Together They Make Ninety [Wedding/Open]

[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: 427	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

Oxford was great about helping out, and he was good at keeping Ryuu’s compsure. It was the most exciting and probably the most terrifying day all in one. It seemed that the person who would be leading Kyuu down was a person named Pwyll and apparently she was extremely embarrassed with the job. Well… it seemed like Pwyll didn’t have a choice. Instead, Pwyll was dragged by Kyuu. Typical Kyuu, always forcing someone to go along with what she wanted. Ryuu smiled and chuckled. He hoped Kyuu didn’t hear him, or else she’d think that he was making fun of her, but rather he just thought who she was and what she did was just cute. He wanted to kiss her right then and there, but he refrained, just letting a smile curl into place. Pwyll was resigned to the duty and even spoke some Japanese. Those who spoke were rare in this server, so it surprised him quite a bit, but he made no mention of it, at least he wouldn’t now.

Was it just him or was the dwarf using this very opportunity to insult him in whatever manner he wished? No, it wasn’t just him. He really was using every single line of words he said to insult his very being. Staying strong and trying to focus on his bride, he refused to bring his hand to his face. Some would see a twitch of the hand or arm, but that was it, as he didn’t want to punch the dwarf on his wedding day. Actually, he’d rather not ruin a great day because of some foolish one’s totes about how serious he was. Kumori could have fun! He’s having fun right now! What do you say about that, huh dwarf? HUH DWARF?!

Ahem! Mukade came forth with the rings and brought it forward and somehow managed to hand it off to Oxford without slicing his hand off. The rings was then passed off towards to the officiator. Soon Dwarf would be handing over the rings. Now everything was set in motion, and now it was the part everyone was waiting for, the vows. Ryuu smiled at his beloved and grasped her hands. He looked into her eyes and squeezed her hands gently and spoke to her over their private line: “I love you, Kyuu. Try not to be too nervous. I’ll be with you, every step of the way,” he said and winked at her. She would probably think he had something in his eye, but ya know… she’d learn eventually… right? Right?!

[Tobin]

(OOC: This was a long post to make, so if I was sloppy in places I hope I can be forgiven. XDD)

Word Count: 1530

The dwarf felt his eyebrow rise as the 4th wall brushed against his mind. Funnily enough the Dwarf wasn't trying to insult Kum- Well, actually, maybe a little bit. Both had given him enough do-do to deal with over the last few months so it sounded fair. But in all seriousness Tobin was poorly qualified to be a priest in all aspects except for one. No, he wasn't a licenced priest, a man of god or even arguably a good man No, the squat had fostered the heart of an entertainer since his rebirth and weddings needed that sparkle to be truly memorable. The rose tinted glasses as he was handed the rings and with a brief examination and a nod of satisfaction they were settled upon a white pillow as he prepared for the next part.

"Now tis is the ring exchange where each couple will make in the offering of holy union, so repeat aftar me as you exchange rings."

With that, the dwarf picked up the smaller of the two rings and, after taking a moment to lay the borrowed glasses down upon the alter; he passed the ring down to Kumori as tradition dictated. Perhaps what was most unusual was that the blue gaze projected from the small figure was intense yet sincere and as he began, the squat’s voice was loud, yet firm as he read from the book as unlike the rest of the service these oaths were not to be taken lightly. With every sentence, there was a pause that allowed the guild leader to speak.

"Groom, as you place the ring on BRIDE’s finger, please repeat after me:
With this ring,
I pledge my constant and abiding love.
I join my life with yours in loving kindness and compassion.
I join my life with yours in faithfulness.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend."

There was a silence that followed as he took a single, deep breath and passed the greater of the two rings down

"Bride, as you place the ring on Grooms’s finger, please repeat after me:
With this ring,
I pledge my constant and abiding love.
I join my life with yours in loving kindness and compassion.
I join my life with yours in faithfulness.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend."

A deep sigh followed the last sentence and his gaze flickered between them as a slight smile exposed the teeth hidden behind the brown barrier of the beard. The feeling of the mood was infectious, euphoric even.

"I thought ya two would like tha' vow. Hopefully the rings will always fit so snugly, aye?" Again came the rumbling from the throat, though he caught himself "in any case, provided that the two of ya are ready, we will move onto the binding vows that will unite you two and cement you together as husband and wife."

With that the dwarf placed the pillow under the alter and with a confident grin raised his hands up, the light shone behind him through the hole that had remained, the dwarf almost appeared saintly under this life. Well, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was dwarf, this time however he broke the tradition by hand wave towards the petite samurai first, this time he guided the girl through the vows first.

"I, Caerbannog, take you, Kumori,
To be my lawful husband.
To have and to hold, from this day forward,
For better, for worse.
For richer, for poorer.
In sickness and in health,
Not even death will keep us apart."

Then it was Kumori’s turn to bear the ankle chain.

"I, Kumori, take you, Caerbannog,
to be my lawful wife.
To have and to hold.
From this day forward. For better, for worse.
For richer, for poorer.
In sickness and health.
Not even death will keep us part."

And with that Tobin gave a singular loud clap as the final oath was given, a great big grin on his face as he positively beamed. A grin was flicked towards the new couple as he spoke.

“And with that, you are now husband and wife! Or maybe wifeh and husband, not quite figured out which of ya wears the strap-on just yet. In any case, Kumori, Caer, ya may now kiss ‘n’ celebrate ya love.”

With that, while they kissed the dwarf would give a chuckle, both of his hands raised up as he mimicked a forced kissing motion with both of his hands before he shook his head slightly. Tobin’s blue gaze settled on the stained glass as he rested both hands upon the table, a weariness swept over him as the weight of responsibility crumbled off him though as the plans finally came to fruition. –No, I have one more task I need to do.- With a deep breath he pushed the weariness to the back of his mind and reached behind the counter, over the general din just a single sentence was uttered towards the assassin in barely audible tones.

“Please, Ryu, restrain your bride.”

This was accompanied by a wink as he fished behind the alter, he produced a sliver tray, a marble container marble jug with three glasses, within it a clear liquid, tainted only by a pink underhue.

“And with this before the party I have one last thing that we should all celebrate while we be gathered ‘ere to day, check under your alise now fa a gift to ya all!”

Upon opening the package, there was a simple potion sized bottle of the same colour. Upon opening it, a overpowering flavour of alcohol stung the nose, the distilled spirits that he had forged earlier had been provided as a gift to all those that attended. The grin flashed as he pushed on with the final speech of his own as he poured a sample into each of the glass mugs as he spoke loudly, yet with soft tones as he gave his own, personal congratulations.

“An’ I would like to propose a toast with tis holy spirit that I have distilled fa all ya pleasure. A powerful flavour of apple and alcohol entwined to make a powerful flavour. Love, like good liquor, is simliar ta the adventures life, first ya sip and it’s sweet, then it burns, hurts even. But if ya push through then you get to experience ya deadened tastebuds awaken, invigorated like a new-borns tongue tastin’ for the first time.”

With that a glass was distributed to each of them with a nod and that trademark smile, the dwarf felt his eyes burn as a light stream flowed as he struggled to contain his embarrassment for the rare explosion of sincerity.

“An’ ultimately tha’ is what I wish for ya both, to experience and share every day from this day fourth with that same sense of wonder as the last. I hope ya both find tha’ happiness you deserve.”

With that he raised his glass up and cast a glance around the room at the assembly, drawing upon the last of his passion to address those who had patiently waited. Now, came the time for the toast

“An’ adventurers, when ya drink with me we share tha pain and the joy that of this existence together. May we always live, FOREVER!”

At this point the dwarf knocked his head back and those that wished to do them would do the same. The flavour at first was the overpowering fragrance of apple, strengthened by the glucose that numbed the full strength of the liquor, yet as it hit the throat and travelled down it burned, much like swallowing embers, yet when it hit the stomach the pain dissolved away, replaced by a deep warmth, like the reassurance of a pleasant warm fire on a white Christmas eve. It was a crude, but effective concoction that he had rushed together. The dwarf’s face reddened as he kept the flame in him and, as he smiled he released a loud sigh through his nose, even if not everyone would appreciate his home brew, it was the very best he could have done with his current capabilities.

“Live long, prosper, and enjoy the rest tha’ this parteh has ta offer! ‘n’ remember, I’m not doing another service if ya bastards want ta register with ya real names.”

And with that final message given with a croak, the squat, his duty finally done, the dwarf slumped behind the counter to sit as his gaze turned up to the sky, beyond the walls as he dapped down his reddened eyes. The dwarf had always played the role of the joker as emotions came all too easily to him; the last leg of the service had overwhelmed him to the point of tears.

-I guess even in this world, I’m a big bloody fool. Still, I guess wouldn’t have it any other way. Heck, if enough stars align maybe someone will take a fancy fa my short arse.-

A soft crackle erupted from behind the alter, followed by a satisfied sigh the dwarf made a soft click with his tongue and threw away the imaginary key. Now, he could finally rest. Or be flung through a window, bride’s choice.

[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 OOC: Essence of Love
WC: 611	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

It was time for the vows. It was the moment that he had been waiting for, for a long time. The dwarf, unexpectedly, was on good behavior. He was following what the couple had prepared for him to read to the T… well mostly to the T. It was time for the exchange of the rings. Sweat began to form at his brow. He was noticeably nervous. His palms grew sweaty and the assassin could not muster up a single word to say. After a short, or was it long, awkward pause, the assassin looked around and breathed in and out slowly and repeated after the dwarf.

“With this ring…” a symbol of unity and togetherness… an infinite circle with no blemishes, no edges, no end.
“I pledge my constant and abiding love,” a promise he planned to keep until their existence was no more.
“I join my life with yours in loving kindness and compassion,” a flame that would not be quenched by time or neglect.
“I join my life with yours in faithfulness,” a loyalty and an obligation, unending and unbreakable.
“This is my beloved, and this is my friend,” words to live by throughout their lives.

With these words, he had committed himself and given a symbol of their unity to his beloved. His right hand had placed the ring on her left ring finger. He had given the most sacred of objects, a key to his heart, the melding of their two lives. Now it was Caerbannog’s turn. She would return the favor and repeat the same lines, putting his ring on his ring finger as well.

The dwarf decided to break tradition, however, and had the samurai go first. “I, Caerbannog, maaaaaaybe take you, Kumori, to be my lawful husband,” a gasp had gone through the crowd. The samurai looked around and noticed everyone stared at her, eyes wide open. She let out a sigh said loudly: “FIIINNNEEE.” The samurai breathed in and out and said it again, this time without the maybe. “I, Caerbannog, take Kumori to be my lawful husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health, not even death will keep us apart,”

Kumori repeated the same lines except he excluded the “maybe” and the “fine” from the sentences. Did it bother him? Not at all. The “maybe” drawn out like that usually meant yes. Well not usually, it always meant yes. He had no reason to doubt her love for him.

Tobin gave them the word, and the assassin took his bride’s hands and closed the gap between them and kissed her on the lips. After he shared their symbol of unity with his bride, Tobin told him to restrain his bride. He looked up at the dwarf and sighed. This only meant one thing. It was a concoction of alcohol for the bridal party.

The assassin couldn’t help but smirk and smile as he took two glasses, one for his bride and one for himself. He clanked the glass with his bride and the dwarf, and lifted the glass to everyone in the audience. “For the love that abounds from everyone… I thank you for joining us, here and today. Feast, drink, and be merry!” The assassin took the drink and swallowed the nectar. It tasted sweet at first but burned hotter as it went further into his body. However, as it settled in his stomach, he could only feel a nice warmth and smiled at the taste. “Dwarf… I’m going to need 10 bottles of these… your finest ones, after this is over,” he remarked.

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

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After all was said and done, the wedding was over, just like that. Caerbannog pulled a quick one on everyone though, adding in a long and drawn out "maaaaaaybe" and a loud "FIIINNNEEE" when the crowd was visibly shocked and an audible gasp went through the crowd, which was the cue for the Swashbuckler to pay attention to the wedding since Dwarf had to go through long, monotonous dialougues and he was mentally asleep by the time said events happened.

"Wha...? Is it over already?" He murmered as he was jolted back to reality by the gasps of the crowd. Oh, its nearing the end. I can probably stay awake for the last segment.

Dwarf ended off the wedding ceremony in his own powerful way, the way only a Dwarf could, and invited everyone to drink the stuff he had stashed under the seats. There was a flurry of movement as everyone who was fortunate enough to have a seat reached down to get the many little grey boxes Dwarf had stashed there beforehand.

The little grey boxes were passed around to those who were left stranded without seats, and when the Swashbuckler opened one of them, he was greeted with the sight of a small, ornately designed bottle. The bottle was made of glass, decorated with bits of silver metal and had the Dwarf's face on one side of the bottle. A queer pink liquid was held inside.

Lifting the bottle out of the box with the Dwarf's face as a logo, he, um, put the box somewhere, in a place which nobody needs to know, as he opened the bottle and cautiously sniffed the contents of the bottle. An overbearing and distinct flavor wafted through the air. Yeap, it is alcohol. I expected nothing less from the Dwarf. But does he realize, there are more than a few underaged Adventurers around?

It was at that point in time that he realized, he had never consumed alcohol in his life. Not in the real world, not here, in a world which resembled Elder Tales. He wondered what it would taste like.

Looking around, many had already begun to drink of the Dwarf's concoction. He swore some of them had a strange look of bliss plastered on their faces as they drunk greedily from the bottle. Weird. Was the drink THAT fantastic? Or was it just that Dwarf made the best alcohol?

Well, the gulping of Dwarf's spirits seemed to be what everyone was doing, so Icyferno gave it in to peer pressure. After eyeing the bottle suspiciously for a moment, he took a sip of the pink liquid, underaged or not.

Having not tasted any form of alcohol before, he had not the faintest clue as to what to compare the drink to. Not only that, it made him feel warm inside. Perhaps that was why some people were so crazy about the Dwarf's drink, to the point that they were now clamoring to the front to get more from Tobin.

At the same time, someone decided it was time to release the fireworks. With a shrill sound, dozens of them flew into the air, erupting into a myraid of colors and showering everyone in many hues of the glowy stuff. Hope none of that got in your bottles.

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Word count: 550
Total word count (Swashbuckler): 501 + 514 + 525 + 1100 = 2640
OOC: Grey wc means multipliers added.

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435 words		MARRIED?! orz
Up until that point, Caerbannog had just been playing along. She never really put much thought into the meaning of the whole ceremony; what she did know was that she was supposed to look nice and pretty just because it was a wedding. She was just as clueless as Hrairoo, who sat beside Mab and wore his dress proudly; and as clueless as Foreman Mukade IX, who stood to the side after he handed over the rings and quietly fixed his bow tie every now and then. She had snickered a bit at the silly things that the Dwarf said yet played along and spoke the words that she had to say. It was just a ceremony that she had to follow through, nothing too serious, just memorization and a bit of acting. She even went through the binding vows with a playful “maaaybe” which she corrected when the crowd reacted negatively. After all was said and done, Kumori kissed her in public- he’d told her about it beforehand, that it was part of the ceremony so that she would not be so shocked - and then the ceremony was concluded. Party time! Oh boy, Caerbannog was going to get wasted! She cheerfully took the glass that was offered by the assassin and drank up its contents as if it was a cup of water. ANOTHER! At that point though, the samurai looked around her and noticed the people that had been a part of her adventure so far... and only then did she realize what she had done. SHE WAS MARRIED. Even if it was in Elder Tale and not in the real world... SHE WAS MARRIED, GODDAMMIT. What spirit had possessed her to agree with such a thing?! Was it the cake? That cake was spiked, wasn’t it?! Caerbannog crossly grabbed Kumori by the collar and pulled his face close to her own. She frowned at him for a full minute and then the girl began to grumble under her breath. “Ryuu-nii... baka... wedding...” The samurai then placed the empty glass on the nearest table, hid her face in the palm of her hands and her shoulders began to shake. It was soon apparent that she was sobbing into her hands and as the seconds ticked by, her sobbing became louder until finally, the girl bawled and was practically screaming at her husband. “I actually got maaaarried!” the wolf-hair cried, “Scaaary! This is all YOUR fault!” Was it because of the alcohol? Probably not, but let’s say that it was. This time, it’s Dwarf’s fault. Let’s cut the new husband some slack, k?

[Reynard]

The rest of the ceremony breezed through as Reynard sat through the whole thing. Albeit he still had doubts about the validity of this kind of ceremony but for the sake of not spoiling the couple’s day, the foxtail just endured the abnormality of the situation. At least they had now reached to the climax of the ceremony: the vows. This was the moment where in people usually started crying and a warm feeling would flow through Reynard’s chest. Even when just watching a fictional wedding, if the people involved really looked happy getting married; it always brought out the emotions.

“I, Caerbannog, maaaaaaybe take you, Kumori, to be my lawful husband,”

And that just killed the emotions. Unusual in all aspects of the ceremony. Well, at least this wedding was far from boring. With that slight fault in the vows, the rest went without any problems from the groom. Although Reynard was looking forward to the part were anyone voice their objections. It was always the portion were surprises were in store. At least they kept the kiss which everyone gave their applause to.

The “priest” deemed fit end with a toast and some drinking. Normally it would be done at the reception but hey, tradition had left the building a long time ago. Reynard doubted it was even invited to the ceremony. Getting caught up with the event, Reynard searched underneath his bench and indeed there were some spirits inside the box. He was skeptical about trying another concoction from the dwarf as last time didn’t go so well. The whole thing reminded him of one of those college parties he had attended. Going with the flow, Reynard poured the drink into his cup and turned to kittygrey

“Cheers!”

Taking a gulp of the drink, Reynard found it not as bad as he feared. It was actually enjoyable and boosted the mood of the wedding. Everyone was happy now, especially the bride who was crying tears of joy while the husband joined her in taking in their wedding.

“I actually got maaaarried!” the wolf-hair cried, “Scaaary! This is all YOUR fault!”

Reynard calmly took another sip of the alcohol before remarking.

“At least the wedding was done with both parties of sound mind.”

[kittygrey]

Time to Parteh?!

Ame had enjoyed the first part of the ceremony, but as it continued on, she began to have mixed feelings of it. Kumori, the groom's small speech after all was said and done she found to be super sweet. She smiled and even dared to tear up a bit, before blinking her eyes rapidly to stop any tears from actually falling. She didn't even know the two, yet she felt the love from where she was, however, she wasn't sure if she took the bride seriously, after her elongated maybe and then the short 'fine' afterwards. She had felt her head tilt at that moment. However, once she had begun to actually state her vows, she smiled then and let out a soft sigh at the two. They were cute together and she found herself being super jealous of them, not that she expected to get married or anything, not any time soon anyways, but she thought it was sweet that they had gone and done it.

Once the ceremony was finished, and rather abruptly, she followed suite and bent over, reaching under her seat and pulling up a box. She tilted her head at it for a moment and opened it up. She pulled out a bottle, filled with pink liquid and opened it, putting her nose to the rim and sniffing at it lightly. 'This is.. alcohol?!' At the scent, she knew she was in trouble. She wasn't much of a drinker and was one of those girls who stammered after one or two drinks, an easy drunk you could call her. The liquid smelled potent, something like she had never smelled and she began to feel woozy just smelling it. She swallowed hard and poured the liquid into a glass, looking to Reynard as he spoke to her. She flashed him a beaming smile and said, "bottom's up!" It was a celebration after all, and really how drunk could she actually get off of a concoction made in a game world? Well, the answer was probably going to be extremely and you could possibly even use the words, 'black out' to describe just how drunk the fox tail would actually get.

She did as she said and lifted the glass, drinking the liquid all at once. She began to choke lightly as she took the rim of the glass from her mouth. Her face was apparent that she was a poor drinker as it scrunched up a little, but after a short amount of time, she began to feel a soothing feeling in the back of her throat. "Wow, that's actually really good." She made a mental not to thank Tobin for the gift later on in the evening when he wasn't surrounded by other people. Soon, Ame found her eyes lifting to the stage before her and she felt her eyes widen slightly. She noticed the new bride's shoulders shaking and it looked as though she was sobbing. She tilted her head as the samurai cried out and as she heard Reynard speak, she looked to him. "Rey.. I'm confused?" Yes, she stated it as a question, her cheeks were already flushed with pink the color of the liquid she had just bottomed and her mind was racing. She really was an easy drunk, and if that wasn't clear in this post, it would probably be in the up and comings, oh yes, it would be indeed.

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Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
Modified by KittyGrey

[Tobin]

(OOC: I will make a crafting claim later and send out high levelled versions of Dwarfs concoctions! Now, time to get everyone drunk!)
WC: 686

The Dwarf gave a deep sigh as the tide of emotions within subsided and with a hop he rose again and started to wander, pausing only to carry the jug around with him. It were going well enough so far, only two holes were made in one of the walls and two sets of fireworks, not bad going as far as the squat fellow was concerned. The bottles and various rubbish would either be cleaned up afterwards, or people could keep the bottles as a souvenir. The personal loss in having those made was pretty insignificant considering the occasion, and for the calls of more from some members of the audience. Aye, the 100k he had dropped on getting his surprise ordered was well worth the petty change.

-Well, tis turning out pretty well so fa-

A curious glance over to the bride and groom gave rise to the crying Caer made the fellow get cold shivers as he simply swallowed and walked towards the crowd, it would probably be best to remain as far from the bride as possible. Wise decision, Dwarf.

-Nevar mind. Well, seems that everyone else is havin' fun at least.-

It was as good time as any to stroll among the crowds, the dwarf began to stroll along the aisle as he made a point making his way toward the improvised reception halls, though first he was quite happy to socialise on the way down, with the exclusion of ceiling cat who was extremely well hidden in the rafters. In particular he passed towards his two guild companions and the blond Foxtaile, up to tis point he had been too busy to properly greet.

"Howdeh lady boy, blondie 'n' grasshoppar! Hope ya nut feelin' too queezy, tis parteh is just gettin' started!"

As he continued down the isles, he noticed in particular one fellow seemed to have a cats tongue in regards to his liquor. The Dwarf chuckled, under aged drinking had been something he had thought of at some point, but other peoples attitude towards getting the young drink has rubbed off on him over time and thus it hadn’t been an issue.

“Alrite laddie, if ya want ta deep burn, put et ta lips and knock rite back! Ghahahaha!”

Baring any additional stops, the dwarf finally made it over to the hallway door and with a bellow gave an announcement that carried above all the kafuffle.

"Alrite parteh people! Did ya lik' tha'? Do ya want mor' oaf tha'? Then com' on down ta the reception! There's a good deal oaf food 'n' moar liquor where tha' came from!, I hope ya had a gewd parteh 'n' see ya around."

With a great heave the Dwarf forced open the double doors into the recently brought guild housing section, within there was up to fourteen round tables packed into the second great hall, with the traditional long table usually reserved for the husband and groom and close family. Natually the Dwarf was the first one in and imagining the response that the couple usually had to him, opted to sit on one of the random tables to socialise with the guests. After all, who would want to admit to Dwarf being a member of their family!

In any case the usual table furnishings were prepared, the white table cloths contrasted sharply by the simple dark pottery plates and simple iron cutlery, in the centre of each table a small assortment of bottled alcoholic beverage that included white and red wines, but also a few bottled versions of the dwarf’s vodka that could be drank in small shot glasses, though there was no complaint if someone wanted to drink it in a wine glass, something which the dwarf prepared to do himself.. If anything ran out, there was more that was readily available provided by hired hands. After all, the dwarf preferred all this beforehand so he could celebrate right now!

“Com’ on in, help yaself ta tha buffet ‘n’! ta day is still young!”

With that he poured his moonshine ito a glass and gave it a smell. Gewd stuff.

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1010 words		Runaway Bride
The wedding ceremony was done but it had just occurred to the bride that she was actually MARRIED. For the longest time, Caerbannog just cried there at her husband’s face until Hrairoo, who was still clueless about everything that happened around him, hopped out of his seat away from Mab and eventually found his way to the samurai’s feet. Roo gently nibbled on the wolf-hair’s ankle and that made her look down. She pulled her skirt aside and her sobbing eventually died down, and then she picked up the rabbit which was still all pretty in his blue gown. Caer cradled the creature in her arms as Roo pawed at her chin. Even with Tongue of Nature, the tamer could not hear her pet say anything; Hrairoo was not as talkative as Mukade or Hyzenthlay. The rabbit just gently touched his tamer’s chin until eventually, she stopped crying and sobbing altogether. “What happened?!” the elite centipede exclaimed as he mowed his way through the crowd, “Who is responsible for these ill feelings that the little Cake-making Baby emits?” Foreman Mukade IX, blinder than a bat, was instead sensitive to the changes in the atmosphere around him. That included being sensitive to the wailing that Caerbannog had done and to the gloomy aura about her. But by the time that Mukade reached his tamer, she had already calmed down so the centipede refrained from murderizing everyone around Caer and Roo. He was annoyed that his tamer was upset, but the gentleman centipede got his composure back and he fixed his bow tie again. “Ahh, everything seems to be fine now...” Mukade sighed, seemingly relieved. At that, the elite centipede shuffled back towards the crowd. He had noticed a rather interesting human earlier. This Foreman Mukade was indeed blinder than a bat because he spawned in the darkest of caves and had no need for sight, but because of that he could ‘feel’ many things that people usually did not notice. Like that swashbuckler who was forever alone. The centipede twitched his antennae at the air, to the horror of onlookers, until he felt the direction from which the swashbuckler’s presence emanated. With a lot of people blocking his path, Mukade resorted to walking on the walls just to get to where Icyferno was. “Greetings, Lonely Meatbaby!” the centipede put on his best smile, which was no less than a nightmarish display of his razor sharp maw, “I noticed that you arrived alone, and are doing things alone. But you did not seem to be affronted by my presence in this gathering of bipedal meat babies. Are you perhaps an animal trainer who travels by his lonesome self?” Foreman Mukade IX waited for a reply from the swashbuckler. Every now and then, he adjusted his bow; the centipede was patient but if the cake was brought out and if he caught wind of it, the creature would hurriedly make his way to the delicious mountain of happiness and leave Icyferno by his lonesome self once again. As for Hrairoo, he felt rather exhausted by what transpired that day and so the frenmic rabbit slowly fell asleep in the bride’s arms. “So?” Caerbannog pouted at Kumori, “What now? When do I get cake?” Ah, the age old question. The one reason why Caerbannog agreed to wear such a bulky dress and flowers in her hair. The sole weakness of Foreman Mukade IX: cake. Although she was a chef, it would have been improper for Caerbannog to make her own wedding cake thus she had no idea what it would be or where it would come from. Hopefully, her husband was sensible enough to order cake from a decent Lander or even better, an Adventurer. Heaven knows what violence the bride would inflict upon the Dwarf if her cake tasted like soggy rice crackers. The cake would have to be decent, or they could get her drunk. Caer beat them to the latter though. The bride took it upon herself to swipe some drinks from guests and she downed them as quickly as she took them from their cold, dead hands. Cold and dead probably because they were frozen in fear by the elite centipede’s presence earlier. “I want cake!” the wolf-hair growled as she walked up to her husband and left Hrairoo in his care, “Cake and rum!” Swiping drinks from people was not easy when she had a little bunny rabbit in her arms, but with her hands free, Caerbannog swiped things twice as fast! Left and right, she ran up to people and stole away their drinks. The boxes which were left under the seats were not left unnoticed; Caer took those too. After a few rows of stolen drinks, the wolf-hair tripped on her shoes and fell flat on her face. It was her shoes’ fault! So the bride took them off, tossed them at Reynard who was standing nearby, and then she went back to swiping drinks from people. It was not a pretty sight and it did leave some, okay MOST of the crowd scratching their heads as they wondered if it was all a show or truly a wedding. But as they say, those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter. Caerbannog was having her usual fun and it was better than having her run off and away from her husband. Perhaps the officiator should have thought twice about leaving alcoholic drinks in the presence of the bride; or maybe this was intentional. Maybe he really wanted to see her run around like a looney, and have her husband chase after her. While Foreman Mukade IX was in a corner looming over a swashbuckler, and while Hrairoo was sound asleep in his blue gown cradled in Kumori’s arms, the wolf-hair was bothering people by swiping their drinks and gulping it down in two seconds. Maybe something sugary would draw her attention away from the crowd. Maybe it would appease her childish mind... or maybe it would make things worse by giving her a sugar high. Cake, anyone?

[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: 523	Tags: ?	Skills: Skill name

With the end of the ceremony, the two were finally wed together. Many were expecting it to happen sooner or later. There were also those who didn’t want it to happen and so many hearts were broken that day (sorry guys). Ryuu had married the most beautiful adventurer in Londinium… probably the most beautiful in the world. He loved her a lot, enough to know when she was being sarcastic with her no’s, yes’s, actions, answers, everything. When she started to cry, she did it only to make him feel bad (like she always did). When she started crying, Ryuu simply lifted her chin and kissed her one more time, trying to silence her cries with the comfort of their togetherness. After she had finally calmed down, she looked around and asked where her cake was. Ryuu waved his hand towards the back and the cake was being presented forward. This was before her tyrade of getting drinks, so they could cut the first cut together as a married couple, together as one. Ryuu grabbed the cake knife and then placed his wife’s hand on his own and he looked at her. “Are you ready?” he asked. After he got confirmation, Ryuu then led them both to cut the first slice of the largest blue chiffon cake with lemon slices inside the cake. There were several cakes, but noticeably smaller than the one they cut into because of the symbol of the cutting of the cake.

After he did so, he passed the knife off to the waiter and allowed him to finish up. It was then the drinks were served and Mrs. Oshiiro began stealing drinks from everyone. It was only then that she noticed that the animal in her arms was proving to be a nuisance, and so she dropped Roo off into his possession and Ryuu couldn’t object either. This was her day, to be honest, and he liked it when he saw Kyuu happy. It wasn’t often that she smiled in the real world, with her familial problems and her mother, but when she saw Kyuu, running around stealing drinks from everyone, behind all of the fear and the crying, he knew she was happy. That was the benefits of knowing Kyuu that well. You were able to push past the shell and front that she showed and got to see the happiness that she truly experienced. Ryuu was smiling uncontrollably, and watching his wife do what she did, he wouldn’t stop her. Today was her day. Today was their day. He wanted her to be happy, and he knew she loved drinking.

Ryuu took a glass of his own and raised it for everyone. “Here, here. Thank you for joining my wife and I on this special occasion. Please, eat and drink to your heart’s content. We have plenty of food and drink and if there isn’t, we’ll get more! Enjoy!” he said to the attendees. He hoped that everyone had enjoyed the festivities and that Kyuu was happy, now that they had become one. Ryuu smiled and watched as his wife began tormenting all of the attendees.

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

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The scene was as to be expected of in a party with alcohol. Not five minutes in, several people were already toppling over in their seats, unable to hold on to their liqour for long enough to stuff more into what may very well soon become a pot belly. To be honest, he had never found out whether or not drinking actually brought about a round belly and made a man look three months pregnant. It was, to him, a stereotype associated with being a drunkard. Hopefully it was actually true.

The bustling party, which was just getting underway, was suddenly punctuated by loud crying. Eyes swiveled to the direction of the noise, and many saw the wolf hair bride crying, for reasons yet unknown to the crowd. Unfortunately, it shall remain a mystery, for she stopped crying soon after, and the noise of partying people covered up all traces of anything that had taken place.

The dwarf, on the other hand, was seemingly undisturbed by this sudden outburst. He pretty much completely ignored the crying bride, and proceeded to welcome everybody to feast. Surely, he should be more concerned for his guild member? Well, perhaps the dwarf had his own way of caring, and Caer stopped crying soon after, so all was well.

While the bride was crying though, her pet gentipede made its way over to her, mowing through people who were unfortunately in the way of the being which reminded him very much of a particular champion from a particular game. By the time he mowed down enough people to reach the Samurai, however, she had already recovered from crying, and to his horror, the gentipede seemed to fix its sights on him. Or it would, if it could see. It wriggled its antennae in the air for a few moments, then did a wallrun and landed right in front of him. Fortunately, or rather, unfortuantely for him, he could understand the gentipede due to one of his starting skills, the Tongue of Nature.

From what he could gather, the gentipede could not help but point out how lonely he was, and automatically assumed he was an animal trainer for some reason or another. To this end, he was slightly annoyed. Was it not obvious that he was not an Animal Trainer? If he were, would he not bring them out, if only to enjoy their company?

Woah, wait a sec. That was a little off from his normal thought process. How much alcohol had been in that drink? Perhaps too much for his young self. Drink responsibly, people.

In any case, he had to give the gentipede a reply, and thus was his reply. "Unfortunately, I am not an Animal Trainer. It just so happens that I had chosen Tongue of Nature at the start since I thought it might be beneficial to be able to speak not just to people, but other beings as well." He wondered if the gentipede would leave him alone now. It was slightly uncomfortable with everybody nearby focusing on the interactions between him and the gentipede.

The gentipede adjusted its bowtie, and the Swashbuckler felt an imaginary eyeball fixed upon his frame. What was the gentipede thinking? Should he be worried right about now?

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Word count: 544
Total word count (Swashbuckler): 501 + 514 + 525 + 1100 + 518 = 3184
OOC: Grey wc means multipliers added. I barfed this post from my sleep-addled brane, apologies.

[Reynard]

Finally the celebrations were starting to pick-up. For everyone else, the strangeness of the first part of the ceremony had died down most of what had happened was usual party stuff. If you hadn’t been in a party before, it may have seemed chaotic and strange. Just like how Reynard’s friend, kittygrey, had felt about the bride’s reaction to the wedding.

“Do not be alarmed. This is how people realize they have taken a vow that will last forever. Enjoy the wedding.”

Indeed Reynard was planning to enjoy the concoction in his hands. Compared to the first thing the Dwarf had offered him, this one wasn’t as painfully strong for the throat and gave a boost to his spirit. Which was probably the reason his tolerance for the abnormal was very high at the moment. Reynard was just about to enjoy more of this fantastic drink when his cup was suddenly snatched from his hand. @dindeen was taking everyone’s drinks and Reynard’s had just joined the casualties of her drinking spree.

Reynard wondered if the bride should probably slowdown in drinking as evidenced by her suddenly tripping. It didn’t stop her though as the wolf-hair just got back up, removed her shoes and carelessly tossed them to Reynard. While he had no problems catching the shoes, Reynard hope this wasn’t her equivalent of the bouquet toss.

Thankfully, the alcohol that he had managed to down was enough to keep him from worrying about it excessively. Plus the thing he had been waiting for had finally arrived: Cake! It would be bad of him to leave a confused fellow partygoer alone. Reynard had more gentleman training than he would admit.

“Kitty, would you like to get some cake? Things seem to be free-for-all now.”

Indeed the wedding was already at the tail end of the celebrations. Probably a few words from the bride and groom if they were lucky. Right now: food and socializing.