Forgotten Freedom:74
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Kithle - I love these paint bombs, its the best aspect of a landmine, a tangle foot, a fearie fire, and a color spray all in one. Lets set these to this detenator. Oh Chalky bring me some of the duster rockets would you.
Chalky - Sure what color?
Kithle - Two blues and five yellows.
Roosevelt - Are you sure this is gonna work.
Kithle - Nope
Chalky - Good or I'd have to send him to get his head examined.
Lisa - What are you doing?
Kithle - Nothing to worry too much about, ... just make sure to keep the cake away from this area.
Chalky - Its gonna be a wedding gift :D
Roosevelt - Though I'm not sure about some of this he's being liberal with the paint mines, and even that shouldn't account for how fast they are dissapearing.
Lisa - ... Yeah whatever just don't screw things up more than usual.
Terra hears a shriek from down on the field. Looking up she sees Silver's god form (the multi-headed snake {OOC: and I'd like to point out that I use the word "god" to refer to all deific beings whatever their gender}) floating above the wedding area. Malik and Dzarro already have their weapons out, Lily and Feralyn seem about ready to fire off, and many of the other guests are fleeing.
Terra: Damn her. HEY, SILVER!
Silver flits over to Terra.
Terra: When I said you could be the fertility goddess I didn't mean you should appear in your true form.
Silver: Oh, okay. *transform pop*
Silver flies back over to take her seat in the front row.
Crow (currently in dove form): Everything ready?
Silver: I sent 13 ahead in time to check for unexpectable problems.
13: Krozen has a long list of embarrassing deeds. And that includes the sick and twisted ones.
Crow: We'll make sure to interrupt him early.
13: But during the reception. Let's get some people married first.
Lisa is sampling a few of the dishes set out by Erk's staff.
Lisa: MMMMMM!!! What's in this……devil's angel cake?
Greyfeline: :devil: :angel:
Lisa: I'm sorry, I don't think I understand…however it is you communicate.
Erk: Oh, he's saying it's got devils and angels in it.
Lisa: :confused: :mymy:
Erk: Seems a bunch of ninjas tried to poison the food last night. Fortunatley the food dealt with them.
Lisa: The food dealt with them?
Sarlonan dish: Waaaaiiiiiiiii-soooooooooo! (karate pose)
Karrnathi dish: *ride of the valkyries*
Shadow Marsh dish: *orc battle cry*
Lisa: :uh-huh:……………I think I'll just ignore—
Erk: And there was even enough left over to make several of those cakes. Greyfeline says they're a specialty of his.
Lisa (slowly): Well, that would explain the feathers on my dress.
A symbol forms on the ground. the symbol is a pentagram with a black moon obscuring the sun. black flames flow across the lines of the symbol. at each of the pentagrams five beacons of red light flow high into the air. a bolt of energy fires from the symbol they strike the air above the pentagram and a rent in reality forms. a portal forms and crackling bolts of lightning flow from it (not harming any of the guests of course).
a figure begins to appear in the pentagram, hazy at first but then it becomes clearer the figure appears as a seven foot tall lithe humanoid with alabaster skin. his black hair ripples behind him, he wears a ancient suit of black armour of a lot like Sa'vors, except there is an emerald rather than a ruby. in the humanoids left had is a large circular black shield with the same symbol as in the centre of the pentagram. on the shields outward edge is a wicked blade. behind the figure a crimson cloak trails fluttering in the breeze, a torque with a pair of emeralds in it blazes with green fire. The Figures right hand is free. It’s ears are pointed like an elf’s and his face displays astounding features. two black feathered wings are folded behind him. the figure smiles at the stunned guests, the black flames vanish. leaving the blackened grass in the form of the symbol.
A black robed and hooded feminine figure forms, beautiful face is the colour of alabaster as well. her colourless eyes take in the guests around her. she lowers her hood to reveal her mid length hair. a black rune curves across her left eyebrow.
Tara: Naz'roth, you where told by Terra that you where not to manisfest in such a spectacular way. it frightens the guests.
Naz'roth: *smirks* couldnt help it. * waves a hand over the burnt grass, it becomes living once more* anyway. with Sa'vor being defeated in battle and a new entity supposedly on this ship i thought i'd make a entrance.
Tara: *taking his arm* well. lets introduce ourselves to the new guests.
Fluffy: :zzz:
Quench: *Rrrrrrrrrruff!* :drool:
Fluffy: :bored: *LIQUID-FIRE BRE—*
Satnak: (clamp Fluffy's mouth) Okay, you two, let's not have this during the wedding.
Caralot: Seriously, I thought you were infatuated with Spleen-Eater, Quench.
Silver: Oh, Quench can't stand seeing him with Marish.
Urial: *sees Naz'roth's entrance, raises eyebrow* Terra was right, you are a bit of a showoff.
Naz'roth: :D What can I say? I like an entrance. Though I am surprised at how calmly you took it.
Urial: Oh, don't get me wrong, it was impressive. It's just that I spent half a century traveling with a dealkyr half-blood. Not much surprises me anymore. Though I do like your outfit. Very Dark Lord-ish.
Aerith: I was hoping mine would be pink...
Santak: I don't do pink.
Aerith and Satnak have finished getting dressed and are helping Lisa get ready.
Lisa: I think it looks wonderful on you.
Aerith: Thanks, but you are absolutely stunning. Terra's gonna go catatonic when she sees you.
Satnak: I'd pay to watch that. Good thing I'm getting a front row seat. :D
Ketler: Remember, this is only temporary.
John: :D I HAVE ARMS!!!!
Ketler: They come off after the wedding. Captains orders.
John: :weep: [SIZE=1]Noooooooo.....[/SIZE]
P/Y/R: Oh, you're so beautiful!
Terra: :blush: Thanks.
Caralot: I agree, though I'm still disappointed you're not using the Chibi wand...
Caralot: Yeah. But I wanted to see you and Lisa Chibified again. I don't think I could stand the sheer amounts of adorableness.
Terra: Maybe later.
P/Y/R: Ooooooo! Can I see Volrath chibi? I missed it last time!
Terra: *smiles* We'll see.
Volrath: You know what the difference is between you and me?
Nyarlathotep: What?
Volrath: *puts on his sunglasses* I make this look good...
Diani: Oh, honey! You're so dashing!
Supreme Commander Jarlot: I know. *strikes a Zap Brannigan pose*
Dzarro: What are we gonna do about this, Malik? ...Malik?
Malik: :weep: :weep:
Lilly: So you mean that's your true form?
Silver: Yep. I usually stay like this to avoid scaring people. Makes it easier to do random things when everyone's at ease.
Feralyn: You scared the daylights out of us! Why'd you make an entrance like that?
Silver: Even entities that don't exist cant help themselves sometimes. :devil:
Klaz: 'ello? Mates? This ain't funny! Crikey, I wanna see the reah and beautiful pairin' o' two lovely shiela's...
Michael: *still blubbering hopelessly* :weep: :weep:
Doog: Man, he's been there since yesterday. You'd think he'd have dehydrated by now from all the tears...
Chibi Nalfein: It's a side effect of the anime style he's in. Endless tears.
Completely oblivious to all else, Muradin and Garr are still in the bar, getting blackout drunk.
Erk: Ok, guys. Time to wrap it up. The wedding is starting soon.
Muradin & Garr: NO! MORE BOOZE!!
Erk: *sigh* Fine. Here.
He passes them each a glass filled with a bubbly liquid. They chug it in one gulp and become instantly sober.
Muradin: Awwwww.....now Muradin not Drunken Master...
Erk: *groan* That's not how it...nevermind...
Norbaz: Ok...calm down...I'm just seeing if she's ready...
He goes to knock on Andrea's door when it opens. He stands there frozen as she emerges in a lowcut black silk dress.
Norbaz: :eek: :eek: I-I-I...*begins frothing at the mouth*
Andrea: *sigh* You're hopeless...*drags him away*
Tabitha: Name please?
Paladin: Ummm...Random Paladin of the Silver Flame...?
Tabitha: Ok, that makes you the 14th one of those... Here's your number so we can keep track of all of you. The Neogi over there will take your gift. After that, wait in line and one of our ushers will show you to your seat.
Cuddles: Do you think we should get going?
Marish: One more time?
Cuddles: *laughs* All right. You're insatiable. (OOC: Rei is currently trying to burn out his eyes. It's hilarious. :D )
Krozen: *shaking uncontrollably under a bench* [SIZE=1]Please don't kill me...[/SIZE]
Clarice: *softly* I won't as long as you behave.
Kanatash: Don't worry, dear. He will. He still needs to give Lisa away.
Clarice: Are you giving Terra away, uncle?
Kanatash: Uh-huh.
Lilly: So you mean that's your true form?
Silver: Yep. I usually stay like this to avoid scaring people. Makes it easier to do random things when everyone's at ease.
Feralyn: You scared the daylights out of us! Why'd you make an entrance like that?
Silver: Even entities that don't exist cant help themselves sometimes. :devil: [/QUOTE] Silver: Besides, you should see Crow's true form.
Feralyn: You know what, I think I'll pass. [QUOTE=Kaizer_Ryu]Cuddles: Do you think we should get going?
Marish: One more time?
Cuddles: *laughs* All right. You're insatiable. (OOC: Rei is currently trying to burn out his eyes. It's hilarious. :D )[/QUOTE] Silver: :dancin: Who da god? I'm da god!
Krozen is lead to where Lisa is waiting, behind a bower of Terra's own flowers. His body is passively being non-magically dominated, but his eyes still suggest a desire to escape.
Lisa: Well, this is it. I'm not sure I'm any more comfortable about this than you are. But we're father and daughter: I should acknowledge that at least at my wedding.
She holds out her arm for Krozen to take. His hand moves in hesitant jerks. Suddenly it stops.
Krozen: No.
Lisa: No.
Silver: [SIZE=1]You removed the funny hat?[/SIZE]
Krozen: I will not go through with this…this cherade.
Crow: [SIZE=1]Guess that was a bad idea.[/SIZE]
Lisa: What? You're still going to say I'm not your—
Krozen: YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER! There, I admit it. But you can't force me to care for you. My spirit is my own—
Crow: [SIZE=1]Since when did Krozen develop a spine?[/SIZE]
13: [SIZE=1]Not sure, but we'd better…[/SIZE]
Krozen: —and if you wish to break me than you are no better than those worhsippers of the Flame who—
13: As much as we hate to interrupt this little moment of freedom, we'd like to get this wedding over with.
13 steps up to ear level with Lisa and whispers something to her.
Lisa: :mymy:
Silver grabs one of Krozen's arms, and Crow lands on his shoulder.
Silver: Now, if you cooperate…
Crow:…Lisa won't reveal your embarassing little secret.
Krozen: *humph* Do your worst. Why, I would go out there myself—
Silver: Yeah, we have it in list form.
Crow: It's not any of those.
Lisa: It's the one, oh how shall I put it? :smirk: The one you like to do every time Olarune is full?
Krozen: :OMG!……………… :surrender
13: There's a good boy—we have to go guys.
Silver, Crow, and 13 zip off in Terra's direction.
Klaz (wearing a funny hat): Crickey! Here we have one of the rarest sight you'll ever see: a sheila about to marry a sheila. Now I'm gonna touch her. Don't do this at home, because as an expert—
Terra: —you are certainly out of your mind this time. Aren't you supposed to be locked up? :hoppingma
Crow: We're here, don't worry. Okay, full power everyone!
Klaz is reduced to nothingness.
Terra: How in all of Shavrath, Khyber, and Caralot's photo album did he get out?
Silver: And he was wearing a funny hat…
Krozen: (in his head)I still can't believe I'm doing this. She's no better than I am...
Terra: (telepathically) She's not the one who forced you into this position. I am. Lisa is the most important person in the world to me, and I will do whatever it takes to make her happy. Though you may not care for her, all she wanted was for you to acknowledge her.
Krozen: (i.h.h.) Which I did! Why am I still in this position?!
Terra: (i.h.h.) Because I want you to see what you've missed by rejecting her for so long. Watch as your daughter, who turned out wonderfully despite your efforts, moves on with her life. I want you to imagine what it could have been like if you hadn't run away from her.
Krozen: (i.h.h.) You think I care?!
Terra: (i.h.h.) You say you don't, but I wonder how you'll feel when you return to Flamekeep. Locked away in your room, fearful of even your own shadow.
Krozen: (i.h.h.) I am the High Cardinal! I rule Thrane in all but name! What more could I want?!
Terra: (i.h.h.) You are pathetic, Krozen. You call us scum, but at least we have the courage to live. I thought your experience here would show you how much your much vaunted 'power' is worth. Once it is gone, what then? Can you really look back and say your life was worth the journey?
Krozen: (i.h.h.) Ye-
Terra: (i.h.h.) Don't answer yet. Go back to your old life and live it for a few days. Look at yourself in the mirror and ask this question again. We'll see how you really feel...
Terrek looks up from the machine he’s currently working on to glance at the huge grandfather clock on the wall. It’s almost time, he thinks to himself. I need to get ready. He puts down his tools and casts several spells, bathing himself in white light. The light fades away and Terrek inspects his form. The wings, chains, tentacles, gauntlets and tattoos have all been hidden and he wears a pure white glamerweave tie-less suit, chosen for its contrast to his dark eyes and hair, with the jacket left unbuttoned. He waves his hands in a few more arcane gestures and a portal opens to the wedding procession, about to begin. He grabs his gifts to them from the table; a jar of silver flame and a small earthen satchel containing a long vine. He puts these inside a small pouch hidden on the inside of his jacket, then shoves his hands into his pants pockets and strolls through the portal whistling. Perhaps these will help to soothe some of the tension that seems to have built up because of my presence, the thinks, moving through the gathered crew and guests, oblivious to the curious looks he gets from the non-ubers.
He stands behind the back row of seats and sees Michael bawling like a little girl. This won’t do. It’s a wedding, it’s supposed to be a happy time. He waves his hands and says a few words to form the illusion over Michael’s face, creating an exceptionally convincing image of Michael trying to look happy for the girls. Michael continues crying under the illusion, completely unaware. Well, it won’t fool the more powerful people here, but it looks genuine enough…
Sa'vor stands in his security unfiform. surveying the scene. Slip leans over and whispers in his ear
Slip: where the pholly twins?
Sa'vor: *smriks* they where a security risk. so i had then removed
Slip: you finaly manged to kill them?
Sa'vor: *sigh* unfourtunatly no. but i've kept them busy for a while.
Slip: how?
Sa'vor: *eviler smile* you'll see.
somwhere in the depths of the forgotten freedom an abnormaly large geletenus cube takes up a blast proof cell. within this geletenus cube float the figures of the Pholly twins. their mouths open in silent screams.
Crow: Does Micahel count as the person who always crys at weddings?
Silver: Nah. It turned out to be Jarlot.
Crow: That is………totally believable.
Silver: *sigh* Well it's too bad we had to use up our fun to force Krozen into this.
Crow: Oh, I don't know. Now Lisa knows. That's probably good enough.
Silver: Well at least I got them a gift.
Crow: You're just lucky no one can return those. :nonono:
Silver (lean back): So I guess Krozen's little "prediliction" isn't going to have any effect—
[SIZE=7]*tingly*[/SIZE]
Silver: :blink: It didn't.
Crow: It did.
A few bricks fall out of the wall of a nearby non-descript building. A white-furred form crawls out. It stops to pant, but only for a moment. Though most of its brain is consumed by animal fear a small part still remains that can think rationally. It's ears pick up the noise of the wedding. *Yes, that's it! Go there!* The form races off in that direction.
Lucky has just checked with Erk about the food—and checked with Erk, Mr. T, and Sa'vor about the cash bar (hoping to discourage too much drinking it's not free)—and then hurries back to catch a good seat. Erk wouldn't be coming to the ceremony: Erk the minortaur didn't really understand "marriage", and Word Being felt that a wedding was the least engaging part of romance to watch. Besides, being a god of weird tricks it could just rewind time perspective to attend if it felt like later. Tony would also not be attending, but that was more to do with a slightly nervous feeling he had around so many Silver Flame people.
But as Lucky was just leaving the food tent, she thought she saw something white streak between a corpse of trees and one of the massive floral decorations that Terra had grown. Lucky approached cautiously. Focusing her concentration, she activated a new ability that she had learned: a detection spell that could tell her if a certain type of creature was in its area. She concentrated on animals. There were of course many fractional readings on the flowers, but there was one, fading in and out. Lcuky didn't know what that meant. She'd heard about the poisoning ninja devils and angels. Could this be another hazard?
Roosevelt: Yo, Luck, you okay?
Lucky turned…and saw Roosevelt wearing a dark suit and sunglasses. Instantly any thought of other danger were driven from her mind as she tried not to laugh.
There was a flash from in front of them. Lucky was momentarily blinded. When she could see again she found that it was JJ taking coptious pictures of Roosevelt.
JJ: Beautiful, beautiful. That's it. Give me a little more brow movement—that's it. Lucky, work that transformed bod.
Saberiel extricated Lucky from the photo-shoot before anything happened. Lucky furiously tried to remember why she had been so intent on the floral arrangments, but she was distracted by the sight of Saberiel's dress. Or lack thereof.
Behind all of them a white blur dashed into a corner of the food tent.
[SIZE=4]The following wedding has been brought to you by Dragonmeat Den. 50% off if you kill it yourself.[/SIZE]
The sky glows reddish orange as the sun sinks below the horizon. A light breeze wafts across the grassy plains stretched out before The Face of Tira as the guests take their seats. In front sit the guests of honor. On the left are Terra’s. Muradin and Garr sit unusually quiet, knowing that this is important to their friend. Urial, still in her black dress, sits brooding next to Red Cloak. Lilly and Feralyn take their place next to her in their brown and off-white dresses (respectively).
On the right sits Supreme Commander Jarlot in formal dress fitting his new station. Queen Diani is next to him in flowing royal robes, clinging to his arm. Dzarro and Malik sit beside them in their Silver Flame uniforms. Behind them are several Paladins and Clerics of the Silver Flame. Spread throughout the seats behind them are various members of the crew.
The guests fall silent as soft music begins playing. Doog skips up the isle, happily spreading flower petals as they look on in horror. A little ways behind him walks Pontiff Jaela in her complete Pope’s regalia.
After she reaches the altar, Volrath (flanked by P/Y/R and Caralot) makes his way up the isle as well. Aerith and Satnak walk a short distance behind them with John already at his place near the altar (This was to avoid injury, as the FF is rather large and unwieldy. Removing John from it was deemed unfeasible). Throughout this time, Jaela Jarlot is snapping photographs madly, appearing and disappearing in random locations seemingly instantaneously.
When they all take their place, the music grows somewhat louder. Terra stands at the beginning of the isle in a beautifully flowing sky blue dress and veil. On her back are two angel wings, one jet black, the other pure white. In her arms she carries a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses. Kanatash goes corporeal, takes Terra’s arm and leads her down the isle. He can feel her shaking slightly as they walk.
Kanatash: You ok?
Terra: *nods* Mmm-hmm.
Kanatash: *smiles* Even after all you’ve seen, something as simple as this makes you nervous. I can’t wait for my turn.
As they reach the altar, Kanatash lets go and heads for his seat. Again, the guests turn. There they see Lisa in a snow white dress and veil. On her back are pair of silver angel wings that seem to shimmer in the fading light. In her arms she carries a bouquet of pink tulips.
Terra: :inlove: :pumpkin:
Krozen takes her arm and heads down the isle. They remain silent until they reach the altar.
Lisa: *turning to him, whispering* Thank you.
He simply nods and releases her arm as Terra takes her hand. They lift each others veils, smiling from ear to ear as he walks back to his seat. A look of relief crosses his face, combined with what seemed to be a twinge of guilt. Jaela approaches the altar and reaches for the book that sits upon it.
Ketler: *nervously, in a seat near the back* Come on…come on…
Before she touches it, Admiral Murphy Jarlot steps in the way.
Jaela: Grandpa! What are you doing?!
Admiral Jarlot: Hush now dear. This wedding can only be performed by one person. Me! The high priest of the Church of Dol Dorn, god of drinking, war, and women marrying other women!
Before anyone can react, he goes for the book on the altar, meaning to replace it with his own.
Ketler: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
When he touches it, the altar transforms into a mech (complete with old-school Transformers™ sound) and grabs the Admiral.
Admiral Jarlot: What in the name of-!
The mech opens a chest cavity designed for someone about half Admiral Jarlot’s size, stuffs him in there, and flies off. At this time, Feal-Thas and some Half-Dragons arrive with Allen and Roosevelt in tow, as well as another altar.
Allen: Sorry about that. SOMEONE decided to nail my coffin closed this evening. *glares at Ketler*
Roosevelt: Not to mention sticking me in the Crystal dimension… *gives Ketler a stare that promises eternal vengeance*
Ketler: :eek:
Two Half-Dragons pick up Ketler and cart him off to be keelhauled at a later date as Feal-Thas sets up the real altar.
Feal-Thas: All taken care of. Carry on.
The music resumes as everyone struggles not to laugh and Jaela pulls out a new book from her robes.
Jaela: Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Ms. Terra Branford and Ms. Lisa Hopeforge in holy matrimony. I have known both of them for some time now, and I can only say I can hardly imagine a stranger, yet more perfect match. They have endured much for this day, and their love has only deepened with each trial. As I watched them grow closer, I could only hope that such deep and profound understanding and love would someday find each and every one you.
Terra and Lisa stand there, blushing yet beaming as they turn to each other.
Jaela: Terra, you may now speak your vow.
Terra: *smiling, her lip shaking* Lisa, my love, I never thought I could ever be as happy as I am now. Being with you is the single greatest treasure I could ever ask for. You have renewed my reason to hope. That is a gift beyond anything else this world has to offer. I love you with all my heart and soul, and will continue to love you always and forever.
Jaela: *nods* Lisa…
Lisa: *also smiling, her eyes watering* Terra, my love, I can no longer imagine life without you. The things you have shown me, and the things you have taught me, have opened my eyes to the beauty of the people and the world around me. But I have found no place more beautiful than in your arms. You have brought peace to my heart, and the only gift I have to give in return is my undying love. From now until the end of all things…
Jaela: With these words, I ask: Terra, do you take Lisa to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and hold, till death do you part?
Terra: *trembling* I do.
Jaela: And you Lisa. Do you take Terra to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and hold, till death do you part?
Lisa: *also trembling* I do.
Jaela: Take out the rings you have chosen. *they do so* These rings symbolize the unbroken bond of love and commitment you share. See them not as locks that bind, but keys that open your heart to the other. You may place them on each others’ fingers.
As they do this, they barely manage to restrain themselves from bursting into tears of joy.
Jaela: Should anyone here have reason that these two should not be joined, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace.
- SILENCE*
Jaela: Then, by the power vested in me by the light of the Silver Flame, I pronounce you married. You may kiss each other.
As they embrace, thunderous applause and cheering (as well as a few cat calls) erupt from the congregation. Breaking off, the two begin simultaneously laughing and crying, staring into each others eyes. After a moment, the celebration music plays and the two of them head back down the isle, hand in hand as Jaela Jarlot continues on her 10th Dragonshard. At the end of the congregation, the Paladins of the Silver Flame and Warriors of the Squirrel Civilization raise their swords above their heads for the honor guard as confetti rains down upon the newlyweds. Hopping into the waiting carriage, they head off towards the reception and their new life together.
Throughout all of this, Michael continues to stand in the back, bawling his eyes out in rivers of anime tears.
Satnak - I was kind of hoping someone would have said something during the bit before "forever hold your piece"
NJ26 - Are you saing you have reservations about thir union?
Satnak - No, but I spent a week practicing brutal ways to kill people without staining my clothes and i want to show off.
Terrek: Y'know Satnak, for someone who started out as one of the few good people on the ship, you seem to have turned into quite the bloodthirsty killer. It's kinda cute actually. I'll see you at the reception...
Terrek steps back into the shadows of one of the tents and disappears.
- overlooking a minature of Jarlotopolis in the war room*
Supreme Commander Jarlot: The Dhakaani Temples below us were the wonder of the ancient world. Jarlotopolis shall be the wonder of my world. But I think the food court should be larger. All the big franchises will want in.
Ketler: Uhh...Jarlot.
Supreme Commander Jarlot: I hoped to face King Boranal face-to-face on the battlefield, where we could engage each other in respectful combat. Then I would snap his spine. But why? Why do they still call me a warlord? And mad? All I want to do is to create the perfect genetic soldier. Not for power, not for evil, but for good. Stupid will be the first of thousands. They will march out of my laboratory and crush every adversary, every creed, every nation! Until the world is in the loving grip of the Pax Jarlotica. And peace will reign and all humanity will bow to me in humble gratitude.
Ketler: Uh...huh.
Michael: That was beautiful man.
Ketler: Jarlot?
Supreme Commander Jarlot: I shall accept a ransom of 20 billion Gold Pieces in exchange for not nuking Sarlona off the map. All of Khovaire is MINE!
Ketler: Uhhh boss...
Supreme Commander Jarlot: What?
Ketler: There's a problem.
Supreme Commander Jarlot: Not with the Jarlotopolis death ray?!
Ketler: No, its uhh...well some jerk sent a Mirror of Opposition for the wedding.
Supreme Commander Jarlot:Dare you say!?
Ketler: They caught the lovely bride and...err bride.
Terra: HIYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAA!
Michael: The hell!?
Terra: OHHHHH Michael! You're so big and STRONGGGGGGG! *nuzzle*
Kithle - Oh ****. (paths the ubers)
Satnak - WHAT!?! When I find the bastard I'm gonna rip its spine out while still leaving it attached to the head then twist each vertabrea off. :headexplo :hoppingma :rant: Lisa restrain your spouse for a moment. Kithle get her harmless.
Kithle - HMMMM Pulls out a big capacitor *microcosm*Microcosm*MICROCOSM* Terra's will save : succeed, succeed, Fail
Kithle - It took me a month to chare that thing :weep: .
Micheal - No don't stop her!!
Lisa - (stabs micheal's knee with the sword of sutehk) Hands of my wife.
Satnak - Find lucky get her to tell us where this came from? How do we fix it?
Satnak isn't an arcanist, she's mixing it up with a helm of opposite alinment. Kithle's going along until she calms down because he fears her, and beause keeping the copies busy is a good idea.
Silver (non-existential FTAnything communication): Okay, Erk, you can take the gag off now.
Erk is standing next to Greyfeline, who has been vibrating under a heavy layer of fatigue ropes to keep him from drowning the wedding ceremony in laughter. (Greyfeline considers all great romantic moments to be inherantly funny.) Erk pulls on one of the ropes and the cat is released.
Crow: Besides, we've got a Mirror of Opposition problem to deal with.
Erk: I thought you weren't allowed to be useful.
Crow: This is more important than maintaining style. It's about maintaining style.
Silver: We're all for funny, but this is not funny. :mad:
Greyfeline: :cool:
Erk: I think someone's about to take care of it.
Greyfeline arrives on the scene. Terra is still glomping Michael. Greyfeline examines the situation for a moment, then pulls an odd wide-brimmed hat with a big feather it out of nowhere, and places it on Michael's head.
Michael goes stiff.
Terra: Oh, Michael, you're so manly, I need you.
Michael (overacting voice): Nay, good Terra, I cannot. I know that thou art under a spell that compells thee to love one such as me. So too am I compelled, but by my honor.
Everyone stand by as Terra and Michael have an overacted scene together.
Kithle: What in the name of all that is abberrant is going on here?
Silver: Greyfeline used his "Hat of Dramatic Realization". Causes the wearer to have an insight into the nature of true reality. Michael sees that to make Lisa truely happy is to let her go.
Kithle: Does it have to be so hamish?
Crow: Keeps everyone from going sane.
Greyfeline: :rofl:
Kithle: Who is this guy?
Crow: And the helm of opposition's power should be breaking—
Terra: WTF is going on? Why am I crushing on Michael?………And why was I overacting?
Greyfeline whips the hat off Michael's head. The blackguard just stands there, blinking.
Erk: Come on. Let's go drown your sorrows.
Terra: Let's get this back on track people. Igor!
Terra: I want you to go through the gifts carefully when we get back to the FF. I'm not taking another chance like that.
Lilly: What in Lammania was all that about?!
Terra: Someone sent a custom Mirror of Opposition as a gift, which Lisa and I looked into before we realized what it was. It created duplicates that were less interested with killing us than messing with us. Mine stuck a Helm of Opposite Alignment on my head, then both disappeared in a PLOT DEVICE.
Feralyn: There's not supposed to be any storms for miles...
Terra: After that, Greyfeline stuck a "Hat of Dramatic Realization" on Michael in order to break the Helm of Opposite Alignment, and here we are.
Urial: What about your doubles?
Lisa: They may yet come back in another PLOT DEVICE...
Feralyn: When was there a horse stable outside...?
Lisa: ...but they should be out of the picture for the moment.
Supreme Commander Jarlot: Good, because one pair of you is bad enough. I was about ready to turn Jarlotopolis's Death Ray on the lot of you. *stands on a table and strikes a dramatic leadership pose* I hereby decree that this reception is now begun!
Diani: *swoon* Oh, your so MANLY when you decree!
SC Jarlot: *knowing, self serving grin with a reflective point in the corner that makes a "shing" noise*
Dzarro & Malik: :nonono: & :weep: (respectively)
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