New Years Episode ~

Whew, that has been a terrible few weeks with prefinal syndrome and the finals themselves. Soooo that was one reason we couldn't finish. The other, was just a lack of communication (because we were on vacation ehhehe...) Well! enjoy this chapter, but the next one might also take a long time ... sorry ... We shall now sulk into an emo corner and kill ourselves.

Disclaimer: We do not own Elsword, the game, or any of the characters in this story, except the narrators/authors and random faceless NPC people.

Story Start~

Miyoko: My throat is so… *cough* *hack* sore… *thumps chest* *regurgitates a hairball* Maybe you should start narrating.
Ivanna: Ah! *brightly* So that explains the degradation of narration!
Miyoko:.
Ivanna: Anyways, sure!

A million diamonds rest upon a smooth, white blanket that envelopes the land in its icy cold embrace. Thin, iridescent rainbows dance upon their sparkling stage whilst basking in the golden warmth of their spotlight. In clusters and, as solitary figures, skeletons of once vivid life stand in a way that would resemble a rose's thorns – if not for the translucent crystals hanging from their arms. Occasionally a grey or silvery creature would scamper across this pristine snowfield, leaving in its wake small crevices upon the powder.

Nestled amongst this wintry wonderland is a cabin that looks as if it had stepped out of a Laura Ingler novel. However, to say that the cabin looked like a cozy haven for two is entirely preposterous, as it could easily be the size of a country villa, thus, setting Laura back into her own universe.

Miyoko: *sips herbal tea* So much description porn…

At the great oak doors of the cabin-like villa stood a lone male. He was fairly tall and has a slim physique. His eyes were gunmetal gray; but ironically they were lit with childish excitement. Despite the sunshine, the air was icy, the north wind dancing up a storm. In spite of this, the male made no attempt to shield himself from the cold or to retain any heat at all. Before long, the door opened and, clearly, he was a surprise to those who opened it. But he was not the only one for, behind him, a couple was also approaching the villa.

Miyoko: Obviously, the lone figure is the Nasod king – so bishounen - and the couple is Rena's parents.
Ivanna: I thought you had a sore throat. Why are you talking…?
Miyoko: *coughs violently* *glares*

"FFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NNNCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEE EEEEE~~~! I missed you sooo much~~~~! 3", squealed the man who was at the door. Aisha, who still had on a frilled, pink nightgown and a head of mussed hair, could only stare at the flamboyant… man? in the doorway.

"Um… Who are you…?" she asked cautiously, tensing her arm to slam the door into his blissfully naïve face.

Before the stranger could answer, a slightly annoyed voice rang out from the entryway. "What are you doing here?" Eve stepped into view, "… Fiancé." No sooner had she said this had she realized her mistake. In a fraction of a second, the stranger - presumably Eve's fiancé – launched himself into the air, over Aisha, across the hall, and onto his beloved. Eve, naturally, could not take the weight of her fiancé landing atop her petite frame and promptly collapsed. As Eve's fiancé realized what he had done, his face became melodramatic as he knelt by Eve. It seemed as if the room had suddenly darkened and a lone spotlight had shone upon the two betrothed. Eve's fiancé clasped Eve's hand and cried out to his audience of gods and spirits, "NOOOO… fiancé! Don't leave meeee…"

Ivanna: We REALLY need to think of a proper name for the Nasod Bunn- *catches herself* I mean Nasod king.
Miyoko: And since we have no imagination when it comes to names…
Ivanna / Miyoko: *heaves up giant sledge hammer and breaks the forth wall*
Ivanna: Please comment/review with suggestion for the Nasod king's name! If not we would be faced with the awkward label of Eve's fiancé - or a boring name like Hamish – since we can't use Nasod Bunny king…
Miyoko: What the heck… Hamish…? Who names their child Hamish? But more importantly, why do we have a sledge hammer in here?
Ivanna: Oh, you know… I got it in a package deal when I bought the sniper rifles a few years back.
Miyoko: *facedesks* So, you have sniper rifles too…? Why am I not surprised…
Ivanna: Back to the story! Back to the story!

As Eve's fiancé was staging his dramatic theatric, Aisha welcomed the other two guests in, recognizing them as Rena's parents. She led them upstairs towards the rest of her friends and their family, who were still in Raven's room. When they arrived, she was that the two had still not untangled themselves from the sheet. Aisha glared at the thirteen people who were helping with the delicate process and huffed, "You had ONE job… ONE…"

Five minutes later, nineteen people sat around the dining table, digging into a hearty country breakfast. The cheerful scene could easily be misinterpreted by a passerby – a perfect, peaceful family reunion…

Miyoko: Fellow grammar Nazis, prepare for the worst thing that has ever punctuated your lives.

Once that person overlooks the five adults plotting the marriage of their children and grandchildren, the two awkward and embarrassed teenagers wanting to start a conversation but cannot, a tall teenage boy trying to wrestle away the spoon being used by a maid to feed a petite girl (with the butler helping and the girl getting annoyed), and yet another teenage girl getting ready to slit the throat of a red-headed boy with a butter knife.

Ivanna: Does that qualify as a run-on? If it does… well, it was meant to be said in one breath anyways…

While the battle for utensils was going on, Aisha, accidentally, launched her better knife in the direction of Eve's fiancé's face. The latter yelped in a pitch almost undetectable by human ears – probably near the 20,000 range – and ducked behind his fiancé. The knife lodged itself into the far wall between two wooden planks and an audible sigh of relief could be heard.

To this, Eve commented emotionlessly, "You know, before the events that have just occurred, I actually didn't mind marrying you. With all of your usual habits and now this, I'm starting to have doubts on the marriage – and your sexuality…"

Miyoko: Ouch! *applies ice pack to a large burnt area*

Whilst fighting back a surge of tears at his fiancé's stinging words, Eve's fiancé defended his manliness. In response to his almost tearful protest, Eve challenged her fiancé to prove his worth over her loyal servants.

Miyoko: And by that, we mean Eve challenges the Nasod king to a manly contest between him and Oberon & Ophelia.
Ivanna: Oberon - as we all know is a pansy – oh… but beating Ophelia could be hard… Anyways, why are you so chatty? I thought you had a sore throat…
Miyoko: *averts eyes* …

Within a few minutes, it was decided that a series of heartbreaking skits would be put on by everyone not involved in Eve's challenge. A makeshift stage was crafted in the spacious living room of the cabin-villa. With their audience of four now seated, the actors took their position.

Story End~

Ivanna: Yay! Plays! This means I get description porn privileges. *beams with happiness*

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