Aura Sealing Technique/final wedding preparations.
The next day
The group met in a conference room with Solomon and a few of his associates.
"Hello." Solomon Said. "Thank you for giving us this opportunity to talk to you. We want to thank you for your hospitality by giving you a technique passed down from ancestors to descendants until it was given to us."
"What is this technique?" Oscar asked.
"It is called the Aura Sealing Technique," Solomon explained. "It binds two willing souls together. It is important that both people are willing and consenting because if two unwilling souls are bound together it would lead to destruction for both parties."
"How do we do it?" Loki asked.
"An excellent question, but first, background."
Long ago. When the world was born. The Gods lived along the people of Remnant.
The Goddess of Misfortune judged the people while the God of Knowledge taught the people.
The God of Knowledge walked the streets of Remnant.
"Lord Ozma." A Villager Said. "How Are you doing This Day?"
"I am Well, thank you James. How are you?"
"I am also well, thank you for asking, and thank you for unlocking my child's, Semblance. She was able to fight back the fever."
"You're welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you or your family?"
"My eldest. He is to wed. Will you give him your blessing?"
"Only so long as his feelings are reciprocated."
"Then, will you share a meal with us. You can judge for yourself."
"That sounds fine James. When would you have me share a meal with you?"
"Would tomorrow be too early?"
"No, tomorrow will be fine."
"Thank you, Lord Ozma."
"You're Welcome, James. Have a Good Day."
"You As Well." James Said with a bow.
Ozma bowed back and continued on his way.
As He walked through the village, he helped those he could, offered advice where it was needed, and stopped any fights that rose up around the village.
That night he walked into the palace where he found Salam harassing the staff.
"Salam, please leave the staff alone, we want them to be happy. They can't be happy if you threaten to disembowel them every time."
"Ozma dear. If I don't threaten them, then they won't know their place."
"If you don't threaten them, then they'll be happy, and happy servants work better, harder, and happier."
"They are servants," Salem scoffed. "What do they know of happiness?"
"They can't know happiness if they're disemboweled."
"Good. They don't deserve happiness."
"Why not? Because they aren't us?"
"Exactly."
Ozma sighed a world weary sigh. He and Salem had been alive for too many centuries that he'd lost count, at least a Millennia at this point.
"What's wrong Ozma? Did one of the villagers say something? Do something? I shall have them slaughtered, or... no. I'll have them sent to the palace farms, or the Dust mines, or the prisons!"
"No." Ozma reassured Salem. "I'm Just tired," and he really was, the people of Remnant had an above average lifespan, but the oldest lived to be no more than 500. He was pushing almost triple that with Salem pushing almost quadruple that.
"I see." Salem Said.
"I am Meeting James and Megara for dinner tomorrow. James asked me to bless his son and future daughter-in-law."
"Ah, yes, young love. Shall I come with you?"
"Are you going to threaten them with acts of torture if their food is not to your liking?"
"Ozma, I'm not that bad."
Ozma sighed. "Salem. James and Megara are not Chefs Alonzo and Todd."
"I know Ozma."
"Neither were Joshua and Tessa."
"I know Ozma."
"And neither We're Michael and Hannah."
"Is there something you're trying to tell me Ozma?"
"The Villagers Are Not Master Chefs. You can't threaten them, their families, their pets, or their livelihood's whenever they fix something that you feel is inadequate."
"So, you don't want me to come to dinner tomorrow?"
"Can you go without threatening them once?"
Salem pouted.
"Then no. I'd like it if you didn't."
"I see."
"Salem, please."
"No, I see. You would rather spend time with filthy peasants than your own wife."
"Manipulation is unbecoming Salem."
"Very well." Salem said as she left, probably heading to scold the cooks.
Ozma went to the bathroom to take a bath. He had a busy day tomorrow.
The Next evening.
Ozma walked up to James' house that night for dinner and knocked. He only had to wait a few seconds before the door opened and a tall, slender woman with long, dark Auburn hair tied into a high ponytail, lavender eyes seemed to stare through his soul, searching for what made him... him.
She wore a long lavender dress that dragged the ground with a dark purple sash wrapped around her waist, and orange sandals on her feet that showed pale, perfectly sculpted and manicured feet.
"Lord Ozma." She said in a firm, yet flattering voice. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence this evening."
"It is an honor to visit your home this evening."
"The honor is ours lord Ozma. We hope that you will bless our eldest's Union."
"If it is to be then I shall give them my blessing."
"Thank you, Lord Ozma. This way."
Megara led Ozma into a Moder dining room by Ozma's standards, but by Megara's standards it must have been quite lavish. A large dining table in the center of the room with seats for ten, three candleholders sitting in the middle to offer light to the diners. Ten modestly carved chairs sat at each place at the table, some padding on each seat to make the occupants more comfortable.
"Please..." Megara led Ozma to the head of the table. "...sit."
Ozma sat to the side of the table, allowing James to sit at the head of the table.
James, Megara, his son, and prospective Daughter-in-law sat on the other side of the table.
"Lord Ozma, my son Sean wishes to take Kiara, Daughter of Joshua and Tessa, as his wife."
Ozma watched both for a long time, studying every inch of their faces as he attempted to see what they were trying to hide from each other.
Pushing a bit of magic into the air he was able to see their darkest secrets, the ones they hid from even themselves.
"Is everything alright Lord Ozma?" Sean asked.
"Yes. I was simply checking that you were a good match, and you are. You are both compatible to use the Aura Sealing technique."
Sean and Kiara looked at Ozma before looking at each other.
"What are Your Semblance's?" Ozma asked.
"I have the Harmony Semblance." Sean said.
"Balance." Kiara said. "My Semblance is Balance."
"I See. What do they do?"
Sean began singing in a perfect Harmony even though it was only him singing.
"I see. A Semblance to keep others calm and happy to keep the Creatures of Grimm at bay."
"Yes Lord Ozma."
"What a wonderful Semblance, and what of you Kiara?"
"My Semblance allows me to find my center whether that center by my physical, mental, or emotional center."
"Marvelous. When is your wedding to be set?"
"In a fortnight." Kiara said.
"Excellent. On the day of your wedding, I shall attend and talk to both of you before the wedding. You will seal your Aura's together, binding you to one another for eternity."
"Really?" Sean asked.
"Yes. It is called the Aura Binding Technique, and it is very powerful and very dangerous. Which is why I am the only one who can create such a binding."
"Thank you." Kiara said. "We are truly honored by your generosity."
"The honor is mine, and I ask. Please, keep this to yourselves. You may talk about it amongst yourselves, but not amongst others, and definitely not outside of your home. It is a sacred binding."
"Of course, Lord Ozma." Sean and Kiara said in unison.
"Very well. Shall we eat?"
"Yes." Megara said as She brought out the food.
They ate and talked through the evening until Ozma needed to leave for the night.
"Thank you for a wonderful meal, Megara, it was excellent."
"Thank you for your compliment, Lord Ozma."
"You Are Most Welcome, I shall leave you to your family." Ozma said as he bid the family good night and left for the palace.
"How was the dinner?" Salem asked when he returned.
"It was wonderful. Megara is a wonderful cook."
"Then why didn't you let me come?" Salem pouted.
"Because. Your definition of wonderful cooking and my definition of wonderful cooking are two separate things. You wouldn't have enjoyed her cooking as much as I did, and you would have threatened Violence and the night wouldn't have gone as well as it did."
"Oh. I See."
"Do you Salem? Do you really see the problem here?"
"Yes. You would rather spend time with peasants than your own wife. A wife who forced the old gods to give you another life."
"I LIVED MY LIFE!" Ozma shouted. "I LIVED MY LIFE AND DIED! WHAT IF I'D BEEN IN PARADISE! WHAT IF YOU TOOK ME FROM PARADISE AND I'M LIVING IN A HELL OF YOU'RE MAKING! ALL BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T BEAR THE THOUGHT OF BEING ALONE!"
Salem was taken aback. Ozma had never raised his voice, never shouted at her. What had she done to deserve his ire? "Ozma. I'm not sure what's wrong, but you need to calm down. Once you've calmed down, I'll be willing to talk to you like an adult rather than a petulant child."
Ozma walked to his office and slammed the door before walking to his desk, leaning against it. He should not have done that. He was supposed to help Salem see the error of her ways not cause her to engrain herself even further, but when she got like that... He sat in his chair and covered his face with a hand, sighing. What was he going to do?
Two weeks later.
Ozma walked into the church where Sean and Kiara were holding their wedding and waited in the room, he'd set aside for them.
He only had to wait a few moments before Sean was brought in through one door, and Kiara came in through another door.
"Lord Ozma." Sean Said. "Thank you for attending."
"Yes." Kiara agreed. "Thank you."
"You are Both Most Welcome." Ozma Said. "Now. The ritual isn't very difficult, but it is tricky, and if it doesn't work that doesn't mean you can't still get married, it doesn't even mean that you won't be with each other in the afterlife. It only means that your souls weren't compatible for one reason or another.
This could mean that one of you doubts the other, or it could mean that one of you isn't being completely honest. It could even be something as simple as one of you not wanting to merge your souls together, and those are perfectly valid reasons.
"Now, if you are still okay with going through with this, we can continue."
Sean and Kiara nodded, smiling.
"Very well. Now, take one another's left hand in your own."
They held each other's left hand in their own left hand.
"Activate your Aura."
Both activated their respective Aura, Sean's a summery sky blue and Kiara's the color of fresh cut grass.
"I want you to imagine each of you giving a portion of your Aura to your partner and when you feel a connection, hold that connection for five seconds. Any longer and you will give too much, any shorter and you won't give enough. Am I understood?"
"Yes." Sean and Kiara said in unison.
"Good, begin."
Ozma watched as both Bride and Groom held each other's hands and let some of their Aura flow into their partner. After five seconds he watched them release each other's hands and looked up at him expectantly.
"I am happy to announce that you have both successfully shared a portion of your soul with each other. Through this you will have a connection deeper than any you could have ever imagined. This connection will allow you to know where the other is at all times, know if your spouse is in danger, know how they are feeling. This is only possible because you trust in each other so deeply that your very souls wanted to connect. Do not take this gift lightly or use it in any way to harm your spouse. Use it to love each other unconditionally, and you will live a long, fulfilling life full of happiness."
"Thank you, Lord Ozma." Kiara sniffed.
Sean smiled at Ozma with a big watery grin. "May we offer you a hug Lord Ozma?"
Ozma opened his arms and hugged the nearly newlyweds. "Now." He spoke. "How about we get you both married?"
The Ceremony was beautifully done, Lord Ozma oversaw the proceedings while the priest officiated the wedding and they were married.
The reception was beautiful, they danced, and ate, and before long it was time for them to leave on their honeymoon... but what they didn't know was that that would be the last time they saw their village, for there was a secret that none of the townspeople knew about, a secret in the shape of four little girls. Lord Ozma's daughters.
But that would be a story for another time.
"And so that is the history of the Aura Sealing technique." Solomon said.
"So, we need to have the utmost trust in our partner?" Pyrrha asked.
"That is correct."
"And it can't be forced into an unwilling participant?" Coral asked.
"It cannot."
"Okay, what if one person drugs their partner?" Yang and Gale asked in unison.
"It would not work. Both parties must consent. The soul knows what consent is, and if the individual didn't give consent the soul will not only reject the attempt, but also fight back."
"Really?" Jason asked.
"Yes. It will use your Semblance to fight back against the intrusion. Think of it like someone attempting to rape your soul and your soul fighting back with a burst of adrenaline that will disable or kill the intruder."
"Oh." The group realized.
"Now, on the days of your weddings, we will meet in a room as tradition, and you will seal your souls together."
"And why are you being so generous?" Scott asked.
"Out reasons are twofold. We need someone to pass on the ways of our dying Order, and we wished to thank you for everything that you have done for us. You have saved us and the people of Atlas and Mantle. Thank you."
"Huh, You're Welcome I guess."
"Thank you, Solomon." Jason said, and I wish that we could stay longer, but with Ironwood hunting us, we need to get to Rubé sooner rather than later."
"Of course, Mister Todd. I wish you the best of luck."
"Thank you." Jason said as he led Weiss, Coral, Loki, Pyrrha, Jaune, Geoff, and Velvet outside and into his shadow portal that would take them to Rubé.
Atlas Academy: General Ironwood's Office.
General James Ironwood read through the report that had just been placed on his desk and stopped when he got to the report on Weiss Schnee.
"Someone made an error in this report!" Ironwood demanded. "It says that Weiss Schnee beat her interrogator with the wall! Who wrote this report? It's sloppy! How did she beat her interrogator WITH a wall?"
The temperature of the room dropped ten degrees as Ironwood's shadow stretched out over his desk and morphed to form Jason Todd who stood tall and imposing.
"Ironwood." Jason's voice came from the shadow.
"Mr. Todd. You're Here. I didn't realize that you would show up by just invoking Miss Schnee's name, though it's going to be Miss Todd in a few days from what I hear."
"You heard right General, though, she's going to Hyphenate. Schnee-Todd."
"I see. So, what brings you here?"
"You invoked Weiss's name. You asked how Weiss was able to beat someone with a wall. The answer is simple really. She's a mother and you threatened her child. You have no idea the lengths a parent would, or more aptly, should go for their child."
"Is there more to this than just an explanation?"
"You. Threaten Weiss or our child again and it won't be a wall I will beat you with. I will throw Atlas and all of its faded glory at you."
"Really? How do you expect to do that?"
"I can be very determined."
"I see. How about you hand over the Faunus and Mr. Patrick and I'll leave you, Miss Schnee, and your unborn child alone? I'll even let Mr. Patrick and Miss Scarlatina have their wedding... from a cell of course, but a wedding is a wedding."
"How about you meet me in front of Atlas Academy and fight me one on one? If you win then I'll hand myself, Geoff, and the Faunus over. If I win, then I get to Chuck Atlas as hard as I can and wish you the best of luck?"
"I'm not suicidal Todd! I know that there is no way on the Brother's Remnant that I can beat you."
"Then choke on a dick! Ass." Jason said as he disappeared into Ironwood's shadow.
"Never a dull moment Mr. Todd." Ironwood Said As he went back to reading the reports. "Someone get me the recording of Weiss Schnee's Interrogation!"
Rubé's Shop
Rubé was in his shop, working on a project when he felt someone leave from his shadow, many people in fact. "Ah yes. Welcome. I've been expecting you."
"You have?" Jaune asked.
"Yes. I've been working on your wedding attire ever since I found out about the weddings, and don't worry. Ironwood doesn't know about it. Now, come this way."
The group followed Rubé into a dressing room, with mirrors all around, that had four wedding dresses, three tuxedos, two cardigans, and a pantsuit hanging on the wall.
"Jason, if you please?"
Jason created seven copies of Rubé and each of them went to work.
The Rubé clone helping Weiss led her to an ivory Chevron maternity dress hanging on the wall. It had a lovely Ivory mesh over the dress giving it a comfortable yet dignified look to it.
"I wasn't sure how long into your pregnancy you would be when the time for your wedding arrived, so I made this dress with the expectation of seven to nine months into your pregnancy so I would have plenty of room to fit it to you when the time came."
"It looks beautiful." Weiss said.
"Thank you, Miss Schnee. I do live to meet my customer's needs. Now. Shall we see to your measurements?"
Weiss stripped out of her maternity dress and Rubé pulled out a tape measure to measure her shoulders, bust, stomach, and hips.
"You are going on 17 weeks?" Rubé asked.
"Yes." Weiss confirmed.
Rubé wrote Weiss's measurements down before saying, "You may put the dress on.
Weiss pulled the maternity wedding dress on, and Rubé began making minor adjustments along the material until he had it adjusted to Weiss's body perfectly with some room for any last minute changes that might take place.
"Ah yes this dress will look stunning on you." Rubé said. "I have the measurements I need, and I will make sure that the dress is extra durable, especially around the stomach, I'll probably use an ice Dust 7 weave so that any potential hits are stopped and frozen before it can do any damage, as for high velocity... hmm. I'll need to use a Titanium, Kevlar, Ice Dust 9 mix over Industrial strength 6 PCF ballistic foam. We don't want anyone hurting your precious cargo now, do we?"
"Thank you!" Weiss heard herself say.
"You're Most Welcome Miss Schnee. It will be done within the hour. If you would like to wait there is a waiting area right outside this room."
"Thank you." Weiss said, walking outside, and sitting on the bench.
Velvet was led to an elegant white dress. "Pardon me for taking the liberty to choose this dress." Rubé said, showing Velvet a Dress that went down to her ankles.
The skirt of the dress being a white material while everything over the waist was mesh with thicker patches of mesh forming designs to show some skin while still being tasteful.
"Oh, wow." Velvet said.
"Made with a silk, Kevlar weave this wedding dress will offer you protection against small arms but do little against blades. That is why I recommend wearing this cardigan. It may not look as Ascetically pleasing, but the combination will protect you against small arms and knives, and if you find the cardigan less than satisfactory, you can place it on a chair and stay close by."
"It looks very beautiful." Velvet said.
"But?" Rubé asked. "This is Your Wedding We're talking about, tell me what you like, what you don't like; what you hate, and what you love."
"I don't know how I feel about that mesh. It feels a little too... revealing, I suppose?"
"Then what are you thinking? Talk to me, I can't help you if you don't talk to me."
"What if the whole top was that thicker mesh?"
"I'll be right back." Rubé said as he left. He was gone for only a few moments before he came back with a sleeveless dress that had a thicker mesh for the top and a wraparound collar. "How do you like This?"
"It looks beautiful!"
"Excellent. I Love happy costumers. Now, I need to take measurements."
Velvet blushed as she began undressing down to her underwear.
"Would you feel more comfortable behind a privacy screen?" Rubé asked.
"Yes please." Velvet tried hiding her blush.
Rubé pressed a button on the wall and a privacy screen appeared from the ceiling, wrapping around them.
Rubé made the necessary measurements and allowed Velvet to try on the dress. "How does it feel?"
"It feels kind of suffocating." Velvet commented on the thick material.
"It is a multilayered dress with a thin layer of 6 pcf ballistic foam under a layer of Titanium Kevlar weave under the dress itself which is a blend of Rylon and Kevlar, so I'm sure that it is quite suffocating. I can make some adjustments to it so that there is a little more room."
"Thank you."
"You're Most Welcome dear. You can get dressed and go sit in the waiting area. Your dress will take an hour or so."
"Really?"
"Yes. With eight of me I can do eight times to work no problem."
"Okay, thank you, again."
"You're welcome." Rubé Said as he went to take care of Velvet's dress.
Loki walked over to a mesh side slit, halter top dress that had a lacy, mesh top with collar to keep it up, with designs in the fabric the only thing keeping it from being all revealing. The skirt was solid white silk with a back and only a strip of fabric, keeping it modest but leaving room for her legs to move around. If she wasn't careful, she would give everyone a show whether they wanted one or not.
she stripped down and pulled it on before showing Coral. "Hey babe? What do you think?"
Coral looked up from where Rubé was taking her measurements. "I think you won't have much to take off on our wedding night." She replied.
"I think it looks amazing." Loki said.
"I felt that you would like this style best Miss Saki." Rubé Said. "You Are free Spirited and don't like being confined. This gives you the best mobility while remaining modest. What do you think?"
Loki looked into a mirror. "I think it looks amazing, but do you have one that's one's solid fabric all the way up? I'm getting married, not staring in a wedding porno."
"Is that really how it looks?" Rubé asked, embarrassed.
"I think so," Loki said. "Hey!" She called out. Who else thinks I look like I'm staring in a wedding porno in this dress?!"
"I mean..." Coral began. "... considering what we'll be doing afterwards, you might as well be."
"I didn't want to say anything before," Jason said, "but one strong wind and we'd see everything your mother gave you."
"My mother gave me everything." Loki deadpanned.
"You know what I meant."
"Oh, are you scared that I'm going to flash you on my wedding day?" Loki teased.
"Well, if you're offering, I just won't wear my visor that day."
"Don't be rude."
Rubé came back with a similar wedding dress with the exception of it being one solid fabric all the way up.
Loki tried it on and looked in the mirror. "Thank you." she said, genuinely.
"You're Most Welcome," Rubé Said. "I'm so sorry that the other one was too revealing."
"Honestly," Loki said. "I wouldn't mind wearing it after the wedding, for my wedding night, but for my wedding day? It's a little too revealing and there are going to be kids there, looking at you Jay, and I don't want to raise any flags if you catch my drift."
"Hey Loki." Jason said before flipping her off.
"No thanks, but I think Weiss wants some of that. Look at her. She wants you."
"Weiss is in the waiting room Loki."
"Yeah, cause she's waiting for you."
"Not everyone has your and Coral's or Scott and Yang's uncontrollable sex drive." Jason countered. "Unlike you Weiss and I can control ourselves and have a scheduled time for sex."
"Oh, I forgot we were living amongst royalty. Does having all that money really make everything better?"
"No. It just makes getting into the fancy hotels easier. You haven't had sex until you've had it in a jacuzzi in the middle of your hotel room."
"Ummmm..." Coral said. "You haven't done that either. None of us have."
"Oops, guess the cats out of the bag now. I bought everyone a room at the paradise suites in Vale for their honeymoon as a wedding gift."
"No, you didn't." Loki said.
"I guess you'll have to wait and see." Jason stuck out his tongue and pulled down one of his eyelids.
"Ass." Loki said.
"May I take your measurements now?" Rubé asked, years of military training and working as a fashion designer giving him nerves of steel.
"Loki took the dress off and allowed Rubé to take her measurements.
"You may dress and sit out in the waiting room. Like the others I will make the dress as durable as possible while keeping it elegant and allowing you to keep your mobility. It shouldn't take too long to resize and make it battle ready."
"Thank you for your hard work."
"You are Most Welcome." Rubé Said as Loki walked out to the waiting room.
Pyrrha was led to a one shoulder chiffon gown with Pearl waistband.
"It looks beautiful." She said, running a hand over the fabric.
"I tried to match the Argus style as close as possible while still giving you room to move around." Rubé explained. "The skirt is removable and has a smaller pencil skirt underneath to allow you better mobility."
"I don't know what to say. This is amazing."
"May I take your measurements to make the adjustments?"
"Of course." Pyrrha said, looking a little hesitant at first before stripping down to her under clothes.
"Thank you." Rubé Said as he took down the measurements as quickly as he could while being thorough.
"Would you please put the dress on?"
Pyrrha slipped into the dress and allowed Rubé to take the necessary notes.
"That is all I need Miss Nikos. Your dress will be made as durable as I can make it without taking away your mobility. You May dress and sit out in the waiting room. It shouldn't take longer than an hour or two."
"Thank you." Pyrrha said as she left for the waiting room.
Rubé led Jaune to a Three piece suit hanging from the wall. The suit itself was black with a shirt that was white with a barest tint of blue.
"May I take your measurements?" The shadow clone that was helping Jaune asked.
"Oh, yeah, sure." Jaune said.
"Please Strip down to your under clothes then."
"Here? In front of everyone?"
"Would you like to use the privacy screen?"
"Yes please." Jaune whimpered.
Rubé flipped the switch on the wall and a privacy screen fell around Jaune who sighed in relief and began stripping down to his boxer briefs.
Rubé took down Jaune's Measurements. He took measurements of his Overarm, chest, Waist, and inseam before taking the measurements of his shoulders, from his shoulders to wrists, from wrist to wrist. "Could you bend backwards Mr. Arc, as if you were bending backwards to dodge a strike?"
Jaune bend over backwards and Rubé took that measurement.
"You may stand up now, and could you pull your shoulders back as if you are dodge backwards, or preparing for a two handed assault?"
Jaune scrunched his shoulders back, letting Rubé take that measurement.
"You can stand normally, and can you bring your foot up like you're going to stomp something into the ground?"
Jaune did so and Rubé took that measurement before having Jaune switch feet and he took that measurement too.
"Thank you, could you bend forward so I can measure the curvature of your back."
Jaune did so and Rubé took the Measurement.
"Stand straight and twist to one side, then twist to the other side."
Jaune did so and Rubé took the measurements.
"Thank you, please, try on the suit and I'll make note of the adjustments."
Jaune dressed in the suit and let Rubé make notes of what needed adjusted.
"I have what I need, you may take the suit off and get dressed. I'll make this with a titanium/Kevlar weave and add 6 pcf ballistic foam to the suit to keep it durable without diminishing the mobility. I can also as an earth Dust finish to the suit that will harden on impact if you would like?"
"Uh... sure!" Jaune said.
"Very well, you may Sit in the waiting room, it will take about two hours.
"Okay." Jaune said taking the suit off and dressing in his normal outfit before leaving and sitting with Pyrrha.
Coral walked over to the section of wall with a V neck sleeveless back cut out mesh patchwork Jumpsuit hanging on it and stripped out of her clothes before trying it on. "I must say that this is impressive. It will allow me to fight while looking stylish."
"That it will." Rubé agreed. "May I see what Adjustments I need to make and take measurements?"
"Knock yourself out."
Rubé pulled on the fabric, pulling it taut to make sure it would offer the best fit. When he was done, he asked: "May I take your Measurements?"
Coral stripped out of the Jumpsuit and hung it back up on the wall before letting Rubé take her measurements.
Rubé took the same measurements as Jaune while the others talked, apparently Loki thought the first dress he'd picked out made her think she was starring in a porn film and the others agreed with her.
Jason had apparently paid for single night stays for all of them to stay at the Paradise Suites in Vale on their wedding nights as a wedding present from him. That was nice.
Rubé took the last measurement he needed and said: "All done. You may get dressed and wait in the waiting room. I can make this out of a titanium/Kevlar weave, or I can use Dust infused silk as the basis. The Dusts I will use are Earth Dust number Eleven, Ice Dust Nine, and Gravity Dust 7. Which would you prefer?
"Which is more durable?"
"In the long run, the Dust Route would be more durable."
"Dust then."
"Very well. It shouldn't take more than two hours to finish this for you."
"Thank you." Coral said, dressing in the Outfit she'd worn here before walking out to the waiting room.
Geoff was led to a section of wall that held a three piece suit, black slacks and suit coat, white shirt, and black vest, pocket square, and cuff links with blue designs covering nearly every inch of it.
"Would you like to try the suit on first or allow me to take measurements first?" Rubé asked.
"Measurements first." Geoff said.
Rubé took Geoff's measurements, adding a few to compensate for the fact that Geoff used a two handed weapon instead of a one handed one, before instructing him to put on the Suit. "Would you like the Suit made out of the titanium/Kevlar weave or something else? I have Dust infused fabrics I can use or a Gravmium based fabric I could try."
"Le's go th' Dust infused route. I thin' tha' a 30/30/30/10 o' Ice, Earth, Gravity, an' Air will do nicely."
Rubé thought about that. "I'm not accustomed to my customers telling me how to make their clothes, and I'm certainly not accustomed to them being right. Usually, they try and give me these outlandish orders like every single Dust type in one article of clothing, but you have a point. Finishing with the Air Dust would allow for a certain amount of wiggle room since the Air Dust would create a cushion of air around you."
"Aye. Tha's why I suggested it."
"Then let me check the adjustments I need to make for the suit, and you can go to the waiting room."
Geoff dressed and headed out to the waiting room.
Jason walked over to a three piece suit with charcoal grey shirt, dark grey vest, black pants, and dark red suit coat hanging on the wall. "Before we begin, how durable can you make this suit?"
"How durable do you want the suit?"
"As my friend Torchwick is fond of saying, I have the durability of a freight train and the agility of a ballet dancer. I want it that durable."
"I see!" Rubé cheered. "I have been waiting for this moment my entire life. I have just the material for you. A special Gravmium Titanium Rylan weave that has an Earth Dust 11 and Ice Dust 9 finish with 6 pcf ballistic foam underneath and I can add Air Dust 39 As a Finish Just to make it pop. It will be the most durable work I've ever made."
"Then let's go with that."
"Yes sir!" Rubé Said. "Would you please put the suit on?"
Jason stripped out of his day clothes and pulled the suit on.
Rubé began making notes of the adjustments that Jason needed and made the calculations he'd need to make the changes with the enhancements. "May I take your measurements?"
"Yes." Jason said as he stripped out of the suit and stood in his boxer shorts.
Rubé took the Measurements down and allowed Jason to dress. "Your suit will take the longest Because of everything that needs to be done, about six hours. Would you care to wait or for me to call you when it's done?"
"Call me when it's done, and I'll come pick it up."
"Very well. Mr. Todd." Rubé Said, allowing Jason to get dressed and leave for the waiting room. He sat next to Weiss and heard something from the Shadow clone he'd left in Ironwood's shadow. "I'll be right back." He said disappearing into his shadow.
Ten minutes later he appeared back in his seat. "Sorry. Ironwood wanted to know why and how Weiss was able to beat her interrogator with a wall."
"Because he threatened our child!" Weiss snapped.
"I told him that and that if he threatened you or our child again that I would throw Atlas at him."
"How!?" Gale asked.
"I can be very determined." Jason explained.
"That doesn't explain Jack shit!"
"Sorry, it's the only explanation I have."
One by one the group disappeared until Rubé was left in his shop with seven shadow copies of himself, and they worked on Jason's suit until it was finished.
The shadow clones morphed into a clone of Jason who took the suit, paid Rubé for his work, and left.
Rubé looked at the Lien that Jason had given him. "You can take this back." He said to a seemingly empty room. "I have you guys the friends and family discount and 10% off for every asshole still living in Atlas. Your wedding attire is free, I'll take it out of the Atlesians by charging them an additional 30% to their purchases to cover it. I'll say it's because of the embargo or something."
"Are you sure?" his shadow asked.
"Yes, Call it My Wedding present to you eight."
"Very well." His shadow said, taking the money back.
Rubé sat down to enjoy a glass of Mantle Scotch. He looked over to see a small stack of Lien on his workbench and shook his head.
Later
The group met in the cafeteria on Beacon II to discuss the order their weddings would take place.
"So." Jason began. "What should the order be? We know that Geoff and Velvet are going on the fourth day so they can play catch up, but what about us?"
"Ours will take the longest," Weiss explained. "We need someone to invite the others, so that will be one day, we need to break and clean up the porcelain, that will be a night, out wedding will take a day, and the second reception will take a day, so we'll take the day before Geoff and Velvet, and have the reception after their wedding reception, and they leave for their wedding night."
Geoff and Velvet blushed.
"Sooo..." Loki said. "...Should we flip a coin for it?" She asked Pyrrha.
"I suppose." Pyrrha said.
Weiss handed them a coin from her shadow locker. "I have more so we don't need to buy any, unless you did buy more."
"Thank you." Pyrrha took the coin.
"Call it in the Air." Coral said as Pyrrha flipped the coin.
"Tails!" Loki shouted.
Pyrrha caught the coin and placed it on the back of her hand showing it to be heads.
"So, you get to choose." Coral said.
"Are you Play with going first Jaune?" Pyrrha asked, "Or should we go second?"
"We can go first." Jaune said.
"That settles it." Coral said. "The Order of Weddings is Jaune and Pyrrha, Loki and Coral, Jason and Weiss, and Geoff and Velvet."
"Sounds like a plan." Jason Said. "Now. If you'll excuse me, I have preparations to take care of."
They watched Jason disappear, not knowing where he was going.
"I suppose that we should call it a night." Coral said.
They said their good nights and went their separate ways.
Jason appeared in the armory and looked at the packages he'd already made, and the ones that he still needed to make. Even with his Shadow Clones, this was going to be a long night.