This is Sparta [Wedding Thread] pt1. the Ceremony

[Bastille Amtrum]

[[ooc; open to viewers, but general rule is you're not allowed to disrupt the wedding. There is no certain post order.]]


The sun would rise with the crisp morning breeze over the wasteland. Today was the day something beyond the bitter normality was finally occurring. Something different. A wedding.

The day went on, people were scurrying around the temple of Aphrodite fixing it up and possibly hiding all the remnants of any stag party that had recently [finally] ended. [much to many peoples disappointment] Outside the temple, large white curtains, a startling amount of flowers and pyres [from small to giant] littered the ground. It was a spectacle to see, a wedding worth that of the gods. Golden satin [stolen from the old LA fasion district and probably somewhat radioactive] had been draped down the steps as a walk up. Everything else was made of cold, smooth stone.

Now as the day wore on the temple was finally opened to the guests to start entering. As they walked in, they would see the giant green and white drapings would continue, along with flowers draping the alters to the goddess of love. Flower petals littered the ground along with tiny pools with floating candles and water lilies. There were also tables with small amounts of refreshments on them and some snacks. The golden satin lead into the temple and back out a door into the outside area, the sun visible and the path lined with tiny bowls of red colored water [yes to look like blood] with white candles floating and lighting the way. BUT- before you could continue into the temple and down the path-

The Kraken, Enyo, Kratos and various other deities guarded the gate- ominous in their stature. They held weapons at their disposal and made no secret their task- gift collection. There was a giant table by the entrance, towering with gifts of all shapes, sizes, and walks of life. Even a lion lounged along side a pool near the presents, looking rather indifferent about being tied to a column.

Once the presents were given and the invitation presented, the guests would be free to walk around and out into the back area and the location of the alter. Numerous chairs were set up, flowers lining the hall with tiny poles sticking up and out of them, baring more torches. The golden satin would end and the walk way up to the alter would be a dirt path-tiny stones had been laid into the path forming a giant dragon mural. Along the outside of the chairs were giant towering columns, each holding giant flames and providing the light beyond what the sun was capable of. The sun was beginning to set and the guests were being urged to take their seats- next to and where ever they so chose. Bridal family got the front and as did the Grooms choices. The 'twins' were already present, resting in the arms of Buck as the official baby bearer. They were dressed in long olive green and gold trimmed Victorian style infant clothes. They each wore a tiny circlet of golden leaves. Buck himself was dressed simply in a Victorian tux with a purple waste coat.

The sun would begin to set, not quite setting red to the sky. At the alter, there was a giant pool and a walkway extending into the pool. Floating flowers and candles moved around in the water as green and white flowers glimmered above the floating walk way.

The wedding would start soon.... but for now there was still time for the Groom to prepare.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille would be in her dressing room- doing that......freak out thing, in her own way at least. She would be sitting in the chair, a white kimono covering her shoulders as she pushed ear earrings around on the table top. It was almost time. The girls behind her ran around frantically trying to get ready themselves- Bastille was quite content to be forgotten for a moment, let alone the first time all morning since being found under a table after a foreboding omen.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew was already at the alter with his Best Man Leon was by his side. And the Leon clones were his Groomsmen. Mathew and them were dressed in tuxedos with dark Green vests under their suits. His head had finally stopped pounding at least, that was a plus. Because the bachelor party had gotten pretty wild, between the punching match and the drinking. Yeah, he was glad that the wedding wasn't first thing in the morning.

To his credit though he looked great. Every detail about his attire and appearance was trimmed and crisp. He had spent a lot of time on himself, always one for an eye for details. Though he still hadn't decided on his vows. But the moment would soon be upon them and he was confident that he would come up with the right words when the moment struck. He always did. Now it was just a matter of time for the Bride to come marching down the aisle and for them to get this wedding down and over with.

He would be lying if he said he did not have doubts to it. Him and Bastille had their rough patches still, but he also knew that this was where the story needed to go. He had already planned it out several years ago. This moment, right here. Oh sure tweaks had been made, Barker Bombs had gone off, and other... issues came to light. But he wanted this, and he was going to have it.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie enjoyed the soft whispers of her dress, but she watched Bastille quietly a moment. She remained at a distance, for now, letting her be. But sooner or later, she drew forwards.

"...Bastille..?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille stood and sighed.

"Right, lets get this shit over with....I am getting drunk off my ass later." She scoffed and took off the robe.

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After everyone had taken their seats, and the room was quiet, Bach's Cello Suite instead of the traditional depressing 'Here comes the bride' began to sound, fading in from under the crowd. After, the girls had gone up in their various bridesmaid dresses. The brides maids being the maid of honor Delilah Black, Constance Weller, Conrad Vaude'mont, Adrian Gettysburg, and Monique Scrim. Most of the ladies were old partners of Bastille's or girls from the camps. Bastille had managed to round up some friends.

But then it was time for Bastille to make her appearance. God she just wanted to go back to bed. She checked herself in the mirror once and then finally stepped out onto the dirt path and out of the shadow.

First visible item was her boots, lacey as they tapped down onto the dirt path. Something in the idea of crushing the dragon pebbles beneath her feet put the smirk on her face. her dress was off the shoulder and rather snug fitting, blossoming away at her hips especially thanks to the bustle style in the back. Her hair was also up in a poofy french high pomp style, - this being the only way to get her bangs out of her face. Her long strands of hair were braided and folded to hie the massive amounts of bobby pins in the back, holding the short hair in place. On the right shoulder of the dress there was a golden pin, and around her forehead was the simple yet medieval circlet, bearing a light green stone. As voice of the Earth Dragon, she had obtained a nifty dragon ear cuff which she chose to show off today for the first time, along with a set of ruby ear rings that had jade oval shaped jewels hanging from them and numerous diamond studs in her ear. Through out her hair tons of tiny gold and jade flower hair ornaments decorated what lay behind the pomp. From the mess of braids and behind her ears hung the simple and waste long veil with lace trim. And of course, forget not, the green garter that, depending on how she moved, could be seen in slivers through the hidden slit in her skirts. In her hands she carried a bouquet of calla lilies.

For a moment at the end of the path she stood, looking down-'CLASSIC' she thought- before raising her eyes up to the groom at the end of the walk way. She took a deep breathe and then her smirk widened and she walked carefully up the aisle- proud and alone. She didn't need no damn escort- she was her own person giving her own self away. She stepped onto the water surrounded portion of the path and met Mathew at the alter, her eyes never leaving his the entire time.

"You dont look hung over...." she muttered sardonically.

[Mathew Amtrum]

The music began to play and he knew what was coming. It was signalling that the bride was about to come. He shifted where he stood, his eyes shooting to the Leon's for a moment.

"Thanks for being here Leons. I've been able to count on each of you all my life."

And it meant a surprising amount to have him here today. To have so many versions of him, each from a different part of his life. He couldn't have planned a more fitting groomsman party if he tried.

He watched as Bastille began to walk down the aisle, it was his first time seeing her as a bride and his eyes widened ever so slightly. A small tingle of electricity jolted through his blood. It was a surprising feeling, one that was easy to suppress, but not easy to ignore. She really was beautiful. Thankfully she couldn't fully play the part of blushing bride and sent a quip at him. He could latch on to that.

"Well I've always had a good Constitution my love."

He replied in a low tone, a smirk of his own working across his lips.

[Kazuya Hikari]

Striding up to the entrance of the temple serving as the wedding area, a medium and large sized white box each tied with green ribbon tucked underneath one arm and carrying his baby daughter, Kaori, in the other, Kazuya would stop before the imposing deities serving as guards/bouncers. Nodding down at Kaori, little hands held out the invitation to the guards, Kazuya presenting the box to them, to allow them entry in. His gift to Mathew and Bastille was a testament to his skills in forging. Under William's watchful eye and tutelage, Kazuya had spent days forging their gift, a pair of katanas that rested inside the large box on top of white cloth cushioning, while inside the medium sized box was the wooden stand to hold and display the katanas.

Once granted entry, with one arm free, Kazuya would adjust the tie of the suit he wore, Kaori dressed up in a pretty white dress. And if you were wondering, yes, Kazuya was wearing the badass shades. Spending some time walking around and exploring with Kaori, after a little bit, he'd head to the back area, where the altar was located, and was ushered to his seat near the front, plunking Kaori down beside him, who would sit quietly, as Kazuya taught her to do at formal occasions. Soon the ceremony would begin, Kazuya turning to look behind him and stood up, helping Kaori to stand up on her chair, watching the bride walk down the aisle alone but proudly, following Bastille all the way to the front, where Mathew, Leon, and clones of Leon waited.

[David B.]

David had entered earlier, gift held tightly under his arm as he approached the door. Passing it off to the Kraken, David would look the beast over once before striding inside, Mitsuki Park on his arm- even if she was just there as a friend, they both looked good. Davids hair was trimmed back to reveal his eyes, his suit, surprisingly, was in the grooms colors, and adjusted nicely. He had been ushered to his seat, near the front, looking around himself at how gorgeous everything was.

What a spectacle. Of course Mathew would need one- but this was one of the few times he really didnt mind. Marriage was meant to be a spectacle, and he would have been disappointed if they hadn't gone all out. As Bastille had entered, a fist tightened around his heart, and as he had predicted, he had a short painful thought- 'this should have been for me.'

As quick as it came did he stuff it down, standing and giving a smile that she wouldn't see, hands in pockets, watching her the entire way. As she stood with Amtrum, he took a deep breath before retaking his seat, watching them stand up there and have his prepare for the ceremony.

'At least...she looks happy. And so does he. I can live with that.'

[Mitsuki Park]

Mitsuki Park entered the ceremony wearing a coral hi-low dress, a brown belt looped around her waist and 3" heels. Her dark brown, nearly black hair was done in light waves- the result of sleeping with her hair in a bun. There was no additional jewelry other than the ones she already wore. Heh. She felt like a Californian.

She didn't know the bride and groom on a personal level, but she had encountered the bride in a church once. Small world. She slid her own gift (meant for the misses, not the mister ;3) to the Kraken before making her way inside, her arm slipped around David's...and man, the place was just gorgeous. And she felt out of place. Everything was so green- even David's tux matched the color palette, and here she was...in coral...

The two were ushered to their seats near the front. Cue the music, cue the bride. Everyone stood and directed their eyes toward the woman in white. Beautiful. A small smile would cross her face not because of Bastille, but because she had noticed Kaori just then, wearing a pretty little white dress of her own. Cutie.

When it was time for the audience to sit, she noticed David taking a deep breath. She didn't know of the history between Bastille and David, but she would gently rub his arm as they sat before retracting her own. She wasn't there to comfort him, but she noted that he seemed, mmm, 'troubled' isn't exactly the word, but something of that nature.

Eyes flickered to the bride and groom. Yay, weddings~

[Kyrie Blaze]

The gift[/color] Kiyr had found - with quite a bit of difficulty - was obviously intended as a decoration only. But the two duelling pistols were in excellent repair, and came with everything including their own polished, ebonwood box. Two ribbons - one green, one gold - crossed over it and were tied off in a bow.She had already deposited the gift a long time ago. And a book she held for after the ceremony was safely tucked away out of sight, but in easy access. She would keep herself busy after the ceremony by taking the piano up.

Preceding the wedding party was Kyrie. She hadn't had a choice in the colour of her dress[/color], but, it suited her regardless. The long, electric-white sash that was wound three times around her waist with the tapered ends slashing to dangle at differing lengths from the simple folded knot at her back. The Earth Dragon's colours, and the only dress out of Bastille's bridal party that was of a deep, vibrant green. The fabric was of several chiffon layers, and it flowed and shifted with the slightest movement, creating clear and elegant ripples. The blonde's hair[/color] was simply done in a waterfall braid. A delicate hair clip was nestled amongst and below the wave of hair. She had no need for extravagance, but she did not look out of place, and Bastille in all her radiant glory, was easily the most eye-drawing person in the area, as far as Kiyr was concerned.

And though Kyrie had no intentions of violence, she was still prepared for the potential, having several items concealed upon her person.

Held gently in her hands was the ring pillow[/color] bearing Mathew[/color] and Bastille[/color]'s rings. She walked slowly but with purpose, looking ahead and to nobody with a slight smile, and moved to stand behind Mathew and his best man in the back. She stood quietly and seamlessly blended in, waiting patiently and relaxed with a light heart.

Her attention was centered upon the Bride and Groom, and upon the ceremony.[/font]

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah was not fond of dresses.

But for Bastille, she would wear one. JUST THIS ONCE.

She tried not to fidget as she strode down the aisle in an attempt to look as regal as she looked rather than uncomfortable. Heather had done an amazing job on her hair (even though the damn thing took two hours to get into place) and the brides-maid dress she was wearing was flowy and elegant (and had enough fabric to make hiding a knife easy)and cinched at her waist to delicately emphasize her curves as the fabric spilled over her body. She even had a minute amount of makeup on; just a little liner and mascara, as well as a pale pink lip colour with a gold undertone. A modest, understated Greek goddess, with the shoes to match.

Who felt nothing like how she looked.

She was pleased to see that her gifts of the tiara and the circlets to the girls were being put to use, handmade by the mechanic as a test of her soddering skills. All these people, people who KNEW HER, and here she was in a dress, with her scarred arms bare and nothing to protect her legs from an attack save for the flimsy garment!

It's okay. Be cool. You've got a knife.

She kept her gaze high and held onto the small bouquet of calla lilies with what she hoped was a relaxed grip. A strange sensation washed over her as she approached the alter; trepedation, a quiet excitement deep in her gut...it was almost as though she could imagine that she was standing in Bastille's shoes, about to be married...to whom? Certainly not Mathew, but Stu wasn't around and hadn't been for some time. She had no one to whom she wanted to be married...at least, not yet.

But did she have love in her life that was like the one Bastille and Mathew had? She knew she did not. And the fact that they did, which was so lucky and and awe inspiring thought unto itself in these times, that Delilah's heart swelled for them. She would offer Mathew a small smile and a wink as she would stand on Bastille's side of the alter.

Watching with a bright, almost teary smile as the beautiful woman walked down the aisle in the white gown she had given Bastille for Christmas, ready to be embraced by the love of the bride and the groom.

[Marcus Prasad]

Sitting on the edge of the Pew, elbow leaning on the armrest, fingers craddling his chin with one leg draped over his other knee,
Marcus looked about himself and fought HARD against his urge to fidget. He promised himself he would be on his best behavior today out of Respect for Bastille and Mathew, making him appeare ill at ease despite all of the luck, love and prosperity he wished upon the soon to be husband and wife. Mentally he thanked Silk a million times for having a suit that required only minimal tailoring to fit his muscular frame as he looked about the place and saw everyone, from David to Kiyr to Delilah ('My, my Miss Black....') and more looking damn spiffy in thier sunday best.

Marcus had arrived in his gift and taken away by a freaky androgenous Member of the gods named Gemini. The gift was a Project he had started on awhile back but gave up on due to lack of interest. Fortunatly Mathews wedding lit the spark back in him, giving him a reason to throw himself into the Ultimate Wasteland Muscle Car! Hell, It even came with a bow wrapped around the Chassis!
'And if Gemini put even ONE scratch on it I swear to GOD.......'

Looking up at Mathew and Bastille, all anxiety began to fade as he felt nothing but happyness for those two as a warm smile began to spread across his face. After the pep talk he gave Mathew, he was seriously looking forward to seeing what he had come up with for Vows.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille cleared her throat as quietly as she could because GODFREAKINDAMNITEVERYONEWASSTARING. Usually she garnered this attention because usually it was done with a fearful look. This time? This time is was all these happy smiles that were giving her the absolute jitters. She managed to veil it over with a shimmer of pride. Her red eyes had not scanned the audience, in favor of forgetting they were there. It worked better that way. She'd see them all at the reception anyway. She gave a long trained side glance to Mathew. God it was weird to see him in a suit.......Her mind was doing vibrations inside her skull.

"Just means my brother didn't do his job right..." She shrugged

There was a beat as she turned to the dude in front of them, her red eyes taking in the pool around them and the giant fire pits near them- AND NOT THE GUESTS BEHIND THEM.

She had never thought in her life she'd ever get married. In fact, she was still trying to figure out how this happened. She would swallow hard as she turned back to give a small glance to her beautiful girls - thank heavens they were behaving normally. She elbowed Mathew to look at them before turning back.Was it sad she was waaaaay more excited to see them in cute adorable dresses then she was for herself? She forced her bored expression to leave her face in favor of a smirk.

"I didn't trip" She said quietly- waiting for the ceremony to begin. Please let it just be done.

[ooc; Mathew- you on preacher or whatever role- THAT ALL YOU!]

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien walked towards the building, a small package held under his arm. He was all dressed up, wearing the fanciest clothes that he had (which were also the remains of his prom suit). He sure hoped this was the right day...

The fact that he didn't know the bride and groom irked him, but apparently he was invited, and so he didn't want to be rude by not showing up. And, as he stepped into the crowded room, and his gift was ripped from his hands, he looked around to see that pretty much everyone he knew was here. He spotted Marcus out of the crowd, and started to make his way over to stand beside him, when he realized he was late.

Oh, no, the ceremony's starting!!

He hurriedly and quietly rushed towards the gathered group of people, standing beside Marcus, not wanting to keep anyone waiting.

{OOC: The gift in question is handmade.
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[Aryn Valcoph]

'My, my my~ What a pretty wedding~'

Aryn smirked as she comfortably and casually curved one leg over the other in her maroon dress[/color] and golden accessories. She had a veritable pantheon's worth of dresses in her tickle trunk, and as such, had tons of fun choosing what the hell she would wear. She also had no qualms of potentially showing up the bride.

Though she was sure Bastille would look good enough to eat.

So Aryn settled herself comfortably, and - as her Troll-ish nature dictated - gently slid her nail up the back of David's neck, offering a cheeky grin. Leon was up with Mathew, and with other such things being undecided, who knew if Aryn was even there with him, anyway.

Oh, her gift? Well, she'd left the bag in the care of the Gods without so much as a blink. The bag had all sorts of goodies--sex toys and this and that. Most of them were battery-operational...and there was a note penned to the both of them: Have fun~ For batteries, come talk with me. It was something that simply screamed 'Aryn'. Through and through. Give them a gift...but not the batteries to operate it.

She stood with everyone else, though, and watched the wedding party--and then drank in the Bride as one dying of thirst would drink a tall glass of cool water.

'Oh, good show~'[/font]