OoC: I really didn't want to miss this event--and Sakume and Z were both kind enough to agree to let me be a part. So, even if I'm rusty, here I am to proudly join in on what will probably be my last RP. :3
IC:
A high heel thrust itself into the dragon's side as two hands jerked the beast's neck upward. Somewhere, hanging off the creature's tail, Prince Hunter Merridale screamed as his trousers narrowly missed catching onto the spire of a clock tower.
“
No, Avello, I don’t care
what you see in the trash down there--" Cadenza shouted over the wind as she steered them back on course, "--
we're already late. And since
when did your eyesight become so good?”
"Righ-ragh..." the violet dragon whimpered guiltily. He flapped his giant wings frantically as they cleared another spire. Further back, Louis erupted into a chorus of laughter as Merridale scrabbled for purchase and nearly got an unwanted tailoring job done by a flagpole.
Oblivious to the action behind her, Cadenza yelled on: "I can't
believe no one at the Dome could find us...bunch of useless halfwits. We'll be lucky if we make it before they..."
The woman's voice trailed off as the grand hall the wedding was to take place in came into view. Anger melted away. She had seen Broccoli Head do a lot of things...heard about a lot of fights, and adventures, and all other sorts of stories. But today, he was getting
married. It seemed so...human of him, for
once. He always frustrated her with his "above-it-all", righteous level-headedness, but today he was doing something she could actually be
proud of him for and could respect. He'd left poor Selene to go off and fight and risk his life and deal with things bigger than himself so many times before...but now he was finally returning to her, and finally tying that true bond of commitment. The gypsy remembered her own wedding, back in the recesses of her memory where she rarely dared to go these days...and felt
happy, for the both of them. This was a big day.
Louis and Hunter shut their mouths and watched her like they were waiting for a volcano that wasn't rumbling right
now, but they sure as hell expected to be all lava and smoke in a second or two. When they touched down in the hall's front yard and she was still wearing that placid "woman-at-a-wedding" smile, they exchanged glances and shrugged.
Cadenza slid off Avello's back, smoothed out her dress and hair, and rushed for the doors. "What are you two waiting for?" she called back, and Louis thought he heard, even in those words, a merriness he had not expected.
But then, why, he thought, should he be surprised? Two of her friends...even if she'd never admit to them as
friends when she was sober, were getting
married. No matter what else there might be to worry about, this was a joyous occasion. Bring on the music and the laughter! Bring on the
champagne!
An usher in the lobby glanced up to meet the trio striding in. His eyes first went, obviously, to the woman; she was utterly ravishing in her red bridesmaid dress, the fine, crimson cloth hugging her luscious curves until ending in a bloom-like flourish at the bottom, and playing against her olive-colored skin in a way that he found it almost impossible to tear his eyes away from her; she was like a beautiful rose gilt with bronze. Her long, luxuriant raven hair fell in curly tresses, with a few curls pinned back by a ruby-encrusted clip. Her make-up was soft and natural, with lightly flushed cheeks and a slight touch of crimson near the eyes that made the deep blues of them stand out brilliantly. And--in the shadows of her dress, where no one without her magic could ever see--a gunblade, cutlass, and dagger completed the ensemble. With these few accessories taken into consideration, an onlooker might want to revise his view of the color of the dress to something more like
blood-red.
She passed the usher, smiling and declaring herself to be a guest of the bride before going through to the main hall. Some moments later, the usher shook his head and pondered over his vague memory of the last two minutes to discover why his tie was damp with his own drool.
He nodded emptily to two men garbed in white tuxedos and red ties as he rung his tie out by a sink. One laughed as he removed a tall, floppy brown hat from his head and went inside.
"He looks like you did when you saw her, Merridale."
If any guests on the grooms' side had looked up at that moment, they might have heard a muffled, "Hush,
please," as a princely fellow and a farmer who seemed to have struggled into a tux and wandered in from the fields strode up to meet the groom.
OoC: In case anyone else unexpectedly wants to see the bridesmaids' dress Sakume picked like Honour did, here's the
link. Maybe not
exactly like that, since Honour seems to think it's too slinky, but something like that, and that color. XP