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Nice day for a White Wedding (DM for Invite)

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Nice day for a White Wedding (DM for Invite)

Post by Humanity on August 29th 2017, 7:41 pm

It was a beautiful day outside as the world was preparing to receive another illustrious sunrise. Today was a very important day, one that would be spent in celebration and sin. The perfect day to be sure, and a night to celebrate like none other. For you see, tonight was the wedding of a most prestigious woman, a woman known far and wide throughout the world. The Princess of Wales. It was a ravishing moment in history being made today, and it was all to be made at Westminster Abbey. There were only so many people throughout the world who were invited to such events, and it was only the most prestigious the would be in attendance.

The invitations had been sent out across the world, personal friends and royal families invited to see this union come to light. Royal weddings were the things that little girls dreamed of growing up, and attractive matter of state for the United Kingdom. There had been a congregation amongst the world that the elite were in a sense of danger, though many trusted in the royal guard and the state's ability to represent and defend in this matter.

"This has to be perfect..." A familiar whispered as a hand found it's way to his head, stroking it a bit as he looked over the set up through binoculars, disguised as nothing more than adoring fan in a beanie.

"Dude, you drug me to England to watch a wedding?" Ashtyn asked as he looked off to the distance where the abbey stood proud. He wasn't sure why it looked like it was proud, but then again it was probably because everything in this country was proud, patriotic and as snobbish as Bliss. In fact there was talk that Bliss was going to be adopted into the royal family because her demeanor fit the bill.

"No, I drug you here to help with security. There's a guest of importance to our contact, Rochelle Takeiro. She's to know absolutely NOTHING of your existence. Our contact made it quite clear that she's to have no idea she's being monitored. Apparently she acts differently if she knows she's being watched. It makes her look on edge and we'll lose any chance of catching the conspirators." He said, though he wasn't making too much sense from what he had told Ashtyn. The young man made a slight sigh as he pushed the binoculars into Ashtyn's chest, the hand still stroking the dog's head. The petting stopped and the person was already darting off.

"W-wait. Conspirators? Dude what in the Hell did you get us into!!!!" Ashtyn yelled, though the dog merely barked and took off, the black and brown mixture of fur with some silver streaks as the dark German Shepheard took off after the man.

"John, we clear?" Ash asked into his Bluetooth
"Affirmative, Carl." The voice of Citizen Zero replied.

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The German Shepherd would continue to follow in tow as the young man reached to his phone and spoke.

"Hiro here." He said with a slightly higher pitch and a jovial tone.

"LUCIUS ALBA! LUCIUS-FUCKING-ALBA! Are you crazy!? Did you even look at this guest registry!?" Ashtyn's voice came across loudly, the dog growled a little at the harsh tone that was given off. Matt simply rolled his eyes.

"Low-key, Princess of Wales is meta. She'd be a key to smoothing tensions between two species because of how people perceive her and how she really is." Matthew stated as he looked over and covered his notes one more time. "Eyes open for Rise operatives. I'm meeting up with my contact now. Hiro out."

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Post by Samael Christensen on August 29th 2017, 9:41 pm

Royal weddings were never something Samael expected to be part of, and yet here he was. Despite his unofficial status as a prince, few humans would ever consider him one and that made any real  place within such processions as nigh impossible. Which made receiving the call about having a place within protecting a princess from supernatural threats almost odd. Perhaps it had something to do with him not being a criminal within that country or someone with some sense on their heads was thinking for once. Regardless he was expected to dress up a little, even if that wasn’t what he really wanted. Glaring down at his tie, Samael gave it a few more tugs to make sure the knot had been done right. It was not often he wore a suit, let alone a tie that was not clip on.

His three piece Armani suit feeling a little odd compared to jeans and shirts, let alone the lack of leather there. Razeth and Emilia had been unkind enough to gang up on him, and force such a formal style upon him. Luckily glasses were something that remained, minor glamour rune making it impossible to see through the side, and perhaps peek upon something no one was meant to see. Glamour runes also had the plus of allowing him to carry weapons without them being seen. A pistils hidden in his coat, a short sword strapped to his leg and a few daggers hidden along his back in ways that could easily be removed should he feel so inclined. ”This needs to go without a hitch. So just do your job and you’ll get paid. That’s it.” One of the princesses guards said with a glare at him, an older man that likely never knew a smile within his life.

”Of course.” Samael said with a clipped tone, giving a few nods as if to make sure they knew he understood. ”if you don’t mind my asking, what exactly am I supposed to be looking for. Might help if I knew.”

”Just look for anything that falls under the supernatural umbrella. Don’t screw this up.” A harsh tone within his voice, but one that fit with this personality. All he did was nod, looking over a copy of the gust list to see if any of the names rang true or if  any of them reminded him of something. There was no doubt there was scrutiny for people in his line of work, though he had a feeling that he was dealing with someone that was mired within that community. True sight did help in seeing through glamours, Letting his mind tick over the checklist he typically made for himself, Samael would make sure he kept himself by his ward at all time.

That ward just happening to be a princess.

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Post by Red on August 30th 2017, 3:37 am

I'm not one to accept invitations these days. When you're me, there's always someone plotting to take your head off in some unpleasant fashion. It's not that I'm scared of such attempts, on the contrary, i find them quite entertaining, but you see, I'm a busy man. I can't humor every upstart that wants to try their hand taking down the world's biggest scapegoat. At least, not anymore.

Lucius' eyes scanned the crowd through tinted limo windows. He held a codex in his hand, his newest one. He wasn't speaking however, that wasn't necessary. The metal sphere simply recorded his thoughts, ideas, and anything else of note he decided to toss in. A hyper advanced tape recorder, if you will.

So, why accept this one? The only thing that separates this invitation from the next is that the person who sent it has a shiny hat, you may argue. Although i would agree in most cases, there is more to this then meets the eye. This monarch happens to be a metahuman. Why does that matter? Because I am in desperate need of legitimacy. Despite all that Rise has done and all the progress Belarus has made, we are still just the terrorist group that swindled a country from it's dictators.

The limo eventually stopped, the crowd clamoring around it to see who was about to arrive. It could have been anyone, but when the four Peacekeeper's stepped out, followed soon by Captain Victus, there was no doubt who it was. Most people backed off at the site of the armored juggernauts, others snapped more pictures, and the truly crazy ones pressed forward. Of course, the Peacekeepers were only there to ensure Alba had a path to walk through....

There is only so long i can use fear, physical power, and technology to push the cause. Soon enough, those outside the minority of metahumans that already support Rise will have to be swayed. The crown is an excellent starting point. Not only would securing an alliance with them show meta unity, but it would also show the international community there is no shame in recognising us.

There was a time when we could stay in the shadows, biding our time. But now, as dawn approaches, we must Rise, and step into the light......


Victus opened Lucius' door, and the dictator stepped out, dressed as impeccable as ever. The sun kissed his pale skin, and he could only squint as his eyes adjusted from the darkness of the limo. The Peacekeeper's gave those that were getting too close the occasional push, but other then that, they remained disciplined as Lucius Alba made his way into the center of this event. The Rise Head tapped his earpiece as he walked, his shoes tapping against the cobblestone.

"Make sure everyone has an open line of communication at all times, Sven. I don't care how much Game of Thrones you need to catch up on. And Daniel........ Be certain the threat is more then a fat guy shouting obscenities before you take me to Egypt this time, ok?" Lucius said, walking as a group with his guards. The man hadn't made such a public appearance since after Canada. He just hoped it was worth it.

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Post by Chellizard on September 6th 2017, 2:28 am

Streets were filled for miles, people standing, filling the sidewalks to the brim, and flooding over into the left and right lanes of the already narrow roads winding through London. Police on horseback would ride up and down to corral the crowds, making sure no one was harmed as vehicle after vehicle made their way toward Westminster Abbey, dropping off the very important people attending a very important wedding.

Cameras, news reporters, and journalists were all positioned at the main steps to the gorgeous church. They all would shove their microphones and cameras at any person of interest that came up the steps. Of course, those with their own security detail would have no way to be questioned, unless they wanted to.

Sitting comfortably in the back of an inky black limousine was a woman of regal lineage, be it a secret one that wasn't particularly recognized by the entire world. She was relaxed, her body posed perfectly with her right leg up and hooked over her left. She had three notes in her hands, wringing them together. The paper would whine and almost tear as she applied pressure, making the texture more alike to tissue with each twist she applied.

A hand pressed over the worried pair and it stirred the Queen out of her thoughts.

"Madame?" The meek voice of Anna Daniels would rip Chelle from her worried mood as a soft smile played over crimson painted lips.

"I'm fine, love." Relaxing with a soft sigh passing through her, Chelle would lift her right hand and gently tuck a bit of loose hair out of Anna's face.

"It's not every day we witness a royal wedding." Anna said, blushing at the kind gesture of Chelle fixing her hair.

"No, no we do not. I'm glad I get to live for this one. Would have loved to be alive for Tyuki's marriage... but that dumb girl keeps dumping boys left and right, and of course some of them keep dying... I'm glad you found happiness before Cilian was taken from us, Anna." moving her arm around of Anna, Chelle would pull the girl close to her, hugging her into her side. Chelle kissed the top of her head and smiled, nuzzling into her companion lovingly.

"M-me too, madame." Anna was always a shy girl, but of course she was acting particularly shy today. Chelle over looked it and simply turned toward the window to watch through the tinted glass. She saw so many unfamiliar faces, and it made her a little nervous. But, why? She was an untouchable woman in more ways than one.

As her car pulled up to the steps leading up to Westminster Abbey, Chelle would place the three little notes into her smaller clutch bag connected to a sleek golden chain. She would step out of the car, the brighter outdoors making her squint a bit. The sun would kiss her olive toned skin. She wore a long, split skirt dress in a deep teal color. The bodice was a nude sheer with gorgeous lace patterns riddled across her skin. It looked as if she were only wearing lace to cover the front half of her body, the back having a bit more coverage. The dress had lace sleeves, and it was beautiful.

Long legs carried her forward, Anna in tow as the two of them were escorted by security that was already present at the wedding. Two big men would walk on either side of Chelle, making sure to shield her if anyone was acting suspicious. She was, after all, a big name in the trade business and one of the biggest reasons large textiles were being imported to many of the major countries in trade together.

"Miss Takeiro! Miss Takeiro!" a young, bright eyed journalist was excitedly shoving passed a few of the other reporters, calling for Chelle. As she turned to greet the girl, one of the security guards moved into her line of sight.

Clearing her throat, she tapped the man on the shoulder, seeing as she stood just an inch taller than him due to her heeled shoes.

"Let the girl speak, my good sir." smiling, Chelle would share a few words with the journalist and even allow the girl to take her autograph and a recorded message for her paper.

But, of course, if Chelle stopped to do this with everyone, she would hold up whoever was coming in behind of her. Giving smiles and waves to everyone else, she finally made her way inside. Being greeted by only family from both sides of the wedding goers, and then a hand selected few to be VIP guests were inside of the church. The beautiful stained glass windows wound send an array of colors cascading over the amazingly decorated pews. Large flower arrangements with hints of pink, purples, and and whites would make a dazzling accent. Literal diamonds and other jewels were center pieces for most of the bouquets.

Clearing her throat, Chelle would mingle into the crowd and make her presence known, her good mood not turning sour. She hadn't seen anyone that she had a major distaste for... yet.

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Malus had gotten an odd phone call with instructions to take a plane to London and wait in a hotel room. Normally he would ignore it, except the voice was oddly familiar and he knew for a fact that it meant he could either a: find out how to get the family gem back from that rascally feline, or b:
find out who had killed him eight months ago and locked him in a box.

Either way, he had made his trip to London with little to no trouble, his passport up to date, and no marks on his record. Not to mention his history as a police officer for Tokyo, Japan. He had retired early from the force to travel to America in hopes of pursuing the American lifestyle. Of course he had ran into a boy, and everything else was history. Lucky for him, he and Pat were on a bit of a break, or... something? It was hard to tell, but Malus still felt a growing fondness for the man.

Sighing softly, he would pace back and forth in the room, waiting on whoever was suppose to be meeting him. He had been given instructions to go to room 309 and wait to be greeted by a man and a dog. But, why a dog?

Malus would have to wait and find out, of course.

Sitting down, he would leave his coat jacket slung over the bed, laid out neatly, his feet bare. He had his socks neatly folded on the bed, and his shoes laid out on the floor, waiting to be put on appropriately. All he wore was a pair of slacks and his button down. His slacks were black, his button down a deep crimson.

Sitting in the chair, he would slouch a bit and flick through the channels on the television, getting mostly news reports about the wedding going on at Westminster Abbey. He was slightly jealous he wasn't invited. It would have been fun to go and meet some royalty. Part of him thought about ditching meeting his contact and going there for fun instead.

But, he had a hunch of who this might be, so he stayed and watched the news, flipping the channel just before he caught a glimpse of someone familiar on the screen.

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Re: Nice day for a White Wedding (DM for Invite)

Post by Humanity on September 19th 2017, 6:16 pm

Matthew had quickly made his way to his contact, sure to be as enigmatic as possible. He had a few moments to call upon a few other "friends" of his to make sure they were all behaving themselves. By that he, of course, means that he called Lukas to make sure that he managed to stay away from alcohol long enough to make sure everything was clear. He could imagine Luke laughing a little and following it up with a Fuck you Matt! but it wasn't anything to be offended by. Matthew opened the door and looked to Malus with a smirk, nodding as he cleared his throat and straightened himself up.

"Alright, glad you made it. C'mon. We got a royal wedding to attend." Matt said without delay. He didn't even really give Malus a chance to be shocked at the fact that Matt was the 'contact' that was pulling strings in this event. "Oh please don't look so surprised." He said, slightly sarcastic as he ushered Malus to hurry up. He knew Malus probably had a thousand questions, but for now all he needed to know was that he needed to hurry the Hell up. Immediately there was the German Shepherd that began to whine a little as it saw Malus, quickly turning tail and walking away. Matthew looked from the dog to Malus and he squinted, as if silently questioning Malus what that was all about.

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Lucius was greeted by some stares, some smiles and some looks of distain. It was to be expected of such a controversial figure. Many were left to wonder why such a man would be invited to such an event, let alone as such a prestigious guest. Lucius was greeted by a large man with black skin and a goatee, his dress was that of a traditional tuxedo. He bowed slightly to Lucius and then began to look around slightly.

"Prime Minister Alba. The Princess thanks you for your attendance. I was instructed to escort you and your security detail to meet with her before the ceremony. She says that it is a matter of some urgency." He said as he turned and excused himself to lead them away. His eyes shifted and he made note of some other discernable areas and places. He was expecting something, or he was simply an overly cautious individual.

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Rochelle could mingle within the crowd all she pleased, and she would hopefully be none the wiser to those whom had recently arrived. Primarily Lucius, as we all know the history there. It wasn't long before Chelle would find herself mingling with guest left and right, all of them taking to her with a relative wholesome reception. But sooner than later her wandering would bring her face to face with a man in his early thirties. The man was foreign with a slight tan to the natural pigment of his skin, his hair was a very dark brown and his eyes had a strange captivating glimmer. His beard was one that Chelle had seen worn before, by Matthew, it appeared to be the classical devil's moustache and soul patch. It spelled trouble no matter who wore it.

"Madam Takeiro. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He said as he held out his hand, a fashion very similar to how Matthew would if he were to kiss her hand. The more she looked, the more similarities she'd notice, although the smell was all wrong. The man's heart didn't beat as fast, he was much more calm and at ease.

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Ashtyn made his way back to Lukas and Patrick, looking them over as they were in costume, chuckling to himself as he folded his arms and leaned against the wall. He stayed there for a moment as they finished their trivial argument over the best character in video game history. Ashtyn found it quaint that this was actually Matthew friend-base when not consisting of homicidal vigilantes. Ashtyn coughed as to announce his presence.

"Alright, almost ShowTime. Drifter, nice armor. It's bad-ass." He said as he pointed out that Drifter's attire had changed a bit. So far Withdrawl and Drifter were instructed to remain suited up and ready to act at any given moment. Drifter and Withdrawl were actually the only ones who knew the true reason as to why they were there; well...one of those reasons.

"Withdrawl, Bad armor, nice ass." He said as he walked over to the window. He wasn't exactly flirting at the moment, but he thrived on playful banter. It was probably a bit of a pass time for them to watch Ash back Matthew into the proverbial corner when it comes to banter.

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Post by Samael Christensen on September 19th 2017, 9:08 pm

Like a shadow Samael chose to stay close to his ward and make sure she was protected from any supernatural threat that could come along. This came along trailing behind, hands buried into his pocket and with eyes darting around behind those sunglasses so many had come to call tacky. That being until something hit him, a sweet scent that caused his head to snap towards the direction of it. ”I’ll be back. Have to look into something.” He said low enough to whatever bodyguard was in charge of listening to his concerns, stepping off towards that scent with nostrils taking it in with deep huffs. This came down to finding a German Shepard, an odd thing to see at a royal wedding.

Personally Sammy liked dogs, fluffy little happy things that tended to deal with his scent rather well, and some even liking him. He approached the canine and knelt beside it. ”What are you doing here boy? With anyone tonight? You...are a dog aren’t you?” He looked around, scratching the animal behind the ear like he knew most dogs enjoyed. ”Because i’m used to dogs not smelling like you do. I mean, I know that’s weird but i’m weird so that’s a thing.”

As for Withdrawl, he was having a vociferous argument apparently about what was the best video game character. Until Ashtyn said something, complimenting armor and his ass apparently. Not that he was against it whatsoever. ”Well, the bad armor can always come off. Winking wouldn’t be seen behind the mask, but he did so anyway. ”So do we have a plan for...whatever this is?” He asked, lightly tapping on the mask, a low hum working from his throat. This was not what he expected when being told they would be attending a wedding, and yet things were never what he wanted.

They were waiting for the given moment but for now Withdrawl was content with the banter.

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Lucius' icy stare past over the crowd as he walked. Oh, the masses, such a predictable bunch. It was amazing what simple statistics and a basic understanding of human nature allowed you to predict about a large group of people. The fact of the matter was, only true outliners were of any consequence. The type of person in the crowd, whether cheering for him or hating the very space he occupied, were  individuals that were easily manipulated. Bring a few scary armed men, they forget about their majority. Make a compelling argument, statistically, you'll win over at least a chunk.

These types of people weren't worth his time. The collective was weak, and forfeited it's own advantage in numbers. Lucius was not an elitist, it just so happens that a large number of the truly special people in the world managed to claw their way to social power. That, or they were simply born with it. The question was, was the woman that invited him here today part of the collective, or was she more then that?

"If her majesty wishes it, then we should wait no longer." Lucius said simply, allowing himself and his detail to be escorted. He did not for a minute let his guard down, however. This was a much a mission as it was a wedding. Violence, by default, was to be expected when The Devil on Earth was about.

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Trivial argument as it was, Drifter took it seriously. You see, Luke had sharpened his debating skills over a long internet career. He could stand there for hours and continue his rants if he put his mind to it, but of course, something more important was at hand.

Ash commented on his new gear, which was refreshing. Nobody had so far, so it was nice to know someone actually noticed. Granted, he hadn't been on many missions save for what he did alone lately, so maybe him being a loner was to blaime for the lack of compliments.

"Why thank you, my good sir." Drifter said in his best British accent. He had been doing that all day, apparently because they were in Britain. He expected some were getting annoyed at this point, mostly Pat, but that was part of the fun.

Ash then commented on Pat's ass, which was a tad unexpected. But then again, Luke had taken Ash as one that liked to be chased, so perhaps this reinforced that idea rather then bringing it into question. He was teasing Pat like a seventeen year old girl. Not that Drifter would interfere in such a potentially prosperous relationship that totally wouldn't end badly.

"Plans are overrated. A goal and a vague outline as to how to achieve it is far more adaptable, and much less catastrophic if it fails." Luke said, laying down his trademark subversion and doubt of traditional thought processes. He just said it to fuck with people mostly. The truth was somewhere in the middle. You needed a plan, but you also couldn't make it so precise that one mechanism failure brought it down. Simplicity and excellent execution are better then complicated planning that leads to you falling on your ass instead of sticking the landing.

"That said, Matt has the plan. This is his shindig afterall. Just a follower on this one." Luke said, putting an extended clip in a large assault rifle. He'd been wanting to use this for awhile, but making all that explosive ammo was expensive. That said, he figured a wedding was the best place to use the pray and spray weapon if shit went badly. He of course still had his standard, and more silent, gear, but the big gun was his Plan B.

"Oh great messenger of the Matthew, won't you tell us where we are to perch in our diligent watch of this Royal wedding?" Luke said, once again in a British accent. He was of course asking Aah the same question Patrick had, but in a much more humorous and eloquent manner.

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