Standing in silence were three figures, of different heights and shapes, all were on top of the elevated platform with another impatiently waiting person. Three colors were worn by the prominent trio, that being yellow, red, and blue. All beneath a white, fenced archway that curved above them, barely missing the top of the largest persons head.
Using Red, was Molly, sporting a more masculine outfit: A simple white blouse with a bright red vest to go over it, along with a red bowtie to match. However, instead of wearing it fashionably, she wore it in a more nonchalant way, her sleeves rolled up to show off the tattoos that covered her right arm and the three golden bangles adorning her left arm. Her blouse was halfway undone, and her bowtie crooked. To top her casual look all off, she had on each hand, two worn, leather gloves, to hide the calluses and scars that marked her palms and fingers. Although the ceremony was just for fun, Molly couldn't seem to get a grip on her emotions, her eyes welling up with tears as her lips began to tremble. "I love y'guys so much…" She whispered shakily to the two, wiping away the tears that were about to flood from her eyes.
Having the color Blue, was Lucille de Monette. The woman wore an off the shoulder gown with flowing sleeves, her dress varying in all different shades of blue. Her long platinum blonde hair was tied up into messy pigtails with baby blue bows to match. The Altalar went all out with her accessories; many Gold bands adorned her right upper arm while she sported silver on her left. Her ears were decorated with various mix-matched earrings, as well with a pink rose tucked behind her right ear. A goofy grin plastered onto her features all throughout the ceremony as she looked between her friends, hooking arms with whoever was closest. The woman practically hopping back and forth between her feet in excitement.
Lastly, stuck with Yellow was Sibÿllad Lykke, who didn't look to enthusiastic about the whole thing for some reason, placed between the two gals. Her mood might be justified with what she wore though, as she currently adorned a very frilly, laced sundress that was obviously not suited for an orc as the clothing hugged Sib's frame painfully. Her broad shoulders were hunched, with arms crossed in an embarrassed pout. The ends of the dress just above her knees, so with every little breeze of wind, Sib would have to hold the ends of the dress down. It was an amusing sight to see the large, scarred orc stuffed into a tiny dress, especially when the dress had a matching pair of high heeled shoes and a bandanna that kept her messy hair tamed. Even with her hilarious state, Sib still looked to the two friends with a crooked smile, and a light blush.
They all stood in front of the podium, which had a certain half-varran kid standing behind, most likely on a stool as they were very short. Synne Lykke wore what looked to be a joke priest outfit, a dirtied gown with a long strip of colored fabric drifting down her shoulders and an oversized paper hat. Once everyone had settled on the logs and directed their attention to the four, the ceremony began.
Synne simply observed, watching as her three fatherly figures approached her. It didn't take long before she started to burst out into a roar of laughter, tears coming to her eyes as her breath flutters through her high-pitched laughing. She pointed a shaking finger at the trio as she kept storming out a sea of dying laughs, barely able to speak through this. "I never thought my father would find herself one totally real spouse, but she found two. I cannot say you have my full blessing because one of you is a fucking bitch. But aside from that I'm happy you have gotten yourself a totally real marriage."
"Oh fock off, y'lil rat..." Molly grumbled to Synne. She then began to pull off her vest and bowtie, tossing them both aside. She gripped onto the hem of her black dress pants and literally ripped them off, revealing a pair of red shorts underneath. Afterwards, she kicked off her boots and readjusted her sleeves, then tied her hair up in a ponytail. With the crack of her knuckles, she eyed the crowd, waiting for the brawl to begin.
Lucille couldn't help but snicker along with Synne, rolling her shoulders back as she tilted her head from side to side, cracking her neck before she leaned over. In one swift motion, she grabbed the hem of her dress, ripping the fabric up her right leg, where underneath you could see she sported a pair of shorts. She stuffed a hand into her pocket afterwards, pulling out a small bagged arrangement of sweets, unwrapping one before popping it into her mouth. She adjusted the sleeves of her dress, her gaze flicking throughout the crowd as her grin grew, waiting for their queue to begin the brawl.
"Ye' shit, yer s'pposed ta play along. Guess it's a lil' obvious now den." Sib spat to her kid, with a small huff before starting to take a roll of bandages and wrap them around her hands and between her fingers, resembling a boxers. Grabbing the sides of the sundress, which already looked to be bursting at the seams, and with one simple motion, would rip it in two. Underneath, was the undershirt which looked like a crop top on the buffed out form and… yellowed shorts? Kicking the shoes aside with a large breath of relief, turning to face the onlookers with a tusks grin. Raising her left arm in the air, hands balled into fists, with her boomer voice saying one word.
"FIOGHT!"
And with that, all chaos would break out, as a full on fist fight would commence with everyone against everyone.
Rules
No weapons, armor or alchemy, with a strict no usage of magic, keep if fair y'all.
Swimsuits are a must!
No serious injuries, think of it as a large, unarmed spar.
Brawling done after announcing it to start.
Snacks are provided, you could bring your own if you so wish.
Swimsuits are a must!
No serious injuries, think of it as a large, unarmed spar.
Brawling done after announcing it to start.
Snacks are provided, you could bring your own if you so wish.
(Ooc Rules
Only characters that have known one of the three getting 'married' are allowed to respond being there.
Keep who you're brawling with vague unless you are fighting a specific person, in which you can tag them.
Don't powergame by saying you can K.O everyone and anyone.
One response per person, no replying to others unless tagged once, y'all can do that in dms.
Have fun responding, this is all meant for shits and giggles after all!)
Big thanks to @OliverOnly @falcvns @YunYun for giving me their responses!
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