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Post by Lucien DeChain on Mar 27, 2013 23:13:51 GMT -8
Lucien looked back to Delilah, who was in a dress. Which totally threw him off, but he stuck with it, because after all, it was a wedding.
"First Black, you look lovely, if I may say so." And she did. Though, he wasn't sure how she would react.
"I'm glad to see you're here, I don't really know many people.. Even the bride and groom, they invited me, but I've never met them.." He was still slightly nervous about this.
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Post by Saburo WarHazzard on Mar 28, 2013 12:52:26 GMT -8
Saburo sat down at the table with lucien and delilah.
"Ms. First" He nodded and tipped his has towards delilah in a friendly greeting manner.
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Post by Malcomb Warhazzard on Mar 28, 2013 12:55:42 GMT -8
Following his uncle closely, Steel sat down at the same table not saying a word to delilah unless she spoke with him. "Hello Lucien!" Steel said, it almost sounded like it was coming from a completely different person. Sider had always sounded friendly and accomodating, Steel sounded more bitter, cold, and unfeeling.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 28, 2013 19:27:46 GMT -8
Still dressed as he was for the wedding Mathew looked down at his beautiful bride. His eyes dancing in pride, something that he could feel quite potently in his normal routine. It was swelling as he stood with the woman he was choosing to spend his life with, he could not imagine standing here with anyone else.
"Did you see the eyes on our guest of honor at the Ceremony? It's almost like they didn't assume that we would invite someone who was so important to us, and who has touched all of our lives."
It seemed quite obvious to him that Barker would be invited. There were to many reasons to have him here not to invite him. The obvious ones like showing him that everyone was united and coming together despite his efforts. The clear message that he was not feared as the boogieman. At least to the bride and groom. But there were less obvious reasons, tactical reasons. Levi would play a role in part of that. But Mathew also had questions that needed answers.
A hydra...
He nodded at his silent statement before glancing back down to Bastille. Leaning in to plant a small kiss on top of her head. Giving her hand a quick squeeze before he hooked his arm with hers.
"Shall we make our entrance my love?"
And if she made no objections he would lead his bride to their table. Giving the guests smiles and nods. Even Sean would earn what would appear to be a warm smile from Mathew. No colder than the one he gave anyone else at least.
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Post by Raikotsu Sudeki on Mar 28, 2013 21:48:30 GMT -8
Rai would walk inside, handed his gift to the guards and would smile and meet and greet anyone he came acrossed before taking his seat at the table.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 29, 2013 15:05:25 GMT -8
Bastille had walked back, gripping Mathews arm like a vice. As soon as they were out of sight, she was trying to cool herself down. "I hate crowds" she complained to herself as Mathew said something she didn't quite hear. She would turn back to answer his question though. "No, I was too busy trying not to throw up." Bastille said quietly trying to cool herself down. Once she had regained composure she cleared her throat and nodded. Now for the easy part- mingling. She looked at Mathew with a smile, genuinely happy. Or at least, what she made out that odd expanding feeling in her chest. She would lean up to kissed him full on the lips, wrapping her arms around his neck excitedly- well as excited as Bastille could manage to act. They'd part, and her red eyes would stare at him for a moment before taking his arm again and smirking. "Lead the way Mr. Amtrum" She said and followed him out, looking around with a smug smirk on her face before finding her seat and taking the instant opportunity to relax her feet for a moment. But then her eye caught something. "Who the fuck got us a Lion?!" She beamed at the cat- her voice rude, but her eyes keen with interest. Joining the feeling of longing she had to hold her daughters, was the sudden desire to go check out the king of the jungle. She would turn back to the rest of the crowd- ready to mingle. Delilah had done a good job as well as Mathew. She would have to thank her maid of honor at some point in the night. --------- Once the ceremony was over. Buckingham Cunningham (lol it rhymes- yes we know) would get up, holding the two "girls" with a smiling face. It had been as wonderful as Versailles wedding. Vera of course, being four years dead now at least- who knows what had happened to her own kids and husband...... Buck held the "girls" who were both looking rather antsy. He left to the ceremony and found the family table to sit at the enjoy himself while he watched two infants be infants. Meanwhile across the dance floor, lounging by a pool and holding one of the actual daughters, just one- the other was in another random location for safety....was Maria Lesstynger. Maria was wearing a very revealing ethnic dress. Several ornaments decorated her hair and her breasts had been pushed up to emphasize her matronly features. Somehow she still managed to look like a porcelain doll. She played with the baby on her lap- bouncing her up and down. The Kahleesi (or the role of, which had been created by Bastille) and a bunch of her 'entertainers.' lounged on couches around the area, enjoying the food and enticing the single men with foreign delights. |
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 29, 2013 18:00:56 GMT -8
"You're no fun."
He teased in response to her saying she was trying not to throw up. This was a happy celebration. At least she was cheerful, he returned her kiss moving his arms to wrap around her waist until she pulled away. Green eyes swimming in her Red pools. Red like the color of the blood of all those that would stand before them. The corners of his mouth tugged upward.
"Of course Mrs. Amtrum." He watched her as they went out, following her eyes as she exclaimed at the Lion. He rolled his eyes.
"Better question is 'where the fuck is my Komodo Dragon'?" He asked with a grin.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Mar 29, 2013 18:39:19 GMT -8
Lucien felt movement behind him as he was turned towards the First, and immediately after, heard two voices. One was not recognizable in the slightest. The other sounded forced, and familiar in intonation and timbre, but unusual. It was still apparent who it was, at least. And, as he continued to look at Delilah, his face contorted.
He was about to let Sidervib have it, when he remembered what he had read in the invitation...
And so, as he casually turned around, and faced the other two occupants of the table, Lucien calmly smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Warhazzard. I hate to be rude, but the First and myself are in the middle of a very delicate conversation. Would you mind vacating?"
Best excuse on short notice.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Mar 29, 2013 21:42:16 GMT -8
Leon and his clones where sitting rather politely at their pizza table looking about each other with a stare that could kill. Then all at once in a flash they began to devour the pizza fists, claws, kicks, teeth, and food. Flying about them like a tornado of death, yet nothing would be wasted.
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Barker would be standing and watching the goings on with his hands clasped behind his back, wearing a suit as was customary it seemed for these events. Mitsoumi was near by seemingly bothering Barker with rapid fire questions until he got tired of it and distracted Mitsoumi with a red laser pointer.
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Post by Saburo WarHazzard on Mar 31, 2013 5:45:33 GMT -8
Sab would look to lucien with an overly friendly smile. "Now now there, this table's big enough to fit 8 people. Let the boy sit awhile, and enjoy the goings-on." The old man spoke. Keeping the peace, that what he was obviously doing, this was a peaceful place in a rather unpeaceful time. Just the air of the place was overwhelming with tense auras. There was a lot of hesitation, hesitation to kill someone, but forcing yourself not to out of respect for the bride and groom. Still though...something else was still bugging him, something that wasn't quite right...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 1, 2013 23:48:32 GMT -8
"What? the scales you have aren't enough? Simple then I guess- you just dont get one." Bastille mused gently, as she fought the urge to go hug the lion.
Taking her seat at the head of the various lounge areas, she looked over at the Leons with a raised brow. Did they ever stop eating? Ever? She guessed not. Looking around, her eyes scanned the crowd calmly. They were all there, and half of them she didn't even know.....
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Post by David B. on Apr 3, 2013 3:05:13 GMT -8
David would, upon seeing Mitsuki involved in conversation with Kaz, stand and make his way over to Barker and his partner- the two obvious elephants in the room. People oticed them, to be sure, but were either too afraid to step up or too angry. David was neither- in fact, he was more curious as to why Matt invited him, and he was very eager to use the mans skullcap as a doorstop. All things in good time, however.
He would stand a few feet in front of him, give him a long stare followed by a grin.
"Your smaller in person."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 3, 2013 21:30:58 GMT -8
Kaori giggling happily at Misuki, she would make grabby hand motions at her, as Kazuya would smile slightly before lifting Kaori up off his lap and holding her out to Mitsuki to take. Looking over at Kiyr, who was playing the piano, her playing was elegant and beautiful, and fit the atmosphere of the reception area. Smiling happily at Mitsuki, Kaori would reach out and tug on the sleeve of her daddy's dress jacket, to get his attention, Kazuya looking over and down at her slightly surprised, before a small smile appeared on his face as Kaori looked up at Mitsuki. "Mitsuki dress pretty!"Mitsuki's hand would reach out at Kaori's for her to grab at. Her attention would briefly shift over to the bride and groom that had entered the hall. The two made a striking couple was her first thought; and having recognized the man who fought David in a "light" spar...she could only assume the woman could also hold her own fairly well in combat. Powerful duo. A light smile carried onto her face upon Kaori's comment on the way she dressed. Mitsuki had learned the ways of fashion upon going to school in Chicago. Ironic, because no one really dressed up for class in her undergrad years- in fact, most were looked down upon for dressing up. But her research position required her to dress business-casual nearly everyday. And her reason for dressing so nicely (or at least, in her eyes, this was considered nice considering her usual attire), aside from it being a wedding, was perhaps........ "Thanks Kaori. Your dress is pretty too." |
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Apr 4, 2013 10:50:33 GMT -8
Kaori happily grabbing onto Mitsuki's hand, her attention too would shift to the bride and groom making their grand entrance into the reception area, Kazuya briefly glancing over at Mathew and Bastille. He only knew Mathew from the day everyone and their best friend went streaking back at Public High School #42, and Bastille he met once, after cutting halfway out of English class in Public High School #259.
Battle Couple indeed...
Kaori giggling happily at Mitsuki's compliment, the dress she wore had miraculously survived the destruction, as did Kazuya's suit. Although the bombing was not as intense in London and Tokyo as it has been in Long Beach, in this day and age, suits and dresses were pretty much a thing of the past. To even wear one was rare these days. Reaching over and gently stroking the top of Kaori's head, she would giggle before grabbing hold of her daddy's arm and cuddle with it, like a teddy bear, as Kazuya looked over, watching David talk to Barker.
"Daddy handsome, Mitsuki?"
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Post by Kyrie Blaze on Apr 4, 2013 11:13:50 GMT -8
Kiyr had decided to play through; once the song came to its conclusion she sat quietly, bringing the leather-bound book to herself so she could open it. It didn't take long to decide on her next piece.
Especially when she looked up, placing the now open treasure upon the top of the piano, with a sweeping scan of the area. Mathew and Bastille deserved an entrance. So she would give it to them.
She moved her gaze from the other guests - and some in particular - and settled her fingers against the smooth keys. As Bastille and Mathew made their entrance, she began to play. And why not give them something dramatic and beautiful to enter to? This day was for them.
It just so happened to suit more than them, too--like the Leons' pizza battle, among others.
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