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mcyt-amber-tftsmp · 3 years

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Dream SMP/MCYT:-

CC! Ranboo:

- You guys met at highschool. You were basically a new student who moved into town from Britain! He was basically called to show you around and you two basically hung out with each other the whole day during and after school and became pretty good friends.

C! Ranboo:

- You are basically Phil's daughter and you met Ranboo on his first day in the Dream SMP lands and helped him with the tour along with giving him armor and other supplies he had needed. You two mostly hung around all day and became good friends.

CC! Foolish:

- You are a small streamer and one day you decided to raid Foolish after you were done with your stream. After you raided him, he thanked you and after he finished his stream he DMed you asking if you wanted to colab with him and you answered with a 'yes' and that's how you guys met online and became friends online and in real life after learning you two have the same area code.

C! Foolish:

- You are basically Awesamdude's daughter. One day you were exploring different areas on the SMP until you came across a portal in the Nether which led you to a desert like area which had many ancient Egypt like builds. Then you noticed a figure running around opening chests and as you came closer you saw the person was like a half-totem half-shark person. He seemed to notice you and introduced himself to you and you did the same. He basically showed you around the place and told each other about yourselves and eventually became friends.

The Village That Went Mad:-

Catboy! Corpse:

- You were a traveler and happened to stumble upon the village. Robin basically was the first to spot you and brought you to town to meet the Mayor Jimmy. Cat (Catboy! Corpse) offered to show you around town and you two basically became very good friends in less than two hours.

Cornelius:

- You and Cornelius were very good friends when you two were kids. You guys are still very inseparable and some see you two as siblings even though you two aren't but happen to be really good friends!

The Lost City Of Mizu:-

Ranbob:

- You met Ranbob after the incidents that took place in Mizu. He wasn't really talkative when you first met him but learned that there wasn't much oxygen left for him to live here so you offered to take him back home with you which he reluctantly agreed after a few seconds of thinking. He really wasn't used to being on the surface but knew eventually he would get used to it.

Charles:

- Your brother, Benjamin or Benji introduced you to Charles and the rest of his friends. You were basically the same age as Charles but a month younger. You and Charles hit it off really quick and became good friends. Benjamin was secretly shipping you guys along with Isaac and Cletus.

Isaac:

- You two met around town. He was basically carrying a huge stack of books from the library and accidentally bumped into you which resulted him dropping the books. You apologized profusely as you helped him pick up the books and thankfully he wasn't mad and apologized for not looking. Surely you helped him carry the books back home and got to know each other more.

((Author: When it comes to Charles and Isaac none of them died except in the Ranbob one so yeah- ._.))

The Masquerade:-

Ranbutler:

- You two met at the Masquerade Sir Billiam III hosted! You were technically the youngest person to attend the Masquerade but of course you weren't younger than 16 or older than 17. Rather than talking to the other guests you would make your way and talk to Ranbutler. He was shocked at first when you talked to him but he enjoyed talking to you. You also may or may not have paid Sir Billiam a good amount of money so Ranbutler wouldn't work for him anymore and technically he was happy about this.

James:

- Like Ranbutler you two met at Sir Billiam III's Masquerade Party. You basically felt bad for James when Billiam asked about his wife who basically divorced him and left with her family. You decided to start a conversation with him hoping that it would make him a bit happy here. You told him a few jokes which would make him chuckle or maybe make him laugh a bit. He opened up to you a bit more which basically made you happy.

((Author: Oh and the Red Egg does not exist in here cause why not? >:) I have the power!))

The Wild West:-

John John:

- You were technically Mason's adoptive sister. You ran away from home since you despised your brother and his friends for being bandits plus your parents could care less about you. You came across this town and thought about staying here for the night before continuing on your journey. You came into the bar to just get a drink but of course nothing alcoholic. You were greeted by the bartender who introduced himself to be John John. You two talked most of the night since no one around at the bar plus helped you sleep in the inn. You met a few people at the town and just decided to stay here.

Mason:

- Your brother, Flint Michigan aka Connor introduced you to Mason and also to Jack Kanoff. You weren't really a huge fan of your brother's job by being a bandit. Mason was basically two months older than you and you two made small talk and sometimes he would be a flirt and in return you would be flustered and hit his arm to shut him up. You would receive a smirk from him which you really want to wipe it off his face.

((Author: Oh yeah and no one really dies lmao!))

The Haunted Mansion:-

Ash:

- You two met at school since you guys both have most of the same classes together. You two were basically best of friends. You were later introduced to his twin brother Zachary who was surprisingly taller than Ash.

Zachary:

- You two met for the first time at the AirBNB that your friend Connor invited you to. You really not sure if you wanted to go at first but Connor said there were two boys who were the same age as you so you gave in. When you knocked on the door of the AirBNB you were first greeted by a boy who seemed to be freakishly taller than you open the door. He introduced himself to be Zachary. You even met his younger twin, Ash who was basically a few inches shorter than Zachary.

The Pit:-

Ran:

- You two basically met at the Gladiator event that Porkius VII held. You were basically down at the area were everyone were waiting to fight against each other. You saw a few people talking to each other except one person who basically looked like an enderman but with green eyes. You were a bit nervous to talk to him but you went up anyways to strike a conversation with him. He didn't talk much but he did listen to you and would smile every once in a few minute or so.

Jackie:

- You were Genevieve's little sister who also joined the Gladiator event. You didn't talk to anyone besides your sister and when your name was called up for the semi-finals you fought against Jackie in which you ended up losing to. Jackie felt bad for injuring you so he picked you up and went back to the others and patched you up. You thanked him afterwards and wished him good luck in the finals.

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ask-those-dumbasses · 3 years

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Lore Post About The Gods

There are many gods in this universe, we are only going to be talking about the relevant ones. Otherwise this is gonna turn into the Greek God family tree very fast and trust me we don’t want that. So, let’s talk about some gods!

The God of Time - Avus Tempus (Grandpa Time)

General information:

The oldest god and the god that interacts with people the most, Avus Tempus is the most well known. He is the keeper of time, making sure it passes normally with no great disturbances. He watches as time passes, but does not interfere with mortal disagreements, even if he disapproves. He says that it is not his job to interfere.

Avus is older than time itself, and is the creator of the other gods. Avus was also the creator of the first Time Demons - which he calls his children with great glee. He has been given many nicknames over the years, with the most common being “Grandpa Time.” The limits to his powers are unknown, but is it commonly known that he can control the flow of time, and can open portals to different dimensions or various periods throughout time by roaring. People also know that he, with the help of his two direct children, Moíra and Apeiro, killed the Titan of War during his rampage.

(Bonus: Grandfather clocks were named after him)

Appearance:

Avus appears as a long serpent like dragon with no arms or legs, green scales, golden horns and eyes, with long white hair down his spine and on his chin, making a beard of sorts. Legends say that his body extends forever, able to loop around the earth. Avus himself jokes that he has not ever seen his own tail. His fur is said to be as soft as clouds, and his scales are so tough that no spear could pierce it. However, despite being immortal, Avus himself is not completely immune to the effects of time. His eyes are pale and milky, showing that with age his sight has gotten very poor. Today he would be considered almost legally blind.

Where they live:

Avus lives in a huge palace on the top of the largest mountain on Earth. The mountain is called “Mortum Manga,” and is on the “Multi Ossa” mountain range. Inside his palace are intricate carvings on the walls that tell the history of the world, from Avus’ creaton on to current day. There is also a fountain which is called the “Fountain of Youth.” Contrary to popular belief, this fountain does not make you immortal or young, but instead heals all sicknesses. It was named the Fountain of Youth because it was used to cure a large plague that was mostly killing children.

Along the side of the mountain is a small village called “The Village Of Lights.“ These people often interact with Avus directly. In fact, every 5 years they hold a festival where they light various sky lanterns and send them into the sky. Afterwards, Avus comes down to the village and talks to them. He specifically likes to meet with all of the children - who he likes to call his grandkids.

Personality:

He is an extremely friendly and passive god, often inviting people to come and have tea with him in his palace. Overall, Avus is very polite and is more than willing to shelter anyone if they ask. However that is difficult for most - since not only does he live atop the highest mountain, he also does look very intimidating. In reality he just wants to talk about how your day has been going. Avus is most certainly the kindest god that mortals can talk to.

He tries his best to keep up with new terms, words, controversial topics, etc. Because of his old age it can be hard for him to keep up. He ends up coming across as that overly supportive and sweet grandparent that doesn't understand but is trying to. (Ex: “Are you a boy or a girl? I cannot tell. My vision isn’t what it used to be. Oh wait - are you one of those non-berries? Not binaries? So sorry I don’t remember.”). Because of his age he is also considered very knowledgeable and wise, and people will sometimes come to him or pray to him for advice and counsel.

Avus is mostly considered to be extremely patient and calm, however there have been reports of him being fiercely protective of his “little village.” Those who have dared to harm those living or seeking refuge there have mysteriously ended up turned to stone.

The God of Life, Death, and Fate - Apeiro

General Information:

Apeiro is the god of life and death, which means it’s their job to make sure life is balanced. Apeiro can keep populations down through plagues, famine, natural disasters, or other means. Aperio can also bless certain times with good crops, more births, or other means to make sure populations stay up if need be. It is important to remember that Aperio’s job is NOT to make life/death fair. Apeiro also makes sure that spirits end up in their proper afterlife. Apeiro can also tug on the strings of fate, not manipulating them completely, but pushing them where they want it to go.

They stand against large acts of necromancy, however, they made a deal with Alita long ago. In this deal, Totems Of Undying were allowed to be created and sealed deep inside Jungle Temples. It is unknown exactly what Apeiro got in exchange for allowing this to happen but people have speculated that it has something to do with the existence of Wither Skeletons, which guard Nether Fortresses, and Withers, which can be made with a combination of three Wither Skulls and Soul Sand.

Apeiro also assisted Avus and Moíra in taking down the Titan of War.

Appearance:

They have a dark gray cloak/robe that wraps around them and flows dramatically to the floor. It drifts behind them, rippling and waving like there’s constantly a breeze. At the edges of the cloak there are dozens of tiny white stars. They don’t have a face, just a black shadow that flickers around the edges when you look directly at it (which is something you should never do). They do have hands that look like skeleton talons that float separately from their body since they do not have arms. They also have horns that used to merge as a sort of crown above their head. Now, from previous battles, those horns have been splintered and broken in two.

Where they live:

Apeiro lives inside a castle, which has the foundation of the skeleton of an ancient colossal dragon. They live with their younger sister, Moíra. Apeiro specifically lives in the head - which has been remade into a massive throne room mixed with a fancy ballroom. The neck leading up to this room is a very long hallway that has many statues of many different people. These people are referred to as “Champions,” and they are previous winners of the Champion’s Cup.

This skeleton castle is called the “Fossa Palace” and it can be found in the middle of the “Decaying Wastelands” desert. It is unknown what killed the colossal dragon, but rumors have spread that Aperio did it themselves and decided to make it their home. Regardless, when the wind blows in the cold of night, people say they can still hear soft roars and hums of the dead dragon.

Other than living with Moíra, Apeiro lives completely alone and does not normally travel outside of their castle. They only do so in big emergencies such as universal threats or large acts of necromancy.

Personality:

Apeiro is very dramatic and adores big and grand theatrics. The Champions Cup itself was created out of boredom since messing with mortal lives from the sidelines can only entertain a god for so long. Speaking of which, Apeiro finds great entertainment in watching mortal lives, and loves to play with them. Whether this is good playing or bad playing, depends on their mood. Apeiro finds it amusing to poke and prod at people’s lives from time to time, and is considered a being of madness from a few of their victims. Apeiro laughs as a witness to human wars, and sees all mortal conflict as beneath them. They will sometimes even find glee in watching other gods squabble over petty things.

The Goddess of Karma, Justice, and Fortune - Moíra

General Information:

Moíra is the goddess of karma, justice, and fortune. This means she mainly watches over humanity and tries to keep people’s lives fair, even, and balanced. She gets very angered when there are big atrocities happening in the world, or even just when excessively unfair things happen to good or bad people. She is often the judge and jury and innacts justice as she sees fit. Moíra is a very patient force as well, and ensures that eventually, in one way or another, that good things happen to good people and bad things happen to bad people. karma is a patient force.

She also blesses those she sees fit with various fortunes (whether this be money, something more spiritual, or something emotional will depend), or will take away from those who have committed horrendous crimes,

Moíra also helped Avus and Apeiro kill the titan of war, and was the main one leading the charge against him.

Appearance:

Moíra wears an extravagant white robe with golden patterns of leaves as an accent. She appears as a youthful human woman with dark skin and curly hair, but is very unnerving to look at. Her eyes are pure gold, dripping liquid gold down her cheeks. She has large curling goat horns which are decorated with various gems. Moíra also wears a laurel headpiece as a crown, with a bright red ruby in the center. She constantly floats just above the ground in order to keep herself clean.

Where they live:

Moíra lives inside a castle, which has the foundation of the skeleton of an ancient colossal dragon. She lives with her older sibling, Aperio. Moíra specifically lives near the top of the rib cage - which has been remade into a large fighting stadium. This stadium is where a tournament called the “Champion’s Cup” is held once a decade. There is an observatory hanging from the top of the dome ceiling, this is where Moíra resides. However she can also commonly be found with Aperio, or in the castle's library. Moíra does travel outside the castle for business purposes and works with people a lot.

Personality:

Moíra is much more careful about keeping balance then Apeiro is, and is much more responsible with her powers. Moíra also tends to scold her older sibling very often and is not very trusting of them. People think that the only reason Moíra lives with Apeiro is because she wants to keep a close eye on them.

By and large, Moíra is a very patient and slow god. She takes her time and thinks her actions through for a long time before acting. She thinks, a lot, and makes very calculated decisions like some sort of gamemaster. Moíra is willing to play the long game and waits for the pieces to fall into place so she can enact her plan properly.

Moíra is also very vengeful, and remembers all of the little wrongdoings people have done. However she is very fair with her punishments, at least, she sees what she has done as fair.

The Goddess of The End and the Keeper of The Void - The Enderdragon

General Information

History says that long ago there were Colossal Dragons; dragons that were born small and slowly grew throughout their lives until they were bigger than mountains. They have largely gone extinct because food became scarce and they were unable to eat enough to maintain their size. Some of their skeletons can still be seen to this day.

People know whispers of an old tale, about a dragon larger than mountains who rules The End as queen, and controls the Endermen as slaves to her will. That long ago she attempted to wipe out all life on this planet, but failed due to an intervention from Moíra, along with Avus who both banished her away from the Overworld. They say that one day, The Enderdragon will return, and have her revenge on everyone who dared forget her name.

The majority of people don’t even believe she’s real, and some have never even heard of her. Most people believe The Enderdraon is a made-up myth tale that was made by man to explain the unknown creation of Endermen. Some people see The Enderdragon as a sort of boogeyman figure, a tale Dragon Riders will tell their children to get them to behave; Others believe she’s just some rumor made to prevent people from exploring The Stronghold. The only thing people know for certain, is that people who have dared to enter The End have either been never seen again, or come back with horrifying stories and with their children being cursed and becoming Endermen hybrids.

Appearance:

In stories she is illustrated as a large black dragon, bigger than mountains, with large grey horns and wings. The wings are usually torn, along with many scars from various battles decorating her body. The most prominent feature is her bright purple eyes. It is said that she breathes hot purple fire.

Where they live:

In the End, one of the many different dimensions in this universe. It is mostly illustrated as many floating islands made of pale yellow sand. There are various crumbling purple buildings, along with purple plants that grow an odd fruit with teleportation abilities called “chorus fruit.” Endermen in the overworld are sometimes seen holding these. In the center of these islands are 10 tall obsidian pillars- each with an odd crystal that contains healing abilities, but only for The Enderdragon.

Underneath the islands of the end is an endless void of darkness. It is unknown what could possibly be down there. Those who have tried to find out have never returned.

Personality:

In the legends, The Enderdragon is painted as an angry, vindictive, and spiteful dragon who wants nothing more than to watch humanity burn.

The Goddess of Magic - Alita

General Information:

Alita is the keeper of all the different types of magic. There is Protection Magic, Elemental Magic, Combat Magic, Enchantments, and Necromancy. Alita is the higher power that can control all of these types of magic over others, and because of this is considered very dangerous. She can grant magic to people if they sacrifice something of great value. If she gives you magic then your spells will always appear as pure black.

Alita can also freely travel through the different dimensions - The Overworld, The Nether, and The End. She also creates permanent portals that are scattered all throughout the world. One of these portals is The Stronghold - which is a permanent portal to The End. It is unknown where others may be.

Alita is also the mother to all Kitsune, each born under a different type of magic. Kitsune are made to help Alita watch over the Overworld since she lives deep underground in The Nether. However, it is not uncommon for Kitsune to diverge from this purpose and instead do their own thing. Alita does not see a problem with this, since not only can she freely make new ones, but if she really needs to she can force her will onto the Kitsune that rebel against her wishes.

Appearance:

Alita appears to be wearing an elegant masquerade mask that looks like a peacock. You can barely see one white eye and a small beak peeking out from the mask. Nobody, except for a few other gods, knows what she looks like under the mask. Anyone who has seen does not remember. Alita generally appears to be avian-like, being part Peacock. She has peacock tail feathers that fan up whenever she gets angry. However, the eyes seem a little too real, and people have reported getting headaches from looking at them for too long. Over her body is a beautiful silk purple dress with silver accents on the ends. She also wears many different rings and necklaces that have been given to her.

Floating around her are five multichromatic flaming orbs that flash different colors. Each one stands for a different type of magic. Protection magic is represented by an icy blue, Elemental Magic flashes between red, dark blue, and light green depending on the element, Combat Magic is represented by royal purple, Enchantments is represented by orange, and Necromancy is represented by a dark green.

Where they live:

Alita lives very deep underground in the nether, in the darkest caves surrounded by bubbling lava. Various bones decorate the entrance to her cave and she has a massive throne made of gold.

Personality:

Alita is described as the cruelest of the gods. While Aperio may mess with fate, that is their job and they ultimately keep some semblance of balance. Alita will play games with the mortals who dare to visit her simply for the fun of it. She is very playful and likes to toy with people, forcing them to make extremely difficult decisions and pay the price for their hubris.

Alita can be won over with attention and praise however. She adores it when people grovel and give her positive attention just for a silly favor. While she may not often go out into the world, Alita is always open to visitors of any kind. After all, the visitors are often very entertaining.

The Titan of War, also known as The Blood God - Sanguineous

General Information:

Not much is known about the Blood God. He has mostly been lost to ancient legend. They say he was an old titan that became more powerful the more he killed. So, he became power hungry and so full of bloodlust that he attempted to wipe out all life on Earth. Because of this, he was killed by Moíra, Avus and Apeiro. His name is only known from old tapestries and ancient texts; Sanguineous.

Some say that he is not dead, but is simply resting for the right time to strike again. Some say his bones are what made the Multi Ossa mountain range. Some say that his presence can still be felt to this day. Some people do know that those who have been touched by his presence have pure red eyes. Other rumours tell of pockets of underground lakes that still hold the old Titan’s own blood. There are whispers that those pockets hold unimaginable power, if only someone could find and harness them.

Appearance:

Old paintings and tapestries depict the Blood God as a creature made purely of bone - but only an upper body up. His chest is shown to be a human skeleton, with the hands mutated into large claws. His head, however, is depicted as a large ram skull, with humongus black horns and glowing red eyes. Sometimes, he is depicted holding a large netherite axe which he attempted to split the earth with.

Where they live:

Since the Blood God is dead, he does not live anywhere. When he was alive he did not live in any particular place. He simply wandered the Overworld.

Personality:

The only thing known is that he wanted nothing but for blood to be spilt from each end of the earth.

#not an ask #lore dump #gods #Avus Tempus #Apeiro #Moíra #The Enderdragon #Alita #The Blood God #Sanguineous

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writing-the-end · 4 years

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WS Chapter 37: Seasons Change

Previous Chapter

Masterpost

So anxiety’s been a real pain lately, but i”m not going to let it stop be from writing. I did get an ao3, though I’m just putting up LoL on there right now.

either way, another hermit meets the wanderers! Reminder that all of this was written at the beginning of s7, so this is before Keralis became stupid rich.

Red belongs to @theguardiansofredland

Ecto belongs to @cooler-cactus-block (red teach me your waysplz)

“You keep disrespecting the magic, Grian, some day it’ll come back to haunt you.” Scar hums, still put off by Grian trying to get rid of the crystal he’s been giving him. These are priceless, and yet Grian finds so much joy in tossing them around like trash.

“Sure it will, Scar.” Grian chuckles, kicking the sand of the desert beach Iskall has laid claim to. Grian holds the rowboat over his head, rolling his eyes but smiling.

“You of all people should know not to challenge magic- you’re a magical creature yourself!” Scar turns around, putting his hands on his hips and jutting out his chin.

“Just get in the boat, Scar. You’ll ‘ave lots of time to berate Grian in there.” Stress points out, tossing her vessel into the water with relaxed ease. Avon sets down the fresh jungle boat carved for her and Ecto. Mumbo plops down his boat, looking at Red.

“Getting in?” He questions. They have just the right people to fill every boat.

“Red doesn’t need the boat.” Ecto chuckles.

“What do you-” Red’s holler cuts Mumbo off as he goes running into the Hermiatic sea, leaping into the warm waters. “Right, fish person.”

Red swims through the water, her streamline from cutting through the sea. Water rolls off her scales and skin, tossles her hair, and clings to her clothes. Welcoming the kipling back home. It’s a welcome return to her natural habitat, with dolphins squeaking and whistling to greet her and a curtain of tropical fish becoming a mosaic around her. But it feels like a hollow return. This isn’t her ocean. When she gets home, will it still look like this? Is it already destroyed by that Blu?

Red rubs her eyes, exhausted from everything that’s been happening. They were attacked, and Red was helpless as her friends were gravely injured. They managed to escape to this world, only to lose each other. The fear of losing Ecto and Avon, even for just a short amount of time is terrifying. What would he do without them now? Without Ecto’s keen observation skills, or Avon’s unrelenting determination.

He grabs hold of his backpack, surfacing quietly and watching the hermits and his friends. He sees Ecto, wounded across the back. He watches Avon’s hand grip her side, covered in bandages. Losing his friends would be just as bad as the knowledge that he may lose his family. His friends are his family. Red’s fingers run along the emerald eyes of the statue Scar gave him. The smooth gold and polished emerald have become a way for Red to calm down by rubbing it. Fred may be creepy, but he’s helped him through a lot.

Red swims up beside Scar and Grian’s boat, poking her head out and kicking her legs to keep up with them. “So where are we going? Do we need food? I’m really good at fishing, I really am.”

“Keralis lives on another shore of the Hermiatic sea, and he definitely should know where Xisuma is.” Grian answers.

“I would love some fish. I didn’t bring any more potatoes.” Scar chimes in, hearing his stomach growling at the mention of food.

“How many people live on this hermiatic sea?” Red questions. She feels like she’s met so many already, are there more out there?”

Grian taps his finger, letting go of his oar. “I think we’re twenty two strong this time around?”

Red’s eyes widen at the thought. So many people, all gathered together. Red isn’t sure she’s ever seen that many people apart from villages. But these guys definitely aren’t village folk. She dives back underwater, zipping ahead and snatching fish with her teeth and claws. She drops her catch off with Scar, leaving the freshly caught cod on his purple robe. She’s like a cat, leaving fishy surprises in all of the boats. Ecto and Avon know to protect themselves from a fish, but Mumbo can only whimper and groan as a scaley salmon is tossed into his lap.

The group of travelers follow the shoreline, watching the beach change to jungle, and jungle to savanna. Acacia trees sparsely cover the rolling, dry grass. But for the wanderers, it leaves a bad taste in their mouths. It reminds them of Blu, the whole reason why they’re here, why they aren’t continuing their journey to Red’s home. Avon tries to feel better by reminding herself that they can at least gather information while they're here. Learn more about who that person was.

“So...who is this person we’re going to see? To show us the way to the world wizard?” Ecto isn’t sure she likes how many people are joining in on this journey. Her fellow wanderers were already a handful to remember and keep track of. Adding in Grian and Scar, previous people she had come to know and trust, was about the most she could handle. But now she has to worry about this Iskall guy, Stress, and the creature they call Mumbo.

“His name is Keralis. He’s a master builder. Honestly sometimes he puts me to shame when it comes to house designs.” Grian states, pulling up to row beside Ecto and Avon.

“We may have locked him up like we did you guys as well.” Scar winces, offering an apologetic smile as everyone glares at him. Still some negative sentiments there. “I mean, when you see the man, you’ll understand why we thought it. He’s like...twenty percent eyeball and thirty percent mouth.”

“There’s his base. Or… at least his starter home.” Iskall points to the hillside near the water. Blue containers stack atop one another, and construction machines sit idle in the turned up dirt. A few villagers are hard at work in the construction zone, though they all stop and stare at the incoming strangers. When Avon draws close, the villagers back away. Even in another world, they still fear her. Even in another world, she’s still a monster. She can never escape it.

“Hello my beautiful friends! Oh, and some new faces!” Keralis leans out a window, waving his hands vigorously. He leans farther so that they can see him more, and loses balance out the window.

The band of hermits and wanderers all wince, the heavy thud of Keralis hitting the ground below the open window. Stress rushes over to help, but Keralis is back on his feet before she can grab his arms. He wipes dirt from his wide eyes and gives the crew a wide smile. “Aww man, I had a record going...three days without an accident.”

“Damn, that’s a pretty good record around here.” Iskall hums.

“Who are these guys? Beyond new friends?” Keralis creeps closer to the wanderers, his curiosity met with the same from Red. The two look at one another, sizing the opposite up before breaking out into giggles. Apparently both deemed the other a worthy friend.

“I’m Red, the tall one is Ecto and the scary one is Avon. Trust me they’re a lot nicer than they look. They’re awesome friends.” Red squeezes her friend’s hand.

“Ah, well welcome, welcome. I hope my friends have been treating you well while you’ve been in our world.” Keralis shakes hands with Red and waves to those that don’t seem interested in interacting physically.

“Oh, ah yeah about that…” Scar grimaces, hoping to pave over such a sensitive topic.

Unfortunately Grian beats him to it. “Scar thought they were aliens too. Locked the wanderers up in Area 77 too.”

Keralis’s eyes and smile freeze, becoming cold as he turns his head from the wanderers to Scar. Keralis’s voice hisses through his teeth, dripping with anger. He still holds a bit of a grudge. “Did he now?”

“Whoa, hey we all cleared it up, right? We’re all friends now.” Scar backs off of Keralis, knowing the man can be particularly vicious if he wants to be. Behind those bug eyes and agape mouth is a killer. He’s a master at Head Hunt.

“Scar let me pet his cats!” Red coos, and luckily for Scar her cheery attitude towards him seems to be enough to quell Keralis’s blade.

“Alright, alright. New world, new leaf.” Keralis pulls off his helmet, tousling his hair free from the yellow safety hat. “What can I do to help you guys? Wanna buy a book?”

“Actually, we were lookin’ fer some info. Do you know where Xisuma is based?” Stress rubs her neck. She actually could use another mending book, but she isn’t carrying the diamonds on this journey.

“You want to see Bee-shwamy? What fore?” Keralis tips his head, sitting on a barrel next to his heavy work machinery. He was just with him the other day.

“He may have information that our friends here need.” Grian fills.

“He’s the smartest guy in the world when it comes to general facts of life. Man’s a wizard for a reason.” Iskall adds. “Sorry Scar...a real wizard.”

Ecto steps forward, bumping a mumbling Scar out of the way. “We were attacked in our own world by these creatures from the nether. They destroyed my home.”

“You mean pigmen?” Keralis frowns, looking over the hillside to see if Porky’s there. He didn’t think pigmen were that organized.

“He wasn’t a pigman.” The winged one, Avon, hisses. “He could talk, and he definitely wasn’t zombified or anything.”

Keralis rubs his chin. He has no clue about anything of that sort. The only person he could think that may know more is either Xisuma...or perhaps Tango. “That’s definitely some strange news. We should get to see Bee-shwamey to get this sorted out. Follow me!”

Keralis hops off his boxes, waving for the team to trail after him. Across the grasslands, another jungle rises. Trees with high canopies and vibrant leaves brush in the dry savanna wind at the interface between plains and forest. Avon is quick to grab onto both Ecto and Red. She’s not losing them again. If she had a lead, she’d put them on it.

The other hermits stick close as well. All of them have gotten lost in their own jungle, it would be so much worse in a jungle they have no knowledge of. Keralis, however, has no trouble hopping over short oak trees and swinging through the vines. His cheeky grin never falters, constantly wide eyed and taking everything in. Observing every inch of the world around him.

The jungle doesn’t stop, even when construction starts. Vines and trees creep around the white concrete, and pathways arch over the leaves below. The forest is as much a part of the construction as the scaffolding. Just as much a part of the build as the chests and lighting. Somehow, the sleek, futuristic style perfectly blends with the chaotic, ancient patterns of nature. Whoever has built this is in tune with nature.

“Oh hello there friends.” Xisuma waves, tangled up in vines that he has gotten caught in while flying. His pockets are filled with jungle saplings, clumps of dirt falling from the roots and across his mask. He spits out a pebble. “What can I do ya for?”

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Happy Independence Day to all of my American friends!

So, this July 4 themed, modern royalty drabble is very loosely based on Prince Harry’s infamous trip to Las Vegas but different because it’s with Klaroline : )

This is dedicated to my favourite angry baker @megansarah11. Happy belated birthday, luv!

Justice and Independence

Lobby - MGM Grand Hotel - Las Vegas, Nevada - July 3

“Why did you decide to get married on the Fourth of July weekend in Las Vegas again?” Caroline insisted, pushing her way through the throng gathered outside the MGM Grand, bags in hand.

“Because we met at this hotel three years ago on Independence Day. I thought it was romantic returning here to exchange vows,” Lexi replied. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember, Care? You were there when we met, although the margaritas might have affected your memory.”

“Very funny,” she scowled.

Of course she remembered that weekend. Bonnie had been dumped by her worthless, cheating boyfriend and Katherine had convinced the four girls to take a road trip. One that, unbeknownst to Caroline, would end in Nevada. Las Vegas to be exact. Katherine argued that had she told her their destination Caroline wouldn’t have come and she was right. Vegas just wasn’t her style she’d insisted, to which Katherine replied with an exaggerated eye roll.

Caroline wasn’t boring, well that’s what she told herself anyway. She’d always been too busy during college striving for the best grades for her future career and it had paid off. She was the newly-appointed director of a not-for-profit organisation and couldn’t think of a better or more fulfilling way to spend her time. In fact, she was due in Malawi next month to tour the much needed sanitation infrastructure they’d built in one of the poorest villages.

If she was being honest, the overt opulence of Vegas didn’t quite sit well with Caroline. But Lexi was one of her closest friends, so she’d never begrudge her a dream wedding. She’d always liked Matt and had to admit they made the perfect couple.

He was the star quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers and had been on a team trip when they’d met poolside. Their chemistry had been instantaneous and Caroline had never seen Lexi so happy and that look on Matt’s face when they were together was enough to convince Caroline he was equally as besotted.

Feelings aside, Caroline was determined to survive the weekend. She was one of four bridesmaids and knew she had to make this occasion perfect for Lexi.

“Seriously?” Katherine groaned. “What’s with the hold-up? I need to get to the spa pronto and combat this dry skin thanks to this stifling desert air.”

“It shouldn’t be a moment Miss,” the receptionist assured. “We just had an unexpected VIP guest check-in.”

“What are we, chopped liver?” She muttered under her breath.

“Who are you exactly?” Caroline teased, knowing the celebrity was Matt and his teammates, not them. He had a last minute practice session and so was arriving later that day.

“Well, that would explain the traffic madness outside,” Bonnie huffed, placing her bags on the ground with a bang. “Last time I checked I wasn’t your personal porter, Katherine. We’re only here for the weekend, what the hell do you have in here?”

“I need to be prepared for any occasion, Bon. So anyway, who’s this mystery VIP?” Katherine purred, leaning across the desk and exposing some extra cleavage on purpose. “Anyone we’d know?”

“My lips are sealed,” he uttered, his eyes reluctantly diverting from her cleavage. “Looks like your rooms are ready and our wedding planner has said she’ll come up shortly to finalise the details for tomorrow.”

“Hallelujah,” Anna sighed, joining them at the front desk. “I hope there’s going to be a nice goodies basket included too?”

“You practically ate like a three course meal on the drive over, Anna. Do you ever think about anything else?”

“Ah, no,” she grinned. “Come on ladies, let’s get this party started.”

Skyloft Suite - Two hours later

“These lights are bloody impressive,” Enzo whistled, taking in the view of the famous Las Vegas strip from the suite window as the sun slipped lazily over the horizon in streaks of bright oranges and pinks.

“Says the Vegas virgin,” Klaus smirked from his place in the hotel spa.

“We can’t all be Princes and travel the world,” he scoffed. “I’m just a lowly protective services agent who’s lucky to even get a vacation given your gruelling schedule of social events Romeo.”

“You’re welcome to take my place, Enzo.”

Although people liked to think he had the perfect life, Klaus hated all of the unwanted scrutiny and attention his position attracted. His siblings seemed to accept the responsibility far better than he ever had and Klaus was more than happy to let them do that while he enjoyed himself to the fullest, starting with July Fourth weekend in Vegas.

“I’m not sure you mind too much when it comes to protecting Rebekah,” Klaus responded, sending his body guard a knowing smile. Although not public knowledge, the attraction between Enzo and his younger sister and princess was well known amongst their entourage. It had been simmering for some time but the Queen didn’t look too kindly upon such an uneven match for obvious reasons.

“You know more than anyone else about my professionalism,” he responded tartly. It was true and Klaus wished his grandmother could see just what an honourable match he would be for the Princess, if she bothered to get to know him. “Which is why I’m going to tell you…”

“Please, enough with the lectures,” Klaus groaned.

“Well, I wouldn’t be doing my job if…”

“Last time I checked you’re my bodyguard, not my mother, mate.”

“Well, someone has to be, Klaus.”

“You’ve been around Rebekah too long,” Klaus shot back, sending his brother a dirty look. “Now, how about a whiskey? I’m absolutely parched.”

Morimoto Restaurant - Four hours later

“To the Bride and Groom,” Anna toasted, raising her champagne flute in the air.

Matt, Katherine’s brother and Anna’s boyfriend Jeremy and his NFL teammates Jesse and Tyler had arrived a few hours earlier and the bridal party was enjoying the rehearsal dinner at the famed Japanese restaurant at the MGM Grand.

The rest of the table repeated her sentiments, clinking their glasses together in celebration. Caroline felt the tension in her body slowing start to ebb away, finally beginning to relax. That massage at the spa earlier was just what she needed. Maybe a wedding in Vegas wasn’t going to be so bad.

It certainly wasn’t going to be your typical wedding, with only the bridal party attending and the small reception taking place at one of the private cabanas with July 4 themed fare. They wanted their wedding to resemble how they met after all.

“Does anyone know who this mysterious VIP is staying at the hotel?” Katherine asked the table, looking specifically in Matt’s direction. She’d been stalking the hallways hoping to find out who was staying at the MGM Grand but no luck so far. Caroline had to give her friend points for dogged determination and persistence.

“Why are you looking at me?” He baulked. “You know just because I’m a football player doesn’t mean I know every celebrity out there, Katherine.”

“You really need to get over this weird scavenger hunt, Kat,” Caroline implored. “I mean who really cares about celebrities; you know present company excluded and all that.”

“I care,” she pouted. “What if it’s Chris Hemsworth or Brad Pitt?”

“Well, last time I checked Kitty Kat, Chris Hemsworth is happily married,” Bonnie observed. “And Brad Pitt is just all sorts of complicated right now and I never took you for the child friendly type and he’s got like a lot.”

“Plus, aren’t we good enough company for you?” Lexi asked, feigning annoyance.

They’d all laughed off her curiosity as dinner arrived. The girls were staying together overnight even though they had their own rooms. So, Caroline had ventured back to her suite to grab her pyjamas and some overnight supplies.

Given their room was only directly down the hall, Caroline decided to change there, putting on her pyjamas which consisted of a blue, fitted singlet and tiny, white shorts and tying back her blonde waves into a high ponytail. Grabbing her toiletries bag, she opened her room door not expecting the sight that met her in the corridor.

He was stark naked, well except for a cowboy hat placed strategically over his nether regions. Caroline wasn’t sure where to look. His toned physique was nothing short of impressive and those dark, blonde curls, crimson lips and stubble weren’t so bad either.

“Hide me, please?” He pleaded, racing past her and into the doorway wearily, looking back briefly before going inside. “There’s someone I really don’t need to run into looking like this.”

“And yet you feel the need to punish me instead,” she shot back, just as he pulled her inside too and shut the door behind them. Caroline shivered as his pale skin made contact with hers, desperately trying to avert her gaze. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in here?”

“Sorry, I don’t usually make a habit of running into strangers’ rooms,” he apologised. Caroline couldn’t miss his crisp, English accent as he said it.

“And what about running around public places naked?” She asked her eyes fixed firmly on the floor, hoping to avoid anything even more awkward.

“Only when I lose a bet and we’ve run out of ice,” he explained. “I mean the odds of beating a straight flush are extremely rare and…”

“I cannot believe this,” she interrupted, her eyes still not meeting his naked form. “I’m calling the police.” Caroline made her way towards the bedside table and reached for the phone.

“Oh, come on love,” he attempted to reason with her. “There’s no need to be so hasty. This is just a little misunderstanding. You’ll laugh about it later, trust me.”

“I highly doubt that,” Caroline hissed, forgetting about his current state of nakedness and glancing over to meet those blue eyes briefly.

“Please, don’t,” he begged. “If you do, things could get a little messy.”

“Oh really? More than this?” She argued, now placing both hands on her hips. “I’ll give you thirty seconds to explain.” As she stared at him more closely (carefully trying not to peruse any lower than his neck), Caroline was trying to figure out just why he looked so familiar.

“My family won’t look upon this too kindly, I guess you could say,” he uttered feebly.

“So, you’re scared of having to explain this to mommy?’ She scoffed, thinking he was just another rich kid with a trust fund. "Unbelievable.” She picked up the phone, pushing a button and listening for the operator to dial out. “Yes, I’d like the Las Vegas Police Station, please.”

The naked stranger took his opportunity grabbing the phone receiver from her tight grasp, his cowboy hat falling onto the ground in the process. Caroline was too dumbstruck to fight back, whoever this guy was he certainly had some impressive assets. “Oh my eyes! What do you think you’re doing?” She managed to bite out, her face flushed and Caroline knew her skin was now a very deep shade of pink.

“Sorry about that,” he murmured, replacing the receiver and returning the hat over his private parts. “But I, uh, couldn’t let you call the police.”

“Obviously,” she growled. “What do you want? Money or something? Is this some pathetic attempt to rob me?”

“Yeah, I’m your friendly neighbourhood, naked thief,” he teased. “Look, I don’t want your money, I just needed somewhere to hide out but I’ll leave. Any chance you could lend me a robe though?”

“Unbelievable,” she muttered.

“Well, if you’d prefer me like this then,” he smirked, flashing a stray and not so unattractive dimple in her direction.

“I never said that,” she snapped, retrieving the white, fluffy robe from the hooks on the back of the bathroom door before throwing it at him unceremoniously. “In fact, there’s nothing I’d love more than for you to put some clothes on.”

“Not that I’m judging or anything, but you’re almost as bad as me,” he offered, turning his back to her and flashing his taut backside. When it came to a perfect physique this stranger had it all, pity about his weird personality traits.

“And how do you see that?” She growled, relieved to see him tying the robe at the front as he turned back around.

“Well, where were you going in those skimpy shorts and singlet? Booty call, sweetheart?”

“Seriously, you are really going to judge me right now, buddy?”

“I’m not complaining or anything, I was merely stating…”

“Urgh, get out,” she huffed, gesturing to the door. “Wouldn’t want mommy grounding you or anything.”

As soon as he’d left Caroline leant against the door wondering what the hell had just transpired. And why did he still seem so familiar? Caroline wasn’t going to take any chances, placing the other robe over her pyjamas and making her way to Lexi’s suite thinking this was best left between her and the arrogant stranger.

SkyLoft Suite - July 4

“I cannot believe you left the room naked,” Enzo chided, as Klaus consulted himself in the bathroom mirror the next morning. “I take a phone call and go to the bathroom for a few minutes and your idiotic; high roller buddies let the Prince of England go out in public with only a Stetson to protect his modesty.”

“Well, to be fair I did say I’d get the ice if I lost that hand.” Klaus had called some of his wealthy; Las Vegas mates around so they could have a friendly poker match, not expecting it to descend into such frivolity. It was Vegas though and drinking neat scotch all night would do that to a person.

“Naked though? How old are you again? You know anyone could have seen you, dumbass.”

“Well…”

“Well, what? Don’t tell me I’m going to turn on TMZ and find you strolling around the hotel butt naked.”

“I did recognise Nathaniel Lucas, that Royal correspondent from The Mirror, skulking around the place but don’t worry grandma I ran into a nearby suite before he saw me. I’ll have you know that even completely inebriated I still have my wits about me.”

“Well, thank god for your bloody wits,” Enzo muttered. “And you wonder why you need a babysitter?”

“I thought you didn’t like me calling you that?”

“I don’t but it’s true,” Enzo muttered begrudgingly. “Do you think they found out about the wedding and that’s why Lucas was sniffing around?”

“The Groom doesn’t even know I’m coming to his wedding, let alone The Mirror.”

Matt Donovan had unexpectedly become one of his good friends after they met at an English pub when he was playing an exhibition NFL match. They’d started a competitive game of darts and the night had descended into some drunken fun. Given their high profiles Klaus and Matt would usually try to catch up discreetly and avoid the unwanted media attention.

When he’d told Klaus he was getting married and asked him to be groomsman, Klaus had turned him down telling Matt that he didn’t want his and Lexi’s wedding to descend into a media circus. His disappointment at declining never faded though and Klaus decided to make a surprise appearance.

What he hadn’t expected was to turn up naked in some girl’s suite last night. Klaus had to admit that uptight hostility was kind of refreshingly sexy, so too the woman herself. Especially attired in such skimpy clothing. The one thing he’d been relieved about was she didn’t seem to recognise him and they’d no doubt never see each other again.

“So, should I ask about this stranger’s suite and the robe you managed to acquire in the process? I hope there’s no lawsuits pending, Niklaus. I’m not sure the Queen could take it.”

“You are sounding more like my grandmother every day,” he drawled sarcastically. “Now, who’s ready for a nice, summer wedding?”

Forever Grand Wedding Chapel - Three hours later

Lexi looked beautiful. Caroline always knew she would but seeing the strapless, white Vera Wang creation on her was absolutely stunning in this moment. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into a chignon at the base of her neck with a few wavy tendrils framing her face. Pearl earrings complimented the similar embellishments on her dress. Although the reception was going to be a casual affair, Lexi wanted her wedding ceremony to be more traditional.

“Are you ready?” Caroline grinned, passing her the blush pink bouquet of peonies. Anna, Bonnie and Kat were organising some last minute details with the wedding planner leaving Caroline to finalise Lexi’s outfit.

“Too bad if I’m not,” she grinned. “Also, I should let you know that there’s going to be a new addition to the bridal party.”

“Excuse me? You seem entirely too calm for such a big change this close to the ceremony.”

“One of Matt’s friends decided to surprise him and show up in Vegas,” she explained. “I figured I could be a complete bridezilla about this but I know how much it means to Matt. And, let’s just say, it was difficult to say no to this particular addition.”

“Who is it, another teammate?”

“Uh, no not quite,” she uttered. “Anyway, the numbers were uneven and you know how much I like symmetry so that means you and Bonnie don’t need to share Jesse. Although I’m sure he’ll be gutted by that fact.” Given the groomsman had been making jokes in the lead up about having two women to share, Caroline was pretty certain he would be.

“Anyway, we’ll talk about that later. Come on Care, let’s get me married.”

Caroline wanted to ask about this mystery groomsman but if Lexi was relaxed then so was she. Caroline regarded herself in the mirror one last time. Lexi had chosen flowing, chiffon gowns for the four girls, each in a different shade. Hers was a beautiful, peach strapless dress, her blonde hair flowing over her shoulders in loose waves.

As the familiar music began to play throughout the small chapel, Caroline took her position to walk up the aisle after Bonnie. As she made her way to the makeshift altar, Caroline’s mouth dropped unable to hide her surprise.

Standing in a grey suit was her naked visitor from last night. She was surprised she recognised him given he was fully clothed. Unfortunately he looked more handsome than ever and she couldn’t miss the knowing smirk he sent her way. Bastard. Why he of all people was part of the bridal party Caroline would never know.

It was only when she was standing across from him that it hit her with blunt force. She knew exactly who he was and suddenly she felt a little ill thinking back to their conversation the previous night. She decided to blame her ignorance on the fact his state of undress had proved to be a very large distraction.

One hour later and they were dressed down in bikinis (each corresponding to the colour of their bridesmaid gown) lazing by the pool at the intimate cabana venue. Tables were filled with a selection of July fourth goodies including; hot dogs, burgers and potato salad, amongst other things, and a red, white and blue wedding cake to complete the theme.

“I have to admit I’m liking this menu,” Caroline smiled, biting into a slice of fresh watermelon. “But I think we have enough here to feed an army.”

“You forget, we have Anna,” Bonnie teased, watching their friend practically hoover up the food.

“I heard that,” she muttered between mouthfuls.

“At least now we know who the mystery VIP was,” Katherine murmured taking in his appearance appreciatively. He and Matt seemed to be having fun catching up, both seated by the pool with their legs submerged in the water, Coronas in hand. “I never would have guessed royalty though, Matty Blue eyes certainly is coming up in the world.”

“How does Matt know the Prince of England exactly?” Bonnie asked, looking to Lexi curiously. “And who’s the serious brunette loitering over there? I noticed him standing in the corner of the church too.”

“That’s Enzo, his security detail,” she explained. Caroline wondered where his security detail was when he was running around the hotel naked. “As for how they met, apparently it was at the pub. They played some darts, got raucously drunk and bonded. Probably not the most conventional meeting story with a Prince.”

“Who the hell cares how they met,” Anna purred, eyeing him up. It was obviously the only distraction that would make her cease stuffing her face. “He is even more gorgeous in the flesh, especially in those tight….”

“Ah-hem. Excuse me, boyfriend here,” Jeremy interrupted, overhearing their conversation.

“I still think you’re gorgeous, honey,” Anna cooed. “I told you, I love you more than cheese, remember?”

“And that’s saying something, Jer,” Katherine told her brother sarcastically.

“Gee, thanks sis,” he groaned, jumping into the water to join his teammates and spraying them all with water on purpose.

“Mature,” Katherine squealed, wiping the unwanted water from her skin. “But more importantly back to the Prince. It should be against the law to look that good in swimmers.”

“Oh, come on, he’s not that good,” Caroline lied, remembering that body well and exactly what was housed under those swimmers.

“Are you feeling okay, Care?”

“Yeah,” Bonnie agreed. “Has the hot, desert sun warped your mind or something?”

As much as she wanted to agree with her friend’s assessment of his physical attributes give they were in fact true, Caroline knew exactly what a smug bastard he was and had no intention of telling anyone about their unorthodox first meeting. The fact that he represented the royal family and was wandering around naked in hotels spoke volumes about the kind of person he was.

She could feel his eyes trained on her across the pool and she suddenly felt flustered knowing it wasn’t only due to the hot, desert sun as Bonnie liked to put it.

“I’m going for a swim,” she murmured by way of response, slipping into the pool and submerging herself under the water, determined to try and wash him from her mind.

Private Cabana – Ninety minutes later

To say he was surprised to see the familiar blonde walking up the aisle was an understatement. Not only did she look more beautiful than ever, she also happened to know his friend. How, Klaus wasn’t quite sure. But he had every intention of finding out and that was exactly what he did earlier.

“So, you did well, mate,” Klaus said, gesturing to Lexi from his vantage point by the pool with the groom.

“She is certainly gorgeous,” he grinned.

“Well, that and the fact she keeps your idiotic ass in check,” he laughed. He hadn’t known her long but from what Klaus could tell Lexi could hold her own.

“Her and the other four,” he joked. “It’s like I’ve not just gained a wife but four very opinionated sisters.”

“So, she’s known them for a while?”

“Since high school, you couldn’t get four more different girls. Speaking of which, looks like you have a few admirers across the pool.” Matt said, gesturing subtly towards the brunettes checking him out.

Although all very attractive, Klaus was only interested in the gorgeous blonde and by the looks of the complete disinterest on her face, she didn’t feel the same way about him.

“You know I prefer blondes, Matt.”

“Well, you’ve picked the wrong blonde,” he chuckled. “Caroline isn’t your type and she is way too smart to be seduced by you, even if you are royalty.”

“I’m deeply offended by that,” he baulked. “Maybe I don’t want to seduce her. Did you ever think that I might like her?”

“You only met Caroline like five minutes ago, man,” Matt scoffed. “Excuse me if I’m dubious about your intentions.”

What Matt didn’t know was they’d actually met earlier than that. Granted he didn’t make the best first impression but Klaus was hoping to change that and felt like this coincidence was his chance. Unfortunately by the curious glances of her friends, his cover was well and truly blown now.

“Small world, huh?” Klaus offered, joining her by the BBQ to get some patties for his burger. Looking at her in the peach bikini, Klaus couldn’t believe how stunning she seemed to get every time he saw her. That disapproving look on her face wasn’t doing her any favours though.

“Yeah, too small,” she mumbled, her eyes not leaving the meat sizzling away.

“I am sorry about last night, if I’d known…”

“What? You wouldn’t have jumped into my room completely naked last night?” She hissed.

“Well…” he trailed off thinking that it wasn’t the first time he’d placed himself in a precarious situation after a night of drinking.

“Look, I get it,” she interrupted. “If this is because you’re scared of me telling my friends and the Queen or whoever else finding out, then don’t worry.”

“I’m actually surprised you didn’t tell anyone to be honest,” he murmured. Klaus was so used to people using his high profile against him but she didn’t seem to care. “Thank you for your discretion, it means a lot, Caroline.” Klaus had to admit her name sounded heavenly rolling off his tongue and all he wanted was to say it again and often.

“If you must know, I have absolutely no interest in the poor life choices you make.” Caroline looked past Klaus and could swear she saw his sombre bodyguard crack a smile as said it.

“My poor life choices? It was one game of poker. Granted it got a bit out of hand but I’m perfectly fine with my life choices, sweetheart.”

“Well, good for you,” she drawled. “Now, I’m going to go and eat my burger before I completely lose my appetite.”

Klaus watched as she walked away, thinking just how much of a frustrating, holier than thou, pain in the ass this woman was and just how much it made him want her more.

Nhkoma Area Development Programme – Malawi – six weeks later

Caroline sat in the back of the jeep as they approached the village. While it had taken her over a day and a few stops, Caroline was so excited to be there. Her company had been working for months on fundraising for this much needed sanitation project in the Nhkoma area and it was wonderful to see it come to fruition, especially for all the local residents, young and old who were crowded around curious about her arrival.

She jumped out of the jeep, adjusting her wide brimmed hat to ward off the scorching sun. Although extremely hot and covered in flies, Caroline couldn’t wait to see what they’d done and the effect it would have on the community.

“Miss Forbes,” James, the director of the programme came forward to greet her. “Thank you for coming. It’s so good to finally meet you face to face.”

“Oh, please, it’s Caroline,” she smiled, shaking his hand. “It’s my absolute pleasure to be here and see everything first hand.”

“This really is a lifesaving project and will do so much for improving the health of the people here,” he agreed. “They’re actually pretty excited today to have a few international visitors.”

“Visitors?” Caroline asked curiously. Last time she checked, she was the only one who was due to tour the new facilities.

“It was all arranged at such short notice and I do apologise for the inconvenience, Caroline. They were extremely reluctant to reveal too many details to anyone given the high profile of our other guest and the associated security issues as I’m sure you’d understand. ”

“Well, having someone well known to witness this project will be extremely beneficial for this and future endeavours in the area I imagine, James.”

“We certainly don’t begrudge the publicity that’s for sure,” he agreed. “Now how about I show you to your tent so you can drop your bags before our tour,” he suggested, leading her to a nearby makeshift camp and gesturing to one of the tents. “I’ll leave you to get settled but will be back in about ten minutes.”

Caroline smiled in his direction before making her way to the row of tents, suddenly forgetting which one he’d pointed at because they all looked the same. Was it the one on the left or right?

She decided to try one, hoping that no one was already in there if she guessed wrong. Opening up the flap, she peered inside faced with a very naked man, his back to her as he attempted to change. In fact looking at that toned backside, Caroline could swear he was familiar. “Uh, I’m sorry,” she squeaked awkwardly. “Wrong tent.”

Replacing the flap hurriedly, Caroline reeled backwards in shock, and found herself falling back into a very hard chest in the process. She turned around, her face still flushed in embarrassment as she was met with a very serious and familiar face. “It’s you.”

“Well, hello to you too, Miss,” he responded in a strong, English accent, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Is everything okay?” Caroline had a feeling he knew exactly what was wrong.

“Please tell me that’s Prince Elijah or Kol in there.”

“I think we both know the answer to that,” Enzo said. “You should really get to know the Prince; you might find you have more in common than first thought.”

“That’s highly unlikely,” she muttered.

“Lovely to see you too, Caroline,” a familiar voice interrupted. “And here I thought you’d be happy to see me again. We seem to be developing a pattern.”

“You’re the one who can’t keep his nudity to himself,” she scoffed trying to ignore just how handsome he looked. His stubble had since grown into a slight beard and Caroline had to admit the casual jeans and khaki shirt look suited him.

Not that she’d admit it aloud but Caroline might have googled him a few times in the past weeks. She was surprised to see absolutely no stories or photos of him partying around London. In fact the only one she’d seen was him visiting a cancer ward at the Royal Children’s Hospital. She’d be lying if the picture of him hugging a seven year-old girl with terminal brain cancer didn’t melt her heart. Maybe she’d misjudged his life choices, well only some of them given his nude run.

“Maybe that first time was my fault but I wasn’t the one who walked into my tent while I was innocently changing,” he smirked. All Caroline wanted to do was wipe it off his face.

“It was a mistake,” she spluttered. “Anyway, what is all of this? Are you following me or something?”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, love,” he drawled. “I had no idea you’d even be here.”

“A likely story,” she muttered. Before Klaus could bite back, Enzo coughed loud enough to get their attention. They turned around, noticing James standing there watching their lively exchange with avid interest.

“Looks like I won’t need to make any formal introductions then,” he smiled, albeit awkwardly. “Should we begin the tour?”

Campsite - Five Hours later

Klaus sat by the fire and looked around the campsite thinking how different this desert was to the one he’d been in six weeks earlier. He’d actually enjoyed himself for the most part. It was great to see Matt so happy and even though he was convinced Caroline despised him, Klaus couldn’t remember when he’d had more fun with a girl. She didn’t treat him like a Prince and that was something he’d been craving for years. Klaus figured that’s why he wasn’t ready to settle down because he hadn’t met anyone who could see past all of the royal bluster.

Although not widely reported, because it was more interesting for the media to comment on his love life, his real passion was charity work especially with kids. He’d spent a lot of time raising awareness for children’s cancer charities in England and more recently in different parts of Africa to combat children’s health and encourage education.

It had actually been Enzo who’d told him about the new sanitation project in Malawi and Klaus decided to pay them a visit given he wanted to see it first hand and hopefully promote similar initiatives in other parts of Africa.

“Good to see you’ve kept your clothes on this time,” she murmured, taking a reluctant seat next to him on the log.

“The night is still young, love,” he grinned.

“You are unbelievable.”

“And you are entirely too uptight for your own good, Caroline. What is so wrong with having a laugh or making a joke? Last time I checked that doesn’t make me a bad person. Now maybe walking around naked and running into other people’s suites I’ll give you but the rest is all your issues.”

“I was surprised to see you here.”

“For the last time, I didn’t follow you here, sweetheart.”

“I know,” she conceded. “I think your knowledge speaks for itself. Well, that and the fact that James told me about a few of your past initiatives and Enzo mentioned you were looking at trying to get this replicated in other villages.”

“I’m glad you believe other people about me,” he growled.

“Sorry, let’s just say first impressions are very difficult to forget but I’d be willing to declare a truce and possibly work together for the greater good.”

“I suppose that might work,” he turned to face her and offered his hand, not expecting the delicious warmth to spread through his body from one touch. “You know, I happen to be the best ghost story teller of all time. I’m talking spine chilling stuff that will make you jump into my lap in fright.”

“I bet you’d like that,” she groaned. “Okay, just as long as you keep your clothes on everything will be fine.”

Turned out it was sooner rather than later when she saw him naked again but this time neither of them were complaining. Klaus knew he had a certain, nosy bodyguard to thank for matchmaking them and was so glad to see him happily married to Rebekah. Turns out it wasn’t just his sister that had found true love either. His brothers were besotted by two of their very own Americans that Caroline knew well.

It was a cold and wintery morning at their apartment in London two years later, when Klaus got down on one knee completely naked and proposed. He said it was fitting given the way they met and she agreed, although begged him not to tell people that’s how the Prince of England popped the question. Upon agreeing to marry him and become Princess, Caroline’s only condition was that she could continue doing her charity work and Klaus was more than happy to be by her side doing it too.

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Cross Over in to the Cacophony Zone

A caravan of 70 San Franciscans, cruising a desolate highway in Northern Nevada, halts in a swirl of dust at the edge of a dry lake bed. Car doors open and everyone piles out. With the toe of his cowboy boot, a man draws a long line on the arid desert floor. The group gathers silently along one side and grabs hands. One, two, three... as a single entity they step across the line. “Yahoo!” “Yeah man, we’re here!”

They’ve entered the Cacophony Zone.

The caravan drives on across the dead lake, a gold Volvo coupe leading the way, a sand storm billowing in its wake. In the middle of nowhere, the caravan stops again; cars, trucks, and vans form a circular encampment, creating a tiny village in the barren desert.

“Lawrence of Arabia” erects his domed pup tent. Across the compound, Louise, in yellow and pink harem garb, spreads lambswool rugs beneath a canopy. Nancy tends to her pots of cacti. “They had to come along, this is their home,” she informs. Phil dons Arab headgear. Margo parades by with a parasol, but Margo is only Margo when she wears her long black wig, so for now she is Jane. For this event anyone can be anyone and many go by nom de guerres. Props are part of the trip, but then it isn’t just a trip, it’s a Cacophony event.

As “Moses” puts down his divining rod, the coolers appear and the beers start to disappear. Next to the camp Larry Harvey supervises the building of a gigantic wooden man. Sven plays drums and Ron, the Dadaist poet, watches John sand surf. After a game of croquet,

Nancy and Steve wander off for a splash in nearby hot springs.

By sundown the next evening, the wooden sculpture is finished and lays stiff on the sand like an enormous wooden corpse. It’s time for a cocktail party. The nomads exchange their desert gear for elegant cocktail dresses and formal evening wear. Beside the supine wooden figure, a man in a white tuxedo chats idly with a women in taffeta and pearls. Then the call goes out, everyone grabs onto a long rope connected to a rotating jib and pulls. Slowly, as the last purple and orange rays of light fade from the desert sky, the wooden man rises to his feet. He towers more than four stories high. Moments later, Dave Warren, a fire-eater, blows an enormous torch of flame from his mouth, igniting the sculpture. Against the starry night, The Burning Man soars to life. “His groin burns blue as flames ascend his spine. His arms outstretched, reach upward and the fire, flaring red about his heart.”

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Meet the SF Cacophony Society, a randomly gathered network of free spirits. They are united in the pursuit of experiences beyond what they see as the pale of mainstream society. They are the Merry Pranksters of the 1990s. They travel through the social landscape, dispensing a variety of mind challenging activities to everyone. You may already be a member...

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“Burining Man, Zone Trip #4” was an elaborate Cacophony Society event. “Event” is the catchword used to describe adventures, projects, and pranks. Events have included a canoe ride under the piers, a night of surrealistic theater as written by the audience, a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party on the Embarcadero Freeway, a walking tour of Oakland’s sewers, midnight picnics, the Atomic Cafè, a Golden Gate Bridge dinner party, and a midnight laundry bash. A Cacophony event is anything the mind can imagine and the body can execute. Anyone can join in. Anyone can give an event. Indeed, you may already be a member...

“You could say that a lot of the events are like the experiences you’d have while taking drugs, but without the drugs. The events themselves make people look at things differently,” explains “M-Squared,” a society member for the last two years. “A lot of us grew up in the 1960s and ‘70s. We were exposed to a barrage of alternative ideas. Now as we mature, we aren’t going to settle for the norm.”

There are few organized aspects to the group, but among them is the newsletter, Rough Draft. In it upcoming events are communicated to 250 or so member/subscribers. There’s also a monthly meeting at the Common Grounds Coffee House on Hayes Street where ideas for events are formulated and organized. Planning an event can take weeks or months- and includes everything from assessing the dangers to scouting out the perfect location and renting equipment. Once a new person starts showing up, it isn’t long before the old hands start asking hopefully, “When are you going to give your event?” The only constraints on events are that they can’t be commercial, nor may religious or political groups use events to propagate their views. “We give events to challenge the mental set of contemporary society,” says M-Squared. “We break ordinary reality either for ourselves or other people. We challenge reality, stretch it, twist it.”

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Enter the Unknown

Tonight we will delve into a nether world of shaded grey where all is silence and death walks behind you! You will need: (1) All black or dark clothes with a comfortable fit.

(2) Good shoes or boots that you don’t mind getting dirty.

(3) Flashlight.

(4) Valid ID.

Your host: Sebastian Melmoth —Rough Draft, December 1990

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About 25 people gather in the chilly night air at Lincoln and 7th, a favored place of convergence. Blindfolded, they are driven to a predestinated location, Then, hand- in-hand, they are led down a hill, through mud and along a gravel path.

Finally they are allowed to halt. “Okay, you can take off your blindfolds now,” invites tonight’s host. The participants find themselves in a dimly illuminated, wooded area (which turns out to be Golden Gate Park (near the windmills). Sebastian Melmoth (not his real name) hands out tarot cards, and whoever picks the card Death is “it.”

“I hope I get the death card,” someone whispers.

“Whew,” someone else sighs, “I’m just a zombie.”

Melmoth calls out, “Let the game begin!”

Within the boundaries of the playing field, the “zombies” shuffle around trees and paths, merging into the shadows or, for the more adventurous, stalking Death. Once again, there are few rules: no running or talking. Should Death manage to sneak up and squeeze your shoulder, you die. The victim must let death escape by first counting to 30 before emitting a blood curdling scream and falling to the ground. The dead stay where they fall, silent until the game is over. In order to kill Death two zombies must point him out at the same time.

“We live in the kind of society where you pay other people to entertain you,” says Melmoth later. “You pay to go to a movie someone else made, or pay to go to a play, or pay to see performance art. That’s all great, but it’s not something that you’re doing. You’re sitting there watching images and ideas that someone else went through enormous amounts of anguish and grief and creativity to create. It’s their thing that you’re experiencing. In an event, initially it may be the idea of two or three people, but the best ones are those that everybody gets into, interacts and are doing... physically doing themselves. Events are an incredible experience.”

Melmoth breaks events into several categories: infiltrations (like joining the Moonies); street theater; games in weird places and costume; and exploring bizarre environments. “I wouldn’t want to do anything else. It’s a great way to socialize. It’s a way of getting people together that isn’t based on money, commerce, or the desire to have sex or whatever else normally gets 42 people together.”

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The Cacophony Society’s roots go back to a stormy night in January of 1977. Four friends went to Fort Point underneath the Golden Gate Bridge, to the place where in heavy weather the ocean’s waves would hit a concrete pad below in the surf, splash up 30 feet in the air, and then crash down on top of anyone standing there. The four clung tenaciously to the ruined iron railing that once secured the area while the waves threatened to drag them into the treacherous surf and certain doom. Later that night, huddled around a fire with hot drinks, they formed the Suicide Club. Its members were asked to “put their worldly affairs in order and live each day as though it was their last.” The Suicide Club was a totally exclusive, infamously secretive, underground club that bathed in rumors of illegal and dangerous doings.

Melmoth along with 40 others went on the first mass Suicide Club initiation. “We were blindfolded and taken to an undisclosed place (Fort Funston), led over a narrow beam (in a parking lot!”) then taken underground, given one match and told to find our way out. After three hours of total darkness, groping along, I saw this tiny light. I’m walking toward it with this person... holding her hand but I didn’t know who she was... had never seen her... and we’re walking towards this tiny light. Then this figure with a shroud blowing in the wind stepped into the middle of the light, it’s getting bigger and bigger as we get closer and closer. Then the figure walks away. And we’re outside. It was a pretty mind boggling experience. I decided at that point that that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to start doing events right away.”

The Suicide Club was composed of college-age, college- educated, pre-career people, says Melmoth; people a little too old to be hanging out in the Haight and a little too young to be in business. Drugs were forbidden on events- in part because the event was supposed to produce “the trip” and in part to avoid hassles with police. “The group was just adventurous, took a lot of risks. For the first three years, it was great being a secret society. We could get by with doing a lot of things because no one knew about us. But it was very insulated and that’s what killed it,” he continues. “As the years went on we became too ingrown.

“Cacophony is a lot more open, especially to the world at large. People know who we are and what we’re doing. We communicate and get together with other groups to do events. That’s something the Suicide Club never did. Cacophony interconnects and intertwines with a bunch of smaller groups, serving as an umbrella to make things happen. By not being as secretive and paranoid as the Suicide Club was, we don’t have as much to fear. We’ve been able to integrate with a real mix of people who we wouldn’t be exposed to otherwise. And that’s great because out of ten people, maybe one has an instantaneous mindmelt with the group. They go, ‘hey, this is great. This is what I want to do.’ Then give events and open our minds up to new things.”

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Gothic Nouveau Winter’s Ball

The notes of airy waltzes, steamy sambas, and pounding trash rock filter across the waters of a dark lake to call those who would and will to dance. Don your (warmest) finery, bring a snack to share, and a chair to the rotunda at the Palace of Fine Arts. Some dances will be taught so that all may engage in dancing regardless of the number of left feet. The music’s taped, the dress creative and the mood festive.

Info: Yahoon Doorstop From Rough Draft- December 1990

“From a social standpoint, Cacophony provides friends,” says M-Squared, as he takes a breather form dancing. Under the lit dome, four circles of dancers, some in baroque ball gowns and pantaloons, skip and sashay as if Louis XIV were holding court. “It’s a society, a kinship. In general, those in Cacophony are more open and sincere, that is, accepting and less judgmental. There’s an atmosphere of trust. We don’t judge on lifestyle, money, or looks. It’s the individual character and imagination that matters. You can be a real misfit or oddball and you’ll 43 be accepted.”

“There are some people who are really unusual and seem gifted in some way,” agrees Louise Jarmilowicz, an artist. She is the current editor of Rough Draft and specializes in such events as the Haute Trash Fashion Show and Midnight Laundry. “Through the group they can express that. They blossom. It may not be noticeable right away. That’s kind of fun. Every time someone comes in, they have their own imagination and ideas that no one else has ever thought about. It’s very exciting because there’s always an unknown factor.”

“Beyond that, if you’re shy like I am,” adds M-Squared, “Cacophony helps us challenge ourselves to participate.”

Bar-B-Que on the Edge

Meet: Bouncers Bar, 64 Townsend St.

In the spirit of previous Midnight Picnics, we will gather for a late night meal in a picturesque, industrial setting. This particular spot is located on the water (swimming is not suggested), where wild plants meet abandoned machinery. Bring food and drink, something to barbecue, and suitably appropriate tales to read or tell. Wear dark clothes.

— Rough Draft, May 1990

“I’ve always looked at this city as an urban environment, an urban playground,” says Melmoth. “You look at places that people don’t even think about, that are completely negative places in the daily life of commerce living. Those are the places that I look for- underground, behind buildings, on top of buildings, in abandoned buildings, in between freeways, under freeways. Places that you don’t even know exist. I think about what event I could give there.

“We were at an abandoned pier for a Midnight Bar-B-Que, you had to sneak out on to it, walk on this little trail along a fence then climb over a railing and go out on this rotting pier. About 150 yards away under the freeway overpass there was this encampment of six or eight guys, most of them Vietnam Vets, and I’m 95 percent sure, really heavily cranked up on speed. Speed freaks. They had all the markings. Really dangerous people. And we were

44 doing an event with 20 or 30 people on the pier!

“I knew that they might be a problem beforehand, so I just walked over and talked to them. I said, ‘Hey, we’re going to have 20 or so people walk through here around midnight, having a bar-b-que. How about it? Why don’t you come over later for a beer?” They left us alone.

Probably because they thought we were weirder than they were,” “It’s not for everybody.”

The BART Lounge

Hey there, you truly fabulous people! BART is going to Vegas! This will be a truly incredible evening of entertainment, when the evening commute BART train is transformed into a Las Vegas-styled lounge. We are looking for three sorts of people to join in:

1. If you have an act (comedy/magic/showgirl-routine, or any other entertainment), be prepared to perform.

2. If you want to be part of the atmosphere, come decked out in your best Vegas wear (Iowa house-wife, lounge lizard, eloping couple, cowboy, etc.).

3. If you want to dress “straight,” we do need plants to blend in with commuters. Remember, you in the audience are the ones we truly, truly love the most!

Cost: 85 cents if you get on & off at different but adjoining BART stations (ex: on at Powell, then go to Glen Park, off at Montgomery). Info: Dwayne & Dusty.

— Rough Draft, January 1991

Chris couldn’t believe it. On his commute home from San Francisco to Concord, there was this woman in a bushy brown wig and slinky, pink lounge gown singing into a microphone with her partner, a tall blond-haired man in a white and gold tuxedo, while parading up and down the aisle of the BART car. A cigarette girl, more of a woman really, sauntered behind, two rats crawling across her wooden tray of goodies. Another man handed out a questionnaire: What kinds of acts would you like to see on the BART Lounge? Should we designate any BART cars as non-entertainment? Are you interested in becoming a BART Lounge entertainer? Suddenly, the cigarette girl was on Chris’s lap. “Those your rats?” he asked. She chuckled, “Naah, I just found them in the trash. Chocolate?”

Weirdness feeds on itself, goes the saying, and Cacophony upholds the theory. Everyone encourages, even competes, to be slightly more outrageous. “Have you ever been to Britain?” asks Alexander, Rough Draft’s first editor and producer of Ritual Lying, Midnight Picnics, and an Absinthe Literary Party. “Eccentrics, who are basically people with an idiosyncratic vision, are tolerated, even cultivated there. The U.S. is shifting towards a more centralized concept, everybody is thinking the same thing. I think there’s still room for people to be eccentric, for individualism. But less than there used to be. Maybe Cacophony provides that, a place where people who have their own strange vision can be together.”

Sometimes their strangeness attracts the REALLY strange, even too strange for Cacophony. “We tend to draw weirdos and kooks,” says M-Squared with a laugh. “And the authorities,” he laughs again. “But as long as people aren’t violent or too disruptive, we try to remember that we’re all equal. The main thing is that people are interested in getting together and experiencing events.”

In these serious times, the question often asked is: wouldn’t all that time and energy be better directed into the pursuit of something of significance? Alexander replies, “Cacophony is a place to be amateurish. There’s a real drive, even among the whimsical, to be very professional. And that can be intimidating. In Cacophony there’s definitely a playfulness.”

Alternative views, eccentrics, creative, accepting—of course, The City is the natural place for a group with such adjectives as these. “San Francisco has always been a boomtown, a place to go to make your dreams and indulge in your grandiose impulses,” says Larry Harvey, artistic creator of The Burning Man. He joined forces with the Cacophony Society to stage “Zone Trip #4” in the desert. “The City is a place where people are tolerated-in the old days because you had to, if you didn’t your neighbor might shoot you. It’s more of a small town than big city. Small enough to create a community, which also creates tolerance. You can come here and be whatever you imagine yourself. There’s so much diversity that co- exists here. Cacophony represents that—a society of free spirits. Where else would they exist? Cacophony is made by the same instincts that started the Beatniks and Hippies.

M-Squared concurs, “All the weirdos have come West.”

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