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Post by Silver Eyes on Jul 5, 2011 0:48:00 GMT -6
"I'm never taking a vacation ever again."
Amoura threw her singed satchel onto the couch and plopped down next to it. If anyone asked, she went through the wrong portal and nearly dropped her belongings into an inferno--no one must know what happened between herself and Validus. No one.
Geez that was a pain in the ass. Still, I could have kicked him to the curb in my sleep.
"It's curb stomp, you idiot." Frustrated and exhausted, she splayed out on the furniture and didn't give two shits if someone were to just walk in on her. Amoura was content being in a room by herself with peace, quiet and only the dots on the ceiling to keep herself entertained.
Forget the forests, forget being away from "civilization" and getting attacked by a thing that kills you! This beats it by a long shot. Amoura frowned at her attempt to reason with herself.
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Post by Sazan on Jul 5, 2011 1:07:04 GMT -6
“The vacation didn’t go as planned I take it?”
Then again when did anything they do go exactly as planned? It was as if the entire universe was against them, just lying in wait for them to come up with their next big brilliant idea so that it could unravel, distort, and shatter it right before their very eyes. Sazan had stepped into the living room with what would only be considered casual wear in a place like Hallowton; a white dress shirt that buttoned up at the front, a pair of black slacks and matching dress shoes alongside the custom made black jacket with gold trims on the sleeves that her father had made years ago before her arrival to Dominion City. Sazan lent up against the wall opposite of the couch and crossed her arms before speaking.
“Would you like anything?” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jul 5, 2011 1:34:37 GMT -6
"No..." Amoura groaned, grabbed the nearest pillow and planted her face into it. Again, no one should know and she already had the perfect story lined up. Lying was something she had developed. Despite her voice being quite muffled, Sazan could hear her perfectly. "Went through the wrong portal and nearly got eaten alive by molten rock and the inhabitants."
She let go of the pillow and it sat on top of her face. "I don't think I can continue taking vacations or at least trying. Something, or things, always manage to find me or I find them." Her fingers curled to display her frustration at this, "So, I'm done. No more vacations. I'll just have days off in this house or a hotel. What could go wrong there?!"
Amoura sat up, "...I'd love a packet if you've got one, please?"
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Post by Sazan on Jul 5, 2011 3:22:36 GMT -6
That was well rehearsed. If it wasn’t for the third eye that naturally came with the Witch Within, which remained at seventy percent of its power at all times with Sazan, she would have bought it easily. But with it she saw right through the violet haired female lies although it made no difference to Sazan. If she didn’t want to talk about what really happened then she didn’t want to talk about it. The important thing was she was alive and able to attend the wedding between herself and Michael. An event she could not wait for.
“Certainly,” came Sazan’s reply. “Michael should still have some left.”
Blood. It was the last thing Sazan enjoyed drinking but to keep her vampire strengths in top condition it was something she had to consume. Sazan could go a very long time without it as her human side could live solely off food but it would greatly weaken her vampire side. Vice versa if she was ever to do the opposite. Sazan entered the kitchen and walked over to the bucket of ice which they kept their blood packs in since refrigerators weren’t a Victorian setting kind of thing. She returned to the living room and tossed the packet over to Amoura.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you since I announced the wedding.”
Sazan paused, making sure she had the Hybrid’s attention before continuing.
“Would you be my Maid of Honor?” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jul 5, 2011 3:33:33 GMT -6
"Much appreciated." Amoura's armor vanished in a puff of black smoke and she sat there comfortably lounging in her "civilian" attire. Knee high, black leather boots, black tights with a simple design in the fabric, shorts, a dark blue open skirt held up by a belt, a dark blue vest and wrist guards. On her arm and stomach was a crimson-shaded tattoo in the likeness of a controlled flame.
Amoura, a little hungry from the trip, bit into the plastic and sucked out the contents rather than dumping them down her gullet. She never was fond of the stale taste that lined it and she'll have to get blood straight from the vein fairly soon. Sparda volunteered in the past so she may have to take him up on that past offer.
"Ask away. I'm all ears." Amoura sat up so as not to make a mess with her snack and waited for her to speak.
“Would you be my Maid of Honor?”
Blood sprayed out of Amoura's mouth and she immediately began coughing the rest that had rushed down her wind pipe. Breathing wasn't essential for life but if she were to talk she needed air. Moments like these made her grateful that she could make blood just come to her body for absorption.
"I...I don't know a thing about being one but I guess I'll accept."
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Post by Sazan on Jul 13, 2011 6:59:57 GMT -6
As expected Amoura was taken completely off guard by her question but when she accepted Sazan could hardly contain her own excitement. She ended up hugging the woman real tightly to express her gratitude.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!”
Sazan pulled away overwhelmed with happiness as a giggle or two slipped out of her mouth. In the moment to pass The Hybrid would quite literally pull a blue bridesmaid dress from out of nowhere and hold it up in front of Amoura.
“I think you will look wonderful in this for the wedding.” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jul 13, 2011 17:05:35 GMT -6
Amoura had started becoming more tolerant of hugs, as long as they are from the people she cared about, so she gently patted her on the back in return. Maid of Honor; how does one go about fulfilling that requirement? She was well aware that they had to help set up the wedding, find necessary items and so on--beyond that it was foreign territory.
But when the dress was pulled out, Amoura did something that Sazan would never expect. The vampire cowered away from it, even hugged a pillow to her chest and stared at it like it was something from a not-so-pleasant dream. Amoura. Hated. Dresses.
"Can't...can't I just wear my armor? I'm sure the wedding might be crashed and it has its own beauty to it. Right?" That won't be enough. Amoura may have no choice but to wear it. |
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Post by Sazan on Jul 15, 2011 9:02:52 GMT -6
Sazan was caught off guard by the way Amoura reacted to the dress. If she was the sort Sazan would have laughed at the comedic factor to her reaction but she didn’t. The Hybrid was still trying to figure out what made her behave in such a matter, could it honestly be, the dress? Irony. Amoura seen the worst of the worst, things that would drive any normal human being pass the brink of insanity yet she cowered at the sight of a dress? Sazan looked the gown over again, it wasn’t that scary was it? Of course not, it was pretty. The kind of thing Sazan would love to wear if she was a bridesmaid.
“Amoura, it’s customary for all the bridesmaid to wear dresses. It’s a tradition. No offense but, you aren’t wearing that crummy old armor to my wedding!” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jul 15, 2011 17:40:08 GMT -6
Amoura whimpered at the prospect of having to wear a dress and what's worse is Sazan was pressing her. After witnessing her abilities in a fight she'd hate to invoke her wrath while she was in this state. The Night Angel was facing one of her few fears and she may have to put up with it for her friend, no, her future sister-in-law. With a defeated sigh, she held out her hand to take the dress. There was no other choice.
"Fine. Do I have to keep it on after the wedding too?"
Blue at least was a nice color on her but she may have to die her hair black for the occasion. No one wants to see a purple haired Maid of Honor.
"Should...I put it on right now...?" |
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Post by Sazan on Jul 17, 2011 10:55:48 GMT -6
This was truly a groundbreaking moment in their relationship. One year ago neither Sazan nor Amoura would have thought that The Night Angel would be cowering in fear over The Hybrid, even if it was something as trivial as wearing a dress. Yet here they were, the roles having been reversed since the first day they met. If it wasn’t so ridiculous maybe Sazan would have actually realized how far she has came along from the days of Dominion.
“You only have to wear it until after the reception then you can take it off.”
Sazan smiled when Amoura asked if she should put it on now as that was exactly what The Hybrid has been hoping for.
“I would like for you to try it on now actually.”
Without further ado Sazan held the dress up for Amoura to take. |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jul 19, 2011 10:55:35 GMT -6
Amoura bit her lip, took the dress but held it out at arm's length to observe it up close...from a safe distance. She had a look that said, "Do I really have to? It's a dress for goodness' sake!" but again, no choice in the matter; it was Sazan's wedding and what she said goes. The Night Angel bowed her head and walked off to the restroom, slamming the door behind her.
Okay, it's just a dress. It's. Just. A. Dress. What harm could it do other than attract unwanted attention, show off too much skin, accentuate her curves. This thing was already pure evil! But what's worse: Sazan going bridezilla or wearing this thing? Zip! Amoura quickly got out of her clothes, slipped it on, zipped it up, opened the door and stormed out. If there was ever a time to laugh at her, it would be now.
Amoura looked like she was ready to rip off someone's head for this. Violet locks were straying in different directions, her posture slumped--yeah, she wasn't happy about this at all and she didn't bother looking in the mirror.
"Does it fit...?" |
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Post by Sparda on Jul 19, 2011 14:05:04 GMT -6
"Quite nicely, as a matter of fact."
Though seemingly disembodied at first, this voice was soon joined in the room by its owner. Stepping casually out of the darkness came Sparda, garbed quite casually for his usual standards; his monocle was left in the breast pocket of his waistcoat, which itself hung unbuttoned, and his coat had been left upstairs in his room. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, and there were no gloves upon his hands.
"And I must say, it looks very elegant upon you, Amoura." Smiling warmly, though obviously enjoying the thought that the Night Angel wouldn't like his presence in the slightest while she was dressed so, Sparda stepped further into the room, greeting Sazan with an equally amicable smile. "Looks like the wedding preparations are well underway." |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Jul 19, 2011 20:28:38 GMT -6
Was it getting hot in the room? No, it was just Amoura and the fact her arms were wreathed in flames. Sparda saw her in a dress. Sparda saw her in a dress. Sparda saw her in a dress. Sparda. Saw. Her. In. A. Mother. Fucking. Dress. What's worse is he dared to comment on how nice it looked on her and that didn't help alleviate the situation one bit. With a loud scream, Amoura started flailing.
"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!GET OUT!GET OUT!GET OUT!"
To make sure he heeded her words, she grabbed him, turned him from Sazan and immediately started pushing him towards the door. Who'd a thought she could summon up so much strength at a time like this? The poor Night Angel's face was tomato red and she had no intention of letting the Legend remain in this room.
"OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT!"
SLAM! Amoura shut the door, braced herself against it, panted heavily, looked at Sazan, then immediately regained composure by brushing her hair back.
"...I'm fine." |
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Post by Sazan on Aug 8, 2011 0:38:25 GMT -6
The second Amoura came out of the restroom wearing that dress Sazan clapped her hand together and released a loud squeal in reply.
“You look so adorable!”
Before Sazan could do or say anything else Sparda joined the conversation and caused Amoura to begin her transformation into the Human Torch before forcing Sparda out of the room.
“Come on, Amoura!”
Sazan grabbed her and brought her to the nearest mirror in the room so she could look at herself in the mirror.
“Don’t you see how beautiful you look? And we can get you used to people seeing you before the wedding because I mean a lot of people are going to see you; Sparda, your brother, all our old friends, Miracle, Solomon, Michael’s friends, my friends, the mayor….” |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Aug 8, 2011 1:03:51 GMT -6
"Really, I don't think—" Sazan dragged Amoura away to a mirror against her will and she couldn't bring herself to look. What horror will await in her reflection? Is it bad that she'd prefer nightmares over being in a dress and seeing herself in it? Amoura braced herself and forced one of her eyes open to face the monstrosity. Wait...
The Night Angel's other eye gradually opened when she realized that, in all seriousness, she didn't look bad at all. It was actually easy on her eyes. It was shocking, to say the least; this was probably the fifth time in her physical existence that she could stomach wearing a dress. Getting in touch with her feminine side wasn't something she strived to do. She felt a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth until she heard who would see her in this.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
Cue the blushing. Amoura leaped up through the ceiling into her room, locked the door —Oh, yeah; what good will that do, genius?—and she quickly took it off like it was the source of a disease. She at least had the decency to put it back on the hanger and let it hang from the small rack she had that consisted of her entire wardrobe: plain T-shirts, plain pants or jeans and not a single fucking dress until now. She never noticed how bland her attire was when not wearing her armor until now.
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