The rain drops came crashing down onto the limousine's dark as night colored glass panes, it being a cloudy day didn't help the sombre atmosphere get to even Toreno Shultz.
Alongside him were two of his most trusted friends, family perhaps would be a much more suitable term to denote them as, worthy they were of such a title. Randy Ottens, and Nicholas.
Just to the opposite of them were familiar faces, a very special Doctor, wearing his most expensive and dazzling suit that he could possibly muster up, having to borrow one from Toreno would be rather embarrassing after all.
The Marshal's infectious smile that made the slow ride bearable, and of course at last but never least, Captain Iventskeein, folding up his arms and looking out at the window imagining the day to be boring as always.
Driving them to the ball was of course the receptionist, they didn't have anyone else today that could help them, and being the entitled pieces of schnitzels they were, offered her a promotion for such a daunting task.
"Did Sen really have to leave right now? Like seriously, I get having to get back to the south quadrant and all, but what's the Ambassador there for then?"
,"The Ambassador? That guy's a total jerk, and knowing who he really is, it's no wonder",
,"Iventskeein! That's not a nice thing to say!",
,"Marshal, you make me want to kill myself sometimes. . .",
,"Stay professional people, professional!",
Everyone just rolled their eyes at Toreno's attempts at entering the conversation. Failing at it miserably didn't cost him much, for in their eyes he didn't have anything at all already.
"Is anyone not going to ask why we got her to do the driving though?", Whispering so as to not offend the young woman, Niko did wonder why such a peasant was in their carriage of awesomeness, and not Sen instead.
Both knew how to drive, but one was the epitome of manliness, a chevalier in the sky and humble bro in any moment.
"Don't be sexist Niko, that's Toreno's job", glaring at Toreno the Doctor seemingly didn't want to miss a jab at his special frenemy.
He darted his eyes across to everyone in a single motion before coughing, clearing his throat to answer, Randy of course being the voice of reason, "sir, besides the very few amounts of people on the list, she's the only person who can drive us there, not to even mention the fact that she should be compensated for working on a sunday"
Toreno smirking at the young man in sickly sweet pleasure, figuratively licking his lips to turn the stiff man into a bumbling mess of emotions, at least what he wanted to accomplish being that, "ooh! Looks like some one's got a crush!"
"Yeah, no seein' it, Toreno, and it's probably you going sweet on that woman we saw earlier-"
Disbelief suspended for a second, Toreno waltzed right back into action in a frenzy of panic, seemingly some type of stupor even.
"Atatat! I did not have any ill intent on her! I'm not even into blondes!" Everyone felt their attention focus onto the pathological liar shushing them all up, Toreno Shultz; A.K.A The Grand Marshal.
Rolling their eyes they stapled themselves to their leather seats in ever growing pregnant silence, the sound of the rain preventing everything from growing any more dull, if there wasn't any, they'd probably have more fun in a haunted house than the silent limousine of pure black.
"Did you know? Rats can feel pain?",
"Cool, an interesting fact about yourself again Toreno?", Iventskeein juggling jabs at The Grand Marshal's expense ushered in the cat amongst pigeons scenario once more, perhaps even perfect entities aren't entirely flawless.
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An umbrella in hand, the cold chilling atmosphere and air that smelled of dirt and dust brought the sense of the weather once more, the blonde was a bit wet but that was the least of her own concerns.
"I'll hold my own, you get some shelter, I'll see if they can let you in too", nodding at her boss. . .well, boss' boss she hesitantly followed the entourage of men.
The sounds of revving up engines came to ear shot as two jeeps, nearly unnoticeable in such weather, appeared side by side.
Inside said jeeps were familiar uniform wearing individuals, acting as a hive and huddling up after opening the gates to enter.
"Red Guards! Take the cars and all to the underground parking! Follow protocol everybody! Stay frosty people!", Niko and Randy heard their boss call out while winking at them.
While not entirely appalled by said gesture, they certainly didn't welcome the inclusion of the line 'stay frosty', seemingly reminiscent of pastries, something both dearly loathe, despise and satisfactorily would destroy if comes to it.
The hive, almost as if not entirely comprised of individuals nodded, although the blonde didn't see it, her boss' boss and his fellow certainly did.
Coming up to the palace plaza's central area in the heavy rain they quickly came under clear shelter, being welcomed in by one of the members of the Church itself, Reverend Pastel perhaps if Toreno's acknowledgement to the man was anything to consider.
"Toreno Shultz? I believe?", Pastel inquired with a slight lean. Donning a stark contrast to their black he wore a pure white outfit, standard Church uniform for members of his ranks after all.
"Yes, of course! Greetings Reverend Pastel, it's an honor to be invited here!", Showing the hints of a smile while handing out the tickets to show his genuineness to the situation.
With a warm smile and welcoming hand he showed them to the front of the place, the entrance if you will, guests arriving sooner or later, or perhaps just in time like the entourage right now.
A school bus for Golden High also in scene, the lanes of streets now filled with parked cars not using the V.I.P parking areas given to the most affluent and powerful.
Darting their eyes at one another Niko and Randy nodded, something felt slightly misplaced in the scene, but call it callous disregard for tbe situation that they ignored it.
"I see. . .the tickets are for a total of six people, but we right here have 1. . .2. . .3. . . 4. . .5 and. . .6. . .plus an odd seven?", The Reverend casually started, but observing something to be a bit off he peered at the group while checking everything.
"Well, I see you have an extra in the group, no worries, I'll let it pass this one time!", Giving a hearty smile at the nervous blonde he let them all in, the absolute grandeur beauty of the interior out shining the outside's.
Believe it or not, but you could fit nearly one and a half buses inside the chamber large size that too.
Tables lined up with cuisines that seemingly somehow rivalled Shultz corporation's hotel's in the area,
perhaps not the ones from anywhere else however; a mighty feat in and of itself however as the clocks ticked down.
Randy saw the lined up deserts and knew at once what commotion could occur ahead of time, knowing him and Niko the pastries might be gone within the next minute or two.
The smell of the chamber was fully well done in Niko's humble opinion, tasting a glass of wine brought to him by one of the volunteers, thanking him meticulously for all the work he had done till now.
The blonde, a tad bit uncomfortable in such a grand environment, quickly moved through with it and seized the opportunity to relax a little and enjoy the deluxe high life while she could.
"Marshal, care to join me for while?", Captain Iventskeein, while grinning at his own superior raised a glass of champagne,
while he knew not to drink, in such an occasion who cares about the laws?
Certainly not the lawyer in town.
Smirking at his compatriot from high above he took the challenge with joy, a wonder it was to see the famous Captain of the Black Brigade finally take the time to throw it all in for now.
Now all that were left were the
Blonde nibbling down already on the tonnes of dishes on the sides, Toreno Shultz and his old and still bitter rival, "care to join me in meeting the holy bastard himself?", speaking in a way no one could hear and with a smirk all present could enjoy he proposed ahead of time.
Raising a brow at such a maneuver, yet agreeing to it was the Doctor, clockwork in his foot steps alongside the Grand Marshal.
Their history might not date that far to
the conception, a mere eight or so years,
but being the oldest of the bunch besides
a practical handfew, they had much in common, the first Doctor and Grand Marshal.
"Grand Marshal, what do you think is going to happen?", keeping his cards to himself never was his fellow's strong point, opening up several different options to achieve a variety of layered endings he hoped perhaps?
Looking back at him he smiled with a playful wink, acknowledging his question and giving his answer as the finale of the night seemingly, "what ever happens with us usually", an enigmatic phrase that jump started the Doctor's meticulously working brain to action, the cat was in the bag as they say.