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24 September 2015 @ 08:09 am
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Chapter Nine

"With Each Other" was the largest wedding organizer in the Empire. They were utterly aghast at the thought of a mere five months of preparation time. "The dresses! The flowers! The cakes! The venue!"

/// It evolves into the biggest, semi-public battle of the coordinators verses the participants evah!

Ebsa cleared his throat. "We thought, the garden at Versalle. And the staff ought to take this right in stride . . . "

"No, no, no! Not for the wedding of the President's daughter! The Grand Mosque is the only possible . . . "

Ebsa and Paer met each other's gaze.

"We will survive this." Paer swallowed, as if refusing to add "I hope."

***

Isakson glared at him. "You will wear the keffiyeh and agal of a Warrior of the One."

Ebsa paused, mouth open while his sense of self-preservation caught up with his tongue. He cleared his throat. "Of course."

He commed the wedding planners. "Who is in charge of the groom's clothing? Ah, well, I believe I forgot to mention that as a Warrior of the One I will of course be wearing . . . "

/// Much horror . . and then grudging acceptance.

"But the keffiyeh _must_ coordinate with the tuxedo, and _must the agal be _that_ shade of green... And I mean, Montevideo, the boy's probably a Catholic... Can't we just forgo the whole head gear thing? And what about Paer's tiara and veils? They'll have to be..."

***

"It's not too late to elope." Paer's voice was a near growl.

"Oh One! What now?" Ebsa eyed his comm in alarm.

"They want me to diet and stop exercising. I'm apparently too muscular and healthy for their waif-like imaging of the prefect bride."

"Tell them to stuff it. Point out what a blow to their business reputation it would be if they made the wedding dress the wrong size. And tell them you intend to dance in it."

"Oh, let's not even mention the four meter train."

"Detachable. Treat them like giant rats. Make them respect you."

"When I said yes, I ought to have hauled you straight to the nearest priest."

"Heh. I ought to have done that years ago."

***

"Paer! Paer! Did the wedding planners actually call you fat?" Newsies holding mics up to catch her reply.

"No, they said muscular. I pointed out that I was a directorate agent, not a high society anorectic. I just hope the dress fits the real me, not what they imagine my shape ought to be."

***

"You are pathetic." Ra'd grinned. "Do I need to show you how to handle the artistic temperament?"

"He's not an artist. He's a tailor who's putting on airs."

"Come with me. I will save you from the nasty man."

Ra'd's friendly hand on his shoulder shoved him through the door.

The nasty little man had a manikin dressed in a green tuxedo front and center.

Ra'd prowled around it, eyed the other cloth draped around the room. "A green tuxedo? No, I think not. A bit too much for good tastes. Let's go with the dark cream." He grabbed some cloth and draped it over the green monstrosity. Turned back for a scrap of shiny deep green fabric. "Dark green silk pocket accent. The agal can be that dark too. wind some gold cords around it. Make the keffiyeh a cream a shade or two lighter for contrast. Silk, of course."

The male wardrobe coordinator scowled but jolted down a note.

Ra'd flipped a limp wrist. "Just think of the striking contrast of red roses in the boutonniere. Darling! It will become the rage. Men will flock to you for elegant masculine garb."

The nasty little man paused, eyes slowly widening. "Oh! Red roses have been out for so long . . . "He snatched a bit of red whatever and twisted it up and held it against the dark cream, edged the dark green closer . . . "Oh yes! Time for red roses to return! I will . . . I will create a trend!"

Outside, R'ad crawled into the back seat of the car and fell over laughing.

Ebsa slammed the door on him and walked around to the drivers seat. "So . . . don't you and Nighthawk want a fancy wedding?"

"One no! She'd have killed someone by now."

"You are so weird. Stone cold warriors are not supposed to be Ahhhtists, daaahling."

"Ha! Look at yourself, Daddy to Dinosaurs. Warriors had some . . . interesting hobbies." Ra'd sat up finally. "So. I'm afraid to ask what they are doing to Paer's dress. And I have to get back to work, so you'll have to deal with that yourself."

***

Ebsa stared at the computer model. Blinked. "Ha! Very funny. Now what are you really recommending?"

Indignant stares.

He looked back at the screen. Hadn't changed.

He kept his voice level and calm with an effort. "I do not care what the latest fad is. Pictures of this wedding will be shown for decades to come. Centuries. My wife will not be immortalized with a peek-a-boo hole in the front of her wedding gown. And why the high neckline?"

"To hide her excessively developed trapezius muscles." Three noses elevated.

Paer trotted in. "Sorry I'm late . . . " She stopped dead.

"I've already said no."

"Good." Paer looked at the three stubborn women. "Are. You. Insane? I'll be back tomorrow, and I expect a traditional design."

She walked out, Ebsa on her heels.

"I am going to strangle them. I swear, I'm going to do it."

Ebsa steered her away from the limo and toward his car. "C'mon. Time for us to do some planning. And bring in the big guns."

"Your mother?"

"And my step mother. Those three don't stand a chance."

 
 
 
(Anonymous) on September 24th, 2015 01:36 pm (UTC)
Stepmother?
Would that be Raod (having been married to his father)? Or they could bring in Rael or Xiat, or even the Fiend.
matapampamuphoff on September 24th, 2015 02:05 pm (UTC)
Re: Stepmother?
Raod. She paid his way through college, sent him everything of Ogto's that didn't go up in flames.

In the Senior Year thing I'm doing she sends him things that were out at the cleaners or otherwise not in the house, "Now that you're tall enough that it might fit." including the suit that's getting a bit thread bare here.

Amongst my notes to self are Ebsa going to Montevideo for a visit and asking her who his father's tailor was and getting hauled in by Raod and his mother for "everything a young man needs, in a quality suitable for someone dating the president's daughter."

Edited at 2015-09-24 02:13 pm (UTC)
matapampamuphoff on September 24th, 2015 02:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Stepmother?
I've also not written the scenes where Paer meets Ebsa's mother, and Ebsa encounters Paer's embittered mother.

Paer and (Eek! Mom hasn't got a name!) hit it off. Ebsa and (another name!)... he needs to set her up with someone. Umm...she doesn't deserve Agni...does she?
matapampamuphoff on September 24th, 2015 02:31 pm (UTC)
Re: Stepmother?
Papparazzi snaps a picture.

Across, a catty non-friend smirks at Paer. "See? I told you the Closey would cheat on you."

Paer snatches picture. Stares in disbelief. "He's having dinner with my mother! One, I know that expression, he's trying to charm her. Waste of time. Oh...I never wanted him to meet that sour, resentful..."
Bretbretw on September 24th, 2015 05:40 pm (UTC)
LoL! These scenes are hysterical!!!!!!!

These definitely need to be published eventually!

hollybambolo on September 24th, 2015 07:13 pm (UTC)
So does Paer also need to wear Warrior regalia? I foresee wedding gown designers and EMTs meeting shortly if she does!
matapampamuphoff on September 24th, 2015 08:59 pm (UTC)
Isakson glared at him. "You will wear the keffiyeh and agal of a Warrior of the One."
Ebsa paused, mouth open while his sense of self-preservation caught up with his tongue. He cleared his throat. "Of course. Umm . . . Paer?"
"I am not suicidal. Never tell a woman what to wear to her own wedding."
(Anonymous) on September 25th, 2015 01:14 am (UTC)
Point of continuity; Has Paer been certified as a Warrior by this time? I remember right after the conclave she was talking about Isakson not being willing to certify her because she had "the heart of a healer".
matapampamuphoff on September 25th, 2015 02:18 am (UTC)
By the time I get around to publishing this, I'll have figured that out.
hollybambolo on September 25th, 2015 02:28 am (UTC)
So then the question becomes does she want to? I kind of hope she does decide to, just to spite the socialites.
(Anonymous) on September 25th, 2015 06:04 am (UTC)
Point of continuity; Has Paer been certified as a Warrior by this time? I remember right after the conclave she was talking about Isakson not being willing to certify her because she had "the heart of a healer".