Dream → 004
The chapel is adorned with little orange flowers; orange roses, lilies, marigolds and orchids. The pews hold various Embryon and Lokapala, quietly chatting amongst themselves. Roland is seated over by the organ. He isn't actually playing it, he's merely sitting there beside him is an eager-looking Cielo.
Serph stands at the altar in a white tuxedo, a thick splash of orange across the front, similar to the orange mark across his regular uniform. Heat stands by his side as his best man, his tux a standard black with an orange "X" mark across the back.
"You're a lucky guy, Serph," Heat growls, a faint note of bitterness in his voice. His lips curl into a bit of a wry smile, reaching up to pat his friend on the back. "Heh... I'd kill to be in your shoes."
The chapel doors open and Argilla steps in holding a basket of flowers. Her white dress has an orange mark. Beside her is Gale, looking elegant in a black tuxedo with an orange bow-tie. He holds an orange pillow in front of him, two rings sitting atop it. He and Argilla walk down the aisle, the pink-haired sniper scattering flower petals across the white rug.
Dressed in an elaborate, ruffled wedding dress, being led down the aisle by Bat--
...Is Mick the Slug.
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[Serph bolts awake, drenched in a cold sweat. It isn't often the Leader is fazed but right now, his eyes are wide in some combination of absolute horror, disbelief and disgust.]
[...Heat was welcome to take his shoes if he still wanted them.]
[payment 1/2 for city pass]