Shael and Kilk's wedding

[The Lady Shael]

 OOC: Just taking the opportunity of Kilk being on the forums...*ahem*

And yes, I know this is an RP topic, but this shall go here in GD, because I am an admin, and I said so. *glares*

BIC: Shael stood in her dressing room. No one else had arrived yet. She figured she'd better wait for Cal or Teufel or someone else to come in, and help her get ready, because if she did it herself, she'd mess it up somehow.

It's almost like a dream, she thought. It's been an entire year since he proposed. I can't believe I'm actually really, truly getting married... She wasn't feeling nervous yet, but she was sure she'd be shaking somewhere along the process. She looked at her right arm, where she was wearing an armlet elaborately carved with the letter "R". She thought back to the day he proposed. It seemed like years and years ago. She desperately hoped that Kilk wouldn't regret it.

Now feeling just slightly nervous, she walked over to the dresser and started to clip on some earrings. She also found her favorite ring, silver with a blue mother-of-pearl butterfly, and slipped that on as well.

I hope Cal gets here early, if at all, she probably has experience in this kind of thing, Shael thought feverently.

OOC: If you want a position in the wedding other than Innocent and Benevolent Spectator, you'll have to contact me or Kilk first. You might already have a position, depending on who you are.

No purely OOC posts. This is a formal RP topic.

[Kilkenne]

 Somehow, his nerves were not shot. The ferret was sitting casually in his quarters, looking at maps, completely engaged in matters of diplomacy and warfare, while still being aware of the present situation he had gotten himself into. His clothing was laid out for the occassion, but he figured that it wouldn't be necessary for him to dress until an hour or more before the important decision that would change his life. It all just seemed so insignificant to him for some reason.

There came a knock upon his door, and he looked up from the map he was reading, staring at the door. "Enter!"

(OOC: Short, I had a lot more but pared it down... couldn't really think all too well. Hopefully I will be able to when someone gets something really rolling. Also: Someone pick up and come on the Enter cue if you want.)

[RazorClaw]

 RazorClaw prepared for the wedding of Kilkenne Ragingblade and The Lady Shael Varonne (OOC: Or whatever, tthought I'd try and give you a full title, meh [see below. ~Shael]) BIC: He would, of course, have to leave his army in competent hands... He spoke into his finger, "Sorry, Mr. Bimbo. You're in my finger.*pause* No, I absolutely refuse to cut it off to give you the thrill of command. *pause* Oh shut up!" He walked over to his new lieutenant, Roger.
  "Roger?"
  "Yes, sir?"
  "I'm going to leave you in charge for a few days. I'm going to the wedding of Kilk and Shael."
  "Who kicked the pail?"
  "No, Kilk and Shael."
  "Who're they, sir?"
  "You should know that! On the other hand, they've been peaceful for so long... Anyway, you'll be in charge while I'm away. Is my suit prepared?"
  "Yes, sir, ready, along with your Sunday claws, sir. I also packed you a suitcase. Toothbrush with rubber gum massagers. Extra-Whitenning toothpaste-"
  "Has that been invented yet?"
  "Um, not sure, sir."
  "Ah, leave it anyway."
  "Okay, um, anyways, a few of your Cape Buffalo hide shirts, sir, for your ship's journey."
  "Ah, yes. A nice cruise before we go through the Mossflower River. That should get us close to where the wedding will be held. We'll take the Cloudrunner. She's the fastest biggest, and most beautiful ship we possess. And-"
  "The rest of what I packed, sir?"
  "Oh. Ah, yes, carry on."
  "Well, I packed two pairs of cowboy boots-"
  "Cowboy boots? Why cowboy boots?"
  "Cowboy boots are in the fad right now. They're the rage. They're what's with it. They're cool. They're-"
  "ENOUGH! Pack my battle footwear. None of this cowboy nonsense."
  "Right, sir."
  "Let's go! I've got to be there at least two days early, I'm the head groomsmen!"
  RazorClaw looked proudly into the sea and cut a dashing pose.
  "You seem more suited to be janitor."
  RazorClaw fell over in the same postion with a weird expression on his face, like all those dudes on anime when they're exasperated. Or like Luigi does in Mario and Luigi: Superstar Saga (an excellent game) when people ask, "Luigi who?" Ahem. Anyways, he recovered and said, "Haha. Now, what else did you pack?"
  "Well, your provisions, in case the boat crashes or something, your sharktooth comb, and your Make-Your Hair-Look-Handsome-And-Rougish Hairgel."
  "Has THAT been invented?"
  "I don't know, sir."
  Looking exasperated, RazorClaw inquired, "Is that it?"
  "Yes. Oh, wait, also I packed your "I probably got more states/provinces than Ashyra in presidential elections, so I should be president  :P  badge."
  "Um, take that out, please."
  "Whatever, sir."
  About a half-hour later, RazorClaw walked into his room, to survey his dress uniform. Ironically enough, it was the same that he had worn in diplomacy with Kilk so many years ago... It was a dark, yet cheery green, as opposed to the black he usually wore nowadays, with tan accents along the chest. It was a vest, with small green triangular pieces coming out of the shoulders. The vest was tan goathide , with green silk accents, and a green "R" with three other lines, like claws, sticking out of the right of the "R". His shirt was the dark green, silk, lined with wicking material, and with a gold line around the swrist and up the arm to under the little shoulder-plates. His pants were dark green with the leather on the sides, from the thighs down to close to the knee. The "R" was there as well, but in gold. There was a gold stripe down his pants to where his boots began, as well. His boots were the same tan, made of very soft leather. With his gold claws, this made for a simple yet elegant piece, one that he did not often wear. He put a bit of gel in his hair, and walked out.
  On his way to the ship, RazorClaw noticed all of his troops were wearing black cowboy boots. He sighed. At least morale was high. As he boarded his green ship, the Cloudrunner, he noticed that gold sails had been hoisted. He reminded himself to promote Roger for artistic creativity when he got back. The flag was gold with a green "R" in RazorClaw's insignia. Many busy workers walked along the green deck, all nodding to him and saying, "How do ye do, sir, ye look a fine lad, sir." before walking past. He put a bit of gel in his hair, and then he ordered that they set off. It was the early morning, and it was an invigorating experience to sail off, whilst his horde cheered and waved, into the rising sun. Who knows what great times and adentures may lie in wait along the road?

OOC: [*winces as she reads "Torethevel"* Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking when I made that up. Anyways, I changed it to something that fits a little better. ~Shael]
OOC: *grins* that was its desired effect, marm. Mrs. Ragingblade soon to be. Someone else needs to post, I can creat a bit of a storyline later on, make it more interesting. Get lost in Mossflower or summat...

[Holby]

 A lone figure is skipping around merrily down a pretend aisle. A white dress and pretty hair the figure boasts, a basket containing petals in one hand, the other throwing them merrily around.
The figure nodded. He was getting good at this thing, Shael would be proud. He skipped off searching for bridesmaids to impress.
"La la la le la!"

[Ruatine]

 The day was beautiful. The sun was shining, and there was not a cloud in the deep blue sky. What a wonderful day for Shael's wedding, Teufel thought joyfully as she scampered into the dressing room to see if Shael needed help.

Seeing her standing in the middle of the room looking rather lost, Teufel inquired, "What needs doing? And where the heck is Cal? And is there going to be alcohol at the reception?"

[calria]

 Calria rushed in,  holding a bundled-up veil, which she deposited on the nearest flat surface-- which happened to be Teufel.

"Everything, and I'm here, and I ruddy well hope so." she answered. "Now, let's get you dressed... long as you look good, he won't run away. Took long enough to get to today in the first place..."
She grinned, and set about Shael's coiffeur.

[windhound]

 Looking at the fluffy white dress with slight distaste, windhound sat on the ground outside the chapel, watching as Holby pranced and threw his flower petals at everyone and everything, imaginary and real.  One landed on windy's nose, and he sneezed.  The force of which knocked him back two paw lenths, right into a nasty smelling mud puddle.  Groaning, he go up and inspected the damage.  Pretty bad.  Sighing, he padded off towards the path that led to the river.  The dress needed washing, and so did he.  "This is much more touble that it's worth" he muttered to himself..  "Still,"  he reasoned, "you dont get to be a flowergirl everyday."  

[RazorClaw]

 RazorClaw, being several days behind everyone else, this is, as one can tell, about a week before everyone else's events so I've gotta make biiiiiiig posts, had spotted land through his spyglass, the tip made from sand retrieved from the bottom of the sea, by a seal. He purposefully walked over to his first mate. "Hey, you. I missed your name somewhere along the line."
  "My name's Maywen Soukat, sir, but everyone calls me Fred."
  "Why Fred? Ah, nevermind. Are the jollyboats prepared for our trip down the Mossflower River?"
  "Yessir."
  "Ah. Good. Now--"
  Suddenly, a voice of one of the crewmen called out, "A French vessel, 100 degrees to starboard!"
  RazorClaw called back, "Aye! Hoist the Jolly Roger! We'll-- wait a minute! There are no French vessels. This is Redwall!"
  "Oh, sir, never mind," replied the crewman. He shouted out to the vessel, "'Ey, youse! You aren't sposed to be here, this is Redwall! You'll be wanting Mr. Jacques' other books, Castaways o' the Flying Dutchmen an' them."
  Suddenly, a huge hand with a pencil, eraser down, came and erased the French vessel. "Sorry, chaps. No hard feelings, wot!" said a mystical voice.
  Shaking his head, he turned again to Fred. "Well, Fred, I've spotted land. We shall be there in a few hours, at the speed we're going. I'm packed. You're going to be in charge of the boat whilst I'm gone, all righty? Only people I'm bringing with me are my two best archers, as I hear there is to be an archery contest, and Irontail the otter, to help me out with our seafaring on the river, as I'm used to the sea. Make sure veryone does their fair share of work, and try sending out foraging parties for training. Understood?"
  "Aye, aye, sir!!!" came the hearty reply.
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  A day had passed, and RazorClaw and his party were well on their way to Shael's wedding, which would be in four days. Mossflower was beautiful this morning, with the sun risen to a point where one could just point out the tips of its rays over the marvelous trees of Mossflower Wood. Suddenly, interrupting his thoughts there was a loud, "thump" and their boat rocked from impact of some sort. Again, there was a "thump". RazorClaw asked Irontail, "Are there generally rocks in this area of Mossflower.
  "Um, no."
  "Ah. Probably a little fish or something." RazorClaw said nervously.
  "Yeah. Probably." Irontail said, just as nervously.
  RazorClaw gestured at his archers, saying, "Anything jumps out of the water, I want it dead, understood? Deader than a doornail. I want it to be more than dead. I want it to have kicked the bucket--"
  One of the archers noticed the water foaming in front of the boat. "Sir?"
  "to have shuffled off its mortal coil, I want it to be, in short, an ex-fish!"
  A giant shark jumped out of the water, headed right at RazorClaw! As it was directly over the front of the boat, a good 20 feet, RazorClaw drew his scimitar, saying "We must kill it! We must--"
  And his scimitar jabbed right into the shark's throat. It keeled over, dead as a doornail. It had kicked the bucket, it had-- ahem. Anyway, RazorClaw turned around. One of his archers, gaping, said, "You- you killed it, sir!"
   "Ah, yes I did. Tiger shark, though it's gotten quite big. Piece of cake, really. As simple as waving at a friend. So, Irontail, wherabouts are we?"
  "Well, sir, I'd say we're about six more hours of hard sailing away from the wedding. Isn't three days early rather, well, early?"
  "Always be prepared. Murphy's law."
  "Who's Murphy?"
  "Oh, stop your silly questions. We'll--" Suddenly, there was another thump. it came from a rock. RazorClaw could tell it came from a rock because of the gaping rock-shaped hole in the bottom of the boat! "Aboandon ship! Bring the shark, though, we'll use it for food and then we'll stuff it and give it to Kilk. Meh. Anyways, swim!"
  There were two pairs of red eyes, watching them from the shadows. Watching, and waiting...

[Juby (Tercios)]

 *arrives, finds his seat, sit's politely*

[The Lady Shael]

 OOC: Here I was, feeling awfully and extremely depressed, because no one was posting, and I come back seeing all these posts. ^_^ I love all you guys so much. Shael's spirits hath lifted.

BIC: Shael sat back in a chair, sitting as still as she could while Cal did her coiffeur, feeling a little relieved now since she had others to talk to. "I think my dress needs a bit of ironing....and I'm scared to do my own makeup." She handed Cal a brush. "As to the alcoholic drinks, knowing the people we expect to be there, there'll be drinks whether we like it or not." She gave an amused smile.

Shael looked across the room and into the mirror. It just hit her how young she was to be married. Seventeen. She bit her lip. I can still do this, she thought.

She poked Cal on the arm. "Do I have to say anything much?"

OOC: This is random, but your posts amuse me, Razorclaw. ^_^

[calria]

 ((The idea of windy and holbs prancing in dresses has amused me muchly!))

ICly:

Adjusting the veil into place, and patting it to be sure it was secure, she took the brush from Shael and smoothed out a few last details.

"There's not much to be said, really... and your dress looks fine. I'd say the only thing you need to worry about is your choice of flower...girls..." Cal faded off as she looked out the window, seeing windy slide into the mud puddle. She quickly looked back at what she was doing... Shael really didn't need to see that right now.

"What time's the ceremony?"

[Scarwake]

 As if Shael's prays had been answered, the bountiful and ever metrosexual Scarwake comes bounding through the doors.  In his paws, he held some very interesting items; a small bag which looked to be a make-up case, and a small round flask of cold water.

"Oh, Shael! I'm here to help thee!  Afterall this day is becoming so franticly exciting.  Wait did that make any sense?"

The ferret pauses, looks and sees Cal about to answer his question in which was retoricle(sp?).

"Oh, you just hush now Cal, I was asking myself no need to get all huffy."

He places the flask on a table and then escorts Shael to a chair.

"Wait one moment, Deary."

Rummaging through the black bag, he pulls out a small little do-hicky.

"Well now....Oohh Shael, quit crying this is gonna be the best day of your life!!! Now now, stop that."

He hands her a hankerchief(sp?) and lifts her head up slightly.

"Now, calm down, otherwise I can't do your make-up, you little thingy!"

He grabs his do-hicky thingy and opens it to reveal a wonderful different array of colours for Shael's choosing of blush.  He points to it, and then looks at Shael, who is still dabbing her tears away.

"Which one would you like?"


OOC: hahaha, the Metrosexual strikes again!

[Ruatine]

 OOC: TJ... o.O

IC:

The young ferret, Teufel, looked rather bemusedly through a fluffy white veil which Cal stuck upon her head. However, she perked up immediately at the mention of alcohol. Placing the veil carefully on a table, she proceeded to touch up Shael's dress with an iron. All was going well, when suddenly another beast bursts into the room. Startled, Teufel looks up to see a handsome, if somewhat of a petit-ma?tre, ferret named Scarwake. She becomes even more startled when Scarwake pulls out a little do-hicky and shows Shael some different colored blush.

Teufel stammers, "Erm, uh, wasn't Cal going to do the makeup? I mean, since she's rather a theatrical beast...."

[RazorClaw]

 RazorClaw trudged untiringly along, too happy to be tired. He felt no weight upon himself, despite having an enormous tiger shark strapped on his back, and had found that his dress uniform had not been soaked. He had also found that their provisions were safe, in a watertight container. The sun was bright, the shade was cool, the taste of fresh spring water felt like honey to his lips. This was his true life, the life of a nomad, an adventurer. He craved excitement, action. He craved huckleberries, too, and there happened to be many along his path, which made the trip even better. He also craved wine, but his best seasoned wine, passed down three generations, would have to wait until the wedding. His archers were happy too, shooting down silver apples, which had apparently been transferred from Narnia for the purposes of this post, and ate them, finding them delicious, tart and sweet at the same time. Not chewy, but quite workable with a slight crunch as they bit into them. The juice squirted out when they bit down, tickling their taste buds. There were endless amounts of these apples, too. However, Irontail was not too happy. He was carrying the heavy end of the shark!!!
  About three hours later, RazorClaw called a halt. He and the others sat down and drank a bit, and ate a bit. And played their Gameboys. RazorClaw said, ?Now wait just a minute, Calvin. I let you get away with the hair gel, and the toothpaste, but Gameboys have most certainly not been invented yet, now stop being so silly! I?m supposed to be dignified!?
  RazorClaw then laid back, hit his head on a signpost and glared at Calvin, who is writing this post. Suddenly, on my bidding, the Gameboy disappeared from his hand, and was replaced with a map. ?Ah! A map! What are its directions??
  In big, bold letters it said, ?Your head just hit a SIGNpost, stupid! Read the sign!?
  RazorClaw read the sign, ?Redwall--South 200 Miles. No way. Noonvale-- northwest for 1000 miles. Certainly not. Shael and Kilk?s wedding-- that away for a while. Aha! Thanks to this sign, I know exactly where to go! Thataway! Actually, Irontail, you scout that way for a while first, make sure it?s okay and everything. If you don?t come back, we?ll assume you?re at the wedding! See you there!?
  Irontail could have cried. He was still exhausted from his carrying of the heavy end of the shark, but he carried out his master?s commands diligently.
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  A day had passed, and with no sign of Irontail, RazorClaw moved onward. Thataway. Then, suddenly, there was a rustling in the bushes! RazorClaw peered in, and saw? nothing. Hw creepily mysterious. The sun went behind a cloud that had just appeared. In the shadows, suddenly, came a steady rattling of breath, and breath with a thirst for blood, a hunger for death? As RazorClaw heard the breath come closer, and closer, suddenly, ?Hewwo, can I go to da wedding wif you? I?m a big boy now, mommy says I need some ?sponsibiwities.?
  RazorClaw just about jumped out of his skin, to find a baby weasel sitting in front of him. He sighed in relief. ?Sure, why not??
  So, the quodruo or whatever, the quartet, as it were, walked merrily along, towards the wedding. RazorClaw let the baby, who they dubbed, ?Deathpacifier?, carry the heavy end of the shark, which he did with one finger feeling no strain. Then, a wild cry of a savage came from the woods beside them!!!
OOC: Shael, they?re intended to amuse.

[Scarwake]

 The ferret looks up from awaiting Shael's choices on blush colour, and grins at Tuefel.  His eiyes still showing humour in them to let her know what he was going to say wasn't to be rude or what not.

"Like you said Cal is the theatric one....Theatrics don't cut it here, oh no no! This is ummm....non-theatrics, yes."

He looks back seeing shael still pondering over the blush colours.  He thinks to himself, hmm...perhaps it would be better if I were to suggest such for her?

"Shael, what about this plush pink?  Its not too bright and yet its not too dull.  I think it would look rather good on you and bring out the eyes once I do the eye make-up."