Oh gosh Fox those photos are genius
Especially that phone text one! XD I wonder what a lot of the Pride's conversations would go like if they had phones... >w>
Good luck with exams, papers and everything guys! You can all do it, I believe in you!! >W< And feel loads better Danni! ;A; We love you too!
This week is almost over guys! You can do iiiiiiiiiiit
/has MGS and FFX/X2 HD arrive
/has Infamous arrive tomorrow
/day off tomorrow
/can't contain himself
GO GUYS!!!
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“The Stadium of Dreams”
One of Los Paraisos’ largest and most prolific buildings, the vast and glamorous building was host to a number of stages and venues built to accommodate any type of performance required of it. Home to shows and displays of only the very best artists, La Macabaret was the dream destination of any hopeful and willing starlet. This was the auditorium where all of the world’s biggest and hottest musical artists, comedians and stage performers played at. This was the dream.
And last night, two remarkably drunk singers took the place by storm…
“Hooooo whee! This place is gigantic!!” Aria cooed, as she walked the aisle, past row and row of leather seats that descended down to a giant, well lit stage at the very bottom. Whilst La Macabaret was open for the public to visit during the day, when shows were being performed both the ticket prices and security were ridiculously high, prohibiting the illusionist from every being able to witness one. With no need to otherwise have explored the stadium, this was her first time… and it was impressive. She could barely see the other end of the room, and this was only one of the venues! There were several others, all as glitzy, glamorous and gigantic as this one, with subtle differences. Some were held entirely underground, whilst others were built at ground level. This one’s interior nicely sunk into the ground, with a roof providing shelter over all of the audience’s seats, but where the stage was situated, there was no overhead roof. Instead it greeted the overhead sky and scorching sun with a smile.
Walking alongside the illusionist was the superhero Crimson Justice, Selan whom still carried the now nicely changed and content Delan, and Dylan whom was engaged in conversation with Don’s stripper bro Freddie. The more that Freddie spoke and told Dylan about what he was up to the previous night, the more the Matter Artist couldn’t believe. And to think, whilst Don and Selan had staged an unblievable impromptu performance in front of thousands, Dylan had done his own performance of sorts – although in a much more darker, cramped and seedy establishment just across the street at the Bucking Bronco. It was unbelievable.
“Heck, if I didn’t know any better, bro, I’d have thought you were one of Los Paraisos’ regular performers, working at another club! I was going to give you one of our cards with our club’s details if you wanted to come back, but you and your friends had already gone by that point. Including the blue haired man, yeah.” Freddie continued, laughing and smiling widely. “I must say though, be careful about jumping from pole to pole like that. It’s dangerous, you don’t want to hurt yourself.”
As the two spoke, the other three continued their search and inspection of the arena, not only looking for clues that might hint at what exactly happened last night for them to have inspired such a reaction as to become instant celebrities, but also look for Trixie, whom the doorman had said scuttled into the building to search ahead of them. None of them liked the idea of her going missing again. They still had to find Estelle, Kapi and Josette.
“Wondergirl! Wondergirrrrrl! Come out, come out, wherever you arrrrre!” Crimson Justice bellowed.
“I still can’t believe you two actually performed here last night…” Aria shook her head in disbelief. “Do you know how tough it is to actually get in here at night? And expensive. Whatever you all did, I wish I had seen it. Or… maybe I did. I don’t know, I just wish I remembered what had happened last night… waking up like that was…!”
Aria suddenly clammed up, not really wishing to pursue what on Ddaear might have actually happened last night.
Instead she stopped halfway down the aisle, hands on her hips and searching around. Down at the stage below, across all of the empty seats, and then back at the top, in the center of the wall in-between the doors they had entered from. A small window could be seen, with a locked off room behind and… something inside that made Aria’s head tilt in curiosity. What was that? Cameras?
She could also hear a strange sound from inside as well… the sound of snoring…?
Maybe it was one of the venue’s workers?
“Wondergirrrrrrrrrrrrrl!!!” Crimson Justice kept screaming.
Hey everyone! I hope everyone's doing and feeling okay >_< This is a rough week for people, huh? D:
I've gotten one half up. I'll get up a post for our baby team a little bit later :> Tomorrow I'll also post for Thunderhawk at the Pellagio and set things up for Fox and the rest of this chapter in general ;)
I've gotten one half up. I'll get up a post for our baby team a little bit later :> Tomorrow I'll also post for Thunderhawk at the Pellagio and set things up for Fox and the rest of this chapter in general ;)
Los Paraisos: Saint Drega's Church
"You had to have known we were drunk, right? I mean, just look at this!" He brandished the photo towards the priest. "There's no way on Ddeaer you could think we were sober, right?! I'd never marry her! She's so angry all the time, and she hates me! Why would I marry someone who hates me?! Why woul... why would I..."
“Huh? Bro, bro bro. Don’t be talking like that, it’s not nice. Amy’s a very beautiful, sensitive lady, y’know? It’s not nice to be hurting her feelings on the first day of your honeymoon. Treat her right, okay? You were lucky enough to marry such a beauty, don’t squander that.” Tom shook his head from side to side, hoping to dispel the paranoid worry consuming the groom and hopefully resolve things before they got too bad.
"I'm going to ask you nicely. Please fix this. Now."
“Fix it? YOU just broke it!” Tom wailed, clutching his head with anguished tears streaming down his face at the collection of broken cups. He bent down, immediately beginning to shift through the shattered pieces, his heart breaking at the ruined mementos of a beautiful wedding below. “This is going to take forever to fix…”
“NOT THAT. THIS.” Amy said again, this time louder and more forceful, drawing the priest’s eyes to the beautiful marriage ring sparkling in the church light. Tom raised one quissitive eyebrow, before standing back up again.
“What’s the matter with your ring? It’s very good quality and workmanship.” Tom replied. “Both of you came in here carrying those rings, y’know. Hmm. Is it a bit stuck? How about trying butter to loosen it up?”
Tom then turned back to Syed, Moira and Lisette, as Marcus bent down over the box and pulled out a couple of caps and t-shirts, plopping one on his head and offering another to Lisette.
“Besides, bro, I don’t do drunk weddings. I’m very specific about that, what with Los Paraisos having lots of people get drunks and dare each other to get married. No, I specifically checked first and asked you before anything happened.” Tom began to answer Syed’s question.
“Look, I can even quote it, I noted it down just to be sure. When I asked, Moira replied ‘What the fuck are you talking about? Do I looking fucking drunk? I can still drink another 100 beers!’ and Miss Amy replied with ‘That’s *hic* fucking right!’. Then, after that, just to be doubly sure, I spoke with both the bride and the groom and asked you guys a few questions… about what you liked of one another. And both of you were really very excited to get married. Syed you said that Miss Amy was ‘the woman of your dreams’ and that for Amy, Syed was ‘my caramel hunk’. After the interview you both kissed each other and, boy, I wasn’t sure if you guys wanted to skip straight past the ceremony and go straight to the honeymoon!”
“Fix this… just… fix this…” Amy’s body shook. Her friends turned to look to her, not sure if she was boiling with rage or on the verge of collapse. Tom turned to see, and it was then and only then that he managed to understand.
“Ah, I get it. Annulment, huh? Yeah, we can do that. We need to get you two to sign a document. Such a shame though.” Tom shook his head, a tear sparkling and falling down his cheek. He walked towards one of the church’s cabinets, opening a drawer and pulling out a certificate and quill. “Too many people these days give up on marriage too easily. Did you know the divorce rate is as high as 50%? It’s so sad. Look, guys, I won’t stop you doing what you both think is best,” Tom explained, as he gestured for the bride and groom to follow him to the wooden desk and sign the paper with the priest’s proffered pen. “However, I do have a bro who specialises in marriage counselling as well. If you like, I could maybe call him up, make an appointment for you two. Hmm?”
“Oh, and hey.” Tom leaned to the side, looking past them and at Lisette and the still smiling Marcus, who was folding and bundling as many of the t-shirts as he could to give to the others later. “Whilst you guys are here. If you and your boyfriend want to get married Lisette, we could totally do a service right here and now! What do you think?”
The record’s next song started playing.
Los Paraisos: Outside the Bucking Bronco
“So, valiant little superhero,” Crimson Justice started, his hands held high on his hips, the man looking towards the small caped crusader like a ray of heroic sunshine. “What is your superhero name? Would you like to fight crime and injustice by my side?”
“Oh. Oh. Oh gods, no. I don’t want to hold him anymore. Here. Here, Dylan, you can take your new godson.”
Interrupting Crimson Justice’s conversation with the newly disguised Trixie, Aria scrunched her face up tight and held the little Delan as far away from her as possible. She had gotten used to smelling just a little bit foul wearing these horrendous clothes of Chirps (she wished beyond belief she had the time, any time, to get into her room, have a shower and change into something actually comfortable, but alas) and that’s when things simply went from bad to worse. Delan was crying, and the smell… the smell made her gag and retch. That was disgusting.
“Take him, Dylan! Take him!”
“Hmm? What’s going on? Hey, little miss, don’t run so quick, you don’t want to get lost. Huh, people? Are these your parents?” Following from the doors to the nightclub was Trixie’s new sidekick, the topless, chest heaving mustache wearing stripper bro Freddie, who turned and looked at each of the Guilders in turn… with absolute confusion.
“Excuse me, Freddie!” Crimson Justice pushed the man slightly ajar, to clear the way for Selan, Dylan, Aria, Trixie and Delan to enter and allow them all to perform an impromptu operation. Time was of the essence. “We have an emergency, Freddie! We need to use your place and… wait, Freddie?”
Freddie raised one perplexed eyebrow. The voice, although muffled, seemed familiar. But the man in front of him was like nobody he recognised. And then-
“Freddie!!” He was tackled harshly and held in a vice like grip, as Crimson Justice squeezed him with as much love as he could muster.
“We’ve got an emergency here, gosh! Less hugging, more huggies! Ew, ew, ew!” Aria squeezed past, racing into the club with Delan held high. She skidded into the main area, plopping the little baby down onto him bum on the same table that Freddie had already cleaned twice today, one thanks to Trixie’s projectile hurl. As little Delan’s bot bounced on the table, a quiet squish could be faintly heard. Aria turned green.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, I have this!” Crimson Justice skidded in front of little Delan, preparing to take over and save the day. Until he saw Delan look up at him, breaking his tears briefly to stare up at his hero, and Crimson Justice froze. He… he wanted to help, but he had no idea how to do it. Not to mention –
“Er… guys… I mean, citizens! Some… assistance, please? I don’t want to get anything on my gloves.”
Freddie followed the mad assembly in, as he continued to look absolutely confused at everything that was going on. Was the man and woman Trixie’s parents? The baby her younger brother maybe? If so, who was the other woman? And the blonde man, he was… wait a minute.
“Dylan?” Freddie blinked, remembering him and his wild usage of the poles last night alongside him in their performing. They must have been the friends Trixie spoke of, no doubt.
G'luck Orpheus!! :D
One more week then long summer for you!
GO AGENTS
One more week then long summer for you!
GO AGENTS
Los Paraisos: Saint Drega's Church
The priest’s eyes lit up in bewilderment at first, his whole body jumping into the air as soon as the doors to Saint Drega’s Church slammed inwards. He stared dumbfounded at the silhouettes that emerged from the bright sunlight outside, first a loud woman pointing and shouting at him, followed by another beautiful blonde woman stalking through the aisle in his footsteps, grabbing the nearest top of the seat and digging her fingers into it, pointing with her free hand to the sparkling silver ring resting atop her finger. Her eyes betrayed the venom and rage broiling beneath.
"OI! YOU!"
"Annul this. You annul this right. the fuck. Now… Or I'll paint your face redder than blood."
"Wait everyone, please don't... Oh! A ring!” Lisette gasped, blushing as she too started pointing. "Wait a minute, so Miss Amy and Syed are... Wow...!"
“Ahaha.” Marcus almost bowled over, collapsing in laughter. He held his stomach tightly. His suspicions were half correct. With Syed’s peculiar behaviour, and the way in which he continued to rub and fondle the strange ring of his finger and his suggestions to explore a church, Marcus had surmised it possible that in their wild drunken reverie, he might have gotten married. But to Amy, the one woman in the group who seemed to revile all men? “Congratulations on your wedding, Amy, Syed.” Marcus smiled. “I think you two make a wonderful couple.”
Amy’s face shot back from the far end of the church, a vision of a pure demon.
“Oh… oh! Hey! It’s you guys! Wow!” The priest clapped his hands together, a wide smile forming. Before Amy could react, she found a hand wrapped around her shoulders and holding her arm, walking her back down to her friends and the other people the strange haired priest, Tom, was happy to see. “Amy, my dear, you look beautiful still! And Syed! Bro! You are one lucky, lucky man, y’know that?”
Tom laughed even harder. As Amy’s hand swiped out to deliver stinging vengeance against the priest, he had already let go and started walking towards the other, narrowly missing the harmless slap by divine luck and inches.
He grabbed Syed, taking the man in a powerful, tight hug, squeezing him and patting his back. “Man oh man, you guys are just the best! I’m guessing you all had a hell of a night after the wedding, huh? Moira!” Tom threw his hand out, Moira finding herself reflexing by throwing hers out for a firm handshake. Bewilderment had gripped everyone. “It’s good to see you again too! Don’t worry, I managed to clean the sick out of the carpet.”
“And hey there, Lisette. Who’s our favourite little bridesmaid and flower girl, huh?” Tom bent over, laughing as he rubbed her hair. “You find your prince charming yet, or does the bouquet still have to work its magic? Haha. Wait. Wait. Is this him? Your boyfriend?”
Tom rose up, extending his hand out to shake Marcus’ own. “Hey there, bro. My name’s Tom, and I’m the priest of Saint Drega’s Church here. How are you?”
“I’m doing wonderful, thank you.” The wind mage replied with a smile. “My name’s Marcus. You… don’t remember me, do you?”
“Remember you, bro?” Tom blinked, closing his eyes and scanning his memories. “Hmm, no, you weren’t at the wedding last night… that was a blonde man and blue haired man instead. Dylan and Lucien were their names, I think? Where abouts are those guys? Anyway… Marcus… Marcus… hmm… did we meet somewhere else before then…?”
Marcus laughed and shook his head. “It’s not important.”
“Hmm… well, if you say so, bro!” Tom slapped Marcus’ shoulder, and then turned, spinning on the spot as the catchy song continued.
“Anyway, I’m glad you guys came! I managed to get everything that you guys wanted fixed up already! Told you we like to present the best wedding service in all of Los Paraisos, didn’t I?” Tom strode back down the aisle again, long strides that took him to the altar in seconds. Bending over, he lifted up a large box bulging with goodies inside, ripping off the masking tape that held it closed and opening up its contents. Contents that caused a certain two to panic even more.
“We’ve got all of your wedding photos right here, your commemorative mugs, t-shirts and baseball caps… oh, and I posted those cards you guys wanted me to send to all of your friends and family sharing the wonderful moment with them… man. It was just beautiful, bro. I get all teary-eyed just thinking about. Was beautiful. Really, really beautiful.”
Tom pulled out a hanky, wiping his eyes and blowing his nose, his hair shooting up as he did.
Hey everyone! Hope you're all doing okay! :D
I hope your headache goes away quickly, Tae D: Feel better! And don't worry about missing posting on Thursday, Rex. Best of luck with all your essays and finals this week! :D
I found a funny article describing 21 Brilliant British People Problems.
They're all completely accurate.
I'm sorry
EDIT: Lmfao yes @ Delan change. You read my mind, Tae, I was going to write that too! 8D
I hope your headache goes away quickly, Tae D: Feel better! And don't worry about missing posting on Thursday, Rex. Best of luck with all your essays and finals this week! :D
I found a funny article describing 21 Brilliant British People Problems.
They're all completely accurate.
I'm sorry
EDIT: Lmfao yes @ Delan change. You read my mind, Tae, I was going to write that too! 8D
Finally caught up!
Another fun batch of episodes that have only gotten better and better then the previous episodes. I really liked Episode 4 and the Sokka moments especially. The sexist stuff with him declaring himself better then women was cliche but overall handled pretty nicely. I really, really, REALLY liked Episode 5. I really enjoyed meeting the Earth-bending aspect of the show and the whole thing was just a lot of fun and solid world building, from the rollercoaster esque riding on top of the mail routes and the challenges Aang had to face against Bumi was just brilliant. Very, very funny. Episode 6 was okay as well but wasn't as great as the previous episode. Haru was cool, but the whole thing felt a bit by the numbers. The Fire Kingdom just appear to come across as a bunch of douchebags now. I'm looking forward to a sympathetic Firebender character, haha.
Los Paraisos: Cafe outside Pellagio Hotel
“Well then, let’s say we’ll all meet back here at noon,” Marcus smiled, nodding and waving to the departing quintet. “Hopefully we’ll have some information to share and we’ll have found Estelle, Trixie and Kapi.” Marcus turned his attention and smile towards Lisette, hoping to reassure any ill worries she may have had to her companions’ safety.
"Moira, Lisette, Syed - and whoever else. You coming or not?" Amy barely even stopped to wait, strolling on ahead in the direction of the Saint Drega’s Church she had found from the hapless customers of the bookstore she had questioned. Marcus stifled a short laugh and began to follow, smiling once more at his companions.
“I believe this is our cue?”
The group started to move forwards, with the Pride following behind in Amy’s steps. As Moira questioned Syed on why he thought they should investigate a church, an uneasy atmosphere started to linger in the air. For Moira and Lisette, it was almost unnoticeable, one being rather dense to subtleties in group atmosphere, the other still reeling from her first hangover to really tell. Any weirdness that might be happening within the group felt like, for them, an effect of the consequences of last night. Except for Marcus who, even nursing a debilitating headache of his own, paused to consider the information that had been presented to him by everyone, using it to mull the possible whereabouts of Estelle.
And a church…?
“I can’t imagine Estelle would have gone to a church… ever.” Marcus chirped up. He hoped his happy demeanour would ease any frustrations gripping his friends and help to lighten the mood somewhat. Even then, he was racked with worry and concern over his missing partner. “Why do you think a church might be a good place, Syed?” He asked, the man almost instantly straightening bolt right at the question. Amy’s shoulders too almost seemed to tense after hearing him starting to ask.
“Did something happen to you all at a church last night?” Marcus asked, having no knowledge of anything his friends did before meeting them at the Pellagio’s first floor. A finger stroked the underside of his chin, before laughing at his next absurd joke. “You and Lisette didn’t happen to get married, did you? Haha.”
Los Paraisos: Saint Drega’s Church
Ahead of the Pride’s arrival, a figure moved throughout the church’s floor, his feet gliding atop a red silk carpet and moving in-between several pews all erected to face a wooden altar furnished in dazzling gold, with a beautiful stain glass window depicting one of the gods to the north to complete the picture. The Church was fairly small and cramped, but was made homely. Candles were lit at the ends of each pew, glowing lightly and marking the path forwards.
The figure’s footsteps strode forwards with rhythmic confidence. A smile grew upon his gladdened, whistling features. He was happy.
At the end of the aisle, he turned to his right, moving towards a small wooden cabinet and bending down to open one of the doors. Inside laid a record player and a collection of records. He pulled one out of its sleeve, and after blowing away the dust on it, gently laid it down on the player, starting it up.
Music started to fill up the church.
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