A Very Nexus Reception
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smartass_captainTo 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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Date: 2020-01-19 03:37 pm (UTC)Blaze pulls her own Sparrow up at the other end of the field, on the other side of the wooden divider. Her bike's a bit more solid-looking than the one Dia rides, and to compensate she's changed into an older, lighter set of her armor, wearing just the chestpiece, gauntlets and helm, and detaching the right shoulder guard.
The Titan doesn't seem nervous, perhaps because she's not taking this too seriously. Her face is hidden behind her faceplate, much like Dia's, but the Exo lifts her lance in a jaunty salute to the waiting assassin. She has to keep a steady hand on her bike when she does: this balancing act is a harder than it looks. The Titan has strength on her side: it's easier for her to handle the length of wood she's wielding. Aim and precision are more like to be her problem.
And easy-going fun or not, the most laid-back Guardian in existence has a competitive streak. Once the trumpet sounds for them to get ready, Blaze settles down, adjusting the weight of the lance in her arm and focusing on her opponent. When the starting banner falls, she's riding to win.
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Date: 2020-01-20 08:04 am (UTC)However, once she's got it down, it's easy enough.
Dia mimics the salute with her lance, waiting for the trumpet sounds she kicks it into high gear.
She may not have Blaze's size or strength, but Dia's certainly smaller than Blaze, and will likely be much more difficult to hit.
She's riding to win this. An Assassin she may be. Dia's certainly trying to find a more... balanced lifestyle, rather than a Dark one.
But there's something to be said about winning.
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Date: 2020-02-09 07:25 pm (UTC)The top-heavy Exo sways in her seat, but she's still on the Sparrow as she swings it to a halt with a cheerful whoop, engine rumbling. The squires are already hurrying to see if Dia needs any help and replace any damaged gear.
"You okay there, Dia?" she yells over, craning her head over the barrier toward her opponent. The Titan tosses her broken lance on the ground and rubs at her dented collar. Over to the side Ghost is doing a mid-air twirl in celebration for his Guardian. "Ready for another round?"
Another round, now that the assassin knows much better how she moves...