DIVINITY FIVE: WHEN WILL I GET TO THE GOOD PART?
Night settled over the village, and the only source of light, could be seen from miles away, emanating from Crocker mansion. Carriages and buggies arrived full of rich and haughty nobles, and representatives of companies and schools. Catering and services arrived in the back, while stable hands took the drivers and carts to the side barn where they would wait until the end of the party. Everyone, down to the lowliest servant of the household was adorned in a colorful costume for the event. Jane Crocker stepped down the giant flight of stairs, in a beautiful Brown and green dress, to greet guests at the doors.
Rose arrived with the Strider "Brothers". Dave and Dirk weren't really brothers, but everyone called them that none the less. "Dude, those pants are so gay. Look at them poof man." Rose sighed, expecting she would have to intervene again, seeing as how their guardians never were able to really resolve any of their fights. Her mother and their REAL brothers, Bro SR. and Bro Jr. arrived behind them. Dirk steeled his gaze, and lowered his shades just enough to glare at Dave with his Orange pigmented eyes. "Oh yeah, well your hood looks like a condom when you put it on." Dave pulled his hood off the second Dirk mentioned it, and grimaced. Before he could retort, Jane arrived before them, and greeted them happily. "Dirk, Dave, Rose! I'm so glad you all could make it here!" normally, she would have embraced them in a small and simple hug, but traded that for a handshake this time. Dirk looked a little disappointed that he didn't get his usual Crocker squeeze, but Jane was already bowing before their parents. "Madame Lalonde, Mr. Striders, it is my pleasure to greet you for the Annual Crocker ball! My mother and father are waiting over in the foyer, and there is catering on the east-"She was interrupted abruptly by a lady who strikingly resembled Rose's mother. Madame Lalonde went up to her right away, and looked very happy. "Everyone, may I introduce my dearest sister, Rosa." The lady smiled, and said to her. "Oh Roxanne, it is good to see you again. Thank you once more for looking after Roxy dear."
Dave stared in amazement. He whispered to Dirk "So that's Roxy's mom? Wow, she's pretty hot." Dirk made a face at him, and frowned. "Dude, what are you doing. That's my best friends Mom Dave. She's like, twenty years older than you Dave." Nonetheless, when Rosa Lalonde walked by, and blinked at the Striders, they both couldn't help but blush bright red as a ripe tomato.
Meanwhile, the remaining Lalonde was helping in the back to deliver several Cakes from the town's nicest bakery. Rumor had it that the bakery was associated with Corker, and that's why they were one of the few small businesses left standing when the Crockers moved into the village. But of course, Roxy had only heard these rumors from rambling drunkards in the bar. She had only lived in the town for one year, and could say nothing about the town's history. That area was more of her cousin Rose's area. Besides, John was a really nice kid! He was also carrying the majority of this choice cake into the dining hall. And his Dad was totes hot. So was Janeys! There were too many hot Dads in this town, she thought to herself.
John wasn't exactly enjoying himself. He loved his Dad, but he never wanted to get into the Cake making business, or the side harlequin figurine business he ran on the side. Gods know how he made any amount of boon bucks like that. What he REALLY wanted to do, was to walk in his Nannas shoes, and become the greatest prankster ever! And those were some giant, floppy, rotten banana peel concealing shoes to fill. "Hey, careful now John!" Roxy called out to him from the other side of the massive cake. It was starting to tip towards, him, and he stabilized it before any of its frosty flowers or edible beads could possibly fall off.
Finally, they made it inside, and set the luxurious cake on a table. John wiped his forehead, and took a quick seat in a chair. "Phew! If only I could be like the Heir of Void right now man. I would have carried that cake with one finger!" He recalled one of the many stories that told of the Heir of Voids strength. He had lifted mountains and mansions with one hand each. Roxy guffawed, and slapped her knee. " HAHAHAh! Nice one John! You, being as strong as the Heir of Void? Keep dreamin'!" John stood up, and started to say in a loud voice "How dare you disrespect my honouuuuuurrr!" Roxy did the same right back to him, and made a ridiculous pose, "I will do whatever I waaaaaaaant!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH H!"
This continued for about five minutes, as they continued to strike different combinations and flex their muscles. Jake had been right behind them, taking on another miscellaneous job at the Crocker Mansion, bringing in gifts from the guests carriages. He watched the duo in their battle of ridiculous poses, full of interest. All were wondering, who would win this duel? No one truly wins in war, especially war that consists of two teenagers pretending to know martial arts. While no one was watching, a mysterious shadowy figure snuck in through the open back door, slipping past the chefs and guards posted around. A breeze chilled Jakes back, and he whipped his head around, and saw the back door open. When he moved to close it, he saw a storm moving towards the mansion. Jake thought to himself, "Golly gee, I feel pretty darn bad for any poor soul that wanders into the party late!"
The Harley's were a very respectable family, despite the villages usual views of them. Those views consisted of a teenage girl and a really old man working in the fields day in and day out. Mr. Harley had many bags of money, and most wondered why he didn't hire any servants to do the job. When asked he would reply with a sly grin on his face, and say in a booming and inspirational voice, "Because, you young hooligan, adventure is not held indoors stuck in a tiny office, where the sun does not shine, nor can you feel chilling winds on you back! No, adventure is found in the soul's of working men, and their beautiful granddaughters as well!" He would look magnificent as he said this, as if he were one of the old heroes of yore. Young men and woman would be inspired! Most of the time. Part of the time? Some of the times. They would scoff, and go on their way, convinced he was a crazy old fool.
Still, when he stepped out of his carriage clad in an emerald green suit, he certainly looked the part of an old eccentric billionaire. And his Grand Daughter Jade Harley looked none the less radiant in an elegant black and white dress. The twins rustled in the back, and stumbled out of the carriage. Calliope stood up, and started to dust her new hood and cute black and green dress off, while her brother sprang up in a little red tuxedo and started to push her back down, but she had already came up peeking behind Jades dress. She stared in childlike awe and wonder at the millions of well-dressed people entering the ball in wonderful costumes. Jade smiled, and patted her forward into the building. "Hey Dave! Looks like the Striders have succeeded in not destroying another expensive family vase for once." Jade said as she greeted her awaiting friends inside.