WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING && open, wedding

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 350px;][justify][font=arial]/ I really want Lucidnightmares to bust in here like " I MADE THAT DRESS EVERYONE I LIVE IN BLOODCLAN I TAKE PAYMENT IN FOOD K BYE" "

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]He had never been to a wedding before, nor had been a bridesmaid. It was bound to be an interesting experience. So to accommodate better as a bridesmaid, he had somehow managed to bust into a pretty female african painted dog. It had taken hours to complete, but he had finally succeeded, and after another two hours of coming up with enough nerve to ask another female friend for help "femaling-up", he was ready. Or she?

She had a pearl necklace strung at her neck, and a simple daisy flowercrown rested on her agile head. The dress Avenue had assigned the bridesmaids to wear had been squeezed on, and she was quite flustered with how good she looked. Since she was sure she would never return to this form again, she enjoyed every second.

Lingering aimlessly (sure, she was a bridesmaid, but she was still a clueless guy, and thus it wouldn't be proper for her to clog up the room Avenue was getting ready in if she couldn't even help with anything), she figured it'd be good to seek out Soul sometime before the service started. The male was bound to be stressed, and Hotline was curious to see how he was faring. Not like she cared. But if Soul was getting cold feet, Hotline wanted to be there to witness it.

"Soul?" She called, wondering if he was nearby. The sound of her voice had risen to a higher octave, lost it's gruffish grunting quality, and had a "fruitier" tone to it, but was otherwise the same.

"Can I help you?" Soul looked the exact same. He hadn't changed one thing yet. Or gotten ready. He had a bowtie though. Good job Soul. Also, he had that one shirt he had on. The one with the white lace. Good on him for trying.

Also, the wings hovering behind his back where back to their collar form. Because hell, who wanted their inner demon to be showing during a wedding? Icy blue optics narrowed, he'd tilt his head. [color=#ebe1e9]"...Who are you? Oh wait, let me guess...Hotline.? He'd snort softly. Hotline was 3% more tolerable like this.

He'd turn his gaze, flicking his tail. He wondered how Avenue was doing. The markings on his face would glow dimly.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]As he appeared, she let out a little puff, cupping her lips in the process. "Don't laugh at me. I'm only doing this for Avenue." Her tailtip twitched behind her in an agitated manner. He actually looked decent. That shirt weirded her out, of course, but it was a shirt. That was good enough.

Raising a paw, she smoothed out the fur on her chest. Becoming female seemed to have made her a tad more vain about maintaining her appearance. Hotline couldn't look ruffled and disorderly at a wedding, could she?

Noticing how he glanced away, she would lean forward and attempt to lightly smack the side of his face. It would be playful, though, seeing as it was only meant to snatch at his attention.

"So," She drawled. "getting cold feet yet?" Seemed like a good question to say right off the bat.

He'd actually not respond to the smack for a bit, before turning his gaze back, rolling his eyes. (The only sign this douchebag was going to give that he felt the smack.) [color=#ebe1e9]"Sorry girly, way to easy right now. And no, no i'm not. It's like a contact for a f#cking sexy as hell girl, who's open 24/7 may I add." He'd smirk, adusting his bowtie. Soul was being merciful, since it was thewedding after all.

he'd totally forgotten about the children by now
he didn't even know here they where

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Meanwhile, Seafoam was disguised as a bird, who smelled strongly of the salty sea beneath; flying up high, the seagull flapped its wings and did other bird shit. Like, yeah, shitting.

His parents were getting married? Gross. Every girl that he dated when he was older, he would freaking leave a note on their front door, saying. Sorry lady. I'm dumping your ugly ass. Bye! - From Ciel, your ex-guy-friend. But for now, Ciel would try to be the best angel of a boy he could be, for Avenue's sake.

[fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Her eyes would widen, and she hastily glanced around them before aiming to punch him in the shoulder. Hey, she had to keep him appropriate, after all. "What do you think you're saying? And so loudly!" She hissed, a little disgruntled herself by his words. "At least keep your disgusting opinions shut until after!" Hunching her skinny shoulders, she scowled. Avenue sure was crazy for choosing this guy.

"Just shut up. Bye." With that, she turned and hurried away towards the chairs so she could look them over and tidy them as needed. Hotline couldn't stand another minute of his pretentious attitude.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 450px;][justify][size=10]Barnes was hidden some way aways in the vegetation. His scent completely masked, and the shepard-mix was also extremely well-hidden. He'd wait for Seafoam's motion, though for now not a sound made its way from his mouth. Crouched to where his stomach brushed the soil. This would definitely be some sort of wedding... alright.

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[color=#ebe1e9]"...Yeah," he'd shrug, stopping the punch with his wing, laughing as she padded off. That was adorable. And speaking of which, there was a child. His child. Soul would aim to rub a paw over Ciels head. 'Ey kiddo!' was all he'd say for now.

Something felt off. The blackblood was definately alert.

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Torch had no powers. He was just sort of a tag along. He'd sit on one of the tree's, doing a pretty good job at keeping his balence as he watched. He still smelled like a loner, so at least he wouldn't raise any alarms.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 350px;][justify][font=arial]The girl look down at her pregnant belly, snorting a faint bit as she possessed her Lynx form and made her way over. She'd be dipping in for the vows, giving a speech on how much she "loved" them as a couple, and dipped out. She was already wearing a dress for her mothers sake, I'm exactly the colour she wanted. The demigirl looked fine, actually, less like a man than before ( but she still looked like a man in a dress )

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 445px; margin-top: -8px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color: #d50000]Well, the poor fucker wasn't here as he wasn't participating due to having to give out medical aid if needed, yet during a tracking post, he was watching out with his super sense to see how will this wedding would turn from heavenly-like then straight to hell afterwards. Oh, was he looking forward to see this glorious shit.

What the fuck was Dally supposed to do, having no powers that would aid him and no fucking tact. Hm. He perched in a tree somewhere, just lounging around and looking from far away at the shapes of the wedding.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt]hockey had come along to watch the wedding, seeing as it was his not-mother getting married. he had even spruced up by 5%; he was wearing a bow tie and some kind of top hat. good job.