this occasion, but he really did wish the two well. He'd tell them so later. The forest sprite demurely stumbled over to Caerbannog, who seemed to be surrounded by so many people, but then people were moving to their seats, so she faltered and tried to figure out what to do. She could talk to Caerbannog or go back to her seat or... Spinning in circles, the teenaged sprite nervously bowed her head towards Caerbannog and called out quickly. "Auntie! ご結婚おめでとう！" Had she screwed that up? Probably. She was too nervous to remember what Scoria had told her, so she simply found herself a seat on the bride's side quietly and quickly, hiding. Despite her nervous attitude, she was very happy for her auntie/onee-san/friend and releasing her pollen as a sign of such, while Scoria kept casually casting Cure Bloom to throw more of a nice flowery scent everywhere from the groom's side. The golem in the back was standing in a corner at attention, doing not much except kind of cheering both sides on.

Druid

A suit, huh? The attire was somewhat strange to Renai, but he fit into it quite well and had managed to get it fitted decently well. Renai quickly snuck into the hall and sat on the groom's side, slipping into his seat quietly and without much fuss. He was here to applaud and congratulate two people being joined together, a rather wonderful occasion. He was a little late, he knew, but as long as he didn't make a fuss... There was a number of things he could be fussing over or trying to help out with, but he was honored to have simply received an invitation at all. Sort of. Well, he was known somewhat distantly to both the groom and bride, so he had shown up. Now, he was trying his best not to mend people's clothes or clean up and simply just cheer on both parties. A few people he knew, but he was somewhat of a recluse after all, so... Well anyway, less about him, more about the two being joined together. The ceremony seemed to be ready to start up soonish?

Enchanter

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Aw, Reynard was no fun. He just shook his head and said nothing in response to Caerbannog’s telepathic call. At least Capsule humored her with two of her three sizes, which the bride mentally noted; she could tell Kumori about it later, and maybe he could make a dress based on those vague descriptions. Maybe. Just as Caer was wondering what color the enchanter’s dress should be, the hermit crab put something squishy on her hair. It was a starfish that went pretty well with the flowers in the bride’s hair, and so she tipped her head a bit towards the crab and uttered a simple ‘Thank you!’ Afterwards, Caerbannog noticed a pretty girl who walked towards her. What a nice dress, it strangely looked similar to what she sent - Pwyll?! The bride’s eyes lit up brightly as she clapped and let out a high-pitched squee. As the swashbuckler greeted her, Caer ran around him twice and looked the dress over. She then stopped in front of him and clapped again. “You look great!” she exclaimed. But before she could say anything else, something massive and rather out of place rolled into the Abbey. On the handcart, there sat a gigantic flower pot like I don’t know what even. Flower... pot... gigantic... MAYA-CHWAN?! Caerbannog coughed as a cloud of miasma was released. One hand covered her mouth while the dominant one was used to take her iron chain out of the inventory, which was then equipped onto the same hand. Even if it was her wedding day, she would fight! In a dress! Just because! Oh wait, Maya-chwan just wanted to leave a present. With the black iron chain still wrapped around her right arm, Caerbannog skipped over to the six-foot tall bouquet to make sure that it was sufficiently harmless. The wolf-hair also yelled out a very brutish “THANK YOU!” after Maya-chwan as she ran through the wall, but the field boss probably did not hear that. After that commotion, the dwarf momentarily lost his composure- or maybe that was dwarven composure? Anyway, he yelled at everyone and that reminded Caerbannog to put away her weapon. She wouldn’t want to accidentally punch a hole through someone, right? A little way behind her, a golem made of flowers was giving itself or its relatives away to the crowd. That made for a nice change of atmosphere especially with the miasma cloud which still lingered before it dissipated completely. A familiar voice that yelled for her ‘auntie’ and a greeting in Japanese followed. It was pretty little Kaguya! Oh, she was prettier than before... was that even possible? The bride shrieked in glee; just then, she noticed that everyone was ready for the ceremony but really, there was an all-important question: who’s going to walk Caerbannog down the aisle? Foreman Mukade IX would have done so, if he wasn’t the ring-bearer. He did not know who @0x1dea was, but the guardian was speaking in a rather friendly manner to the assassin, and so the elite centipede decided it would be to his best interest if he did not run his maxillipeds through the adventurer’s face. Supposedly, Mukade would have to hold a small object for the bride and groom, that much the centipede knew- oh, was that it? The one that the other adventurer held out for him to take? It was so much smaller than cake. The centipede carefully lowered his maxillipeds towards the guardian’s hand, minding his movements so that he would not accidentally slice the young man’s fingers from his hand, and then he held the box much like how an old man with chopsticks would hold a delicious piece of dim sum. The centipede had passed his first trial earlier: the door. Adventurers with their many-appendaged appendages could open them, but someone like Foreman Mukade would have to find another opening if the adventurers had not opened the door for him. His next trial: the box. It was tucked safely between his maxillipeds, very close to the creature’s maw. Another trial: the stairs. Why do adventurers make such difficult-to-use paths? Can you imagine a centipede going down those steps? Nope. Mukade hopped onto the wall of the Abbey and scuttled down across it to the end of the hall, which would lead to the altar. He settled down rather gracefully amidst shocked landers, until he found himself in a pinch. His bow tie was out of place, exactly two inches to the left side of his neck. With his maxillipeds occupied by the box, he could not fix the bow tie... oh wait, antennae. Right. Mukade put his bow tie into its correct spot, right on the middle of his neck, by using his glowy antennae. Perfect.

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

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It was hard to believe that such chaos could ensue within the short span of time he had been at the Abbey. It was so surprising, in fact, that he had to stop and slowly process what had just occurred while scanning the crowd for any more surprises as he searched for an empty seat in vain.

It all began when one of the walls of the Abbey was smashed to admit an Animal Tamer on a Golem, accompanied by an assortment of other mobs, some of which he recognized was from the Thames Coastline he never made the time to visit. Maybe he would go there if he ever remembered to purchase wet gear. Caerbannog was walking around greeting people, which he supposed might be normal at a normal wedding. But he would not know, for he had never been to a wedding prior to this one, and he was most certainly unable to attend a wedding in the real world, so this was probably as close to the real thing as he could get.

What happened next was the strangest of all. A massive handcart carrying an equally gargantuous flower pot burst into the alley. A big, red, flower grew from the pot within the span of a few seconds, and he quickly recognized it as the field boss, Maledict Mayahuel, albeit seemingly smaller than the size the stronger Adventurers who went to fight it said it was. In any case, it made some loud noises, which made him consider switching from Pathfinder to Animal Tamer just so he could find out what it was saying, assuming plants counted as animals. It shot out a Miasma Cloud and after more noises, tossed a huge flower bouquet into the crowd, probably in Caerbannog's direction. Well, that was a surprisingly nice field boss. It left by smashing its way through a wall, which somehow regenerated itself in a couple of seconds. Weird.

A pretty girl who seemed extremely embarrassed about something walked up to congratulate the bride, followed by more commotion as more people poured in from virtually every entrance available, save the windows. It was also at this time that he noticed Tobin stuffing some stuff under everyone's chairs, but he made no comment about it. They would probably find out what was inside in due time.

A Foreman Mukade IX with a bowtie struggled around the Abbey, so he assumed it was another of Caer's pets. Damnit, the Animal Tamer subclass was looking better by the second. If he had the inclination to grind a new subclass from scratch he might just do it, but he'll save that for another day.

Apparently, someone thought it was a good idea to bring fireworks to the wedding. With all the jousting and pushing, it came as no surprise that a stray one got lit and shot itself into the air, though he was surprised someone even brought such a thing in the first place. The stray firework spun in a few crazy circles and exploded just above Tobin, showering him in golden glowy stuff.

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Word count: 514
Total word count (Swashbuckler): 501 + 514 = 1015
OOC: N/A

[lukavminaev]

Wow, this party sure is crazy. Something suddenly dropped from the ceiling with monster indication on it, and some adventurers were ready for battle, but it turned out to be a bundle of flowers present. We were lucky since we have chosen the corner spot, so the uproar not really affects this part of cathedral before it finally calmed down. The old lady hugs my arm and asks me if it still okay to stay here. I tell her that there are many adventurers that currently here, and most of them may be on high level, so it will be safe. She looks at me for moment, but then she is just nodding in agreement. Really? Just like that? I look at her in surprise for not questioning me any further. I have long story with some old people in this world and most of them probably end up questioning me more in time like this. That’s why I don’t inform them or decide to invite any of them when I thought about attending this wedding. Also, considering they have their job, it will be bad idea to drag them here. Even without all that, I haven’t spotted any familiar persons yet that I can introduce to them, so it will gives them the opposite effect rather than what I hope them be. Like this situation when I am looking around, everywhere I see there are people enjoying their time, some of them even currently engaged in happy conversation. I look at their direction and let out long sigh, then scrub my furry cheek, thinking if I can also converse like that. So many people here and the area sure is big enough to hold all of them. I just realize inside the cathedral was this big, since I don’t spent too much time here after my revivals sometimes ago. Only when there is a party like this then its vastness is really shown.

I am looking across the area and spotted three fox tail players I have meet long ago. Two of them seem currently happy conversing with each other. They seem enjoy the party a lot. I can see by looking at their waging tails that I found it cute. I put my palm on my mouth to hide my smile and only cover part of it with my fingers. Ah yeah, the party sure is enjoyable even from this side. With so many people to see, I can try to relate their enjoyment with myself. So, I don’t really feel lonely even if I am just sitting alone here, enjoying the party like a bear mascot. Hmph, not so bad. I let loose my arm that now swinging beside me and just looking up to the ceiling, resting myself while admiring the construction of building. A soft rub on my arm suddenly pulls me back to reality. I turn my gaze to the side and found the old lady currently shivering, which confuses me. So, I put my palm on her arm and trace where she is looking at. Oh shi… that would be the largest centipede I’ve seen so far, and now it walks on the wall. Wait, didn’t we meet already when we encounter the groom, or I am not paid too much attention that time? meh, I think I was too distracted back then. I scrub my cheek again because I don’t know how to handle that, and afraid if that was part of the party, so my instinct tells. So I just hug the old lady for moment and suggest her to stand, and guide her to the area where there is not much people, it will helps her to recuperate for a while. It must be hard for Landers to keep surprised with everything happened around them since catastrophe, keeping eyes to the players antic that suddenly brought here from real world. I think it may hard enough for them already to support the livelihood of players by giving their services around. After all this world need adventurers, and in this world Landers can support themselves for their own daily lives excluding when facing some monsters. So, there is not much I can think of when handling some Landers in this situation, except by supporting her like normal old lady in real world. Ah, am I whining again? I thought I was just in deep thought. A sudden giggle from the old lady caught me off guard. I trace where she looks again and found a golemn formed creature made from flowers raised from it and then walk around following an adventurer. I take the time to find a seat for us and guide her to there. We can see the center clearly from here, so it’s not too bad for a seat.

I try to bring out some topics for the lady, so we have something to do before the main event start. We just chat about anything from the foods to children behaviors. I don’t understand most of it, so I just nod on every occasion to inform her that I still listen to her story. It of course unattractive for young generation and I don’t find it will be even if I bear to listen on it to the end. However, when I try to follow the way she thinks of and understand the story, it will shown its meaningful way on its own uniqueness that sometimes can tickles in very old way of humor, or so I thought. “So, is there anything you want to give for the groom?” I blink for moment before answering “Ah, maybe not for the groom, but I thought of a memento for the bride” I scroll around my player menu to look for the name of small gift I prepared. I hope she won’t mind, considering its minor advantage. I take a look around to find the where about of the bride, and spotted her currently among her friends. So, I decide to close the menu and enjoy the party.

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[Tobin]

(OOC: Anyone who still wants to join the wedding can join, just it’s fine to make the assumption you got here earlier. At the moment I’m just setting the atmosphere up so that they can begin, when ready.)

Word Count: 670

As the crowd continued to filter into their seating arrangements, the squat continued to watch on with a mellowed gaze. The alcohol coursing through his blood seemed to be finally kicking in, a slight smile picked up on his face as he saw Mab, Kitty and Reynard together and he gestured over there with a single wave and he made a single gesture that looked kind of like a pair of recovers, two fingers pointers pointing directly at them and two curved below, in a cupped shape that he appeared to fire with a click of his tongue. Only Kitty was likely to know that the same gesture had been used to ruffle her ears. Oh that dwarf. As he chuckled, a firework went off over him, causing the squat to hop a meter up in the air as a golden shower cascaded over him.

“DON’T YA KNUW WHO I AM? I’M DA DWARGANORT BITCH, I’LL GIV YA A GOLD SHOWER IF I EVAR FIND YOU!”

A volley of explicit curses left his lips as he put his hands into his robes and pelted a few metal balls in the general direction of the firework that all missed spectacularly. So much for being relaxed, now he was irritated again. With a nod of his head he gestured toward one of the nuns.

-Screw it, people hav’ been waiting long enough, ready or not, Kumori and Caer, here it comes.-

“Can ya get the penist, I mean, Organist, ta play some tunes? tha’ta way any who hav’ yet ta arrive can get the message tha’ we will be startin’ soon. By the end of tha’ fourth song, we start.”

Of course the dwarf wasn’t very religious himself, so the selection of the hymns was left rightfully to the order of the Abby. The biped rose from where he stood and stepped behind the abbey and with a couple of deep breaths, spoke loudly above the general din. Though traces of his dwarfen accent still carried it was difficult to speak in the dialect constantly, so he spoke clearly with a less gruff accent, instead he opted for his more native tongue, an light scouse accent with an Irish lilt.

“Howdeh Party people! The service will be startin’ in between 10 ta 15 minutes, so make sure ya do ya refreshment runs and sit down befora ta service starts. Just as a notice before we begin this service, I had ta make an amendment or two to the script. Mainly to the “till death does us part” line. Namely because death is a simple inconvenience ‘ere, it would get friggin’ annoyin’ if we had ta have a new weddin’ every time someone died. Besides, I am not about ta let Kumori get oaf tha’ lightly. I hope I not offended any ya out there by tha’, just this is for the sake of practicality.

There was a pause as the Dwarf cast a steady glance around the room, at the sheer variety humanoids that had turned up to the occation. Of all shapes and sizes, except Halfling. The dwarf felt a peculiar twinge in his chest at this. Though he joked a lot about being the last of a dying race, the realisation that he was most probably true, alone in his choice, felt most peculiar. The pause was only momentary and the dwarf made no outward signs side from a crooked grin, Tobin had played the role for long enough to mask peculiarities like that.

“So get ya arses seated ‘n’ get ready, because this parteh, is about ta get, STARTED-”

*Crunch*

The Halfling cast a shifty glance down through his rose tinted spectacles, having noticed that his equipped gauntlet had punched into the marble, the marble crumbled as he withdrew his implement from the hard surface, to find his name –TOBIN- imprinted in the alter in big bold letters. A soft rumble confirmed his amusement as he finished with a softer mumble as the atmospheric bellow of the organ began to reverberate through the hallowed walls. It had begun, whether the power couple were ready or not.

“In 10 minutes.”

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Pwyll, or rather Yuu, went red from ear to ear as he saw Kyuu's eyes sparkle. As the samurai circled him, not once, but twice, he couldn't help but shirnk himself down by lowering his head, bending his knees slightly and bringing his arms closer in front. Why was the skirt so short in the front?! After the inspection was over with, he was complimented on his attire. Flustered for a response, there were three things he wanted to say. First would be how Caer looked better, second being that wearing such a thing was embarrassing, and third would have been how the hell she got a perfect fit dress for him. But before he could voice any of this, the bride was carried off to the next event happening inside the Abbey. Left with a mouth wide open and hand outstretched to call back to her, Pwyll resigned himself to his fate. With nothing he could possibly do about it now, he looked at the seating to find somewhere near the back of the room on the bride's side. Asking a couple of the adventurers, the guys were easily flustered to see him talking to them. Or rather, they believed a cute girl was talking to them, something that probably didn't happen even in real life if they were the type to play games all day. Finally getting an answer out of them, Yuu found himself calmer than earlier. Maybe he was getting use to the looks. Looking towards the seating he was told about, he exhaled in relief to know where he was headed. Walking slowly so as to not appear to be in a rush, he found a seat and sat down. It was rather close to the entrance of the cathedral, so he could probably escape straight away. But maybe sitting at the front would have been better? That way, he could congratulate the bride and groom at the end of the ceremony. Speaking of which, isn't it normal to kiss at the end? Tilting his head for a while, Yuu tried to imagine that stoic Samurai doing such a thing in front of so many people. Leaning back in his seat and coming to a relaxed position, Yuu closed his eyes so he could think on some things while waiting for the ceremony to start. While like this, he seemed like a bisque doll in the corner of the room. Considering the look of the cathedral, she (or he) would fit in perfectly if wearing white. If not for the height, it would make a good prank to trick people with. Just use some Ante Up on inventory items to scare people, and bob's your uncle. Back in his mind, Yuu was thinking about weddings. Personally, he had never been to one but had read about them and seen them in movies. His adoptive parents were already together when he was taken in with his adopted brother. Despite this not being reality, this would be his first real wedding. What he knew was that there was some long reception, greetings, the ceremony which is also long, greeting the bride and groom, dinner and party, and presents. Wait, presents? OH NO! Yuu had forgotten all about it! What should he do, what should he do?! He had nothing physical to give them, not to mention the only physical stuff you could get would be either vanity clothing or items related to combat. If anything, he could play both Violin and Piano, so maybe a musical performance? Or a dance? Oh, what to do?! Maybe offer himself? Psh, he'd be a manikin for the rest of his game life if he did. Sighing, Yuu opened his eyes. He wasn't looking forward to some long ceremony. But maybe since this was a reception by adventurers, for adventurers, then perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps it would just be the couple saying their vow and ending with that. If so, that would be nice. Have some tasty cake and move on. Just hopefully nothing would go wrong. Something always goes wrong in his opinion. Maybe some adventurers would revive after being slaughtered by an army of mobs moving inland. In any case, the cross-dressing swashbuckler exhaled and returned to watching the surroundings, listening to the 'priest' who happened to be a dwarf. They must have high expectations of him. Just hopefully he can keep the process short. He already seems to have a short temper, but maybe he can stand above everyone. Yeah, probably not. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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[Bast]

As a large pot came in Bast was still going through the polite but draining task of getting to a random seat in the middle where a single seat had been left, so through “Excuse me”, “Pardon me’s” and “what a lovely staff, did you get that from a carpenter or a blacksmith I can never tell what’s needed for these things?” While doing this a giant plant some gas decided to enter via the pot and exit via the wall. Bast would like to think this was bizarre but somehow crab pets, the local brewer as the priest and a centipede to bare the ring,

He was starting to adjust to these things. He wanted to wave to Tobin but it seemed he was busy being a slightly sane individual in a position of authority in a wedding of some of the greatest adventures…and greatness breeds difference and well here lays a place filled with difference. That was great in itself.

“So get ya arses seated ‘n’ get ready, because this parteh, is about ta get, STARTED-”

-Good to see Tobin taking charge and to see things underway.-

“In 10 minutes.”

-Ahh- Bast thought guessing he had time to kill then and tried to find something to keep his mind occupied for the period, he wondered how much thinking and toying with what he’d brought could be done while he waited.

-Hmm I wonder if Tobin got the job because of his closeness to the couple, his class as monk having some religious connotations or for his skills in controlling a crowd in his own little way-

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[Kumori]

	HP 100% Regen 5HP every 5s MP 100% Regen 5MP every 5s	Kumori :: Level 77 :: Assassin Armor: Cuirass of Shadows with Cloak of Darkness Main Weapon: Night’s Kiss by 黒 with Nectar Scabbard and Alvan Blade by 黒 Quick Slot: Heaven's Wrath by 黒 Other: Something
WC: 710	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

Well, it was quite a sight to see Maya-chwan all well and… wait… well and alive?! “E-everyone get… down?” he stopped himself and scratched his head. His hands were already on his daggers and his body bent to push off of his legs to engage the field boss they had met at the Saville Flower Gardens. He breathed in the miasma, but nothing happened. They were in town as well. It seemed that they were immune to all effects done by monsters. At least the automatic defense system didn’t kick in another wall and force even more repairs to be made that would be magically done in seconds later.

Ryuu watched as people started to enter the Abbey. He looked and saw a woman enter the room baring her absolute territory for everyone to see. While this was something that Ryuu thought highly of, this day was about his beloved and how they would be betrothed. It would be unfaithful of him to be swindled and tempted by something so simple on the most important day of the couple’s life. Usually, women dream about their marriages as little girls. He could only think that his soon-to-be wife had no such dreams and no such imagination for such an event. Welp, that’s what he was here for, anyways.

The assassin, as rare as it is to say, was agreeing with the dwarf when he was saying he was getting sick of people destroying their guild house.

Ryuu turned to Oxford who said that he may be losing his sanity. “Don’t worry… I think after seeing what just happened… we’re not the ones losing our sanity…” he said to him, patting his shoulder. It was true. No sane person would run into a wall… He got pinched and looked at Oxford. “Thanks for the reassurance, I guess,” he said, shrugging. While he didn’t think he was dreaming, he did find it extremely bizarre for all of this to happen all at once. I guess when you invite the entire world… weird things are bound to happen.

He then noticed that no one would be able to walk Kyuu down the aisle. Ryuu looked all around the room, and then looked at Oxford. It would be most fitting if someone close to the bride to walk her down, but he presumed that the best man could serve a similar function. He looked at @0x1dea and then motioned his hand towards Kyuu. “If you would, could you accompany her down the aisle? I think it’d be most fitting,” he said to him. He waited for his answer and hoped that it would be a yes. He unequipped his weapons so that he did not look out of place and only had his tuxedo. He hoped that his waifu would be just as happy about this day as he would be. Ryuu smiled at all that were here. The festivities were about to start, and the most important thing about this day was about to happen.

After all would be said and done, the richest people of Elder Tales would also host a huge banquet. All the adventurers and distinguished People of the Land were invited. They were given hand written (by a scribe) invitations to join. There would be plenty of food to go around, and most importantly… booze, party, and fun! Anyways, time to start the wedding. Their vows would be the first thing to happen. To signify their union, they would pour different colored sand into a glass container… the colors of green and blue. They would do so together, creating a swirl of sand which would symbolize their everlasting union. It was a union that could not die out or fade like a plant or like candles… sand was permanent, so long as it stayed in the glass container and did not break.

His legs began to shake and his hands began to sweat. He was nervous… but he was also elated. Ryuunosuke Oshiiro was about to wed Kyuu Schwarz. This would be the happiest time of their lives… and he hoped that if they ever got out of this hellhole, they would be able to translate it to the real world. “Dwarf… let’s get started,” he nodded to the officiator.

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The four-meter long centipede stood up as straight and as high as he could. Caerbannog had explained to him earlier that he had to hold on to something important which he would give to her and her enslaved meat baby assassin at some point. While Foreman Mukade IX waited for a signal because he really had no clue as to when he should walk to the altar, he noticed a dark-haired blue-eyed few-legged meat baby staring at him. Now, a human would have told Icyferno that it was rude to stare, but Mukade was a centipede; a centipede who actually liked attention. The massive creature opened its maw into a horrifying smile and waved his left antennae at the swashbuckler. His attention was grabbed just then by the dwarf’s voice which echoed through the Abbey. “Such a loud sound from such a small, stocky meat baby,” Mukade noted. He then stopped smiling and waving, and just waited for the signal to hand over the goods. As for Caerbannog, oh she was so excited! It was exactly what she’d dreamt of all her life: a small gathering with friends in a very normal setting, getting hitched to a tall, dark, handsome and very manly-looking... oh, who am I kidding. All Kyuu ever went to weddings for was cake, and her own wedding was no exception. She looked forward to the idea of having cake after the ceremony. Was it vanilla? Red velvet? Maybe a gigantic mousse?! Did it have many flowers that could be devoured? Did it have a lot of cream? Oh, she would stuff her face full of the thing! But enough about daydreams of cake and cream. How were weddings supposed to go? Caer knew that she had to stand at the end of the carpeted walk thing area... and then... and then what? She usually fell asleep during wedding ceremonies! The samurai looked around: she needed a father. Oh, and there was just the right person! He had seated himself close to the doorway, it was fate! “Be my dad!” Caerbannog exclaimed as she ran up to Pwyll and tugged at his sleeve, “Walk me down the aisle!” Never mind that he was too young to be anyone’s father... Pwyll was wearing a dress. But who are we to question Caerbannog? She’s the bride, damn it! This is her wedding day! The samurai kept tugging at the young man’s sleeve until he stood up and took his place next to her, or until someone more sensible volunteered to walk the wolf-hair down the aisle. The wedding must start... Caerbannog cannot wait any longer for cake!

[Pwyll]

It's every shameful fall, every mistake that I've made Pwyll, or rather Yuu as he was feeling now, cautiously sat in the back row, keeping his knees together. It wouldn't be good if anyone saw up his skirt. He would probably die of embarrassment if they did. Looking into his menu, he checked for the settings to see if there was something in there he desperately wanted to turn off. After a bit of a look, he found what it is he wanted. Pressing the interface, his name tag disappeared. If anyone were to search for him later, they would have no name to go by at least. They could still see his class, and if in a party, name as well. It was typically an inconvenience for others which is why he left it on, despite playing two personas. The white knight in armor and the blacksmith feminine person elsewhere. Right now, he was neither, and did not want to be known by his name. But, despite not wanting to stand out, something happened. Watching the bridge for a while, he noticed that she was coming towards him. And with that, the gaze of those around her. Wait, what?! No, nonono, oh please... but his thoughts were not transmitted. He did his best to keep his poker face on like he did that night drinking, but the redness in his expression was spreading. As for the cause, she quickly began tugging on his sleeve and asking a question. A question? No, more like a demand. Be the dad? The DAD?! In this dress?! Oh no... Walking her down the aisle, in a dress... could it be any worse for me? Wait, maybe they'll think we're sisters! After all, there's no father playing with their daughter in a game. In which case, a male best friend! Oh wait, that's me. Nande watashi~?! Mou~... During all this thought, the bride was tugging on his dress. Looks like there was no helping it. Resigning himself to this, he could only hope that everyone viewed him and his calm, otherwise rosy expression as a female through and through. The older sister would be the best situation, seeing as he was taller and looked similar thanks to his hair length and color. Standing up as calmly as he could, Yuu bowed to the bride and stood at the end of the aisle with her. Now he just had to make sure he didn't mess up, because all eyes were on him and the one next to him. Sure, he was use to being stared at, but for something like this?! Looking at the girl next to him, he wondered if she knew how to do this. Wait, what was that sparkling in her eye? Oh, that must be it. The cake. As he recalled, she loved the sweet drinks when they had that drinking game. Well, Yuu was quite looking forward to it as well. Sweet things were his weakness, after all. But he had to focus on the task at hand. Leaning down to whisper in her ear, he spoke some things so only she could hear. Hopefully the groom didn't have that listening skill. ｢Kyuu, please try to focus on what's happening here. If you do a good job, then you can have cake. It would taste better if you were eating it with your soon-to-be husband, right?｣ With that said, he tried not to look around and kept his sight reasonably straight ahead. As the room fell silent thanks to the dwarf, who was being the priest or whatever role it was, announced the start. When the music started playing, that would be the cue. He didn't have much knowledge on weddings himself, but he had a fair idea on how the father should be. In essence, it was the father handing over his daughter to the groom, guiding her there and then taking his seat. Hearing the music start, Yuu bowed to Kyuu and held out his arm. ｢If you would link arms with me, I'll walk you to your groom.｣ With that, he straightened his posture upon linking arms, assuming Kyuu's hand was holding his forearm with himself on her left. He would place his free hand on her and start walking. Nothing to it but to do it. With rosy cheeks and red ears, he did his best to stay calm despite the throbbing in his chest. That hand on hand was more for his own comfort. Reaching the front, he turned to the bride. Was the father suppose to say a few words here first? Well, he would anyway. ｢Guess I'll see you at the cake later. Please behave, watashi no musume.｣ Finishing with some Japanese and playing the role of father, he backed down and sat in the assigned seat. Taking a deep breath in, he exhaled slowly through the mouth to calm himself. Now to last through the rest of the ceremony. These are the scars that have brought me where I am

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[Tobin]

(OOC: As of the moment, while I am looking for Caer and Kumori's responces. Other people can respond. I would assume at this point everyone would be seated as the dwarf wouldn't start before then. So yeah, I talk alot. Wow.

Just dont' cause any serious trouble during this bit, there will be plenty of time for mayhem later. XD)

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The Dwarf gave a deep sigh as he saw Kumori arrive before him, the ceremony had yet to begun and already it was apparent that his nerves had gotten to him. Though they had been at odds about some small things, for a moment the Dwarf couldn’t help but have a slight pity for him, a feeling soon replaced by a slight chuckle as he enjoyed seeing that stony composure fracture under the heat of the occation. A finger propped his glasses up as he met Kumori’s gaze with that of his own, his pericing blue stare complimented by a slight playful grin that had always seemed to adorn his features.

“ ‘alrite buddeh, don’t ya be worryin’, I got tis undar control. Just close ya eyes, click ya heels three times ‘n’ it will be ovar befor’ ya know it.”

As Tobin spoke, his gaze flicked behind his guild leader to observe the beast that was Caer. Though as a surprise to him she was taking the occation in her stride, accompanied by a beautiful woman in the place that the father would take. His smile broadened as he flicked the rose tinted glasses down, it was strange to think that the vertically challenged girl was the closest thing Dwarf had to a real authority figure. Yet he never imagined her looking so lady like, though that may have been party due being oblivious to her true name, the quest of the cake.

“Howdy ther’ lassie, ya be lookin’ beautiful today. I’m glad, anyway, let’s say we get tis show on tha’ road.”

With that, the dwarf waited until the trailing notes of the last hymb before he would act. Then, as he drew the heavy air through his teeth, his eyes closed over as both of his hands rose before them, the white robes opened as he geastured out, as if to embrace the audience, the couple and even that person that the Dwarf hadn’t seen. Before he exhailed, the draft of air gently echoed into the silence of the great chamber, the tense atmosphere coursed through him like electricity. Before he spoke, softly.

“Sure ya wanna get married? Last chance now?”

Whatever the response, his only answer would be a smirk as he drew another deep breath. This time when the silence was broken the Dwarf known as Tobin Strider would defy all expectations in this great chapel, for this time he spoke crisp and clear, only a hint of the accent that he usually used remained as he projected his voice throughout the venue.

Yes, by the gods, the Dwarf was actually chose to take this occasion seriously. Mostly.

“All of you today are gathered to see the union of Ms. Caerbannog and Mr. Kumori-” There was a momentary pause as the dwarf glanced between two of them with a raised eyebrow, that said something along the lines of –Couldn’t even use your real name you cheapskates- “in this great abbey today. Perhaps it is only appropriate that these two should come ‘ere ta accept their vows from within this abby as here is where every adventurers second life once began. And third, and fourth, some even fifth but I digress. It seems only appropriate that before this alter, that they return here to begin a new adventure, not as in saving Kingdoms, questing for relics, or exploring dungeon’s deep, but to embark on the never ending quest of love. Though I’m sure will be a fair amount of dungeon raiding woven in later.”

“I first met the two most influentialadventurers in the land after I had wandered into the Kings Throne and later Lands End before I had found my way in this second life. They were exchanged in a drinking game with a few of you here in the ground. My first impressions? Caer was a school girl who loved to toss me at dangerous things and swallowed more then she could talk. Kumori on the other hand was a lollicon and obsessed with his ‘sister’, that combined with his overly serious deminor earned him several nicknames from myself, including captain serious, capt’in Stiffie, the lollicon man and more. Needless to say my opinion of them hasn’t changed much and ya know what? I love them fa it.”

There was a momentary pause, would there be laughter? Would there be laughter for such an honest account? It was bad taste to laugh at his own speeches, but he sniggered anyway.

“What has changed however is their feelings for one another that, over the time that I have known them had blossomed into something quite mircaclous, a wellspring that grew from a stream of curiosity to a river of understanding. To celebrate this they brought out the same chapel that had held the reception of royal weddings back in the old world, where we are all reborn every time we fall. Perhaps it is for that exact reason that we have chosen the service here today in celebration of a love that may last as long as that coil, for the good luck charm of a long lasting love with minor interruptions but with no end. Even death doesn’t do us part in this theatre, so even that isn’t a practically valid excuse to renounce your vows upon becoming deceased.”

A characteristic chuckle emerged from behind the alter, though that was one he soon stifled, now was not the time Tobin!

“In any case, before we get under session in the house of gods, can anyone suggest a lawful impediment that would prevent Kyuu and Ryuu from becoming man and wife? Aside from pedofilia, lolliconism, or that game entire families can play. I checked that already, she’s legal and they are not related. So any OTHER, lawful, Impediment?"

The dwarf held his silence for the novel 5 seconds, almost no one raised objections and he could hardly object to his own service, he carried on. If someone raised an objection and it was something silly and neither of the lovers was looking his way, he would slip in a sly wink. Though by the third objection he would raise an eyebrow and pull a pair of smooth iron balls that he would start to rub together, loudly. There would only be so much he would put up with silly objections and any beyond that would be silenced with a ball in their general direction.

“Now is about the time we would sing about the glory of all creation, but in truth I find such things would distract from the service and frankly I would lik’ta skip to ta good bit, though by all means, pray for them. Could tha’ ring barer bring tha rings ovar here?”

The dwarf allowed his accent to slip over his clear voice thus far and as the gaze turned to the monstrous centipede that would come marching down the aisle; the dwarf would take a crafty dwarf of the spirits hidden behind the counter. Yes, thank Christ his opening crawl was over. Pun intended.

(OOC: Feel free to control Tobin during the ring exchange vow. Just now seems to be a good as time as any to get a feel for the scene. He won’t mess around when it comes to the official declarations. Though I do have a slightly amended binding vow.)

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As random and strange occurrences died down, the analytical side of Ox began to kick in, estimating how much damage was caused and how much it would cost to fix it. Hopefully not as much as this place cost...good thing we have magic. Ox clenched his teeth behind closed lips as mentally beat the offenders for creating these gaping attrocities in what is, *ahem* what once was quite a lovely place. Now it looked armies of belligerent barbarians knocked the place with battering rams. Well, at least everyone can get easier now...but then doesn't mean we'll get a lot more freeloaders this way as well?...Ah, whatever... He let out a small sigh of exasperation. These things might as well happen early, because if they didn't, then they were bound to happen later. Like, during the ceremony or something. That would be bad. It was then that Mr. Boss Man was gesturing towards who Ox assumed was Caer, which was just completely ridiculous. There's no way that the beautiful petite girl in the lovely blue dress standing at the other end of the aisle could be Caer. She wouldn't be caught dead in those kinds of clothes! But then again, love makes people do crazy things. Like suddenly making a random adventurer be her dad to escort her down the aisle. The guardian let out a little laugh before replying to Loli-Leader's request. "Under normal circumstances, I'd be more than happy to, but it looks like she's got the situation all under control." Trying not to laugh, Ox just plastered a giant grin on his face as the ceremony finally began. However, the dwarf certainly didn't make things easy for him, as multiple times throughout, Ox had to turn his face so others didn't see him trying not to laugh. After calming himself down, the broad shouldered guardian just stood there, hands clasped behind him as he watched the wedding progress. And also kept an eye out for any belligerent folks who happened to object to this holy union.

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[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

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It had certainly been a while since anything major happened. After the field boss left, the ceremony seemed undisrupted, or at least that was what it seemed like to him.

Standing where he was, he watched as Caer's Foreman Mukade IX stood on its many appendages, appearing as formal as a four meter long centipede could be wearing its bowtie which it occasionally adjusted. Suddenly, he felt its gaze focus on him, and he stiffened as it gave him a creepy smile and waved its left antannae at him. Once again, he was reminded of the level differences between himself and the stronger Adventurers. Taking one too many days off to laze around doing absolutely nothing, while remaining as attractive a way to spend his day as it always has been, also began to make him feel outpaced. Perhaps he should finally get off his butt and gather a team to take on the Windsor dungeon, something which he had been putting off for far too long.

The dwarven priest started the ceremony as Rien stood at the front of the altar, reciting from what appeared to be a very altered version of whatever priest usually say at such ceremonies. At the very least, the fact that people could revive was reflected in the speech. It would have been beyond awkward to hold a marriage ceremony every time the couple died, although he supposed if they loved having weddings, they could probably do just that. Not that he would attend past the first wedding if he could help it, though. Also, he doubted real priests actually knew the couple and could go into a monologue about how he met them, his impressions of them, nicknames for the couple involved, and so on.

Anyways, back on topic, Tobin the brewer priest finally reached the part where people could raise objects. It was standard procedure, yet he had never been able to understand why such an act was included in original weddings. What was its purpose? I mean, how would you feel if your carefully planned ceremony got ruined because half your audience objected to the wedding? In this context, however, he doubted anyone would be stupid enough to raise any objections. Aeryn was likely the strongest guild in Londinium, plus Caer would probably throw anyone who objected through any of the remaining walls.

While it was all good that the ceremony was starting proper, he had yet to make any new friends amongst those gathered here today. All the antisocial Adventurer had done thus far was squeeze his way to some spot he decided he liked and, well, stood there. Perhaps he should have been talking to people BEFORE the ceremony. Oh well, it was too late to change anything at the present moment. Hopefully, he could be more proactive after the event, since he believed there was a party to be had after the ceremony was over. At least, that was what he hoped he could do, considering the unknown package the dwarven brewer had dropped under many a seat before the event started. He had a feeling everyone here would leave the Abbey drunk.

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Word count: 525
Total word count (Swashbuckler): 501 + 514 + 525 = 1540
OOC: Please don't put me in a position to respond to something because I will be busy with exams till October 1st.

[Reynard]

The stress about the last few occurrences must have shown on Reynard as kittygrey had to give a comforting pat. In made him relax, by a millimeter and not even taking a seat seemed to calm him down. At least his feet were no longer throbbing from standing too much. KitttyGrey had taken a seat next to him and looked excited about the wedding. Although she was turning an interesting shade of red at the moment. Before he could ask if she was doing okay, the person he had sat beside greeted him. Mab was dressed well for the occasion which made Reynard think about his own attire. It was just his armor sans the torso part and only the underamor.

“Good day Mab. You look exquisite today.”

It was just a simple compliment as the last time he saw her was while they were cleaning. No flattering attires worn that day. The ceremony was starting already which was about time. Reynard tried to recall the last wedding he had attended. It was his old classmate who had prematurely decided to create the next generation. He had gotten stomach flu from the food the next day. Not the best wedding memory to base this one on. Hopefully the Cake for this one wouldn’t poison him this time. It was the thing he mainly looked forward too.

Finally, the wedding was starting which began with a short speech by Tobin followed by the bride being escorted by her… sister? Reynard face-palmed as he feared this wedding wouldn’t do anything normal. Well, normal was boring so Reynard didn’t totally mind it much. He should just stop expecting things and go with the flow. Plus this was wedding, despite how twisted it was at the moment, it was a scared and beautiful ceremony he respected.

As Dwarf was making his speech, Reynard absentmindedly played with his tail, making it wag back and forth as he perfected his control of his extra limb. His tail bumped something else soft and furry causing him to discreetly turn around to see what it was. It was KittyGrey’s tail touching his which made Reynard realize he could finally identify sensations from his tail.

“Sorry.”

Reynard smiled weakly to apologize for accidentally bumping her tail and returned to listening to the officiator. It was the most he had learned about the two guild members including their real names, but he probably wouldn’t remember them later on and just use their game handles. The most interesting part had been the portion about editing the “till-death-do-us-part”… part. If that couldn’t be used then would this wedding be permanently binding… more so than usual he meant.

[lukavminaev]

What a beautiful view. Two dazzling figures enter the area and now both of them are walking side by side toward the main stage. I can’t help but think the main event is about to starts. Although I still spot some guests still struggles to find their seats, and some chatters among guests from greeting certain acquaintances. The party is yet to enter the main event but I can feel some people already hyped by the atmosphere. I spend my time chatting with old lady while waiting for the ceremony begins. Well, mostly I just do the listening part, but I still enjoy it since I don’t feel it is the right time to search for other people to chat with, and no one yet to greet us. However, the old lady seems enjoying the party. The scenery perhaps. I can’t help but hold my laugh whenever she is about to smile, but she quickly stops and then giving a long speech about her attitude in her younger age. Well, I thought it as her attempt to say ‘I am different when I was younger, so I don’t know what this fun I feel right now is’ so, I just lend my ears for her to attack as she wishes. I am a tank. I can handle multiple attacks like these, it should be easy. Besides, I think she slowly starts to follow the atmosphere. Well, she is human after all. I sometimes take a peek about the surrounding while still keep my eyes mostly to the old lady. There are some people I think I have recognized before, but I cannot greet right now. I think, there should be enough time to do that after the ceremony. From across the area, I spotted the groom currently talking to one of guest. They seem friendly, an acquaintance maybe? There should be many guests from their friend lists, considering their guild is currently the largest from what I have encountered so far. Hmm, it’s good to have many friends. I take a peek to my friend lists menu and aimlessly scrolling it up and down. Yep. I don’t think I want to use telepathy right now. I shift my gaze again, and now noticing some people playing with a monster. A summon? Or wild monster perhaps? At least I can guess that they are adventurers. There are so many people collected in this place. This is very much expected since the party itself may be the largest in Londinium, from what I have seen. I think, when the ceremony begins, the crowd will be calmed by shortly. 

We are still sitting on our seats, keeping our eyes to the main parade. The bride is so beautiful with her dress. The strong feeling usually mirrored to the appearance. So, I thought that is why she somehow looks different than when we passed her before. Our eyes following the parade as both of them passed us, tempted to congratulate them if it isn’t almost the start of the ceremony. Both of us stand, as several people before us, and old lady’s hand holds mine tightly when she gives a smile to both of them. Yee, both of them are beautiful, it should be appropriate for a cheery atmosphere reflected on them, or at least that should be what the old lady feels right now. Hmm, yeah, beautiful. Err, something different with the other one, but I can’t tell what it is. Anyway, both of them should be the main show right now. We are back sitting, and start to listen to the holy man. Our seats are almost the farthest, since my character’s height should disturb certain people if I take a sit in front of them. Surely, this thing always bothering me among certain crowd. It will be even more disturbing if I held certain large weapon. Although I when the flower creature enters the place I have slight worry why if I have mistaken for not bringing any weapon, but it turned up alright. The party still amusing and continue as normally is. I have checked some adventurers held their weapon casually. Well, it is normal for their character design, so it still looks appropriate even in the middle of ceremony. However, from a rather scary designed character, this kind of think should be inappropriate, even I don’t think some of them even thought about it. Well, I barely thought about it when I was entered the place. 

And then, the speech starts. I am crossing my arms, closing my eyes, and then nodding, listening in silence. I can barely hold my smile when the holy man, who is actually a dwarf, asks the groom and bride. I open my eyes for a while to see their reaction. The speech continues. There is one thing that mostly served in each weeding party I have seen before. That will be the feast. I cannot wait what kind of foods or drinks will be there, by only think about it made me hungry. I want meat. I will seriously hunting for meat after the ceremony concluded. Hell, there should be meat somewhere, or at least fishes. Hmm, now that I think about it, where will the foods come out. I wonder if I can go there and fork some fresh meats. I’ve seen the holly man checked a package before, and if my –hearing aptitude– skill served right, I can hear faint cringing sounds which I can guess they come from some kind of glass bottles. Oho, what they hide thar for drinks. Ah, I hope at least I can get a drink with real taste. I’ve mostly spending my meals with pure waters lately, which I found as bare as my old skin in real world. I am tempted to taste different drink once a while, and I have high hope that this party will have something like that. Nyeh, this feast will be the blasted one, at least for me. I just cannot help but distracted to think about all of these things while still listening to the holy dwarf. 

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[kittygrey]

Ame felt her head tilt as she recognized Tobin standing behind the alter. 'Is he going to be the one doing the ceremony?' She slightly nodded to herself, remembering that he had told her that he was making preparations for a wedding and had even invited her. What she had realized was that it was this wedding. She waved back as he waved to her and then looked away with a small blush on her cheeks, ears twitching slightly as he made a cupping motion with both hands. She really hoped no one would notice her blushes, or if they did, that they wouldn't ask. Her natural nature was to be truthful and she would have a really hard time telling the truth about that one. She shook her head and let a small giggle escape her lips. 'That dwarf..' Her thoughts were interrupted however, when she heard a voice beside her, not Reynard's but a female voice. She looked over and saw a blonde girl in a pretty dress. It made her look down at her own attire and frown slightly. She wished she had known to get something beautiful like hers, though she hadn't really even known about the wedding, other than Tobin's words, and even still, she hadn't really planned on attending.

She smiled as she heard Reynard speak to her, feeling a little pang of jealousy hit her chest. She nodded with his words towards her though, ignoring the feeling that had come momentarily. She would have to think about that later. Ame's eyes widened soon, as she recognized the bride coming down the isle. This was her chance to get a good look at her dress. She smiled widely, leaning forward. Her tail had managed to escape and was whipping itself back and forth with her own excitement. She looked her up and down and blushed, her wide smile growing wider somehow. She really was the cutest bride she had ever seen, though it was the first. She then wondered how old the girl was, though pushed the thought away. What did it matter, really? She was probably older than she looked IRL anyways. Then she glanced to the woman.. or, no, it must have been a woman in a dress almost as beautiful as the bride's. She heard Tobin begin to speak and she sat back, taking her eye's off of the bride and the woman beside her to begin to listen to his speech.

She felt her head tilt as he spoke. She didn't know either of them but his words made her wonder about their story and what they had been through together, but mostly, it was the sister part that caught her off guard. She had let out a small giggle at the part where he spoke about second lives, and thirds and so on so forth, but the next part seriously made her wonder. She felt herself jump a little as Reynard sent his hand to his face and she looked at him with a head tilt, wondering what was wrong, though she was sure that it was Tobin who had made him do so. She smiled, letting a small giggle escape and then looked back to the alter to listen to the rest of the speech, but she felt her eyes glance back over and she smiled, a blush once again touching her face. She shook her head lightly and whispered, "It's all right." Her tail certainly didn't seem to mind since it hadn't moved after his had touched it, but she obviously wasn't going to say anything of the sort to him, she'd have a red face for sure if she did. She turned her head back to listen to the rest of Tobin's speech and let out a small giggle as he spoke, saying that death wasn't a valid excuse for renouncing their vows. It was a cute thing to say, as weird as that might have sounded if she had said it aloud, but it was true for their world, death really was no excuse because sometimes it happened too often.

Once again, her eyes widened. Pedophilia? She shook her head, feeling it tilt again as he continued to say that she was legal, and that they weren't actually related. She wanted to let out a sigh of relief at that moment, though she would hold it in as to not draw attention to herself. She did, however, feel her head shake again once more, and she refused her wanting to look around to see if anyone would object, though it wasn't likely she supposed. After no one had, she looked in the direction that Tobin had looked in and tilted her head, her eyes growing wide. 'That- That's the ring bearer?!' She nearly choked, but managed to do so quietly some how. 'Is the bride an animal trainer? Is that her pet?!' She eyed up the monstrous centipede and then shrugged her shoulders. To each their own, she supposed, though she would be terrified to see that thing coming towards her at any given time, friendly or not..

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