Wedding Reception of Islandbabe & Malion Scott

The pain that was flowing threw her body. She felt the sharp unstoppable
pain flow threw her like a rush of water over a kitchen surface. Her
eyes partially opened looking into a thick haze around the room.

A
soft hand rolling gently over her forehead catches her attention as her
eyes roll over to look where it was coming from. Seeing his face
encircled by the blur she smiles. Her lips cracking as she bends her
lips. The cracking voice that lightly caressed her helping draw her
attentions more.

Seeing his tear barely as it formed in his eyes
she still was unable to speak. The burn was still eating her already
tortured tongue. Letting out a sigh as she tries to roll over and touch
the side of his face. Wondering what was happening while coughing to the
burning sensation she was still suffering. Instead she teeters on the
edge of the couch. Nearly rolling off to the floor again. “Wat?” she mumbles barely able to be heard at all
with her raspy voice again coming forth.

(ooc: For those tuning
in this is a mystery added to the bounds of the reception. Feel free to
join in and try and figure it out. It’s not as obvious as it seams. An
there are various clues around the ball room.)

"Are you alright?"
No, he wasn't alright, but he
won't admit it. He lowers his head away from the sky and stares out into
the dark night. "The stars," he says, "they're gone." He
moved away from the balcony and sat down on a bench. He could hear the
song he had requested playing inside, and sang a song of his own. A sad
song he had heard a long time ago.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJIC_rEi7mo

He
sang the words quietly, for no one but himself to hear.

Heinrich catches her and lays her back safely on the couch. He
slightly smiles again and she starts to mumble to him before leaning
down and lifting her head up, looking into her eyes…

Your
drink, my lady… It was poisoned with hemlock. Where did you get that
wine? Who gave it to you?

He takes his handkerchief out and
dips it into a glass of water, wiping the sweat off of her face with the
damp cloth as he tries to get a a response out of her…

The cool water; Ah the glorious chill flowing over her brow. Soothing
her pain as smoothly as a late seasoned daffodil spore floats and dances
on a late summer breeze. Every bit blended droplet melding with her own
droplets of sweat.

Cam like a sleeping child in nap her vision
begins to focus upon his loving face. Now every detail can be viewed
upon with honest eyes. With excitement of the new causing her heart to
race one again. In the far back ground the two be. Pain on ones’ every
demeanor. The other curious and soothing. Ah the circle of life, chi is
you will, is showing itself again. The very one who sat and soothed her,
and got her threw that stormy night now she tries to help the other.
The other the same who started and continued this cycle.

Marz
grips onto the fine silken couch. The sound of her nails pulling lightly
echo out. Her nails dig deeply into it’s threads. Pushing and finding
little strength she attempted yet again to sit up. With great struggle
her body lifted and twisted. Her legs falling fairly hard to the floor.
Her hand tho worked in between the cushions with the sensation of a
million needles. She felt some her eyes diverting from him, and then she
glances towards the source of her discomfort. A slight grunt and a
quick pull something pops out. A piece of crumpled and very worn torn
paper now sits in her shaking hand. Listlessly she fumbles and struggles
to unbind its loose folds and crumples. With watering eyes to what they
fell upon…

Looking up to Hein again with her watering
eyes she handed him the well worn note. “Was meant
for another.” A sense of despair and of confusion rushed over
her. Remembering some important guests who had yet to arrive. Placing
her hand on Heins. “Guards! Close it down. No one
is to leave. Someone in here is an attempted murderer. We must catch him
or her!” Her eyes began scanning every pair in the room for any
sight of a clue.

Lerendus sat out on the balcony, slouched. Commotion inside. What else
could possibly go wrong? He stood up slowly, sighed, and strolled
inside. Saw soldiers posting up by doors and windows. He looked back
towards the balcony and saw two guards jogging up and stopping by the
door out onto the balcony. There'll be no more sitting out there
tonight. He moved further into the blinding light. Saw a note clutched
in Marzy's hand. He went and read it over her shoulder. His brows
furrowed in thought. He passed a moment in silent contemplation. Looked
at Marz and said, "No. The assassin would've left by now. There's
been plenty of time since when you were poisoned and now." He looked
at the note and pointed to one line, "Look here. It says, 'quickly
exit, and head for the tre...'. It looks like it's telling him to head
for the trees. We should look in the woods. Signed ScT..." He paused
a moment in thought again muttering to himself as he paced a little. He
stopped pacing. Looked up and said, "Whoever ScT is, the assassin
would know. If we find him we might be able to get it out of him."
He concluded his reasoning. Could feel eyes drilling holes in him and
was suddenly very embarrassed. He sat down on the couch, rested his
elbows on his knees, chin on his hands. Hoped the attention would divert
off of him.

Watching Marzena sling to the floor I
look over looking for the usher who was carrying the glass of wine I see
him dash out the back door I can tell he is the one who said he would
bring me a fresh glass of wine. I know that the glass that she drank
from was being brought to me. I gasp thinking that my friend might be
dead and that once again she has taken the hit for me as it be unknowing
to her at the time.

I turn to Malion, then to Tris and the
orders are given that no one leaves the building and the grounds to be
thoroughly searched. Questions will be asked and the answer will be
found of this intolerance taking place.

The order is given by the
high commander anyone leaving or catch leaving without just cause will
be severely dealt with.

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♥† Islandbabe Scott
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Heinrich took the crumbled up note in his trembling hand,
straightened it out and read it to himself. He reads over it quickly
before letting out another deep sigh and passes it to Lady Islandbabe
and the guards. He turns back to Marzena as she sits up and speaks…

Quote:

“Guards! Close it down. No one is to leave. Someone in here is an attempted murderer. We must catch him or her!”

He sets the handkerchief down on her lap and
gently forces her to lie down again, squeezing her hand again as he
speaks to her…

They will find this assassin, my dear. Do not
worry yourself. I will stay here with you. All you must do is lie down
and recuperate. You will be fine in no time…

He stays crouched
down by his lady, wiping away the beads of sweat as they drifted down
her brow, watching the steady rising and falling of her abdomen as she
breathed, gazing at the slight twinkle that was slowly begining to
return to her eyes. He seemed to be totally indifferent to the chaos
that was present around the two of them. All Heinrich could do was sit
by her, observing her every move, continuing to care for her as she lay
on the couch. All he could be was happy; happy to have her back, glad
that his love, his joy, his new life had not ended in that short moment.
All of his other cares were liquidated in that brief moment in time as
he smiled at her…

Listening to Lerendus as her body began to recoup from the attack of
Hemlock. Her mind wrapped around his words. “That
is true lerendus, but what of the one who hired and planned for this
attack? Surely they would have been here for the show, but wouldn’t
have left so quickly to avoid being noticed.” she looks around
the ball room looking for anything. “Some men
should go look for these trees if truly they exist. Perhaps another clue
can be found there. Maybe even the culprit, and we can question him for
who did this. Wouldn’t that be a nice easy end?”

From
there Marzy took Hein’s insistence that she slow down. Being obvious he
wasn’t going to allow her to trample around free nilly on this case. She
was worried over who the true attempt was on, and if the person was
still endangered. Still she couldn’t help but look to this man who had
so quickly taken to her. She wondered though was it her or the
entertainment in which she provided. Time would tell, but either way she
couldn’t help but marvel at his shows of affection.

Her friend
in the distance seemed worried on her wedding day. She sent a smile her
way to let her know that she was going to be just fine.

I hold onto Malion’s arm as I whisper to
him and he holds me close these actions are intolerable on our wedding
day. Then I look to him, his eyes sparkle into mine I ask; “Why would someone do such a horrible thing?”

I continue; “All we wanted
to do was share our love with our friends, and this *sighs* has come about.”

I scan the room and wonder if we should just end the
festivities and head on out after all have been questioned. Rather I
feel that who ever did this has either left or never showed and sent the
tainted wine here. So I decide it’s time to end the reception here and
now, if we are to be questioned then they can come to our home later or
summons us to come in and we shall answer questions at that time.

We
have not yet shared in the cake nor have we had the chance to dance
with others, tossed the bouquet or removal of the garter belt. I motion
to the usher and cooks to come over and order the remaining of the cake
to remove from the room. That of which Mfe hasn’t eaten already. The
ushers and cooks remove the cake careful and begin to be prepared it for
shipment then taken to our home, where we will commence with the party.
I also order that the cake be tested for poison so that anyone who
should show up at our home will not be infected.

I tap my crystal
glass bringing everyone’s attention to us, I stop once everyone is
looking and announce; “We are moving the
reception to our home, everyone is welcome to join.” “There will be
plenty of safe food to eat and many activities to partake in.” “Please
don’t allow these proceedings to taint your views and come join us,
everything will be set up and waiting for us when we arrive.”

As I thank everyone for coming Malion swipes me off
my feet, I wrap my arms around his masculine neck and we head down off
the stoop, the long train of my dress skimming across the floor as we
move toward the doors and out to the carriage. Malion lifts me into the
carriage then he quickly steps in behind me and orders the driver to
take us home.

The ride home is a
PRIVATE ROLE PLAY, come join us in RK thread in a few days, watch for
PIG ROAST WELCOME EVERYONE!

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♥† Islandbabe Scott
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