The idea for the basic plotline of this story suggested by Rinkushido, I hope I can fit in as much mayhem as you would expect. *Evil smirk*
Note: This chapter is pretty crazy, bordering on a crackfic. You have been warned.
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When the pastor finally finishes the vows, Elsword and Aisha share a modest kiss, visibly disappointing the crowd. The two know better than to try something intense, they'd be kidded about it the rest of their lives . . . maybe longer.
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The wedding party then moves to the reception room, and is greeted by a cake bigger than Banthus. It's a huge, white, with large red candles, and the 12 foot monstrosity that takes up half the room. Aisha glares up at it suspiciously while William snickers in a corner.
When the cake is about to be cut, the phoru takes a remote control from his suit pocket and slams the big red button down. Chaos ensues.
One of Wally's old robots erupts from the cake, splattering it on everyone within twenty feet of it. And Banthus, who just rented a suit for this occasion, ends up to eyeballs in the dessert. This, understandably, does not make him particularly happy.
While the bandit dispatches the robot*, Aisha, who's equally upset at having her wedding crashed and dress ruined, pretty much goes super saiyan.
We're going to be wiping phoru off the walls with a squeegee.
"Uh, s-s-sorry?" from the look in her eyes, I'd say it's a little too late for that.
"You asked this, phoru." William closes his eyes, whispering a quick prayer before his imminent demise.
SPLAT!
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The phoru opens his eyes, surprised he still has eyes to open*. Aisha grins down evilly at him, though it's hard to tell with all this cake on face. He can see Aisha open her mouth to (probably) call "food fight", when a sizzling can be heard.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . .
"I forgot to tell you about the dynamite, didn't I?"
Oh, dear.
KaPOW!
Even more cake goes flying. Then fire breaks out . . . In a nutshell, this wedding goes to hell in a handbasket.
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Off in Henir's Time and Space (where it's safe), Glaive looks at this madness, laughs, and thinks of adding to it.
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A wild monkey king appears! He uses stamp attack on the fire/innocent bystanders. It's super effective!
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After both thanking and sending the overgrown animal away, the wedding goes back to "normal". Whatever that is.
The day ends with the bouquet tossing. Eve catches it, then asks an embarrassed Chung what it was all about. The two eventually wander off (under the guise of watching the sunset) as the rest of the party disperses.
What really surprised everyone today was that Banthus pretty much behaved himself. Does this mean trouble? You bet your boots it does.
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It's really no more than a two-bit rust bucket that should be condemned.*
Did you honestly think I would be so cruel as to knock of William? This is COMEDY! (Or Sparta, whichever you prefer.)*
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I'm afraid I'll be taking a week or so off this story since I'm going to be busy soon. When I'm don e being busy, I'm going to be hauled off to a place with no working internet.
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Gah! Typos everywhere! *Types madly*