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Post by Arual on Nov 12, 2008 22:30:43 GMT -5
Cecil nodded. "Yes, I do." he answered, the flame once lost inside him after a tramatizing chapter in life finally burning again- brighter than ever imagined. He couldn't understand a lot of things in this life, being the age he was- but if he knew one certain thing.....it was how much he loved the girl beside him with everything he had.
Marissa looked at Israfel a moment, and turned back....still feeling guilty.
Quietly, from out of nowhere- a couple of Cecil's friends from back home came through and took some seats. They were all dressed up (to a certain extent), and Lily pointing at Cecil with a pink cheeked face as the sun soaked against her slightly tanned skin. Four other boys came in with one familiar face of Crae, he being the oldest shut the boys up from muttering anything after having come late......let alone have to correct them at all for their age. Lily beamed brilliantly, the only chick in the group- but was given high respect by the guys around her; her blonde hair pulled up in a fancy bun at the top of her head and a vibrant royal purple, silky dress on with three gold buttons at the top. It's neckline and chest area was sinched, the middle like a conductor's ruffle on the white of their suits, it came down to her knees and showed off her long legs and black flats to cover her feet. For once it was nice to not wear their headbands....but just enjoy being normal people- not ninjas.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 13, 2008 21:58:48 GMT -5
It seemed for a second the hood shifted, as if he was looking out at the gathering audience. A young man with thick, wavy brown hair, who had been dead asleep on his seat, stirred slightly. He was pale, and the circles under his eyes seemed to suggest he needed that rest, but he simply straightened and forced his eyes open to watch Cecil and Suzume's exchange, slightly dazed from weariness.
"Suzume Itou," Odell continued, fixing his shaded gaze on the bride. "The essence of a woman is water, soothing and slow to wrath, but puissant and implacable when finally whipped into storm. Do you swear that through the time of your marriage you will keep your spirit pure and untainted, though desperation and sadness may strive to pollute? Do you promise to stand steadfast and calm when his spirit may be swayed and guide him gently along the path that is right, however irrational its twists and turns may seem to him? Do you swear to wash away his times of sadness with pure love and always flow forward, cleansing his wrongs against you and yours against him by the comfort of your purpose? Is he worth this, to you?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 13, 2008 22:28:15 GMT -5
Suzume looked towards Cecil when Odell was speaking of everything that she would have to do and she smiled "of course." she said, her voice quiet and the lightest traces of pink traveled across her face. She looked back towards everyone before her gaze was drawn back towards Odell, waiting for him to continue, her eyes wide and expecting. She we excited, still unbelievably nervous but the excitement for that moment when it would be declared was almost too much to bear, she wanted to shout 'GET ON WITH IT, ALREADY!' at the top of her lungs but of course she didn't because of the fact that doing such a thing was definately not acceptable. Still, she was tempted beyond belief, she wanted to hear it, be told that she was in fact married to Cecil, she wanted to know this wouldn't be interrupted and ruined like everything was here at TMA.
Israfel seemed to be watching everything, his gaze lazily falling on Suzume and Cecil, but of course his mind was busy at work, sending messages off, "I can feel your guilt from here, you don't need to feel bad- your life took you elsewhere and I understand that, I can only hope that you'd understand if I it had been me who had to leave instead of you." he didn't look towards Marissa when he sent this message, he simply sent it and acted as if he hadn't done anything while he listened to Marissa's thoughts passively for a response, it would be rude to let everyone find out that you were talking to someone else during an event such as this.
Neko, upon getting no reply or recognition simply decided to watch instead, his green eyes looking around the room at the people to see thier reactions rather than the action ceremony, yes people were getting married but the people watching well, you could gather a lot more from them than you could the bride or groom right now. Neko looked back towards Makashi who seemed to be on the verge of laughter, the man was looking towards Akira and so naturally Neko looked towards Akira too, Akira was sinking a bit in her seat and looking very sheepish. Neko had no clue why this was, but nonetheless it was.
"You really need to work on that 'slow to wrath' stuff." Makashi's familiar voice came to Akira's mind with warm laughter in it's undertones. Yeah, Akira didn't seem like she was someone who really followed the little marriage pledges very well, she tried her best, honestly she did but sometimes vengeance was the only possible option, amiright?
Makashi smiled as he recieved his response, "Shut up and pay attention to the ceremony!" Akira was loud and obtrusive when she sent messages to others and no doubt the telepathic message passed through one or two other minds on it's way to Makashi. Akira was a bit telepathic but not very much, it wasn't her forte.
A pair of red headed twins immediately shut up, figuring that God wanted them to shut up, considering the message that was just put through their minds. God sounded weird.
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Post by Arual on Nov 13, 2008 22:38:34 GMT -5
Marissa sighed to herself, though looking forward with a smile. ....If you left...I don't know. But you were never the reason I left. Something came up. But I....I miss you so much. I still love you, Israfel. *pauses* If that even matters to you anymore... A handful of curls had been split behind and in front of her shoulder as she sat there alone on the other side of the grouping of chairs.
Cecil practically was waiting to get out of there with the love of his life and enjoy whatever they had left of the day together- no matter what that implied or consisted of. It didn't matter to him, only that she was there beside him no matter what. Cecil looked at Suzume a minute before he had his attention back on the minister for whatever was left of this ceremony and such.
If it weren't for familiar eyes.....yeah. Lets not go there right now.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 13, 2008 22:40:25 GMT -5
"What name have you chosen for yourselves? Those who are one should not live as two," he said. "Both of you must write it, one over the other, so that it will never be forgotten." In one steady hand he held out the open book, the page slightly yellowed with age but blank, in the other hand he offered an old fashioned pen, not a quill but fixed with an ink nib for dipping. It had already been supplied with ink, and was ready. The question was, were they?
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Post by Arual on Nov 13, 2008 22:47:57 GMT -5
Cecil looked at Suzume with a calm but secretly (only know to Suzume, having seen it a few times previous to now) a bit panicked as if asking 'Which one? Maybe you should go first.....You're the one who really has to choose the name.' But it lasted an instant and died down into that slightly nervous but comfortably calm expression on his face.
(THATS THE ONLY THING WE NEVER DID LIWA! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
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Post by Zhao Yun on Nov 14, 2008 18:54:39 GMT -5
Atop a nearby hill the cries of the joyous occasion flooded into the sleeping Zhao's ears forcing him out of his slumber opening one of his eyes it lazily scanned around him slowly like a scanner he took everything in, closing his eye again a few seconds passed before his darted back up both eyes open, with a quick spin he faced where he was resting a gentle sigh passed his lips "Just a few more then i'll have enough for that surprise that i was asked to do today" Zhao spoke in a tired manner closing his eyes he raised his arms and slapped his checks twice "OK lets get to work finishing these off if not i'm going to get killed by Cecil for not finishing his request..."
---a few days before these events---
on a bright sunny day under a secluded tree in one of the academy's gardens was Zhao sitting against the tree humming a song from his families past only to pause occasionally to insert some lyrics which he spoke gently as though he was reading them from an instruction manual in the back of his head "gently mix in at a 3-1 rating....open up the container and fill till quater remain.... insert the fuse and close them up...oh how it will help me train!" he stopped the strange humming and singing combination when he noticed a man staring wondering what he was doing.
Grinning Zhao gently placed his tools to one side and and stood up grasping his spear and a container he walked out to the open placing the container onto the ground "what are you doing?" the man asked curiously watching Zhao from where he was Zhao just stood there looking around then with one fell swoop he skimmed his spear past a nearby stone making sparks fly off, the sparks lit the fuse to the container walking back under the tree Zhao sat back down "3...2...1...boom" is all the man heard Zhao say as the container blasted into the air blowing up with a mighty BANG the container blew up with a shocking blue exposition as the burning powder scattered down being extinguished as they fell, the smiled faded from Zhao's face "damn not the right combination of powder" he muttered the man was in awe "fireworks....that's it some fireworks might be good if the wind isn't heavy!".
The man approached Zhao some what nervous to ask him for the awkward favor he had in mind "Excuse me, but how many of these can you make?" he questioned curious, Zhao glanced up and responded "about 50 to 80 can be made in 3 days if i get the combination of powder right...Why you want some fire training bombs?" Zhao asked.
(since his family could not use magic they would find ways to train the body so it could take a beating from magic for fire they would use a container filled with powder and set it alight and use the bodies power to counter or defend against the blast)
the man looked slightly confused "Fire training bombs? those are fireworks you keep making, and i was wondering if you could make some more and set them off for me?" the man looked a Zhao unsure if he just screwed up his proposal to him or not, "sure i got no other use but to set them lite and see how much i can withstand the blast!" Zhao replied the man let a sigh of relief pass his lips "so whats your name or do i have to keep being rude to you?" the man chuckled at this "my name is Cecil and thanks for making these fireworks for me" Zhao nodded and replied "no problem Cecil, jsut let me know when you need them made and i'll have them done by then"....
-and back to now-
rubbing his arm against his forehead to remove some sweat from falling off he inserted the last fuse into the container and closing the lid he stacked it under the tree with the other 70 odd containers "ok job complete i just now gotta wait a bit for the right time to let these go off" Zhao spoke leaning against the tree trunk watching the sky.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 14, 2008 22:40:10 GMT -5
Suzume scrawled the name on the peice of paper in her clumsy handwriting, 'Shan' it read, it was Cecil's last name but Suzume saw no problem in them both taking the surname now. She paused to look at the letters and in honesty it wasn't the best handwriting one could have ever seen but she had put her best effort into it, wanting to make the name look official and the sort. She handed the pen to Cecil, hoping that it was okay, there was a smile on her face and obviously she was silly with excitement. A few strands of her wavy red hair hung in her face as she smiled to Cecil, waiting for him to write the name in the book. She glanced towards the minister, as if asking how much longer the ceremony would take, knowing how most traditional things were- it was going to be a while. It would definately figure, wouldn't it?
"And what is it that you think matters?" Israfel asked Marissa, even though his attention was clearly on the reception, "Perhaps what matters to me is that no matter what's done now- you're going to leave, so getting involved in anything with you seems rather pointless. Is that what you think matters to me?" his tone was smooth and it was impossible to tell if this was a kiss off or his way of saying that he wasn't angry. It would have helped if he would at least look towards Marissa. "Am I really that cruel?" he inquired, his voice calm in it's luscious tones, ever as enchanting as they were any day before. The cordial rise and fall of his voice through the telepathic link frighteningly disconnected and impersonal like a monologue dictated through a veil. He did sound a little sorry for treating Marissa in such a way as this, or perhaps it was simply an act put on for show at a whim. It really was impossible to read Israfel at times.
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Post by Arual on Nov 15, 2008 11:13:12 GMT -5
Cecil wrote the name he still was to keep down on the paper too. When he finished, it made his nerves shatter into a hypermode, yet his hand was surprisingly still.
I can see you moving on, whether it's true or not, I don't know.....and found someone else. Marissa looked on- and she wanted to hug her But don't think I looked to you as a cruel person! Israfel... She took her jacket off from the warm weather, showing a nice elbow length sleeved shirt with a little pull tie in the back to make the shirt fit your body. She looked good, not so pale anymore- but her heart was a sore. IF Israfel in fact had found someone else, she would gladly congradulate him and try to make ammends from leaving him a few months ago and go on her way. Marissa; however, wasn't sure if he did have a new girl, because she knew from experience he didn't drag his girl all over the place with him. There were times where he'd be with her, and clearly set the boundary of the place she would not dare tread. Well, that is if she cared about him at all, respecting his space.
The young woman's (well, now a year older ^^ 19/20 years old....I think I made her 18 originally) emerald eyes glittered in the sunlight, though her smile was not for anything but the wedding....however bittersweet it really was in the eyes of Israfel who knew her well enough to know. I just hope you can forgive me for doing that to you. It wasn't fair.
(Marissa really wants to go hug Israfel.....but she's trying to keep herself calm- which she is.....but yeah)
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 15, 2008 16:29:56 GMT -5
Odell shut the book with a brisk snap and nodded his head so low it could have been taken as a bow. "Suzume and Cecil Shan are married under the Light of God this day," he said, his voice carrying. "No opponent, hardship, nor even the passage of years has the power to negate their union, now, and forever. Congratulations," he said to them, indicating that the ceremony was over.
Keyne, who had been watching the exchange attentively, then turned to Neko. An impulse ran over her, and she gently scratched behind his ears with her hand. "Hey, are you a kitty?" she asked.
[Once again, you don't need to read anything past here. I was just having fun from this point on.]
"Yeah Cecil!" Gerro shouted with enthusiasm, but it was short lived. His face started to approach the color of his hair, and the sprite ran off behind a tree so as not to upset the guests with his upchucking. It was unpleasant. Zet watched, his expression softer than unusual, and Kerret carefully rose to go get his wedding present. On the way out of the row, though, he somehow got tangled in the air and ended up collapsed on the ground with three chairs down as well, and a startled elf underneath him.
"Oh sorry, didn't see you! I'm so clumsy!" Kerret apologized, trying to get up and unpin the elf while not causing more damage to the surrounding chairs. The elf held conveyed it was fine and he was not upset nor hurt with a nervous smile and a gesture, while they awkwardly tried to get out of their embarrassing situation. Gerro would have laughed, had he not been rejecting last night's dinner at the time, which, to his distaste, had been blood. It did nothing to stop his upset stomach, since blood did not taste any better coming out than it did going in.
Finally they helped themselves into a standing position totally unfettered by attacking chairs, and nodded to each other as gentlemen. Then the elf started running towards Gerro, losing visibility with each step until he disappeared.
"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue," Rell said with great satisfaction. Hase looked over with a wryly hesitant question on his face, as if asking 'what do you mean' as well as 'do I want to know?'. "The first two were eluding me. I just remembered," the demon explained airily.
"And what is it? Mother Goose?" Hase asked flatly.
"A little less twisted, I'm afraid," Rell responded. "An old wedding rhyme for what the bride should have for her wedding. Bad luck tends to befall those who don't follow it."
Hase looked a little skeptical. "Do you believe in bad luck?"
"I believe that those who ask for trouble are likely to find a willing obliger, divine or otherwise." The demon smiled darkly.
"Did I miss it?" A rabbit poked out of one of Rell's pockets, dark brown with black markings. It somehow managed to look distressed. "I thought you two would at least tell me when it started. Oh well, I guess I'll just go tell them good job."
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Post by Arual on Nov 15, 2008 18:40:38 GMT -5
Cecil felt like something that had boiled over like a tea pot- but the minute those words were said, all that tension and nervous energy faded away. Suzume and himself were married, even if they were young for it. Does it matter how old, as long as you love each other with your whole being? I doubt it. At the 'Yeah Cecil' with that familiar tone of his good friend and teacher Gerro, the groom's face went beat red for a second, but he didn't stop smiling.
((I just thought id get this on here before I lost my mojo. xD Liwa, you can go- sorry about going over one. OH! Honeymoon- PM rp. xD Even if its totally longer than the rest of the rps...we don't have to wait. And its if you want to. I just think it'd be ridiculous to see how itd turn out...xD))
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Post by Zhao Yun on Nov 16, 2008 18:55:13 GMT -5
Zilong's eyes shot open a large grin covered his face "THE TIME IS NOW!!!!" he declared stacking the containers he built 3 at a time he attached a longer fuse line that was attached to the other fuses and swung his spear against a nearby rock sending a spark onto the fuse wire igniting it.
The fuse line hissed away at a quick speed kneeling down zilong began to mutter <"10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1"> he paused for a moment as the fuses burnted into the containers one after the other "GO FILL THERE DREAMS WITH HOPE!!!!" zilong screamed as the containers flew into the sky towards everyone at the wedding releasing a high screech as they flew.
Blowing up one after another in the sky with thunderous booms they released a vast display of shimmering lights that fell to the earth like snow vaporizing after a few seconds of being on display.
Atop the hill Zilong danced around with a joyous posture flicking his hands to the containers one by one as they would launch into the air, pausing he ran back under the tree grabbing a large barrel like container he ran to the end of the line up grabbing the fuse he quickly entangled it to the last containers unlit fuse.
"Cecil this one is for you as my present for you and your newly found wife, i hope you guys like it" he said as the last small containers fuse blew alight from the other fuse lines lighting the large one as well <"may the dragon of heavens bless your days together and live your life with great love for each other and a peaceful life"> the last container blew up with the sky returning to it's previous state a loud whistle.
reaching it's destination in the sky the large container blew up unlike the other ones an image appeared in the burning powder of a man in a suit and a woman in a dress presumably of a bride and groom perchance, below where the words "Congratulations" sitting on the slightly charred grass zilong nodded happily with the display picked his spear up and started down the hill towards the academy.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 16, 2008 19:37:21 GMT -5
"What is it, Marissa? Because telling from your presence here you came for the wedding though if there's anything else you have to do while you're here, I suggest you get it done and over with." Israfel seemed as composed as ever, standing up since the ceremony was over now and the actual celebration would begin tomorrow at the soonest. Tonight would be for rest and preparation before the events.
At the first signs of the fireworks there was a great commotion that exploded into existance, Suzume wrapped her arms around Cecil, her eyes wide as she did so and in the audience Neko leaped up from his seat, falling over the row in front of him. Akira stood up, bright flames erupting from her palms as she looked after the source of the noise and Makashi from the back of the group melted away only to appear next to Zhao Yun in the form of a great dragon, a snarl on his face.
This was a moment to step back and appreciate a people who were used to life in Virisea, a place that was always at war nowadays. In other, simpler words- when you hear explosions in Virisea, you're more or less under attack so those in the audience whom had lived in Virisea for any extended period of time were rather jumpy when it came to explosions of any type.
Donna seemed oblivious to the hubbub over the fireworks and with great interest she wandered off after Gerro, fancying she saw someone else heading over towards the sprite and if she was right then this might so happen to turn out to be a rather wonderful day on top of the stunning wedding.
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Post by Arual on Nov 16, 2008 19:52:55 GMT -5
Cecil held Suzume with a smile, surprised himself- but enjoying them....more then he could say for many. A faint chuckle came out- but it was just natural...not in any way an attempt of laughing at those who got scared.
Marissa went over to Israfel now that everything was done and most people were getting up....or down. "I came back because I couldn't stand being away from you. I've met Suzume a few times, and I wanted to see how she was feeling since I had last seen her as well....but mostly you," she answered. "If you don't want me here, then that's fine. I'll say hello to Suzume and be on my way. But I couldn't go on with myself if I didn't apologize! Well, I supose that's it. It was nice to see you again, Israfel." Marissa knew that nothing could be done at this point. It was over. He seemed to make it clear that part of their relationship was done. Or, so it seemed to her. Her hands went into her pockets and she took a step to turn around.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Nov 16, 2008 20:13:07 GMT -5
"Most people kiss for good measure," Odell suggested, humor in his words. He didn't seem overly concerned, and instead went over to the tired young man from earlier, who had fallen back asleep the moment after the two were married.
Hase felt a smile forming on his face as the fireworks went up, but it shattered as he felt a blow to the back of his head and was forced bodily to the ground by that Neko guy from earlier. He rubbed his head and forced himself up into a crouch, grinning wryly. "It's just fireworks," he said soothingly, obviously finding the situation funny. The last one went off, of bride and groom. Pretty amazing, for fireworks.
"Neko? Knife-man? You two okay?" Keyne asked with a laugh. Hase made a face.
"Kinda hoped you didn't remember that one. It's Hase, not knife-man."
"Whatever, no one got hurt," she said merrily, offering her hands to help them up. Ensuna watched the two men with eyes like hell flash-frozen in a glacier, and did not seem to share his daughter's opinion.
Over by the tree, Gerro stopped watering the plants with blood (though thankfully, not his) for a moment to look up at Donna. So taken by sickness, he had not really even heard the fireworks. "Hey there," he said warmly, though the grin was a bit forced. His mouth was just concentrating on not being an exit right then and there, and smiling was secondary. Only years of nurtured skill in blowing chunks kept his clothes and hair clean, but it would be unrealistic to think his chin had escaped all of the carnage, so he wiped himself off with a nearby leaf.
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