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A wedding is at hand, and all of you are invited! The Grand Duke Cyrus of Centropolis and the Countess Lafiël are to be wed soon (they like to remain flexible :) ) in Centropolis and the leaders (or ambassadors, or whatever) of all of NationStates nations have been invited for the before wedding parties, the wedding itself, and the after wedding parties. Formal dress please, and no idiot godmodders.

The Grand Duke Cyrus:

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The Countess Lafiel:

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I am glade to congratulate the the both of you on your engagement. I would like to attend the wedding as I knew you both some time ago.


President Hugo Lee of Western Might

(ooc:I'm playing this guy several NS weeks after a current rp.)

Well atleast the Countes's body gaurd is safe rithg now and in time to.

OOC:Hey am I invited?

((Yeah Phalanix, you're invited, but I can't understand a damn thing in that post of yours.))

WM: Thank you, Hugo. Yes, you would be most welcome.

OOC:I got lost then to lol. Lack of sleep at its best.

I would be honoured to attend this ceremony.


~Emperor Radassat
The Interplanetary Empire of Clonetopia (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2135754)
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OOC: How on earth do you godmod a wedding?

OOC:Intresting, did I warn you about the assassin thread and the inept assassins coming?

OOC: I don't know why they didn't hire decent assassins.

I'm not invited. Oh, well.

We would be most honored to have your Excellency to attend, Emperor.

((Killing everyone in the reception with 515123152 n000ks, having the person wedding the two spontaneously combust, etc. And Tordor, yes, I believe you did. Would they be coming for the Countess, too?))

Roania:

The leaders (or ambassadors, or whatever) of all of NationStates nations have been invited for the before wedding parties, the wedding itself, and the after wedding parties.

Princess Lina, sister to the king would love to attend this wedding our allied freind, as King Alern can't make it as his wife is close to term and is expected to deliver twins.

I cannot attend for i am currently recovering from the war in Cyberutopia, recovering the dead and evacuating troops.



i send my congradulations to the couple though.


Signed

Kisar Starchaser.

OOC:They are out to kill who either is the leader of Cyberutopia.

The Emperor is preparing his outfit. Hmm....is there a such thing as formal body-armour? he thinks. Perhaps some kind of personal shielding device is in order...

((Yes, there is such thing as formal armor. :) Tordor, you'd be looking to kill Duo, then, who is in Pooh Landia.))

The Princess Lina would be most welcome.

That is unfortunate that Mr. Starchaser cannot come, but thank you for your congratulations.

"Rachel?"

"Yes, Alex?"

"You are going to Centropolis."

"Yes, Alex."

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Princess Rachel Eman Black
Regent of Port Agua

A wedding!?! *Claps* my congratulations, if it is allowable, I can try to clear time to attend.
~Empress Aidan Kushrenada.

((The wedding is in Centropolis, actually. I'll edit the first post.))

President Hugo looks around the large table at the advisory meeting at the Vice President, "I expect yopu will be going to Kieth?"

"Mr. president you know how I hate those things."

The president laughed. "Ever the soldier ey Kieth? That goes to show you you may takr the soldier out of the Army, but you can't take the Army out of the soldier."

Kieth sighed he hated his knew office and everyone in the Presidnetial headquarters knew it. Keith was a born soldier, but now Vice President of Western might. "I'll asked Kris if she would like to attend but if she doesn't..."

"No need to finish Kieth I know"

We will send a delegate, maybe one of those Paelisi courtiers. We sincerely hope that this time the security could be better. Princess Aliria would be delighted to attend, but she's facing some problems now, something about the banning of humankind in Aelosia. Maybe she could attend, after all.

Oh, you mean when Kithail declared that all humans were banned in a fitful rage? He was serious? Heh. Anyway, if the Princess could attend, we would be delighted.

*looks up from signing invitations*

You look enchanting as always, my dear :)

I'm curious to what you have in mind for the grand day.. any elven traditions?

Lafiël smiles warmly in return and goes to sit opposite of him.

"No, I don't think so. There's no need to make others feel uncomfortable. We can just have a wedding without all the eccentracies. Besides, it's not the wedding that matters to me..."

She trailed off and paused for a moment. Cyrus knew well what she was going to say.

"It's just you."

Cyrus looked into her starlight eyes - as they had always been to him - and gently grasped her hands.

"Yes.. I know it to be true, as I am yours forever. In this age and the next and the next, for time and beyond, for as long as the wheel of time makes its turns."

(ooc) Unfortunately, I'll be out until the beginning of next week. :cry: I'm sorry to put a hold on my presence right now, but I have little choice. I hope the rest of you can make something of this thread until I'm back. Be seeing you..have the best.

((I believe I can award this romance as "Sappiest Ever". :roll: :lol: Joking, joking. :P Come back soon!))

Lafiël looked deeply into his eyes and smiled sweetly.

"That was beautiful." She said in a soft voice. "I will be yours forever too, not death nor sorrow shall seperate us."

Want to change it to constant fighting, perhaps? :wink: Yay! I'm back! Let's resurrect this thread..

"You make my days complete", he said and smiled. "Let us plan to humor our guests, after that we have all time to ourselves. I think we can agree to hold the ceremony here, in the palace? Plenty of room and catering."

((You mean like the last one? :lol: No, I'd rather not. This is a good romance-y type...thing. Alright, let's bring this thing back to life! *casts Level 8 Resurrection*))

"Yes, that's an agreeable plan. The palace shall do nicely." She agreed.

ooc: flips a switch sending power throughout the thread. Then a evil laugh. "It's alive, it's alive!"

Cyrus leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Now that we have that set, what about the rest? We have all kind of religions here, and there is no national church. The government rep is a new ager. I suppose we could have just an official holding the ceremony instead. Oh and by the way, I think some of the guests are going to arrive real soon, some of them are coming from afar I hear? Any you know?"

"How soon is real soon? Oh my, I'm not even presentable or..." Lafiël stopped in mid sentence, and then let out a short laugh at how ridiculous she was being.

She tried to hide a light blush of embarrassment coming to her cheeks and read the guest list.

"I only know Hugo, the President of Western Might." She commented, shrugging and looking up from the list. "About holding the ceremony...yeah, I mean, yes, an official will do."

She blushed again at her slip of the tounge.

Hugo would never get used to wearing a suit. Oh he did wear them alot now and some of his soldiers habit were giving way to civilian ones. But he would always be a soldier.
" Mr. President are you alright? to seemed a little troubled." the voice was one of the countless aids on the jet.

"No nothing just thinking about the past thats all."

"Mr. President is it true you knew the marrying couple a while back?"

"Yes. it was a while ago though. i wounder if the remember?"

"That wouldn't be the same Hugo, would it? Anyway, I'll arrange the with the official then. Is there something you want to deal with before the guests? Like, clothes? I'll have the staff invite some of the best designers in the nation."

Damn. It's so hard to get a dinner suit for a 7'4" man of unknown species. ~Radassat, Eternal Emperor of The Interplanetary Empire of Clonetopia.

((Lol, Clonetopia.))

"Yes, it's the same Hugo, all right." She said, reading his name again. "As for the wedding dress, I have something of my own. But that will wait. :wink: "

Lafiël smiled secretively as she looked up at Cyrus.

"Anything else that needs to be covered?" She asked him, still smiling.

The hyperjet and escorts made their approch to Centropolis airspace.

"Centropolis Air Control, this is WM flight 260-7 requesting permission to land."

OOC:Just to let ya know Adam left for Phalanix again. Nova is still with Angel and Lloyd aswell as Dark

((And Seigfried. Oh, and to let you in on a secret, he's got big things coming to him, and by the end of my plans, he is gonna be able to kick Dark's ass fifty times over.

OOC:Trust me Dark is in a very important plot I have

"Flight 260-7, this is Centropolis Flight Control, you are expected. You can land on airstrip 14-NW in ten minutes, over."

Back in the palace

"Great, Hugo is back. I never had a chance to talk to him last time. As for more thing that needs to be done.. I don't think so if you trust the chefs to come up with something good to eat. Let's see here.."

Cyrus left Lafiël with a bit of reluctance, and started to shuffle papers on a desk nearby. He finally found what he was looking for, and held up a cardboard paper.

"Ah! Here it is. The main course is oven baked fillet of sole with parmesan
and parsley topping. With tira misu for dessert. And there's vegetarian dish and alternatives. Here, take a look.."

"Oh, that sounds delicious." Lafiël said, taking the menu with a smile and reading it. "It all looks so good. Scores of salads...too many kinds of steak to count...dozens of drinks...oh, it's perfect. There's every food here from the futhest reaches of the Orient to the heart of Africa to the center of Europe."

The WM fighter escorting the hyperjet were orded back to base.

The Jet then made it's approach at the runway, setting down with a almost 10 point landing. The hatch slid open and out steped a man in a busines suit. He looked at his watch. "Hmm right on time. Ok you all have a good time. " He left of the airport terminal so he could call a taxi.

[Yay, NS didn't eat my post this time.]

"Well, we're not that poor a nation", he smiled mischievously. "I take it you approve then. We don't have to do anything to upset the political balance until after the wedding.. and by the way.. where do you want to go after it? On vacation, popularly called honeymoon?"

((Lucky... :roll: ))

Lafiël stood up and walked around the table to stand near Cyrus.

"Well, I'm still young, so I haven't seen much of the world to get many ideas. Besides, all my favorite places back in my homeland have been bombed into dust." She said in a pensive tone, a twinge of ironic bitterness showing through. "Where do you wish to go?"

[Yes, it's been a bit erratic lately, hasn't it?]

This was exactly what Cyrus had wanted to avoid talking about to not rip up the fresh wounds of Lafiël's forced move. Now it was too late, but he decided to continue to stay clear of the subject as he had done before.. at least until the civil war in Cyberutopia was well over with.

"Somewhere where we can relax and be comfortable together.. and not worrying about snipers and the like. I'm not sure if there is such a place though.."

"We're comfortable here, aren't we?" Lafiël asked, smiling a bit. "And I certainly haven't seen any snipers lately. Don't worry, if the perfect place is somewhere out there, we'll find it."

Lafiël tenderly took Cyrus' hands in hers and looked up at him, the bitterness gone from her, only happiness remaining at being near her love.

Hugo got a taxi and told the driver were to go. Once there he paid the man, thanked him and got out. "Hope i got the right address." Walking up to the large front doors he ran the door bell.

[GRR not again..]

"Ah yes, you are right as always. Forgive my cynicism. So, if there is nothing else you want to discuss or plan, I guess we are ready to go. I was thinking traditional for me, black tux. You can't go wrong with that."

The majestic double doors opened slowly under electric power before Hugo. An elderly man dressed in a black butler's suit with the royal emblem and the royal colours - blue and white - thinly lining the trim, greeted him.

"Good day to you Sir. This way if you please. Might I inquire as to your name? You are here for the wedding, I presume?"

He was holding a palmtop while talking to Hugo, waiting to check him out on the guest list and show him to his room, or call security, whichever was needed. Another man, similarly dressed but younger, came up and offered to take Hugo's luggage.

((Ok, anyone who wants to come may enter now!))

"That's a good idea." Lafiël said, smiled sweetly, and stole a quick kiss from Cyrus. "I'll see you soon, my love."

With a graceful walk inherent to her species, she went off to her own quarters to prepare for what would be perhaps the most important day in her life. The young Elf held an unusually happy demeanor today, but that was to be expected. As she reached her room, she dismissed her servants, saying she would call them when she was ready. She took a long, enjoyable bath, but as she came out and passed her desk, a worn, creased cream colored piece of paper caught her eye, half-buried in other papers. She slowed her walk, and stopped before her desk. Her happiness fled her and a small sigh escaped her lips as she ran a finger over the beautiful paper. Cyberutopian made, most of this style of paper had been destroyed through the constant fighting. On it, in flourishing letters, were the two words "Dear Rafiel." Instantly, Lafiël's eyes became clouded by tears, and in a subtle movement, she swiped the paper under the others, leaving only a corner peeking out at her. She hated that paper and loved it at the same time, and the worst part was no one could ever understand. In her mind, the paper was already filled with ink, an arcane representation of her thoughts. She would put everything down one day, and then maybe she could stop thinking about him. Maybe...

The man followed the butler "The name's Hugo Lee. And yes i am here for the wedding." Then to the younger man. "No thanks bub i can carry it." He knew he should use more polite english. but he felt like being his same old self.

A dark blue and slim jet, decorated with elven runes, landed in the Centropolis airport. The door opened and a red carpet was extended to caver the exit of the plane.

From the door several guards came out, dressed in the exosqueleton armor of the Striking Scorpions, the honor guards of the Royal House of Aelosia, resembling humanoid arachnids. Then a pair of courtiers came down the carpet, dressed in the delicates silk golden robes of House Paelisi. A young and beautiful elven woman followed them, dressed in a deep crimson dress with silken gloves covering her hands and forearms to the elbows. She breathed deep, and then came out of the jet with a regal pace.

One of the courtiers spoke to the airport comitive. "Princess Aliria D'Hyru, heir to the Everqueen, is here to attend the wedding between Cyrus of Centropolis and Lafiël from Cyberutopia".


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I love this Eldar planes...

ooc: Sweet. Warhammer 40K?

OOC: Something like that. Battlefleet Gothic. I'm not sure, I think they belong to the same game...

((Shiny...heh.))

[Nifty plane.. now I'm going to control Hugo a wee bit..]

"Welcome to Centropolis, Princess. I'll inform your escort right away."

Moments after, a number of people came to meet the Princess' and her escort. Most of them were men wearing black suits, some of them obviously discreetly armed.

"Greetings, your highness. We were sent to escort you to the palace. If you would take place in the cars, we'll be off in a minute."

The man showed his id to confirm who he was, and pointed to a line of limos waiting with police escort at a VIP exit.

Back in the palacce

The elder man checked Hugo off the guest list and nodded to the other, who quickly went to catch Hugo, who already was on the way deeper into the palace. He now faced an enormous stairway in an equally enormous entryhall, which split two ways up to the second level which was lined with walkways and railings. The floor was in white marble, and the pillars that littered the place made it feel decidedly roman, but there were anachronisms, such as the large decorative shields and portraits of to Hugo unknown people, hanging high up under the ceiling, lit by carefully placed small decorated windows that let sunshine in on critical spots. In front of the stairway he found a fountain with a sculpture portraying a naiad and a pair of playing dolphins. While Hugo surveyed the place, the younger butler went ahead a few steps, then stopped and waited for him.

"This way, Sir. Your rooms are located upstairs."

Hugo nodded takeing a last look of a portrait he found odd to say the least. " Ok I'm coming." After a moment or two of silence hugo asked the man a question. "So who else is coming to the wedding?"

Another wedding. *smiles* How sweet.

Her majesty Queen Ayane and the Ribenese government and people wish you much happiness together. Our warmest congratulations.


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HRM Queen Ayane Yoshiyama
Ruling monarch of Ribenia
Granddaughter of Shintaro the Wise
Descendant of Sakura the Radiant

Princess Aliria nodded to the uniformed man, refusing to check his ID. "I trust you, there's no need for that", said the delicate elven maiden. Then she and her comitive quickly entered the cars. The Captain of the guard approached one of the armed men and said "Do you need to register our weapons?, although we're here in a peaceful mission, a high member of the royal House always carry heavy armed escorts".

[Thanks Ribenia, perhaps we'll get around to writing some official thanks later..]

In the palace

"The guest list is quite long, Sir. Most of them are domestic dignitaries, but we expect prominent foreign visitors as well. Unfortunately, I can't say who's on the list out of security reasons, but you should be able to meet some of them soon."

The butler reached the end of a very long hallway.

"Here we are Sir, this suite is all yours. 650 square feet."

He opened the unlocked door and he and Hugo stepped into a large living room with panorama windows over the internal palace garden. Sunshine bathed the room, decorated in a damp, antique style of purple-red-gold furniture and wood carvings.

"The bathroom is over here. Just press the service button on the phone if you need anything, anything at all."

En route to palace, in limo convoy

"Naturally. Yes, I'd like to know what you have and how many of you are security. Mr. Rogers is chief responsible for the security, I'm sure he'd like to talk to you as well", said the guard.

The limousine slowly began to move after several other vehicles had already started ahead of Princess Aliria's car.

"We will arrive at the palace in twenty minutes", said the black-suited man - Mr. Rogers - who had followed the princess into the limousine. "The Royal High Guard will take over once we reach the palace grounds. We ususally handle foreign affairs", he explained. "But I will still be around."

"Four of us. We carry ceremonial energy swords and a plasma gun", answered the guard. "Our armor has several natural weapons, but we can't turn them, of course they're not dangerous".

OOC: Just tell me when the Princess arrive...

Princess Lina's Sub Orbital Private Aircraft arrived in Centropolis. She was in full Plate Armor with a fine broadsword at her side. She was followed by two knights and a Nikja that was purpicely allowing herself to be seen.

At the palace

A massive three-storey building loomed in the distance of a vast palace garden. The limousine trail passed through the gates unhindered as their arrival was expected.

"We are here", said Rogers. "I hope your stay in Centropolis will be a pleasant one, your highness."

At the airport

Another of the black-suited men, short but still carrying himself with a serious attitude, came up to Princess Lina and her knights. He looked at her for a moment, but the sunglasses prevented anyone from knowing what he thought of it.

"You must be Princess Lina. Greetings highness. I am Francis Boulevard, here to escort you to the palace. This way, we have a car standing by. We'll be there in a moment."

"I'm sure it will, as long as all people is as educated and well mannered as you. Where can I find the bride and the lucky chosen one?. I want to congratulate them and give them a little gift", asked the Pirncess, smiling at the black suited man.

Princess Lina nodded and followed along with the two knights and the Nikja.

"Nice room. a bit flashy and roomy but it's cool." he heafted the suit case he was holding onto the bed. "Oh I almost forgot." He opens up the case and take sout a reather worn lock box. ' I take it guesy are not allowed to be armed oh and here." He got the key from a pocket. "There is the key to it. Al that is inside is my service pistol. I try to go nowere without it. But i think i might be safe here."

[Everyone, Happy Holidays! I'm away a few days over christmas, see you all when I get back!]

In the limo, outside palace

"You are giving me far too much credit, your highness", said Rogers with a thin smile. "If we enter, I will ask where we can find them."

Two butlers came up the limo now parked just outside the entrance stairs, and offered to help. The small party and Rogers went into the palace without further ado, and Rogers turned to the elderly butler inside. "The princess whishes to see the bride and groom. Where can they be found?"

"In their private quarters", replied the butler. "I will tell them her highness has arrived. Let us accommodate the princess first, and I'm sure they will come shortly."

Hugo's room

"I'm glad you like your room, Sir. I will take good care of this. The palace has a vault for important things. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Airport

Lina was escorted, much in the same manner as the other guests, to the palace. Her limo arrived just after Aliria's convoy had left without her, and Francis spoke as they reached the wide stairs.

"Well, this is it. The Grand Ducal Palace. Better wait until someone helps out, I've heard you can get lost in there."

Princess Lina nodded. "Of course and I imagion they will want to know what weapons I and my guards are carrying when the time comes."

"No, there will be nothing else. I'm just going to go have a look around." Hugo closed the suitcase. "Well nice meeting yea" Then exited the room and headed down one of the halls.

Lord Kitsu III, prince and prime minster of Vulpes-Vulpes, walks slowly up the road leading to the palace, trying to keep his forest green suit clean. Once he finally arrives, he licks his fingers and cleans the dirt fromhis fox ears and tail, and makes double sure he has the leather sachel with his gifts in it. It's there. He's happy. He squeezes past some limos, and then starts to walk towards the front door, until he's literally lifted off his feet by a pair of guards.

((Bye, Centropolis! Guess I have to take over.))

In The Palace

One of the two butlers walked off briskly to tell the Grand Duke and his bride of the new arrivals, while the other one led Aliria and her guards to their rooms, similar to the one Hugo had been shown to. Their luggage was brought up shortly, and they were left to their own devices.

Just Outside The Palace

"That would be correct, madame. Nothing personal, but after several attempts at both the Grand Duke and his bride's lives, such a policy was enforced." Francis told the Teritorian Princess, a somber tone to his voice.

A large man, dressed like a butler, approached the convoy. He had shaggy brown hair, and a thick, bushy mustache. Dark eyes peered out from under the hair.

"Madame." He spoke in a deep, harsh voice. "Would you and your escorts please follow me."

He nodded at Francis sharply, and the small man nodded meekly back before walking off.

Also Just Outside The Palace

"Who are you? You can't just walk in here, pal." One of the guards says.

Lafiël, feeling restless, had decided to take a walk around the palace. She silently walked along the corridors of the enormous palace for several minutes before she found herself near the front of the palace. The sounds of a commotion reached her sensitive ears, and she rounded a corner to see two of her guards roughly interrogating a nicely dressed foxman. She walked gracefully up to stand behind the two and cleared her throat lightly. The guard holding up Kitsu practically drops him on the floor, and they both stumble back a step in suprise. The Elf eyed them both carefully for a moment, until a smile broke onto her features.

"You'll have to forgive them, they can be a bit zealous at times." The beautiful young woman told the foxman, offering a hand to him. "I'm Lafiël Ahbrri, and you would be?"

Princess Lina nodded and the two knights and the Nikja followed after princess Lina as she followed the Mojodomo.

Merry Christmas Yall! And to Yall a good night.

((A late Merry Bumpmas to y'all as well!))

Just telling ya'll I'm back.. Happy New Year everyone!

((Hoo-rah. Ok, let's get this going again.))

[Agreed. A bit short of time at the moment, but I'll try to do something useful soon even though I'm a bit out of it at the moment, character-wise.]

((Take your time getting back into it, I have no idea where to go next. Where is Vulpes-Vulpes, anyway?))

[First, I apologize for being away so long. I had no such intentions when I left. I've tried a few times before but couldn't get in. Secondly, is it too late to revive this thread? I'd suggest we skip ahead a little to the ceremony (anyone want to take the part of minister?) and then fairly quickly (depending on participation) to the afterfeast so people can get in and mingle again.]

((Agreed. I'm sorry for leaving, too. Skipping!))

Much Later

Lafiël paced the length of her bed chamber nervously. Only an hour, only an hour.

'Oh damn all this. It's so nervewracking!' Were one of the thoughts that shot through her mind. 'Oh, Rafiel...'

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"Okay, that should take care of the congratulation telegrams. Now what.. I'm practically done with the preparations, it's one of these things guys have an easier time with.. I should go see the bride, just to make sure she's not getting cold feet."

Cyrus laughed a short, hearty laugh at this.

"Wait a minute.. didn't someone say Hugo arrived? And some other guests, too.. better go see them right after I find Lafiël..", he muttered.

He walked off to find her, asking one of the butlers about her whereabouts. "The lady is in her chambers", replied the man, so off he went in that direction.

"Here we are", said Cyrus to himself, and cleared his throat.

<i>Why am I talking to myself like a lunatic? I'm not getting nervous about this, am I?</i>

Truth to be told, he knew the answer was yes.. it was only natural to be a bit nervous at such an important time.

He knocked at the door.

"It's me. Can I come in?"

Hugo had found a nice shady tree and had taken a short nap. But He was now well rested and got up to walk back to his room.
He thought he wouldn't get lost but he did. Though he didn't want to sound stupid by asking for directions. "A president of a pwereful country should not get lost in a building." But he was but he thought if he walked aropund he could find his way back.

Princess Alria D'Hyru was still waiting for the security assistant so she could speak with Hugo of Centropolis or Lafiël of Cyberutopia. He's taking his time, I'm wondering what happened to the etiquette around here, she said to herself

Getting no reply from anyone inside, Cyrus figured his bride was busy with the preparations.

Well, no point in coming in and mess things up.. I still have a little time, maybe I can go see some of the guests.

Just then, Francis Boulevard caught up with him. "Greetings mylord. Princess Aliria is waiting for you and the countess in her rooms, and we also have Princess Lina and Hugo, from Western Might. They would all like to see you before the wedding. I didn't want to disturb you earlier, Sir."

"I see. Well, I have a little time now, but Lafiël.. oh well, I'm coming. Show the way."

That hadn't got past more than a few of the seemingly endless corridors when they met someone Cyrus thought he recognized.

"Hey, isn't that Hugo?"

Princess Lina sighed along with her two knights and the Nikja for good reason. An Teritoran never disarmed his or herself, always ready to defend themselves or others by the swordpoint if nesseary, it was also an matter of anceint traditon from the beings of the kingdom in 3200 B.C. Aslo as her body guards, the knights would refused to and as for the Nikja, they could likely strip search them and never find all their weapons. But still should be an enjoyable wedding of an good ally.

Hugo puased at hearing his name. the voice was one han't heard in some time and as he turned he caught the face "Cyrus? Why been ages friend." Hugo then walked over, exending his hand to shake Cyrus's. "So Cyrus how have you been?"

((So...what's the schedule for this wedding? I don't really know where to go, because I've never RPed a wedding.))

[You and me both. Well, I'd guess first all the guests assemble for the ceremony. Since its not a church wedding, we just need the official and a couple witnesses (I suggest some of the guests). We'll be doing it in the central hall of the palace, IIRC. Walk up the lane, bows are optional. Ring exchange, and it's pretty much done. Since this is a high point in Centropolis, we'll have TV coverage, plus we'll have to show up for the masses outside on a suitable balcony during cannon salute. Then we'll get back to the after party with all the guests. How's that?]

[back to IC]


"Hugo! I thought it looked like you, and I heard you were coming, but still, it's a surprise to see you."

He shook Hugo's hand while thinking back. It was when he first met Lafïel, not that long back, but it seemed much longer due to all that happened.

"Glad to see you are still live and kicking. It was pretty insane of us, sneaking around in the Ahb mansion with rebels about. Oh man. But what memories they'll be."

His face then quickly changed to a serious look.

"Of course, I'm the lucky one since I got out without a scratch with my bride. Some of us wasn't so fortunate. But hey! It's great to see you. Maybe you'd like to be my witness at the ceremony? We'll still have time to sample a good year bottle before we get to it. Lafiël is like swallowed by the earth. Either she's running out on me, or she doesn't want me to see her before the wedding", he finished with a short laugh.

Hugo thought back to that day, the day of the uprising. The doctors had to replace most of the major organs in his chest at the end of that day. He was now fit a a fiddle and never felt any differece in his body.

"Yep it's hard to keep a warhorse like me down. thaough latly i have seen my fair share of troubles, but lets not talk about that friend." Hugo thought for a moment "And don't worry about Lafiël, it's most likly a mix of pre marrage jitters and not wanting to jinx the wedding by you seeing her before shes ready. Now Cyrus how about that drink, it may calm your own stomach. And then maybe i might remeber how to get back to my rooms."

"Sure, let's go. You'll have to tell me about that those troubles of yours one of these days, though."

Cyrus was thankful for Hugo's support. He did feel a little better now that he had someone to talk to. Amazng what a little social contact could do, sometimes.

"I've lived here for years and years, and I still can't find all the rooms. But I know enough to find my way back eventually", said Cyrus. He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I still have no idea how the staff is doing that. Either they put them in the middle somewhere and let them starve until they can find their way out, or they use some kind of local GPS system. Hey, here we are!"

They got into Cyrus private part of the palace. The first room was a huge meeting room they quickly passed for a smaller, more comfortable room with large divans, couches and chairs strewn about, some of them arranged in a neat couch group with a low table.

Cyrus went over to the wall and moved a painting aside.

"You'd think I keep the royal jewelry here", he grinned to Hugo. "It's just a small bar. Anything I can fix you up with? I think I'll have a Piña Colada myself."

Princess Lina spoke to her companions/guards. "This is almost as bad as Castle Dora but on an much smaller scale and minus likely all the traps, and secret passages. Its an good thing I haven't gotten into my head to wander around looking for someone." The Knights and the Nikja nodded and one of the knights muttered. "What I wouldn't do for an cup of tea or an glass of good wine."

"Just on a scotch on the rocks will do Cyrus. If you don't have ice than I'll just have it plan " As Cyrus fixed the drinks Hugo planted himself in a nearby chair. The room felt nice and roomy but one fact sort of unnerved Hugo, it had no windows.

"Only buildings like this large tend to be skysrcappers in western might. And I try my best to stay away from those." Hugo was glad to get away from the hustle of the Capital, even for a little while. "I am really glade you and Lafiël are getting married, you twp seemed to hit it off well when you met."

There was silence for a moment, then a thought came to Hugo. "Hey Cyrus arn't there other guessed that have arrived?"

[Thanks for giving me an option to weave it together]


"I've got a small ice machine here, coming right up. How about a Johnnie Walker?"

A moment later, Cyrus went over to Hugo with the drinks.

"Here you go. Yeah, sometimes I wonder what I've got myself into, but I can't imagine going back now. She's special.. I remember when I first saw her.. those sad eyes.."

He trailed off for a moment in thoughts, then looked up suddenly.

"Just a sec."

He picked up a phone and pressed the intercom button. "Hey Francis, didn't you say something about a Princess Lina waiting for us? By now, I wonder if she'd gone home, considering how long we've taken. Can you go find her and bring her here? Thanks."

He put it down and looked at Hugo.

"That gives a few minutes for ourselves, I guess."

He sipped his drink, then took a mouthful. "Refreshing. How about you being my witness?"


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Francis went off to find Princess Lina. It took a few minutes, then he opened the door, knocking first.

"Greetings mylady. I was asked to escort you to the Grand Duke, he will see you now if you wish."

Anticipating a question, he continued.

"The Countess is still preparing for the wedding. I'm sure she will talk to you soon. May I show you the way?"

Princess Lina nodded. "Yes you may." The knights and the nikja moved up behind Lina so they could preform their duties if needed to.

Princess Lina nodded. "Yes you may." The knights and the nikja moved up behind Lina so they could preform their duties if needed to.

Hugo took a good drink from his glass, the liquid burning in his stomach. "Ah thats better, damn good year if i may say so." Hugo pauses and thought for a moment. " Cyrus I would glad to be your witness for the wedding"

"Let's drink to that", said Cyrus and raised his glass. With a "tink" they put the glasses together. Cyrus took a good mouthful of his refreshing Piña Colada and licked his lips.

"Ahh, not bad. I was light on the rum though, it is my wedding day, after all. Can't get woosy. Besides, I'm not much of a drinker. Why don't you tell me a bit about Western Might, I've never been there. I only get what's on the news, and that's not much, frankly."

- - - : : : - - -

"This way, your highness. An escort is not needed, but you can bring as many as you like."

Francis waited patiently until the princess had decided who she wanted to bring along, then he followed them out, and started to work his way towards Cyrus' chambers.

Princess Lina followed along with her companions/guards, needed or not they took their duty very seriously.

Hugo chuckles "Well the press hasn't been all that active sinc ethe fall of my father and brothers rule. It has been seven months since that happened. And a little over five since I have become President of Western Might.

"I can't say I'm surprised, first thing I noticed you, I knew you were born a leader. I leave most of the boring work to the parliament, legislation and such. Democracy in its finest hour.."


- - - : : : - - -


After a long walk, Francis arrived at Cyrus' chambers, and pressed the intercom button on the door panel, discretly hidden among the decorations.

"Princess Lina from Teritora with escort", he announced.

- - - : : : - - -


"What are you waiting for, come right in!", replied Cyrus over the intercom, and put the phone back on the table. "Sorry, habit. The place is big, so I use this all the time. Guess I could have settled for shouting."

He put down what was left of his drink, stood up, and looked over his clothes in a last minute check - another habit since long time when expecting foreign or domestic dignitaries.

hugo looked over his own suit, all was check and no drops from his drink had spilt. He then stood himself. "On thing I miss though, about my past militart career, is that the face that most uniforms are more comfortable than these things.

((Yes, that sounds good Centropolis. I still can't decide whether Lafiël should see Cyrus before the weddng at all (cause if it were up to me, she'd like to) or if we should stick to her remaining in her room until the ceremony.))

[Okay then. Well, Cyrus obviously would like to see her, since he already went. You could always talk to the still neglected Princess Alria D'Hyru. Otherwise I'll call her as soon as Teritora gives her entrance. ]

"It's the waiting that gets to me. I'm fine either way, I've worn suits long enough that I don't think of it anymore. Still, just like you I was in the military. We have compulsory military training, and I'm supposed to be an example. So I did. First boot camp - though I'm pretty sure they were a bit lenient on me for obvious reasons. Then ranger training, followed by specialization in the other armed forces. It was quite useful back when we met."

Cyrus quieted although he liked to chat with Hugo. The two had a lot more in common than with most people he met. Any moment now, princess Lina should arrive and he better look presentable.

((Ok, otherwise I'm going to get bored with all this waiting.))

Lafiël was positive Alria was here, and she wanted to talk to her. She had always been curious about the heir to the Everqueen, ever since she had brought Rafiel to her. The Countess' hand lightly turned the doorknob and she stepped quietly into the corridor, taking a moment to look around before walking off towards where the Princess was likely to be.

The Princess watched Lafiël coming out of a door and smiled at her, making an slow and delicate bow to her, as a maiden presenting herself to her Mistress. "I'm happy to meet you again, beautiful bride", she said in a warm, tender voice.

Lafiël blushed at the compliment and bowed much the same as Alria, yet much deeper.

"I'd never have a Princess bow lower than I." She murmured before rising and offering her a warm smile. "I trust you are well?"

Aliria looks a Läfiel bowing "Oh please, maybe I'm a Princess, yet in your wedding day you're a Queen, as any women is. Today you deserve lower bows than any Empress I've met. I'm fine, thank you, although my heart is filled with envy seeing your happiness. May I know the lucky guy who is going to spend his life at your side?", she smiles and approaches Läfiel with her arms open wide, to give the elven Countess a friendly hug.

Princess Lina entered the Cyrus' chambers followed quickly by her excort.

Lafiël returned the embrace and smiled broadly.

"I would never keep it from you that the Grand Duke Cyrus is to be my husband." She said softly.

"Yes, I know that. I just want to meet him, to congratulate him for his excelent luck and taste, and to give to him, and to you, a pair of good luck gifts from our kingdom", said the PPrincess smiling, her presence almost drawing the winds and the scents in a pleasant manner around her.

"Very well, I shall take you to see him." The Countess said kindly, and beckoned for Alira to follow.

((Just wondering, how many people would be interested in taking part in a large, sprawling conspiracy that's been forming in my head for a while? If there aren't to many interested, I guess I won't do it, as it would eventually encompass a lot on my closest allies, like Aelosia and Centropolis and the IDI, and it wouldn't be much of a story if they weren't in, obviously.))

[Hm.. what is it about in general terms? Not giving away too much of the good stuff, of course.]

"Welcome, I'm glad you are here. I'm Cyrus, and you must be Princess Lina, correct? How would you like me to address you?", said Cyrus in a diplomatic fashion, not sure if the anachronistic look of her and her guards also meant they had old-fashioned customs or if it was simply traditional wear for these occasions. It was impossible to tell these days.

He was about to offer his hand when he got a better idea and simply bowed, like in his martial arts training, while not taking his eyes off the princess. In some forms of martial arts, it was considered an insult if you did, and in others, an insult if you didn't, but this wasn't a spar.

Princess Lina smiled and pulled off an flawless bow in her armor as only an Teritoran could do her hand off her sword. "Well, my Proper name is Princess Lina Tor Asha along with 10 minutes worth of titles and such. Just call me Lina. The two knights are Sir Toran and Sir Nunne and the Nikja dressed head to foot in black and who presencce is likely making your guards very nervious is the Lady Hersa."

((To put it very vaugely, SpecOps splinter cell attempts diplomatic coup d'eta, chances are it will succeed, attempted expansion of the nation into Southern Asia. With tons of plot twists and main characters dying.))

((I'm in, as usual :D ))

((I don't know how active I will able to be other than on fridays and the weekends but I am in.))

((I don't know how active I will able to be other than on fridays and the weekends but I am in.))

((Here's the link, I sent a TG too.

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2783889#2783889))

[All right, I'll do what I can. I'll be sending an operative shortly.]

Princess Lina smiled and pulled off an flawless bow in her armor as only an Teritoran could do her hand off her sword. "Well, my Proper name is Princess Lina Tor Asha along with 10 minutes worth of titles and such. Just call me Lina. The two knights are Sir Toran and Sir Nunne and the Nikja dressed head to foot in black and who presencce is likely making your guards very nervious is the Lady Hersa."

"Well met.. Lina", smiled Cyrus, immeidately taking a liking to the unconventional princess. "This is president Hugo of Western Might", he added and made a gesture to the side. "Please come in and have a seat. We still have a little time left. Is there anything I can offer for refreshments?"

Princess Lina spoke. "Do you happen to have any Versi." She refered to an noted sweet Teritoran wine made from an flower.

Hugo have a half nod, half bow to the Princess Lina. "Am honor to meet you Princess.

Lina smiled. "And I to meet you."

"Sorry, that's not part of my collection. I could probably send for some from the cellar. Francis?"

"Yes milord, I am right on it. Is there anything else you wish of me?"

"Well, you can tell Lafiël what I'm doing if you see her. Thanks."

Turning back to Princess Lina and her party, he gestured towards the couch group. "Please, have a seat and we can talk."

Princess Lina nodded and sat down on the couch. The two knights posted themselves by the door and the Nikja moved into the shadows while Lina rolled her eyes at their over protectiveness, after all as the Teritoran manners went, calmly kill the assassin, clean your sword and go back to what you were doing like nothing happened.

Cyrus looked curiously for a moment at the spot where Lady Hersa had disappeared into the shadows, but he brushed it off and went to the couch himself, taking a seat in his favourite chair.

"Well then, I hope the trip went well. You are here for Lafiël's sake mainly, right? I hope to see her before the wedding, but you never know. How do you like it so far?"

Lina spoke. "Good, good. I am looking forward to the wedding."

"Glad to hear it.. so there's nothing in particular you had in mind? Are you going to be Lafiël's witness?", he asked.

Princess Lina spoke. "I do not know, I haven't even seen her yet. If she will let me then yes. It would be my honor and pleasure to do so."

"I see. Well, I can't speak for her.. perhaps it was wrong to call you here. It doesn't look like she's going to see me before the ceremony, so you would have to talk to her yourself.."

"..but wait, I have an idea."

He picked up the phone from the table and called the number to Lafiël's private chambers, already on speed dial.

"Here you go", he said and offered Lina the wireless phone.

((Centropolis, I'm going to control your character a tiny bit.))

Ring ring...ring ring...ring ring...ring ring...ring ring...

When no one answered, Cyrus gave Lina a despondent shrug as she placed the phone down on the hook. A million thoughts raced through his mind. Had she left me? Did something happen to her? He was halfway out of his chair when the door to the room opened and Lafiël walked in with Aliria trailing behind, dressed in a stunning white dress, as delicate as gossamer.

"You called?" She asked coyly with a warm smile.

Princess Lina rose and spoke. "Lafiël, you are looking radiant and ready for your weddding I see."

"Nothing less for Cyrus." She responded, taking a moment to look at her groom warmly.

Lina smiled. "Good, good. You two love birds are most defiently ready to get married. Well this will certainly be more quiet and calm than an Teritoran wedding. No demons or other monsters or some other attempt to disrupt the wedding. I swear Teritoran Royal weddings always have something happen at them, anything else will be an nice change of pace."

Lafiël raised an eyebrow at Lina. "Demons and such, hm? I'll have to see that first hand one day."

The Countess grinned at such a thing as demons crashing a wedding.

'Not unlike what happened in Cyberutopia...' She thought solemnly.

Princess Lina nodded then grined "Maybe you will someday at that. So now, when will we get you two's wedding under way then."

"Soon, very soon, I hope. Looks like this is going to be a small wedding." She observed. "Good."

Princess Lina smirked. "Sometimes small weddings are an good thing, besides fewer guests the love birds have an chance to get alone sooner and start their honeymoon ealier than they would have with an large or huge wedding."

Hugo gave the same half bo hlaf nod as Lafiël and Aliria. "Ah Lafiël it is a honor to see you again after all this time. And the same horor to to Aliria." He then setted himself in the same chair he had been sitting in before, his drink forgotten. "Sorry Lafiël for not keeeping in touch, as i was telling Cyrus here, there have been troubles within Western Might in the past few months."

"I'm.. I'm sorry for not saying anything until now, but.. you never cease to amaze me..", said Cyrus to Lafiël. "You look fantastic.."

He shook his head for a moment to clear his thoughts, then gave up a brilliant, warm smile, as his fears melted away.

"My love. Are you ready?", he said, bowed deeply to her magnificience, and walked up to her, taking her lithe hand, so seemingly fragile but with such hidden strenght, and grasped it tightly in his.

Aliria bowed a little to Hugo, showing him a broad smile, then she did the same to Princess Lina, but her gaze was fixed at Cyrus, the man she came to know, the man who will be married with Läfiel soon.

Lafiël put her hand upon that of Cyrus', and smiled, looking into his eyes.

"Aye, m'lord." She whispered, before leaning in close and adding, "And I'd like to ask you a question later, one that's been upon me for a while."

"Sure", he whispered back and kissed her cheek as they closed in. He straightened up and took a good look at her, as if there was no one else in the room right now, as might just as well have been to him.

So radiant..

He came back to earth reluctantly.

"We don't have much time left. I've picked Hugo as my witness, have you picked any yet? Now would be a good time."

"Sure", he whispered back and kissed her cheek as they closed in. He straightened up and took a good look at her, as if there was no one else in the room right now, as might just as well have been to him.

So radiant..

He came back to earth reluctantly.

"We don't have much time left. I've picked Hugo as my witness, have you picked any yet? Now would be a good time."

"Oh, yes, a witness. Aliria, would you do the honor or being my witness?" She asked her friend, turning to smile at her.

((Achoobump.))

"Oh, Darling, it would be lovely. Yet all I have is this rag I'm wearing. I would be honored, but I need a good outfit to be your witness", said the Princess looking at her dress.

With a short laugh, the Countess said, "Of course, we'll get that 'rag' fixed up right away. Something of mine should fit you."

She went and picked up the intercom phone and dialed the number to the servant's lounge.

"Would someone do me the kindness of retrieving one of my best ceremonial dresses from my quarters?" She asked kindly. "Thank you."

Within a few minutes, a stunning ruby colored dress was brought to Aliria, and the nearest room she could dress in was pointed out for her.

"Oh, this is lovely, Läfiel, I'll be ready in a minute. I'm honored to be your witness and maiden of honor", said Aliria taking the dress and went to change her garments in the room.

An hour later...

"I'm ready now", said the Princess, coming out of the room dressed in the beautiful and charming ruby dress, her makeup changed to match the clothes.

Hugo was down right shocked as Aliria came in wearing that dress. She was in a word the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And his face showed it well with his jaw dropping with his mouth then mouthing the word "wow". He did recover but not fast enough as he wanted to.

"Are you OK?", asked Aliria to Hugo, fixing a strand of her hair behind her right pointy ear. "You look like you were sick or something. Can I do something for you?", she said in her usual soft and melodious voice, placing a velvet gloved hand over Hugo's shoulder.

Lafiël struggled to stifle a giggle at Hugo, opting instead for flashing a knowing grin at Aliria.

Turning to Cyrus again, she said sweetly. "Let's get started, love."

"Are you OK?", asked Aliria to Hugo, fixing a strand of her hair behind her right pointy ear. "You look like you were sick or something. Can I do something for you?", she said in her usual soft and melodious voice, placing a velvet gloved hand over Hugo's shoulder.

Hugo glanced down at Aliria's hand as it touched his shoulder, then back to her. Oh it's nothing I'm fine but thank you for asking." His color came back to his face soon enough but the was thinking God I sound like a duffus

[My ISP has decided to crap out on me again. Though to be fair, it´s not really their fault. I´ll be gone until wednesday, probably. Sigh..]

((Ok, I'll keep this alive 'til then. Be back soon!))

((Live, thread, live!))

Lina chuckled. "This will be most fun. Yes indeed."

[Don't give up just yet ;) How's the rings? I'll try to get back to the other thread ASAP.]

"Lovely", said Cyrus, but his heart wasn't into it. Aliria was beautiful, but there was only one girl for him, especially today..

"Here", he said to Hugo. "You get the rings, friend. Awfully expensive, but I think its worth it. Besides, I'm not too poor."

He laughed shortly at his own comment while handing Hugo the rings - exquisite affairs, imported elven work in white and yellow gold filigree.

"I think we are ready then. Let's go, my love.."

He checked his black tux quickly, then offered Lafiël his arm. The reception was ready.. they would be going down the main, huge stairs in the palace to meet up with the many other guests - newspeople, more foreign dignitaries, Centropolis' politicians and other important people.

The only thing they had to do was walk down slowly and not trip over. Easy for him, but he worried a little about Lafiël's dress.. but he brushed it off. Elven agility was nothing to sneeze at from what he had read, and he would hold her, not to mention that Aliria would cover her back.

Hugo nodded to Cyrus, placing the rings given to him in his coat pocket. He then turned and faced Aliria, offering her and arm. "May I have the horar of escorting you M'Lady?

((Yay, you're back! :D ))

Lafiël took Cyrus' arm and walked beside him, a faint smile playing on her lips. He could hear a light breath of relief from her as they walked.

"It's my honor to be escorted by you, Prince Hugo, you're a charming man, and very brave as I have heard", said Aliria taking his arm and looking him for a moment before switching her eyes to Cyrus and Läfiel as a little tear rolled down her cheek.

I'm waiting for my turn, I hope I could marry soon...How many lovely men like Cyrus are in this world?. Even capable of giving away their lives to protect the woman they love?

((Centropolis, I'm thinking we should just skip ahead from here because honestly, weddings are such a bore unless you're the one getting married. And Aelosia, I thought Aliria was engaged to Thelas' General or something.))

((Heh, Theallas, the former Thelas ruler...Well, he's dead. Aliria killed him because he was a threat to all elvenkind. She's looking for a suitor right now, although she's very sorry about that)).

(Hugo chuckled lightly. "Guess no one told you Aliria that it's president not Prince. I had lost my royalty title when the rule of my father ended. Though the people saw fir to elect me as their President. " he smile softly at her when he saw she was begining to cry. " Why are you sad Aliria?"

[Noddynod. I'll have to cut in a little on the conversation..]

The final moment was here. Hundreds, if not thousands of spectators lined the main hall of the palace, as Cyrus and Lafiël was standing at the foot of the massive stair leading up. The "minister" holding the ceremony was none other than Prime Minister Raphael Hubler. Raphael looked a bit evil in his newly grown goatee, but Cyrus didn't pay attention to him.

The cameras and the attention didn't bother him, having been in the spotlight for many years already. But he felt an unexplainable chill in his stomach from the situation.. getting married, for the first, last and only time of his life. Lafiël gave a new definition of the word "radiant" as she stood beside him in her delicate dress. Almost unreal and fairly-like.

"Do you, Cyrus I Centropolis, born Daufor, Royal Grand Duke and head of state, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife and to love, respect and honor her to the end of your days?"

It was a simple vow, but it sent a thrill through his body nonetheless. He turned to Lafiël and looked her deeply in the eyes, those deep deep eyes that always made him feel like touching an ancient soulmate in spirit every time he looked into them. He held her hands in his as he spoke.

"I take you to be my wife, because I love you and shall always do so", he said slowly and with feeling. It was like a beam of joy from heaven hit him as he said it, having passed the point of no return.

Raphael looked in his book - it was the first wedding he ever held, so he wanted to make sure he got it right - and said,

"You may place the ring on her finger as your token."

Cyrus turned to Hugo to hand them over.

Amazing she can be so cool about it.. and I think I've never seen her happier.. it makes her even more beautiful.

I shall also be in attendance as Ultimate Dictator, First Marshall, King and Supreme Emporer of Johnny Volume

Lafiël smiled delicately as the small, cool ring slid into her finger. It could never represent the love the two shared, no object could do that for her, but it immortalized that moment for her.

The Prime Minister turned slowly to Lafiël. "And do you, Countess Lafiël of Cyberutopia, Heir to the Eternal Elven Lands of Cyberutopia, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband and to love, care for and remain loyal to until the end of your days?"

"I will be your wife, my love, and shall stand by you forever." The Countess responded emotionally.

"Now, you may place your ring on his finger." Said Raphael.

Lafiël nodded to Hugo, and he handed her the beautiful ring, which she slipped onto Cyrus' finger, smiling deeply into his eyes.

Lina spoke to her self as she watched with broad smile on her face. "I wonder if theres going to be an wedding duel afterwards."

ooc: I'll be gone till late sunday, but you can carry on without me if yall want.

((Bump.))

((Yet another bump.))

Lina left briefly to get the wedding gift. She hoped the couple would like it.

ooc: back yall

Hugo was happy for the couple, truely he was. But his mind was only half to the wedding couple. The other half was focused on the beautiful Aliria. The fact was he had fallen for her in the few minutes he'd known her. Not only was she beautiful but she seemed to be very intellagent, somthing he wanted more in a wife than beauty.

What shoked him most was when he glanced down at he hand he saw she had no ring on her finger. Which help pushed up his hopes.

Aliria smiled to Hugo, not sure about what was the man thinking about. She could take the risk of trying to read his mind, yet that was not a very polite action.

Her smile grew when she saw Hugo's eyes directed at her hand, looking for a ring, and the smile that appeared in his lips when he realized that she was still single...

She just turned her head to look at Cyrus and Lafiël, to keep sharing their happiness. After all, this was Lafiel's day...

He turned his head back to the wedding couple. He had seen Aliria's smile and was glad she wasn't angry at him for looking to see if she wore a ring. After the wedding he confinced himself that he would ask for herpermission to court her.

[I'm wondering if I should give up on the other thread. I've missed a good deal of it when I was out and I've been pretty busy as well. Or is there any way I can make a realistic comeback?]

"You may now seal your vows with a kiss."

Cyrus was smiling radiantly now, his nervousness had fled like a shadow for the light as the ceremony came to an end. He leaned forward and embraced her delicate form before they kissed. It was simply beautiful..

"My love", he whispered, but didn't say anything else. He didn't want to pollute this one, perfect moment with words.

But everything has an end, even seemingly eternal moments. The prime minister proclaimed them married, and that was it. Cyrus smiled at his bride and made a gesture forward, while holding her hand. They walked across the long carpet between all the guests while all kinds of eyes and cameras watched them.

"We'll have to go to the balcony now, but we don't have to stay for long. Just show up and wave."

((Well, it turned into a wankfest for a little while, but it's simmered down now. The second day is going to begin soon, the first day was just basic info that's not all that important. So yes, you could make a comeback. Just read the last page or so.))

"Oh, hurrah, I love waving." Lafiël quipped playfully, beaming at her new husband. "Then we have everything to ourselves..."

((Doctor, I've got bump. I've got bump all over my back, bump on my face, the bump has got me, Doc!))

Princess Lina returned with an wrapped package, an wedding gift that would be given when she had an chance to give it. Inside was the sculture of an dragon, made from gold, with dimond claws and ruby eyes. It was an gift from the King himself and she hoped the couple would like it.

Aliria left just for a moment, leaving Läfiel and Cyrus for a couple of minutes, looking for the gifts she had prepared for the occassion...

She returned just several minutes later, holding a pair of boxes, one like a cube of opalescent, dark crystal, and another long and thin wooden box, waiting until they finished to wave at the people saluting their leader and her new bride.

As Hugo saw the people getting their gifts for the bride and groom someing in his mind ckicked. He had forgotten the gifts on the plane!

Taking out a small pocket sized communicator he got ahold of the planed crew and told them to get over there with the gifts.

Once that was done he excused himself politly walking to the front gate muttering. "God how could I be so stupid..."

((Bazumpbumpkarrump.))

((Fires his huge particle cannon into the Earth, creating a ridiculously humongous bump.))

((Why do people keep leaving NS in the middle of my RPs? Why, why, why, why, why?!?!?! :cry: And all the good ones, too... :cry: ))

I'm still here...

((I know, and thank you. But Centropolis left.))

((I know, and thank you. But Centropolis left.))