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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Oct 29, 2008 21:41:00 GMT -5
"Nah, you missed the party. When you come down to it, so did the soon-not-to-be-bachelor, but hey, what can you do?" Gerro replied with a wide grin. He did look at Cecil once though, wondering if the kid was high as a kite with other things... like speed or E... No, not E. Otherwise he would have been at the party.
The sprite did not recognize the kid with the cat ears being dragged along, nor the dragger... well, maybe vaguely. He remembered Eyeshadow a little more, with a faint impression of emo, hospitals, and women about his memory. Israfel? Yeah, something like that.
Just then a tall, leanly muscled man walked over to them. His face concealed by a dark hood that rested upon his shoulders. All that he wore besides it was a pair of pants, so his chest and feet were bare. His skin was a dark, inky black, as if it were transparent, an appearance heightened by the fact that a dark knot of black could be seen where a heart would be (under the skin), branching out into many strands like veins throughout his body. Pale shafts of bone could be seen under them through the dark haze that filled him.
Tucked against him with his right arm was a thick black book with gold-rimmed pages, a bit worn looking but still good for use. "I was called here to preform a marriage," he said, his voice deep and calm. "Would you prefer I stay anywhere?" Gerro raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, trying to see past the man's first set of ribs to the grassy ground behind him. He was too solid for that, which left the sprite disappointed.
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Post by Arual on Oct 29, 2008 21:55:01 GMT -5
Cecil shot a look to Gerro with the whole mentioning of a party. He wasn't that traditional- especially with all of the things he was made of hertitage wise. It would be a disaster if so. "It doesn't matter to me." he told the Sprite (bottle).
As the conversation went on, and a small awkward silence approached the group of guys....the minister person (or thing?) came over. "Yes, Suzume and myself are." he answered the unknown man. Saying anything retaining to this afternoon felt so surreal....so much like a dream it was hard to form words and take them seriously; forcing Cecil to check himself quickly before saying them.
With Suzume.....
"Oh my Gods!" said one of the few girls besides Addison that was with Suzume. "You look like a fairy princess! You're gonna make that boy druel walking up that isle!"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Oct 30, 2008 11:44:54 GMT -5
"And you are Cecil," the minister confirmed. "Congratulations to you. A wedding is a spell as much as anything else is in the world, though whether it is blessing or curse..." He shrugged, a bit of humor in his voice. Nodding his head to them, the minister left them to prepare.
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Post by Arual on Oct 30, 2008 15:07:28 GMT -5
"Thanks." he responded to the congrats he was given. The minister left, and Cecil could feel the chaotic nerves finally coming to a boil. The dress-suit was surprisingly comfortable, even though this was the second time he wore one in his life. It was getting warmer, or so it felt, but it was too perfect out there in the warmth to care at that point.
God, he wondered how Suzume looked! He missed her, but being away twelve days seemed much more worth it then not having this wedding at all. That was a fact. The two rings were in his pockets for the ceremony, and they made music while twirling in Cecil's hand within the pocket he finally decided to let go of. The young man switched arms and shoulders with his jacket while the tired one rested.
"You'll find a beautiful girl, Cecil....and it won't matter what your father- your friends- or the world says if she's the right one for you. You'll love each other to the end......"
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Oct 30, 2008 15:42:10 GMT -5
((I'm back from the dead, baby!!! Rooooooaaarrrr))
The supple grass trembled. Quivering in their dew-strewn nakedness, the infant blades bent and gave way to a pair of silent, gossamer footsteps, the tiny droplets of crystal-clear water clinging like small children to a pair of sandal-clad feet. A slight off-white, the sandals were. Their satin ribbons climbed like veins up a pair of long, elegant legs.
The air was filled with a subtle, sweet scent. Floral and warm, it smelled of fresh honeysuckle, newly blossomed in the smiling gaze of a tender springtime sun. The light footsteps continued still until they stopped just short of Cecil himself.
Ithilwen Nim'Draug stood before her half-cousin on his "big day". She was quite refined in appearance, clad in long, silken robes that were of a very pale pink tinge, nearly see-through but still quite modest. The sleeves were long and fanned out considerably at the ends, the edges graced with a delicate golden hem sewn into fine, vine-like detail. The fabric was placed strategically off of her shoulders, her usual medallion replaced with a necklace that hung in a V-shape over the fine structure of her collar-bones.
Her ivory-white hair, the few strands of silver catching the shimmering sunlight, was kept down behind her, a crown of golden ivy wrapping in a full circle about her head. In the back, a fan of long, light pink feathers attached to the encircling ivy and lay flat against the veil of hair.
Her large, blue eyes, usually sharp and predator-like in appearance, were now considerably softened. Upon closer speculation, one may have found in them a strangle, foreign glimmer, a tingling joy kept well-hidden.
After a moment of staring critically at Cecil, her lips curved slowly upright as she extended her long, pale arms to him in quiet expectation.
((Hug, hug?? :'D))
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Post by Arual on Oct 30, 2008 15:49:10 GMT -5
Cecil looked around his shoulder, very much surprised to see his half-cousin standing before him. He hadn't seen her in a long time! "Ithilwen?" he said in such a tone as the word used to describe his expression now. "It's been a while..."
The arms she had were open, and he hugged her, a small smile to match on his face too- though he forced it from getting too wide. Nerves.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Oct 30, 2008 21:35:20 GMT -5
The sprite Gerro took one step forward and bowed low to Cecil's cousin with a flourish, filling the air with a the shimmering sound of bells. Raising his cherry-red gaze, he smiled warmly.
"It is an honor to have you here, Miss Ithilwen. Cecil described you as a women of prodigious skill and ferocity, but he failed to mention the elegance and grace that sheathed such a weapon. And all the more dangerous because of it," he said, adding the last sentence almost as an afterthought.
Straightening, he adjusted the chain of holly leaves that rested on his lime-colored curls, enjoying the fact that Cecil was not angsting, only worrying his socks off. As it should be at any marriage.
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Post by Arual on Oct 31, 2008 14:18:33 GMT -5
Cecil let go and stood beside his half-cousin a muttering of, "I never told Gerro about you...." so low it was almost impossible to hear, but the fact that Ithilwen was an elf, her ears should have picked it up clearly enough to comprehend.
The groom took a step back and intentionally stepped on Gerro's foot for that comment. Family member or half-cousin....watching someone hit on them is just disgusting.
((THE LaUrAz FOO' : Dude, Zawa, get your own post box naowz. --'' Get your post out of my reply--;))
((Yes, I'm sure))
Cecil never did understand the subtleties of life. Like the fact that Gerro could pick up things from people's heads, in a general way. What everyone wanted was arrayed out before them in a dizzying array of emotion hey had long since gotten used to, and there were nights when Cecil wanted his family, Ithilwen. And as of right now, he wanted Gerro to shut up and there was a strong streak of denial about him, making it easy to guess what he said.
It was his wedding day, so Gerro didn't mind. Even if he didn't understand how Cecil could take harmless compliments so badly. They made people happy, and if they were happy, he was much more likely to be so.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 2, 2008 15:46:41 GMT -5
Israfel had a smile on his face, "Well of course I've seen her, she can't wait for the trials to start of course." Israfel spoke as if everyone would likely know what he was talking about though the realization that Virisean traditions weren't known to everyone would likely don on him in the near future. He nodded a greeting to Ithilwen politely before he turned to look towards Neko, "Do you have everything prepared?" he asked, figuring that if anyone was likely to have thier one trial that had to be set up go wrong, it would be the accident prone cat. It was understandable.
Neko nodded, "Don't worry, Cecil- it's not that hard." he said with a shrug, Neko obviously wasn't the one to make Cecil attempt some impossible task, a wedding day was supposed to be a happy day, not one of despair and sorrow... then again he did hear that in some cultures that... well... nevermind that- this wasn't one of those 'some cultures' and today he was determined to make sure everything went well.
Perth was dissapointed to say the least. Why didn't anyone tell him? He would have enjoyed being able to be there, he was sure that they probably had sexy, big titted strippers there... and alcohol... and all the things needed for a good bachelor party. A bachelor party he didn't get to go to. Now that all of the fun celebrating was over he saw no need to be here, no need at all.
Meanwhile with all this happening a smiling figure sat in the corner, not the slimmest or most physically fit of people, in fact she had a big zit on her forehead that she had tried to conceal with makeup and failed. She had a little tear of joy forming in her eye... or was that allergies? Oh well, they all grow up so fast. Donna couldn't help but reminisce about the pasts of her characters, of course she'd have to stay in the safety of the shadows because if people such as Akira or other dangerous beings knew she was here then it would be a scary situation indeed. She wanted to go unnoticed in this situation, but she wanted anyone who did notice to know how immensely happy she was. Aaaawe, such a lovely day for a wedding.
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Post by Arual on Nov 2, 2008 16:37:26 GMT -5
((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMBDEN5H-MA&feature=related))
Crap. Those trials......
He forgot.
In everything; especially last night when he was mentally preparing and setting everything out for today, he went blank on the trials though they never left the back of his head. The young man took a deep breath when Israfel mentioned that, a hand running through the black spikes which made up his hair. "It's definately different from the few I vaugely remember attending back home, I'll say that much..." he said in response to Neko with a tiny ironic smile holding both a nervous and adrenaline rushed look to it.
Once collected he took his eyes back to Israfel, as he seemed to be the one who; besides Neko, knew what he had to do at the moment. He'd seen weddings before- but this isn't like what you see down in Cecil's hometown...or the 'normal' wedding ceremony. "So....when's the first one?" he asked.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 2, 2008 17:21:41 GMT -5
"Well whenever you want it to start you can..." Neko said in a rather excited manner, a bit of clapping involved, Neko's mind seemed to be trapped in a state of eternal childhood if you thought about it, but that didn't matter at the current point in time, there were serious matters to think about and trials to get to. "But it's not here... everything is... well, somewhere else." Neko nodded absolutely. "This way!" he pointed in what seemed to be a randomly determined direction and started marching off, intending for Cecil to follow. Israfel watched Neko start to march off, "We should follow." he said, obviously not even entirely convinced that he himself wanted to even go, a glimmer of twisting reality seemed to pass over Israfel's form and he was gone from where he stood, obviously off to some unknown location. Of course Israfel would be the one poofing off, and he didn't even tell Cecil how Suzume was doing! Some people would consider such an act in the least bit a little rude, but Israfel had his ways and most saw fit not to question them because most of the time Israfel had a justifyable reason for everything, of course there was still a margin for error in there but we'll kindly overlook that. Perth of course was already gone to find a victim or something of the sort.
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Post by Arual on Nov 2, 2008 17:32:07 GMT -5
Cecil left, something making his stomach sink when he watched Israfel leave him with Neko. "Alright..." he mumbled to himself, trying to bring himself to the task at hand. He moved one footstep over and he was in a totally different dimenson- or so it looked.
The young man watched as other colors of purple and black twisted themselves like a lava lamp and the aquantience was no place to be found. It was empty....dark.....and just a bit intimidating as he saw no real challenge anywhere before him. Cecil's footsteps echoed in the location where he was, his crimson eyes and face surveying the area.....looking around for some sort of sign.
Step....Step.....Step...Step....
"Neko?" he called out- totally lost in the empty place he was sent to. His outfit began to feel a bit loose as a bitter draft took on the windless air about the mysterious place Neko took him to.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 2, 2008 19:26:58 GMT -5
Neko turned on the light and BEHOLD! There was a room, a rather normal room, save for the randomly placed wheelbarrow in the center of it, "I need you to get this to Suzume.. and none of it's contents can touch the ground." Neko nodded, the wheelbarrow happened to be filled with water which meant that Cecil would have to be careful, a little tilt too far to one side and it would all lose balance and slosh to one side, causing an extremely uneven distribution of weight and most likely the wheelbarrow would tip over and Cecil would start over again. And this trial continued during ALL of the other ones. Neko might not realize this but this wheelbarrow thing was sure gonna be one hell of a bitch to fulfill.
Meanwhile a small songbird perched itself on Cecil's shoulder, it's feathers blue, black, and white- from the crest on the back of it's avian head you could tell it was a blue jay. The bird didn't sing, it just sat there, perched and observant like some kind of sentinel relaying information continuously back to some source, the bird's eyes didn't seem to miss a single thing. Whether or not this creature had anything to do with a challenge further down the road or not was a mystery but it's little dark goldenrod eyes glanced from Cecil to the wheelbarrow for a few moments and then shook it's body and puffed up it's feathers before settling comfortably on the youth's shoulder.
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Post by Arual on Nov 2, 2008 19:33:28 GMT -5
Cecil's eyes squinted, trying to adjust itself to such an intensity of light. "Are you serious?" he asked, trying not to get through the 'games' with an overhot temper from such tedious things like what he was being asked of.
Then the bird. At this point he didn't care- and he ignored the bird unless told it was of some signifigance in which he was forced to care for its wellbeing.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 2, 2008 20:02:47 GMT -5
The jay was apathetically alert, not caring so much what it was paying attention to, apparently- as long as it was paying attention to something. The little head tilted to the side slightly and it seemed to flash a birdy little smirk to Cecil and mimicked his voice, "Serious." it echoed, trying to answer for Neko in some odd way. People could find it irritating to have a bird mimicking their voice, whether or not Cecil was one of those people we could only wait and find out.
Neko nodded, "Of course, don't worry, I could have filled it up more, it's only about two thirds filled so it won't be impossible and you don't have to be touching the wheelbarrow the entire time, you could leave it behind you and then take it through whatever it is the other challenges are." Neko obviously had no clue what Cecil was going to be told to do, Neko didn't want to know because he didn't want to accidentally spoil any suprises. Neko smiled, obviously thinking that this challenge wasn't going to be too hard, it was just a wheelbarrow after all, right?
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