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| To bind them...; A wedding for Mers & Hikari... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 21 2006, 04:29 PM (606 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Apr 21 2006, 04:29 PM Post #1 |
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A clearing, a section of rough grasses and thickets among the trees, the scene played out there, with nature’s ambition. The forest was deep rooted, sprouting from the earliest ages of life, growing through the dead and into the suns rays. The life giving rays were distorted by the eerie fog that always covered the sky, casting a darkened shadow across the entire wood. However, the fog seemed to clear for this event, the late day sky casting an orange haze that would soon wash out to a calm blue, the night hours were quite the sight here. The set up was simple; there was a small stand towards the front where the bride and groom would stand with the preacher, in front of that were two sections of white fold-out chairs, set up in neat rows, and further back was a long white table, an array of fine alcoholic beverages set up along its right side, and the left cleared for any gifts that people may bring. Beyond that was a small tent area that had been set up for the bride, a place where she could stay if need be. That was all that was present, simple but it worked. Mers stood near the front, not wearing his plate mail but instead a dark blue officer’s uniform, the front decorated with many emblems and ranks, a standing symbol of his wealth of military knowledge. He was facing the front stand, where he would soon be with his wife and lover; there was a man on top of the stand, in a similar blue uniform, but he had many more decorations then Mers. The man was older; he had wrinkles on his face and a head of grey hair, there was a small tag on his chest that read, ‘Admiral Berlov’, he would be the Master of Ceremonies. Vale sat next to Hensen on the left side of the chairs, the left being for the friends and family of the groom and the right for the bride. Vale turned to Hensen, looking him over, they were both in what they generally wore, the basic TR uniform, “Why did we come again?” Vale asked, leering at his young partner, “Because there is supposed to be beer and chicks!” Hensen sputtered, grinning widely. Vale just shook his head, looking at the ground, in the back of his mind though; he hoped a certain someone would show up. Vis’tal stood near the back, eyeing the alcohol with its bulbous eyes, it could not identify the substance, nor did it want to find out what it was. It remained there however, seeing nowhere else to go, or no robot boy to be petted by. You might say that it ‘missed’ him, despite the fact that it barely knew him, sometimes Latteners get a little clingy when they are alone. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 21 2006, 06:32 PM Post #2 |
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A figure, quite unrecognizable due to the fact that she had changed her outfit, stepped into the clearing quietly. Another person was with her, clutching her hand to prevent him from tripping clumsily over roots that his amazing optics couldn't spot in the undergrowth. The larger of the two carried two boxes of different sizes, white and black striped wrapping paper concealing their contents. The lady who carried them had decked herself in stunning clothing. 'Stunning' as in it broke her daily routine of a masculine suit. Faith was wearing a dress. A pretty dress, too. A stunning black that matched her hair in monochrome. It was short and hugged her body comfortably, giving actual curves. Faith couldn't remember the time when she had possessed curves. She was slightly hesitant when entering. Faith had enough human qualities to make her self-concious about the way she looked and how people reacted to her. The boy whose hand was clutched in her's, however, didn't seem to care a bit about how he looked. He pulled on her hand anxiously, wanting to get to the party. Ticktick was wearing slightly more formal attire than his plain clothes. A grey uniform with a white line like a slash across his chest and matching pants. He still thought they were rather constricting. His hair had been washed and combed, a shiny sheen could be seen from the hairspray. He bounced happily along, finally coming to the clearing and practically running towards Vissory, releasing Faith's hand. Faith chuckled, her wings flitting in the soft light. "Sorry to barge in on you like this. I brought this whelp along. Said something about wanting to see a friend of his." |
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| Deleted User | Apr 21 2006, 07:23 PM Post #3 |
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(Who is she talking to? I'm too stupid to figure it out...
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| Deleted User | Apr 21 2006, 08:23 PM Post #4 |
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(Mers.) |
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| Deleted User | Apr 21 2006, 08:49 PM Post #5 |
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“What?” Mers cast a look over his shoulder, seeing Faith and then turning around, his hands behind his back, “Oh, hello there Faith, glad to see you could arrive. You’re not barging in at all, its good to see that more then three people were willing to brave the forest to see this day…” He shook his head, thinking about what he had done to prepare, “But alas, we aren’t the most popular couple I suppose, and besides I wouldn’t want all the people running about disrupting the place, small is satisfactory. I’m rambling though,” He finished in a low tone. “Thicktick!” Vis’tal exclaimed, setting a bottle down that it had picked up, “Shuv’dilos!” It nodded quickly, taking a few steps towards Ticktick as its armored body turned, its head lurching back and forth as if moved. It came to a reasonable distance, a few strides away from him before stepping, taking its fist and banging it against the symbol on its breast plate, a greeting in their culture. “You look very nice by the way…” Mers noted, looking over the dress she had, it was a genuine statement, she did look good, “Oh you can set those boxes on the left side of the table…” Mers stated, noticing the boxes in her arms as well. He was truly happy tonight, and for once in his life he could just smile, nothing of flattery, no one to impress, just being happy. “Holy hell!” Hensen sputtered, looking over at Faith, he and Vale were out of earshot, but that didn’t stop him from talking, “Check out that broad over there Vale, look at her!” Hensen chuckled happily, “What did I tell you?” Vale shook his head sighing, “That there would be women here, now would you stop bothering me?” He grumbled, glaring at Hensen |
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| Deleted User | Apr 21 2006, 09:23 PM Post #6 |
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Ticktick's smile couldn't have been wider as he presented his own greeting. He brought his palm to his lips, kissing it softly. He turned the hand around and kissed the back and then placed it over his clockwork heart. After pleasantries had been exchanged, Ticktick moved closer to the Lattener as he spun around gently, showing off his new outfit with childlike joy. "Vissy! Faith bought this for me. Doesn't it look neat?" Faith nodded her head in a semi-polite bow to Mers and placed the gifts on the said table, putting her fingers to her hair to see if any loose strands had escaped the rigorous regime she had forced her hair to go through before attending. "Thank you very much. I haven't smoked a thing today. Wanted it to be a special occasion." Faith excused herself and made her way over to the beverages. Giving a knowing smile to Ticktick before she poured herself a glass of wine, she flicked the crystal glass with a manicured fingernail. It rang true, the chime resonating a few feet around her. Some alchohol to tide her over and Ticktick looked after. Everything was set for her to properly enjoy herself. Faith walked through the chairs, sitting herself down on the bride's side, reclining in her chair very casually with the glass held between two slender fingers. Her eyes scanned the set up, catching onto Vale and Hensen. One night of joy, right? What the hell, might as well drop the bitchy act for a moment. Faith winked at Hensen, bringing the glass of deep red to her lips. Too bad she was old enough to be his great-great-great grandmother's grandmother. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 22 2006, 01:54 AM Post #7 |
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Vis’tal memorized his form of greetings so that it could recall it and perhaps use it later, It returned its fist to its side, letting it spread to a simple and relaxed open palm. It took its other hand and placed it on the side of his arm, closing it and stopping his twirl, turning its head so it could look over his choice of attire. In the hand that had been returned to Vis’tals side it took the cloth that made up its trouser in-between its fingers, getting a feel for the texture before raising its hand and touching his new outfit, sliding his claw along the band that crossed it. “S’ooth…” It said, rotating its ‘tusks’ within its mouth, “Grend’ios…” It took its claw all the way to the edge, not cutting it, just feeling the outfits contour and design. When it came to where his arm was it moved its claw up onto his arm, grabbing it much like it had on his other arm, holding both tightly for a moment then releasing. Hensen kept his watch on the lone female as she moved about, from Mers to the table, the table to her chair, taking in her features as she did so. Hensen had always loved woman, of a builds, sizes, and races, his strong appetite developing from a long childhood of neglect, he direly wanted something to love and be loved, woman, the most majestic and beautiful things he knew of at that time were his target. His eyes widened and joy pumped through his veins when he saw her wink at him, He clasped his palms together and rubbing them back and forth quickly, “Did you see that Vale!” Hensen hammered, looking at Vale then to Faith. “Yes, I saw it…” Vale muttered, shaking his head again, “Why don’t you go bother her and not me?” He asked, pushing him to go. “Will you just hold on a damn minute!?” Hensen growled, “I’m trying to time everything…” He grumbled, glaring at Vale briefly before returning his gaze to the lovely woman that he now preyed upon. “Fine, just as long as you stop bothering me about the women…” Vale retorted, sighing heavily. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 22 2006, 09:37 AM Post #8 |
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(Just read Robin's latest news. :slump: Both Ticky AND Faith are in other roleplays. If it's categorized under misc. does it still count?) |
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| Deleted User | Apr 22 2006, 12:29 PM Post #9 |
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(No it does not!) |
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| Deleted User | Apr 22 2006, 01:51 PM Post #10 |
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Ticktick giggled and allowed Vissory to speculate his outfit. He was pleased that his friend was taking so much interest in his new outfit. He patted his hand gently after it had left his arm, smiling up at the beast that he had become familiar with. "This is the first wedding I've been to, Viss. I'm not really sure how it works, but does that man over there become joined with some lady?" He raised his arm and, not knowing it to be rude, pointed at Mers with interest. "He's kinda formidable." Faith chuckled to herself at Hensen's rather spasmodic reaction, her attention returning to her glass. She nursed her drink slowly, it was impolite to merely gulp down wine at a wedding. True, she usually would've downed the whole keg if offered to her at a tavern. It took enormous self-control not to indulge herself too much. The lack of nicotine in her stream made her tense and rather y, but she didn't allow it to show. Faith needed the alchohol to loosen her joints and her tongue, otherwise she would be at everyone's throats later in the evening. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 22 2006, 04:04 PM Post #11 |
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Vis’tal nodded, confirming Ticktick’s statement, “Mers…” It said simply, not making any mistakes in the pronunciation, the mans name had been ground into its head whenever ‘Vissory’ had worked with him. Mers had never let the Lattener mispronounce it, strictly enforcing the like on the creature, forcing its body to adapt to save itself from consequences. Hensen gave Vale one last glare and then pushed off his chair, losing his balance for a moment and having to stumble to regain it. He quickly moved through the row of chairs, darting past Mers and giving him a brief nod before fumbling his way to the row just behind Faith, sitting a seat just behind and to her left. “Good evening miss…” Hensen spoke to her from behind, then leaning forward and propping his arms on the chair next to her, “I couldn’t help but notice you’re the only one in the brides section, would you mind if I kept you a little company?” He inquired, manifesting one of his many excuses from his mind, never stating his true motives until much later. Mers took a few steps forward, clearing a path for Hensen as he sped by, ignoring his nod and continuing, giving a face of determination to Berlov as the other ‘old man’ stood at the front waiting. The ceremony would start soon, and then he would have a more official bond to the woman that he loved, truly loved. His face turned to annoyance soon though, feeling the digits of a boy being pointed at him, looking over his shoulder he gave a snide look of disgust to Ticktick, muttering a few things about the ‘damn kids’. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 22 2006, 04:36 PM Post #12 |
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Ticktick inclined his head gracefully to Mers, allowing a small current of electricity that he generated by himself to run through the static ends of his hair. It was quite a laughable sight, really. Ticktick's grey hair stood on end for a moment, jagged blue lines of energy pulsing through it like a collection of lightning rods. Presuming that he looked amusing, the boy laughed. The engineers had been nice enough to give the boy a voicebox that allowed him to laugh in a musical tone. "Mers, huh? Quite formidable." Faith shifted in her seat, giving herself space to observe the face that had settled next to her. She set the glass down delicately, placing her elbow on the back of the chair and resting her chin on her hand. Faith's usually clouded eyes had cleared up considerably, gaining much more depth in the process. "Company, hmm? I wouldn't mind, but I don't think you would've left your friend for 'company', no?" |
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| Deleted User | Apr 22 2006, 05:04 PM Post #13 |
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Vis’tal quirked its head as the bits of charge ran through his head, taking a step back and watching them move, its ‘tusks’ opening out of its mouth just slightly. It let out a distorted inhale, it sounded sort of like a gasp, but hardly so, the gesture was hard to read because it was very vague. It brought its head straight again, focusing on him more, instead of his electric hair, “Sen’us…” “Well, Vale isn’t that great of company anyway, he’s way to withdrawn and he always spaces out,” Hensen shook his head, leaning back a bit to look her dead on, “But that’s not the reason I came over here, I’d prefer to be with someone like you more then that man any day, no matter how interesting he was….” He nodded, giving a brief smirk. Vale sighed heavily, picking himself up and strolling out into the center isle, dodging past Mers and moving to the back table, hoping to get a bit of alcohol. Smiling at Vis’tal as he passed, glad to see that it had made a friend, moving around behind him he obtained an unlabeled brown bottle, popping the cap off and taking a swig, it was good stuff,, very good. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 22 2006, 05:33 PM Post #14 |
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Ticktick noticed Vis'tal's concern and stopped the current. His hair fluttered down into its original position as he grinned and wrapped himself around Vissory's arm with content. He observed the drinks, frowing slightly when he realized that nothing would slake his thirst. Water and other liquids would fry him the moment they were swallowed. Only oil or gas was allowed past his lips and, since he had been blessed with the sense of taste, had grown quite particular to motor oil. And he wasn't expecting a glass of such at this wedding. "Sometimes I wish I could actually eat things. Like you, Vissy! You love berries, don'tcha?" Faith's wings pumped slightly, stirring up a small breeze that would hit Hensen squarely in the face. The blow had the equivilant of a playful nudge. Faith wasn't so crabby that she would hurt someone else. "Right. Something tells me that the label 'Ladykiller' seems to fit your profile. Flattery simply drops from your lips, doesn't it?" |
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| Deleted User | Apr 23 2006, 01:48 PM Post #15 |
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Vis’tal grunted happily, taking his hand and setting it atop his head, ruffling his non calm hair, wondering if he controlled it or not, the discharge. It let its teeth fold out, lifting up and falling down, like the antennae of a curious insect looking at a pound of candy. After a moment it took its hand from his head, and placing it on the table leaning on it. After a moment its hand bumped into a large bottle of a dark liquid, looking at it inquisitively it decided to pick it up, holding it in front of its face and ripping the wooden cork out. “Vis’tal ‘ink?” It inquired, holding the top of the bottle near its mouth, and looking at it, wondering whether or not to drink the mystery substance, hinging on its ‘partners’ decision. “Well, I suppose you could call me that,” Hensen said nodding in agreement, “But wordplay isn’t the only thing I have in my knowledge, I’m quite good at, and quite fond of a great deal of things…” Hensen finished, letting a sly smile run amongst his face, despite the recent stun of the slight wind. He looked over her, spying the wings with great interest. |
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