offyougonow: (Look at all the fucks I give!)
King Erasmus the Randomly Biased ([personal profile] offyougonow) wrote in [community profile] eswareinmal2012-09-09 05:15 pm

Choose Your Own Marital Adventure!

Characters: Everyone's Favorite King and You!
Where: The Castle Courtyard
When: 19th of Rebirth's Decline
What: Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today.



The townspeople have wasted no time in setting up the bit of green by the castle with all the decorations from the Height's Moon Dance and the Ball of the Slain Monster, making it look utterly festive and down right gaudy. Young ladies, dressed in their finest pressed together, looking as if they would explode with excitement while the young men stood more stiffly, though with no less anticipation.

Finally, the King stepped onto the hastily arranged platform, a huge grin on his face. "My people! Since yesterday, I have been flooded with papers!" he gestured to the attendants on the side who had two large sacks that looked positively overflowing. "The love that these heroes show for you truly knows no bounds that they would be so willing to sign themselves over to this, eh?" he joked, getting a laugh from the crowd.

"So today, let this all come to a momentous conclusion! Bring the sacks!"

There was a near deafening roar as the attendants drug over the bags of paper, the King all the while grinning up a storm.

"Now! Let's see who the lucky ones are, shall we?" he exclaimed before pushing up his sleeve and plunging his hand down into the first bag, papers fluttering and escaping off into the air as he pulled out a single crumpled paper.

"The names are....!"


[[OoC: If you want your characters name chosen, reply with their name in the subject line! Just an onlooker? No subject heading needed! The King will pull as many names as people want. Have fun!

edit: Also! Feel free to puppet the nameless NPCs!]]
bondsoflove: (what's the date)

[personal profile] bondsoflove 2012-09-12 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
He didn't trust the scribe to be able to figure it out--references to the "private language" he shared with Shin and Bakura kept showing up on the notice board. Even if they did figure out it was actually a real language, he doubted they'd have the tools to decipher it. So he continued leaning against the pillar, smirking.

Until a hand shot up in the air and Matilda screeched out, "It's the Knight of Fire!"

Damn it.