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Post by Puck on Dec 19, 2010 0:20:42 GMT -5
"Wait, what?" Puck blinked as Taylor an off with Grell, barely catching what the girl had said before she was gone.
"Okay, let's see," Puck pinched the bridge of his nose, laying out the situation for himself. "I'm getting married in roughly ten minutes, I have to find someone that I don't even know if he's here yet or not, and I'm in a freakin' dress." Sighing, he looked up at the Warden.
"Alright. I'm going to find this Prussia fellow. Do you have any idea where he might be, sir?"
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Post by The Warden on Dec 19, 2010 0:33:50 GMT -5
"At least you have your suit there." the Warden said, picking up Puck's suit that Taylor had left behind in her hurry. But the Warden could not remember where in the world Prussia, or Gilbert, was. "I have absolutely no idea where he could be. But don't worry, I'm sure he'll show up fashionably late." the Warden said.
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Post by Puck on Dec 19, 2010 19:45:56 GMT -5
Puck was just about to reply when he heard a noise behind him. Turning to look up the stairs, he was surprised to see a familiar hunched-over figure.
"Puck? Is that...you?" Quasimodo asked curiously, blinking at the sight of the fae.
"Quasi! I was wondering if you were coming today. And yes it's me," Puck smiled sheepishly.
"Of course I was coming, I wouldn't miss this for the world!" He smiled. Glancing at Puck's attire, he tried to surpress a giggle.
"Er, is there anything I can help you with?" The hunchback asked, trying to keep a straight face.
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Post by Taylor on Dec 20, 2010 16:22:25 GMT -5
Taylor nervously waited by the corridor that led out into the very middle of the pews, if you turned right. "I hope the rest of you are ready." she said, looking at the rest of the people who had shown up. All they had to wait for now was their "grand" entrance, and the wedding could start.
"Damn. WHERE IS GILBERT? AND FRANCE WHATEVERHISNAMEIS?" Taylor hissed, looking around her troupe of bridesmaids, while Clopin's groomsmen waited on the opposite side.
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Post by Gilbert on Dec 20, 2010 17:03:23 GMT -5
Gilbert walked (read stormed in) in a silver dress with a red lace trim and heels. He was wearing a corset underneath as well as make-up and silver extensions... he looked like a girl.
A very pretty girl. Francis and Antonio walked quickly behind him crooning about this very fact. "Remind me NEVER to get married!" He shouted drowning out the cries of "Que Lindo!!!". France wore a rather dapper tuxedo with a blue vest and tie while Spain wore the same except with a very green vest and tomato tie. Antonio took his seat next to Matthew in the audiance while France joined the groomsmen. After all, Clopin was BORN in him. Gilbert, or Gillian as Francis had been calling him, joined the bridesmaids with a scowl.
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Post by Kevin Levin on Dec 20, 2010 17:06:43 GMT -5
Kevin walked in and got with the groomsmen. He looked around, making sure no candles or fire were around and took off his gloves. He really didn't want to ruin the wedding by going evil again.
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Misa entered and went to the bridesmaid side. She took off her jacket, and unzipped the zipper and took out the little piece of paper from the death note she always have with her and put it in her other pocket as she sat her jacket down.
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Post by Garnar on Dec 20, 2010 17:10:47 GMT -5
Garnar's tongue lolls out happily as he walks into the church looking around for where he should go. sitting down for a second he scraccts an itch with a hind foot. "ah much better" the golden dog grunts out now standing up and looking around once more.
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Post by Taylor on Dec 20, 2010 17:14:56 GMT -5
(OOC: No more posting until we get all the pairs figured out, please.)
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Post by The Warden on Dec 29, 2010 13:52:49 GMT -5
The Warden sat at one of the very front pews, having returned from his little talk with Grell and Puck. He was never really religious, especially because of what his job was. How could he be? Either way, he waited for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to enter. They should have been there by now. As if on cue, Taylor entered with Joseph on her right arm. The Warden raised a curious eyebrow, as she was singing. Taylor was indeed singing, and Joseph was as well, as they walked down the center aisle, towards the altar. "It’s a beautiful night, We’re looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you." Joseph sang, as he waited for Taylor to join him. She complied quickly, singing her part. "Is it the look in your eyes, Or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you." Taylor finished, as the two reached the altar. They then turned to wait for the next couple, who happened to be Lexi and Phoebus. The two entered, with Lexi singing the next part. "Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go, No one will know," "Come on girl." Phoebus added. Lexi smiled, and continued singing. "Who cares if we’re trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blow, Shots of patron, And it’s on girl." Phoebus finished, as he took his place next to Joseph, and Lexi next to Taylor. The next four couples entered, being Artemis and Samus, and Kevin and Helen. They took their turns singing as well, taking their places next to the previous person before them. Grell and Quasimodo made their way up, singing the last few lines, joining the others at the altar. The entire party then turned to watch as the last four entered. Last to enter were Francis and Prussia, dragging the two grooms behind them. Oddly enough, the four were all singing in perfect harmony. "Cause it’s a beautiful night, We’re looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you. Is it the look in your eyes, Or is it this dancing juice? Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you." Clopin finished, as Francis dragged him to the altar, with Prussia and a scowling Puck behind them. (OOC: Q, now you may come in with the snake.  ) |
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Post by Q on Dec 29, 2010 16:08:24 GMT -5
Q's immortal legs were beginning to ache from standing at the alter for so long. He had been reduced to deep conversation with Pope Frederick von Hissington about Catholocism. Q was obviously Q-ist, and not Catholic at all, but he shed a tear at the thumb-sized snake's conversion story.
Suddenly, all the guests were in place, seated, and the room was very quiet for a moment. Q helped his new ally straighten his hat. The wedding was about to begin.
The bridesmaids and groomsmen were lined up at the back of the aisle. Taylor, signature cowlick still untamed by hairspray, and her partner Joseph were at the front.
Taylor began to sing the first verse of Bruno Mars' "Marry You", and two by two, each pair of groomsmaid and bridesman--these things get sort of confusing at homosexual weddings--followed with another verse and a mini dance number before taking their places at Q's right and left. Surprisingly--although none could measure up to Q in the divinity of his pitch--all sang passably, some, even beautifully.
France and Prussia emerged last, with Clopin and Puck following behind. All four of them sang together in four-part harmony, their manly voices running together like honey, just as they should for a wedding procession. Three of them wore tuxes. Puck wore a beautiful gown that gaped just barely at the bust. Q was disappointed to see him scowling. He didn't know that he'd ever seen a bride scowl before.
Q's sworn enemy finished the last note, and held his partner's hand as they reached the alter. Soon Q, Puck, and Clopin were arrayed on three sides. Q smiled at Frederick von Hissington, and began.
"We are gathered here today to unite these two people, Robin Puck Goodfellow, and Clopin Trouillefou, together in holy matrimony, till death do them part, which it won't because at this point they are both immortal. Instead, they will quite literally pledge their undying love to one another, and have given me the honor of administrating their pledges.
Do you, Puck, take this man, Clopin, to be your lawfully wedded husband, your partner in life, and your one true love? Will you cherish your friendship and love him today, tomorrow, and forever? Will you trust him and honor him, laugh with him, and cry with him? Will you love him faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy, and always be there no matter what comes? As you have given him your hand to hold, so do you give him your life to keep?"
Pope Q and Pope Frederick von Hissington looked at Puck in his bride's splendor, and waited for him to respond.
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Post by Puck on Dec 29, 2010 18:17:23 GMT -5
This was quite possibly the most embarrassing best most interesting day of Puck's life.
While the musical number that had no doubt required endless planning was a rather nice touch, Puck had to admit that it was still unbelievably embarrassing. Yes, yes, anyone could argue that the church looked amazing, as well as the flowers and even the pope(s), and even Puck's gown was rather beautiful looking, and Puck was sure that he would have thought the same...
....if he were a woman.
However, it was still his wedding day, and he was marrying the love of his life, the most perfect person in the world for him, so he supposed that he should still be happy, as he and Prussia marched up that aisle.
Reaching Pope Q and Pope Frederick von Hissington with a scowl on his face, Puck listened intently to everything that was asked of him. It was strange to hear questions that he had always known the answer to, and he had always known it to be yes, though when he was asked to say so, things were a bit...different. Was he nervous? If so why?
Glancing over at Clopin, he suddenly smiled. Puck knew that Clopin was most indeed the one that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and he was ready to make it official.
"I do."
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Post by Q on Dec 29, 2010 18:50:53 GMT -5
Q and von Hissington smiled as Puck did, relieved to see that the bride wasn't miserable with the groom at any rate. They turned next to Clopin in his tuxedo. Q took von Hissington off of his shoulder, and placed the thumb-sized creature down on the alter in front of a conveniently placed, properly decorated microphone. It had been painted white and decorated with lillies like the rest of the alter, which was so covered in flowers and gold tinsel-stuff that the microphone wasn't noticeable. "My friend and fellow Holiness, Pope Frederick von Hissington, is, I jest not, a very small snake," Q informed the audience, who mightn't have been able to see Hissington, for his size. "He'll read the second set of vows."
Von Hissingston slithered across the altertop and up to the microphone. He stretched his small, lithe, legless form upward, his blue-gray scales glittering in the tinsel stuff. He cleared his throat in to the microphone, and satisfied that it was working, began.
"Do you, Clopin, take this man, Puck, to be your lawfully wedded husband, your partner in life, and your one true love? Will you cherish your friendship and love him today, tomorrow, and forever? Will you trust him and honor him, laugh with him, and cry with him? Will you love him faithfully through the best and the worst, through the difficult and the easy, and always be there no matter what comes? As you have given him your hand to hold, so do you give him your life to keep?"
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Post by Clopin on Dec 29, 2010 18:58:34 GMT -5
The wedding number had gone exactly as planned, and Clopin was proud to have had Taylor helping him out. There stood his friend, with her cowlick untamed by the strongest hairspray. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. True, he didn't enjoy being dragged up to the altar with Francis, but it had been pre-planned without his knowledge.
The gypsy shook his head, and smiled at Puck's answer of "I do." He waited patiently, listening to the little snake, and when Von Hissington had finished, he nodded. Puck was indeed the only fae, and the only prince, might he add, that he wanted to spend the rest of eternity with.
Clopin smiled his familiar toothy grin, and looked to Puck, before looking back to Von Hissington.
"I do."
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Post by Q on Dec 29, 2010 19:24:58 GMT -5
Von Hissington quickly slithered around the circumference of the microphone until he was sitting atop where all the audience could see him. Q waited just until the small snake had caught his balance, and then, together, the two Popes of Animated High announced, "You may kiss the bride!"
"Whoever that is," Q whispered snarkily, recieving a rap on his knuckles from the tail of the snake like a Catholic schoolboy who's been talking too much in class. "Shut up," hissed Hisss Holinesssss, "Let them kiss in peace." Q hadn't spoken loud enough for anyone to hear him except the snake, and he almost protested. In light of the occassion, Q held his tongue. For some reason, he suddenly realized how much he missed his own wife, and suddenly, watching the two grooms, Q was back at his own wedding day, so may billenium ago...
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Post by Clopin on Dec 29, 2010 19:33:13 GMT -5
Clopin nodded to his frenemy in compliance to their statement. He was glad that Q had decided to be the Pope at their wedding, and hadn't protested. For a second, he smiled to the self-proclaimed god.
"Merci, you bottle-ale rascal." Clopin said with a smirk. The gypsy then turned to Puck, and caught the other off guard with a passionate kiss.
Taylor shot out of her seat with a cheer. "WHOOOO!!! GET SOME CLOPIN!" she shouted, a little too loudly, as it reverberated off the walls of the cathedral. The gypsy king ignored her for the moment, as he continued. The Warden could only place a hand over his face, stifling a laugh from hearing Taylor's outburst.
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