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smartass_captain) wrote2019-12-07 04:26 pm
smartass_captain) wrote2019-12-07 04:26 pm
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A Very Nexus Reception
To all the friends of the happy grooms, PINpoint messages have already been sent weeks ago inviting them to expect quite the street party arranged in the commons of the Nexus. Guests have been invited to bring an appetite--both for food and for a social adventure. Nirnish weddings are public affairs, after all. While the ceremony has had to be somewhat sequestered for the sake of keeping the existence of Other Worlds a secret, neither Felix nor Jim would want to leave out their interdimensional friends entirely. Having a reception party arranged in the Nexus became the natural plan of action.
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
Greetings
Food and Drink
Music and Dancing
Bonfire Entertainment
Party Games
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
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Even with descriptions of Jim's Nexus friends somewhat fresh in his mind neither Runa or Harrowheart are going to look anything like the people that have been described to him right now. Unlike Runa's bubbly demeanor, her opponent stifles his nerves by squaring his shoulders and staring down his foe from behind his protective helm. This is all supposed to be just for fun, but Hikaru is definitely feeling a bit of better judgement trying to urge him to throw in the towel before he has to face a charging knight and her hulking humanoid wold mount.
"Best of luck." He calls out to them both with a steady voice he doesn't exactly feel.
Sulu's had control of the ship through worse, probably. This shouldn't be actually life threatening! It'll be fine. He hates Jim Kirk just a little bit in this moment. It feels like both no time at all and eons before they're urged to opposite ends of the field. Sulu shifts his lance a couple of times while they're waiting to try and ease his nerves.
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"Oh! You too!" She calls back, just about managing to keep herself from falling into a bout of nervous giggling.
"Come on, let's do this," she whispers eagerly to Harrowheart.
Those few moments as she readies her lance, waiting for the signal to go feel like they take an eternity. Then, in a sudden twist, the signal sounds and they're charging and everything feels like it's done in a flash. She's used to the strange loping of the worgen beneath her, and the heavy weight of the lance, but it still takes all her focus, all her concentration. Her posture, her balance, her aim. Her aim. She's got to aim...
And then she's on the other side, and her opponent isn't racing towards her anymore. And she's still on Harrowheart. Was it really so quick? Is she really ok? She looks over herself, and then Harrowheart, and then around to Sulu in a daze.
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"Did we win?"
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Her lance connects with his chest before he's even remembered what they're doing. His own bounces harmlessly off of Runa and flies out of his hands for how unprepared he was for contact. He's on the ground rolling to his side and gasping for air as it's knocked from his lungs while Jim's bike cuts off and fishtails in the grass before coming to a stop.
This? This is almost preferable. Shock and a bit of pain are at least known companions to a man who has never faced down actual monsters before. He's safe here, curled up on his side and reminding himself how to breathe. Safe...but not finished. Reason only filters back in after everything is said and done. He could have--should have-- done better there. Has to do this at lease once more, even.
The knights' squires are quick to go and make sure everyone's alright. Although Runa might find them calling to her from a bit of a distance. They're well within pouncing distance yet but they feel a bit safer not getting Too close to the giant worgen she's riding. Sulu pushes himself to his feet before anyone has to help him up. His pride's bruised enough after freezing up like some new cadet still in their Academy Reds.
"Fine, I...I'm fine. Where's my lance?" He just needs to gather everything up again before he'll wave off toward where Runa's at. Not throwing in the towel just yet.