Shael and Kilk's wedding

[The Lady Shael]

 Shael pondered a bit on the blush colors, but winced a bit when Scarwake recommended pink. "I don't like pink that much, actually. But I'm not an expert, so go ahead with it, I suppose." She turned to Teufel. "Maybe you should check on Kilk, and see if his clothes need ironing."

[Scarwake]

 Scarwake noticed the slight wince at the mention of pink that shael gave him.  He thought, well I suppose we can try it then if she don't like it we could always take it off and put a different one on....

"Okay.  We'll try it, if you don't like it we'll put something different on."

He grabs his brush and dabs it gently in the blush colour he'd thought might look good, then turning to Shael he begins putting it on her cheeks.

[windhound]

 It was an odd site, a lone male redfox washing a fluffy, previously snow-white dress in the murky waters of the river.  Looking over his cleaning job, he winced.  Now, instead of just the rear being dark brown, the entire thing was a sort of dull greenish brown, curtisy of the algea and other critters of the river.  
"Maybe I preswade Holby to jump into the river..  that way we would match atleast.." he murmered.  "I certainly cant make a new one.." he paused.  "meeh...  How did they get it this color anyhow.."

He draped the ruined dress over his sholders, and started heading back with the idea that maybe somone had made an extra just for this occasion.  To avoid confrontation as long as possible, he decided to take the long path back.  On the way he heard a sierries of beeps and excited voices, and went over to investigate.  He stared though a dense patch of weed at the edge of a clearing where a group of vermin were lazing about looking at smallish rectangular things.  "Very odd."  he thought.  "These must be very simple minded creatures to get enjoyment out of looking thoes boxes, even if they do look rather spiffy."  He decided to move on, and was almost to the edge of the clearing when he tripped over an oddly shaped container that said "Clorox."  He blinked in surprise.  He had never heard of it.  Must be some foreign thing thoes travelers brought along.  He sniffed it and immediatly regretted doing so.  It smelled aweful.  He looked over the label and saw that it must do somthing to clean clothing.  So he dumped the lot into a large puddle nearby and threw the dress in.  Prodding the dress with a stick every once in a while, he waited a bit, then took the dress out.  It was white once again.  He looked about for the bottle of Clorox, but found that it had dissapeared, and so had the Clorox he had dumped in the puddle.  He looked once again into the clearing and saw the party packing up, but no sign of the entrancing boxes they had been playing with earlier.  Instead there was a dead shark.  It smelled like it had been dead for a while, which wasnt a pleasant smell atall.  Deciding to avoid the smell, and happy that he had atlast found a way to fix the dress, he padded back to the chaple.

[Juby (Tercios)]

 *looks to the seat at his left...empty, looks to the seat at his right...empty*  ::cries::  *spruces up his suit*

[Mark]

 *sits down beside Juby*

*toothy grin*

"Got yo rice and confetti?  I got a big jar down here"  *points to his feet*
"By the time I'm done, they're gonna regret inviting me"

[RazorClaw]

 Suddenly, a vermin horde appeared before him! Before RazorClaw could draw his scimitar, though, he found himself in another forest. A creature that looked slightly like Orcrist was infront of him. The baby was gone, in its place a Very Oddmother. Then the Oddmother disappeared, and RazorClaw approached Orcrist...
OOC: View RP forum for what happens next! *bumps*

[Morzan]

 And then walked in Dead Eye the Fox, wearing a pink suit with purple dots. "Dang taliors, not even one black suits those rat eaten..." he did not finish his sentence. He was here as an admiral of Kilk and Shael's army( if anyone actually remembers that really old RP where all this started, they made me their admiral)

He walked right past all the guests to the open bar. "Give me a glass of your hardest, and keep them coming. I mean keep them coming, or I will gut you! Bacardi, beer, I don't care, just keep it coming!" The server stoat grinned and produced a large, foaming glass of grog. Dead Eye took a swig and grinned. "Keep them coming now my man!" he pulled up a seat next to the bar, looking for people he knew. Soon he was on his fifth mug.

"So then Holby and these Loren guys attack me and kill me! Can you believe it!!?" he yelled to the face of the stoat, who was thankful he was deaf. Then Dead Eye spotted Juby. "OOOOOOYYYYYYYY JUUBYY! Hows hanging be it! Ahahahaha you silly blistful flimango! Wow look it, a giant cat! Nope, tis just a foolish wildcat. AHAHAHA" The drunk swaggered around, yelling for the bar tender to get him another drink. Oh this would be amusing. At least he hadn't brought any weapons.

OOC: oh goody, I can't wait till like the minister comes and is like "Any objections" I am so gonna just be a loud drunk saying something stupid! Hahaha this is going to be fun!

[Juby (Tercios)]

 Juby heard the admiral call to him and was relieved to be able to escape an uncomfertable conversation with Mark.  However he soon found things just as bad with Dead Eye cause he was getting right plastered.
"Ahhhh well, only one thing to do" Juby said to the bartender.
"Whats that eh?" said the bartender.
"Get him drunk faster so hopefully he passes out before the wedding, of course we could just be making him reach his peak drunkedness for the wedding, it's up in the air, still, when he asks for rum and coke, give him straight rum, if he wants water, give him tequila".
"Your the bo......errrr, the random guy who's not paying me" said the bartender.

"DID I EVER TELL you about the TIME, me ...AND HOLDEEZ*breaks into incoherant mumbles* ALL OVER THE WING OF HIS PLANE *laughs hysterically*, Thought he was gonna punch me right then and there, and then I woke up and my face was swollen and my eyes black, never did figure that whole thing out  :blink: " continued the Admiral.

[Ruatine]

 OOC: *beats college* Sorry 'bout the short post.

IC:

After looking blankly from Scarwake to Shael, Teufel tottered off to find Kilk and his tux. Hopefully in the same place.  

[Scarwake]

 Scarwake takes his brush thingy and begins putting the sub-dued pink blush on shael, allowing her to decide whether or not it would look good on herself.

"Dumm dumm...DUN DUN DUN!!! DUN DUN DUN!!!" He begins humming the wedding song, as he applies the blush.  His hand steady with experience, afterall he did magic on Calria's make-up, though she never admits to anyone that she has someone else do it for her.

"Oh Cal, I love how that make-up I pu...er...you put on shows the radiance of your eyes!  This blush is doing wonders, Shael, its allowing your cheekbones to be ummm....."  He couldn't think of think of the word he was looking for so deciding that he'd just mumble something. "rather peachy!"

After he's done applying the blush he grabs a small mirror and gives it to Shael to look and examine the blush.

"So do you like it?"

[Morzan]

 Dead Eye staggered around, half his uniform torn off from where he had thought he had a giant spider on and had ripped off part of his uniform to get it off. He grabbed more grog, then staggered down the hallway. He saw a large door and barged in.


"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! GET OUT YOU EVIL MAN! NOW! GET OUT!" Dead Eye staggered out with a female ferret chasing him with toliet paper coming from her foot. Dead Eye ran out, realizing his mistake, to enter another hallway. Then he heard noises and turned to see a new door.

"yay here I be my lady!" he yelled and barged in. But it was empty with jsut a cake in it. "Ohhhh cake!" he said, and took a big bite. Then he spat it out and poured grog over the cake. "That should make it good silly!" he yelled, then left. He walked down the hallway to the reception hall, and went straight to the bar for another mug of grog.

(No one try kicking my character out or nothing, I really am having fun and want to continue. Shael and Kilk will take a bite fo the cake and say it tastes good, and by the end everyone will eat it and be drunk hehe! But please, you could have bouncers beat me up but no kicking me out!)

[RazorClaw]

 RazorClaw waltzed into the procession, bringing his archers, the shark (which had been stuffed) and Irontail, all of them torn and battered, looking half-alive with their bloodshot eyes.
  "Hi, everybody!" RazorClaw said, then he and his men fainted on the spot.  

[windhound]

 windhound had by now rejoined the growing group at the chapel, and was in the process of picking leaving and trail debris off this dress when Deadeye barged pass shouting for more grog.  windy sniffed the air disainfully, Deadeye smelled like he had been dead for a good while..  maybe he'd go off to find someone to help throw Deadeye in the river for a wash and to sober up a tad before the wedding.  He wandered over towards the door with this thought in mind, but the door opened for him and the group he had seen in the woods came in, said hi, and promptly fell down.  They looked like they'd be there for a bit, so it seemed Deadeye was safe from a bath..  for the moment..  maybe just a bucket of rosewater over his head would help..  Wandering over to the alter, he picked a few petals off the many roses and put them in a bucket of water he'd found in the supply closet, and stirred for a bit..  When the mix was deemed alright, he took the bucket up to the bar and uncerimoniously dumped the contents on Deadeye, then quickly padded to the back of the crowd before he could realise what had happened.

[Morzan]

 Dead Eye spit out his grog as water soaked his body. "Oh no where be bally fool who be a...throwing thingy on me head, eh!" he said with a slur. Then he turned around. "Ain't propper to be bathed. Ah well, better cover it up with dirt and grog. GIVE ME ANOTHER ONE!" he yelled, then drank it in one gulp and beltched. Then he got up and went to find the one who had thrown water on him, grabbing a thing of garbage slaves were carrying it out and smearing it on himself. When he couldn't find Windhounds, he got another grog and went about.

Dead Eye spotted the unconcious Razorclaw and spat at him. "Ayay you be missing all the grog matey. Open bar is perty. You should get some. Here, let me help." he said and poured some on Razorclaw, then went back to refil his grog.  

[RazorClaw]

 RazorClaw woke up with the smell of grog on him. "Oh, no, not again! The wife'll kill me!"
  Then, as he woke up, he realized that he was single and had not been drinking. The explaination was found with Dead Eye staggering around, thoroughly drunk. Disgusted, RazorClaw walked over and punched him on the face.
  "'S  a bloomin' wedding, ye drunken fool! Behave yourself!"
  He revived his archers and Irontail, instructing them to aim their bows at the bartender.
  "Close up, barkeep, or ye'll have another mouth in your forehead!"
  The bartender looked fearfully at the archers.
  "Keep him in your sights," RazorClaw instructed, "I'll get in my dress uniform, then we'll do vice-versa."
  He looked over to a room that said, "Men's Change". "Hmm, seems like the perfect kinda place for one to change! A change room! What an idea!"
  He went into the changing room.
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Irontail waited 'til RazorClaw was in the change room, then whispered to the barkeep, "Oy, matey, pass me some o' yore foinest October Ale, will ye? 'Twill do me good!"
  RazorClaw came out, in all his finery, just as Irontail took his first big gulp...