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Post by MegaRaptor on Sept 12, 2003 22:06:19 GMT -5
*chairs and an altar are set up in the crystal gardens belonging to Dragonclaw, the chairs are in multiple rows, with aisles on either side and down the middle. Crystals grow out of the ground all around the area, in a variety of colors. The crystals vary in size from 4 to 10 feet, tho some are bigger or smaller. Moon and star light shines down onto the scene, and torches and candles are placed around the area*
(not gonna actually start just yet, but those in attendance may come in now)
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Post by Gojira on Sept 12, 2003 22:08:56 GMT -5
/me Gojira stands up at the alter wearing an Imperial Admiral's uniform. He would have worn his Grand Admiral's but that was too flashy for his tastes. He is dozing on and off at the alter because he needs sleep.
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Post by airmaster on Sept 12, 2003 22:14:04 GMT -5
*Takes a seat in the front row of chairs*
Todays the day for MR & Rose..
*crys a bit*
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Post by CygnusMkII on Sept 12, 2003 22:16:32 GMT -5
*plays a few chords on the organ and shuffles through some sheet music*
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Post by neoviper7 on Sept 12, 2003 22:16:38 GMT -5
*sits in the 5th pew and watches with great disintrest*
shleepy shleepy shleepy
*sneaks over to the orgon, and hooks his guitar up to an amp*
shall we jam cyg?
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Post by Eurasiase on Sept 12, 2003 22:17:56 GMT -5
*Stumbles in somehow going from haggard and rumpled, to neat and wearing a suit* Ah the big day, if ya need any help or anything MR, I'll be in the most remote section chairs. *Goes in the back where it was dark but still in good view of the altar*
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Post by fancypants on Sept 12, 2003 22:22:34 GMT -5
Hello! I am Rose's friend, Nancy. OMG I can't wait for the actual event! \o/
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Post by Draco Starcloud on Sept 12, 2003 22:23:07 GMT -5
*picking at non-existant pieces of lint on his robes*
Dadgummit. I feel like a bad Final Fantasdy cosplayer.
*sits in the back and fiddles with a laptop*
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Post by Gojira on Sept 12, 2003 22:26:18 GMT -5
/me Gojira head tilts forward and snores are heard. He quickly snaps his back up into attention.
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Post by Zorak on Sept 12, 2003 22:27:26 GMT -5
*Sits in near front, wearing a very contrasting uniform:
He wears a Pinstripe Suit (aka Mobish suit), with a nice fancy hat on top. On the hat however is Beer Cap modifications, and over his hand he wears a large sized Foam Pointing hand. Zorak sips beer*
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Post by Eurasiase on Sept 12, 2003 22:27:36 GMT -5
Hi Nancy.  *Gets up and sees if I can raid the kitchen before the ceremony starts* *Stomach is heard rumbling* |
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Post by fancypants on Sept 12, 2003 22:29:37 GMT -5
*wonders if my dark BLOOD RED dress is appropiate, thinks it compliments my red hair.*
Hello yourself!
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Post by neoviper7 on Sept 12, 2003 22:31:56 GMT -5
yep, i can feel the love
*points to nancy's post*
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Post by fancypants on Sept 12, 2003 22:33:28 GMT -5
I do hope my first impression is not that of a bad one! *smiles, and bows*
I'm Nancy, Nance to Rose. Nice to meet you. *shakes hand*
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Post by X on Sept 12, 2003 22:34:44 GMT -5
A chill runs through the air... The already quiet scene dropps to a scilence reserved only for the dead.
Over the horizon strides Mystoria Turrallian Xtermo. But he is not dressed as one to blend into the shadows tonight, oh no... The entire presence of Xtermo has changed.
His greyed hair has become somewhat thinned and white as the snow drifting to the ground on a winter morning, and tied into a ponytail with a silver bow. He walks slowly and intentionaly at full stature. His standard dirty black cloak is replaced now with an immencely ornate robe- shimmering white in the glow of the pale moon, with ancient writing spun in fine gold into the very fabric of the robe. His eyes are not hidden behind his usual black sunglasses, but allowed to shine forth their cool radiance. His wings are uncovered, and folded neatly behind his back. And upon his head is a silver crown, of twisting and intertwining threads of metal. The entire presence of him seems to glow with the light of the moon itself.
Before everyone now stands no longer the barfly they know, but the heir of the Engorian Empire, and the Lastborn Elaeanor.
Calmly, he strides down to the seating and greets the groom.
X: Greetings! It is an honor to be here today!
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Hanazawa Rui
