Ahhh, the 7th episode. I called it "A Tigers Tale part seven", but it's really entitled, "A Royal Wedding."
Read and review please, don't sue me.
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"This is preposterous!"
"Outrageous!"
"This goes against all things human!"
"Its indecent!"
Faust sat in complete silence, as the high-ranking Gartlandish lords shouted amongst each other. He had just informed them that he intended to wed Tiger. They were all seething; it was supposedly immoral and wrong to love Marionettes, as they were only machines.
"Gentlemen." Faust shouted to get their attention. "Why do you think it wrong for this to happen?"
One lord spoke up.
"Fuhrer... she is a Marionette. Marionettes are machines. Machines are not human."
"Don't you think I know?" Faust growled in response. "But Tiger is more human than most."
"How?" another shouted. All the other lords agreed and joined him in his question of;
"How can a machine be alive?" the lord started again. "They have no hearts..."
Faust pushed a button on the desk. A screen on the long wall of the room flickered into life. It showed a picture of a maiden circuit. He stood up and walked to the screen.
"This is a Maiden circuit. Are any of you aware of its existence?" he asked the lords. A general answer of "No" made him smile impishly, which he quickly kept under control.
"A Maiden Circuit allows a Marionette to behave like a real human girl. My predecessor, Faust the ninth, implanted Maiden Circuits into three of his Marionettes."
The lords whispered and murmured furiously. Faust held up his hand for silence.
"My Saberdolls seem better than any other Marionettes. Do they not?"
The lords all started thinking. They knew where this was going. The lord, who had asked why, spoke again.
"We see where this is going Fuhrer. The Maiden Circuits you mentioned. Your Saberdolls possess them?"
"Yes. All three of them. And they act as human girls would. I love Tiger, and I intend to marry her two days from now." Faust sat back in his seat, and turned of the screen. He picked up a phone receiver, from the desk, and said a few words into it. As on queue, a door slid open and in walked Tiger, carrying a tray. The tray was laden with cups of Gartland tea. She walked around and placed one in front of each lord. She then walked over to Faust, who smiled at her.
"Tiger. These people don't like he idea of us being together." he kissed her on the cheek as she sat down on a chair next to him. She looked around the room at the lords, whom were all sipping at the tea she had made. They all avoided her gaze and she knew it.
"Master, do you require anything else?" she asked seductively. He put his hand on hers and whispered in her ear.
"Just you." He kissed her again and motioned for her to leave. She walked slowly out of the room, turning slightly, and as the door closed, she saw a few of the lord's faces had gone red. Faust stood up and addressed the lords.
"I trust I will see you all at the wedding?" he smirked as he saluted and strode out of the room, leaving the lords to their mutterings and murmurings.
Later that week, the wedding day was held. It was early in the evening, while the setting sun was still visible in the sky. A large white marquee tent was erected in the large flower garden. Chairs adorning the inside of the tent, all the people who knew the Fuhrer on one side and all Tigers friends/acquaintances on the other. (Which came to about five people.) The lords were also there, (Rather grudgingly).
The priest/vicar/whatever stood at the end of the isle between the two sides of chairs. Faust stood near the P/V/W, wearing a black tuxedo, white shirt and a red carnation in his top buttonhole. The music started.
"Here comes the bride, etc, etc..."
Tiger came through the marquee opening. The noise of the crowd dyed down to inaudible murmurings. No one thought that Faust was actually going to marry a Marionette. But he was. Tiger wore a lacy white dress, which showed off her figure. (Not that many males would notice, since she was only a machine.) The dress hugged every contour of her body. Faust's jaw dropped as he stared at her. Her hair was no different but it was topped with a large veil, which hid her face.
Following behind, holding the back of the dress, were her bridesmaids.
"How did we get ourselves into this stupid mess?" grumbled Panther.
"I believe it was YOU who said, ("Let us do it.")" sighed Luchs.
Panther and Luchs were holding the dress and walking elegantly behind their friend. They also wore dresses, but they were yellow with puffed up sleeves, and wreaths of flowers in their hair.
"I wish I could get out of this damn thing!" Panther moaned quietly. Luchs smiled.
"I know what you mean, but it's for a good cause."
"Yeah, causing us pain and embarrassment. This dress is two sizes too small! Feels like I'm goanna pop outta it."
This caused Tiger to smile. She knew that her friends loved Faust, but he chose her and they were fine about it.
The music finished and Tiger came to a stop next to her husband-to-be. He couldn't see her face, but he was sure tears were streaming down her cheeks. The P/V/W started the ceremony.
"We are gathered here today to join these two... people in holy matrimony. Now, before we begin. If anyone here knows of any reason why these two should not be married under the eyes of the lord... let them speak now. Or forever hold your peace."
No one spoke or moved. There was silence. And that suited Faust just perfect. Sure the lords objected, but they had to admit that Tiger looked good in that dress.
"Let us continue." the P/V/W started. A few minutes or so later, the final part began. The P/V/W smiled and laughed. "You may now kiss he bride."
Faust lifted the veil off his new wife and they kissed patiently. A cheer rippled through the crowd. Some were genuinely happy and some just put it on for show. (Like the lords.)
Panther and Luchs were leaning on each other's shoulders and crying. They were genuinely happy for their friend and leader.
"I, I'm so happy..." Luchs wept, as she dabbed her eyes with a tissue.
"So am I." Panther sobbed, as they both looked on at the happy couple. They hoped one day they could also find happiness.
The couple walked outside, hand in hand, confetti thrown over them. They emerged into the sweet night air. The sun had vanished, and the garden was lit up with lanterns and torches. Everyone seated themselves at the tables that were arranged for the meal. Faust stood up and raised his glass.
"I propose a toast. To my new bride, to my friends and colleagues... and finally, to the prosperous New Gartlant!" everyone cheered and raised their glasses. Some lords made their excuses and left, but some of them, were genuinely pleased that their Fuhrer had found happiness.
The party continued long into the night, with music and dancing.
"Well, is this at all what you expected?" Faust asked Tiger, as they engaged in a waltz.
"Yes." she replied. "It's perfect." Faust span her away, then whirled her back to him. They danced for a good ten minutes, while everyone else had left the dance floor. When they stopped, the remaining guests clapped and whistled. Around an hour later... the place was empty. Only for people remained. Tiger, Faust, Luchs and Panther.
"What a mess." sighed Luchs, scanning the garden. It was a mess.
"Guess who's goanna have to clean this up..." snorted Panther. "Not me!"
"Not you women." laughed Faust. "I'll get some people to clean it up tomorrow. "Lets all get to bed."
"I'll second that!" yelled Panther. "I can finally get out of this DAMN dress!" she ran off at full speed towards the palace. Luchs shrugged.
"Good night Lord Faust. Tiger." she started off after her friend. She stopped to whisper in Tigers ear. "Don't do what I wouldn't do..."
She then ran off.
"You fell like turning in?" Faust asked, putting an arm around her waist. She did the same to him. She dared to try something.
"Yes darling." she giggled as they made their way into the palace. Most of the palace was asleep, apart from the night watch. He bade them a good night and told them to go to sleep. They ambled along to his bedroom, which would now become THEIR bedroom. Faust opened the door.
"Tradition time." Faust said as he whisked his wife off her feet.
"Whoa...?" she yelped in shock. He carried her in his arms into the bedroom. She was blushing a deep shade of red. A habit, which she had used a lot lately. He lay her on his bed and lay down next to her.
"I'm exhausted. I need a shower." Faust yawned.
"I'll put my dress away." Tiger sighed. Faust wandered into the bathroom, the effects of a long day were catching up to him. He undressed and walked into the shower. He pulled a handle and a torrent of hot water covered him from head to toe. After a few minutes, he was about to turn off the water, when he heard the door of the bathroom click open. He couldn't see out of the shower. Mainly because of the steam, and the fact that there was a frosted glass door in his way.
"Tiger? Is that you?" he called. No answer. "Tiger?" again... no reply.
(What in hell?) He thought. His mind raced. (Could it be an assassin? Murderer?) The shower door slid open with a squeak. He felt something press against his back.
"Don't move." came a voice. "Stay right there."
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OOOOHHHHH, a cliffhanger. Hehehe. ^_^
Next ep will be up when I get round to writing it.
R+R please.
GuyverX53
Read and review please, don't sue me.
() Thought. ("") Action.
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"This is preposterous!"
"Outrageous!"
"This goes against all things human!"
"Its indecent!"
Faust sat in complete silence, as the high-ranking Gartlandish lords shouted amongst each other. He had just informed them that he intended to wed Tiger. They were all seething; it was supposedly immoral and wrong to love Marionettes, as they were only machines.
"Gentlemen." Faust shouted to get their attention. "Why do you think it wrong for this to happen?"
One lord spoke up.
"Fuhrer... she is a Marionette. Marionettes are machines. Machines are not human."
"Don't you think I know?" Faust growled in response. "But Tiger is more human than most."
"How?" another shouted. All the other lords agreed and joined him in his question of;
"How can a machine be alive?" the lord started again. "They have no hearts..."
Faust pushed a button on the desk. A screen on the long wall of the room flickered into life. It showed a picture of a maiden circuit. He stood up and walked to the screen.
"This is a Maiden circuit. Are any of you aware of its existence?" he asked the lords. A general answer of "No" made him smile impishly, which he quickly kept under control.
"A Maiden Circuit allows a Marionette to behave like a real human girl. My predecessor, Faust the ninth, implanted Maiden Circuits into three of his Marionettes."
The lords whispered and murmured furiously. Faust held up his hand for silence.
"My Saberdolls seem better than any other Marionettes. Do they not?"
The lords all started thinking. They knew where this was going. The lord, who had asked why, spoke again.
"We see where this is going Fuhrer. The Maiden Circuits you mentioned. Your Saberdolls possess them?"
"Yes. All three of them. And they act as human girls would. I love Tiger, and I intend to marry her two days from now." Faust sat back in his seat, and turned of the screen. He picked up a phone receiver, from the desk, and said a few words into it. As on queue, a door slid open and in walked Tiger, carrying a tray. The tray was laden with cups of Gartland tea. She walked around and placed one in front of each lord. She then walked over to Faust, who smiled at her.
"Tiger. These people don't like he idea of us being together." he kissed her on the cheek as she sat down on a chair next to him. She looked around the room at the lords, whom were all sipping at the tea she had made. They all avoided her gaze and she knew it.
"Master, do you require anything else?" she asked seductively. He put his hand on hers and whispered in her ear.
"Just you." He kissed her again and motioned for her to leave. She walked slowly out of the room, turning slightly, and as the door closed, she saw a few of the lord's faces had gone red. Faust stood up and addressed the lords.
"I trust I will see you all at the wedding?" he smirked as he saluted and strode out of the room, leaving the lords to their mutterings and murmurings.
Later that week, the wedding day was held. It was early in the evening, while the setting sun was still visible in the sky. A large white marquee tent was erected in the large flower garden. Chairs adorning the inside of the tent, all the people who knew the Fuhrer on one side and all Tigers friends/acquaintances on the other. (Which came to about five people.) The lords were also there, (Rather grudgingly).
The priest/vicar/whatever stood at the end of the isle between the two sides of chairs. Faust stood near the P/V/W, wearing a black tuxedo, white shirt and a red carnation in his top buttonhole. The music started.
"Here comes the bride, etc, etc..."
Tiger came through the marquee opening. The noise of the crowd dyed down to inaudible murmurings. No one thought that Faust was actually going to marry a Marionette. But he was. Tiger wore a lacy white dress, which showed off her figure. (Not that many males would notice, since she was only a machine.) The dress hugged every contour of her body. Faust's jaw dropped as he stared at her. Her hair was no different but it was topped with a large veil, which hid her face.
Following behind, holding the back of the dress, were her bridesmaids.
"How did we get ourselves into this stupid mess?" grumbled Panther.
"I believe it was YOU who said, ("Let us do it.")" sighed Luchs.
Panther and Luchs were holding the dress and walking elegantly behind their friend. They also wore dresses, but they were yellow with puffed up sleeves, and wreaths of flowers in their hair.
"I wish I could get out of this damn thing!" Panther moaned quietly. Luchs smiled.
"I know what you mean, but it's for a good cause."
"Yeah, causing us pain and embarrassment. This dress is two sizes too small! Feels like I'm goanna pop outta it."
This caused Tiger to smile. She knew that her friends loved Faust, but he chose her and they were fine about it.
The music finished and Tiger came to a stop next to her husband-to-be. He couldn't see her face, but he was sure tears were streaming down her cheeks. The P/V/W started the ceremony.
"We are gathered here today to join these two... people in holy matrimony. Now, before we begin. If anyone here knows of any reason why these two should not be married under the eyes of the lord... let them speak now. Or forever hold your peace."
No one spoke or moved. There was silence. And that suited Faust just perfect. Sure the lords objected, but they had to admit that Tiger looked good in that dress.
"Let us continue." the P/V/W started. A few minutes or so later, the final part began. The P/V/W smiled and laughed. "You may now kiss he bride."
Faust lifted the veil off his new wife and they kissed patiently. A cheer rippled through the crowd. Some were genuinely happy and some just put it on for show. (Like the lords.)
Panther and Luchs were leaning on each other's shoulders and crying. They were genuinely happy for their friend and leader.
"I, I'm so happy..." Luchs wept, as she dabbed her eyes with a tissue.
"So am I." Panther sobbed, as they both looked on at the happy couple. They hoped one day they could also find happiness.
The couple walked outside, hand in hand, confetti thrown over them. They emerged into the sweet night air. The sun had vanished, and the garden was lit up with lanterns and torches. Everyone seated themselves at the tables that were arranged for the meal. Faust stood up and raised his glass.
"I propose a toast. To my new bride, to my friends and colleagues... and finally, to the prosperous New Gartlant!" everyone cheered and raised their glasses. Some lords made their excuses and left, but some of them, were genuinely pleased that their Fuhrer had found happiness.
The party continued long into the night, with music and dancing.
"Well, is this at all what you expected?" Faust asked Tiger, as they engaged in a waltz.
"Yes." she replied. "It's perfect." Faust span her away, then whirled her back to him. They danced for a good ten minutes, while everyone else had left the dance floor. When they stopped, the remaining guests clapped and whistled. Around an hour later... the place was empty. Only for people remained. Tiger, Faust, Luchs and Panther.
"What a mess." sighed Luchs, scanning the garden. It was a mess.
"Guess who's goanna have to clean this up..." snorted Panther. "Not me!"
"Not you women." laughed Faust. "I'll get some people to clean it up tomorrow. "Lets all get to bed."
"I'll second that!" yelled Panther. "I can finally get out of this DAMN dress!" she ran off at full speed towards the palace. Luchs shrugged.
"Good night Lord Faust. Tiger." she started off after her friend. She stopped to whisper in Tigers ear. "Don't do what I wouldn't do..."
She then ran off.
"You fell like turning in?" Faust asked, putting an arm around her waist. She did the same to him. She dared to try something.
"Yes darling." she giggled as they made their way into the palace. Most of the palace was asleep, apart from the night watch. He bade them a good night and told them to go to sleep. They ambled along to his bedroom, which would now become THEIR bedroom. Faust opened the door.
"Tradition time." Faust said as he whisked his wife off her feet.
"Whoa...?" she yelped in shock. He carried her in his arms into the bedroom. She was blushing a deep shade of red. A habit, which she had used a lot lately. He lay her on his bed and lay down next to her.
"I'm exhausted. I need a shower." Faust yawned.
"I'll put my dress away." Tiger sighed. Faust wandered into the bathroom, the effects of a long day were catching up to him. He undressed and walked into the shower. He pulled a handle and a torrent of hot water covered him from head to toe. After a few minutes, he was about to turn off the water, when he heard the door of the bathroom click open. He couldn't see out of the shower. Mainly because of the steam, and the fact that there was a frosted glass door in his way.
"Tiger? Is that you?" he called. No answer. "Tiger?" again... no reply.
(What in hell?) He thought. His mind raced. (Could it be an assassin? Murderer?) The shower door slid open with a squeak. He felt something press against his back.
"Don't move." came a voice. "Stay right there."
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OOOOHHHHH, a cliffhanger. Hehehe. ^_^
Next ep will be up when I get round to writing it.
R+R please.
GuyverX53