Well, by this time the early adopters of the wedding feature should be tying the knot. The stories there are wonderfully written but I think this is a great moment in our characters’ lives so a little delicious retelling of the grand event won’t hurt :)
There’s just one simple rule: Use items in your character’s and your character’s beloved’s inventories, wedding organization, ambitions and stories. I wanted Pyro’s bride to arrive at St. Dustain’s in an Ubergoat-drawn carriage but that would be a bit unfair, yes?
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adriane_delfine graced the waiting church in her lovely crimson Parabola Linen gown. Beneath her veil lies an elegant set of eyes that pierces the hearts of even the toughest of villains. A Starveling Stole rustles ever so strongly upon her shoulders but an imperceptibly fast jab put the accessory fashionably into place.
Behind her are two Costmongers who are spreading both mushrooms and cheers. An Assistant stands guard on her right, who is crying unBurly tears. To her left is her Aunt who is rather longingly looking at the young man near the altar. His Thirsty Bombazine suit seems to eat the light off the beautiful church while his presence seems to emit a rather soothing apocyanic glow.
“So that’s the lucky bas-“ the excited Aunt was cut short by a friendly elbow from the bride although she winced from the effort, a wince that did not escape the groom’s Watchful gaze.
“Slight paralysis and tenderness in the limb… dearest have you been capturing spider-councils again?” Pyrodinium uttered silently.
Although his breath is taken away by the lovely Venom-ruby, the hunter knew that his beloved is indeed slightly ill. How many times did he visited her after shopping in the Flit only to find out that she’s in bed again? (not that he’s complaining, a bed can also be used for honey-dreams as much as bandages and soup). Both loved each other so much that no Wounds, Scandal or Suspicion would stop them from beating the Nightmarish wedding plans together.
The thunderous sounds of a hundred revolutionary bombs and Ratting Pieces rang in the air as the two lovers exchanged rings and Stolen Kisses under the blessings of Father Norton. The priest did not wish to step on St. Dustan’s again, but the groom has finally ‘persuaded’ him to officiate after repeated head-bashing to a stone urn.
A number of one-eyed dock workers and Revolutionaries started crying as they will surely miss one of their own even though the groom assured them during their last hurrah that the ‘missus’ will allow him to have fun with his salty friends and her with her explosive compatriots. Even Feducci, who offered to become a godfather for his members’ future Dangerous progeny, had a damp spot on his bandaged face. A Benthic deviless chuckled mischievously, reminded by her craftily arranged blind date where two Correspondence scholars set each other’s hair and hearts on fire. Only the Wilmot’s End’s spies appear to be more confused than moved. An Affable Spy is still desperately trying to tell them that the wedding invites are indeed just wedding invites.
“Dear heart?” the bride said as she took another glass of Airag from a Villain who’s still puzzled why he’s Used as a butler.
“Yes my love?” the groom said, while idly monitoring the somewhat uninhibited Tiger Keeper.
“Let’s elope” the bride gave a devilish grin while eyeing a rather conveniently placed Shuttered window.
“Just like at Leadbeater’s” the groom smiled. “Well, let’s just wait for a distraction.”
Across the room a rather drunk soldier has Regretfully swung at the bride’s benefactor, conveniently spilling a box of knuckledusters on the ballroom floor. The guests grinned; the couple warned them that this is a “fists only” affair but they’re pretty sure those shiny things count as Brass jewelry that should be enthusiastically shown on another person’s jaw. Now that the alcohol and rats have ran out, the dance can get started.
“There!” the groom exclaimed as he swept his lover off her feet “Let’s fly my love!”
A crimson comet was seen darting from a window, up the roofs and into the Flit that day. In its wake lies the Shuttered Palace which was awash with noise, lights and blood. An Implacable Detective was unable to spot the newlyweds during that time since she was busy rallying the invited Constables and the Palace guards to pacify the guests that time. The Urchins speak of an ominous cloud with a red tail moving at unholy speeds towards the zee. It did not harm them but they felt that it stole the very Shrieks from their throats as it passed them by…[li]