Introducing Mr & Mrs Von Weiss

The sun was shining a little too brightly today, for Amalie it was a bit excessive for this time of year. It felt like it was boring down on her, making her feel a little off. She was on her way to the Rose Garden, where she had been assigned to do a job. She hadn't really paid attention to the details of the job, something to transportation. It seemed easy enough. She arrived at the Chocolate Warehouse at the end of Rose Garden. Her thick black heels, crunching along the grass as she walked. She noticed a group of individuals talking amongst themselves. Figuring they must be the clients that hired her, she approached.

"This the transport job?"  She asked, interrupting their conversation. It was a group of two men and two women, they stopped talking, glancing over at her. "Yes it is, are you one of the mages we hired?" She would nod. Under his arm, he untucked a clipboard, "Find your name and sign."  She took the clipboard. Grabbing the pen, she went down the page. Finding her name, she arched a brow. She found her name, alongside a box for a signature, then in the next box over was the word Partner and next to that was the name Johann Von Weiss.

Huh... She thought, so it seemed she would be partnering with Johann, well he was easy enough to work with, being her mentor and probably being the person she worked with the most. She scribbled down her signature and handed over the clipboard. The man grinned as her took back the clipboard. "If you like to follow Cecilia, and Jessica here, they're going to help you change." Amalie nodded, following the two women into the warehouse. Business at the warehouse went about as usual for ten minutes, until...

"Why the fuck am I wearing this!?"

Amalie burst back through the door she came, no longer wearing the West Fiore Trading Uniform. But a beautiful lace wedding dress, with a slightly poofed skirt, lace detailed that travelled down her arms. A floral back in her hair, from which trailed a floral lace veil. Her expression one of pure irritation.


WC: 366 / 1000

As she stalked across the ground, her knee-high black heels now replaced with dainty white bridal shoes. She potted her partner, as was so allocated talking to the very man who she had spoken to initially. Cecilia and Jessica trailed after her, "Miss West, wait, you forgot your garter." She didn't stop her pace as she snapped in response, "And why the hell would I need that? This is a transportation job is it not." She stopped at the gentleman who initially greeted her. "I demand an explanation." She said to him.

Johann addressed her, looking her over with an amused smirk, Amalie turned to look at him. Referring to her as chic, Amalie scowled at him, then as it'd dawned on her. She scoffed, shaking her head. "According to this sheet, that would be you, dear." She said, eyes narrowed slightly at him. She didn't wait for his reaction but turned to face the man, an expectant look on her face.

"Er well you see, it's Valentine's day, so we want everything to be as authentic as possible. You see we're not just providing chocolates, but the store is a little short. So we'll need you to lend a hand there too. You see our company handles not just confectionary, but other trades too, including the marriage business. We actually have a system we'd like you to test, it does involve a magical partnership of sorts. In this case, we need you to wed, temporarily of course."

Amalie blinked, taking a breath. Did they really expect them to do this? Get married for the sake of the job. She would allow Johann a moment to react as she thought about how to handle this, she could leave. But that wouldn't look very good on the company.

Leave now.

Amalie froze, there he was again, making an appearance. Why? Does the prospect of me marrying him bother you? She thought in a teasing manner.

Amalie, marriage is sacred. You need to save yourself for someone worthy.

She snorted, Sure, like Wyatt right? She thought irritably.

"What are the perks of this marital partnership?" She asked, in a calmer tone.

"You will share certain magical aspects of your partner, whilst marriage you'll be able to use certain spells of theirs."

She arch a brow, looking at Johann. Johann Von Weiss, one of the more powerful mages in Fiore. To feel what it was like in his shows, even just for a day. Now that was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Amalie.

"And it's just for a day?"

"The marriage will be annulled by the end of the day, providing you don't ..er.. you know.. consummate the marriage."

Amalie couldn't help herself, she chuckled, it wasn't like she hadn't considered that concept before. "Oh my, guess we'll just have to contain ourselves won't we. Fine, I'm in, If only to satisfy my own curiosity." She responded, looking at Johann with a challenging look. She wondered if he would give in as easily as she.


WC: 504
Total: 870 / 1000

Amalie had to admit, it was pretty amusing to see how flustered her mentor got over such an affair, he was clearly completely unaware of the precedent. Good. At least she wasn't the only one. He seemed resistant at first, but eventually gave in and agreed. Amalie smirked, her curiousity taking over any irritation that had been there moments ago.

Don't do this.

His voice was almost pleading, but she ignored it, her mind was made up. And no random being inside of her was going to change that, she was still figuring out a way to get rid of him. So listening to his demands, wasn't really neccessary. The man turned to Johann, "Would you like to change too? The clothes are optional of course." Amalie's face dropped, Wait what?, So she had gotten changed for no reason. She took a breath, trying to resist the urge to sock this guy in a crotch. This was a job afterall.

Regardless of whether Johann agreed to change or not, it wasn't long before another man came to join, the fourth member of the group, now dressed as a minister. "I am Father Thomas, If you could follow me please," He would lead them around the warehouse, into what appeared on the outside to be a shed. Above the door, rather crudely, there was a white wooden cross nailed in place. Amalie sighed, this was getting even more ridiculous. Once inside, she could see that the place was, quite zealously decorated like the inside of a chapel, with a pretty white arch, covered in flowers. It was pretty tacky.

"Is this really necessary, couldn't we have done this outside?" She asked, a little bit more flustered than she normally was. The sight of the chapel had brought back some memories, memories she preferred not to recall.

"This is just where we cast the binding, this room is charged in such a way to aid the connection. We've found the more authentic the procedure, the better the results." Amalie nodded, she would just have to deal with the nostalgia for now. They were directed under the arch, Jessica, and Cecilia had taken seats in the aisle. The minister stood to Amalie's right and Johann's left.

"Please hold hands."

Amalie hesitated for a moment, she wasn't exactly the hand holding type. But then again, it wasn't like they were about to stroll down the street like lovesick teens. She reached out, taking Johann's hands regardless of whether he was willing.

"We are gathered here to day to bless the matrimonial union of a Mr Johann Frederick Von Weiss and a Miss Amalie Jane West. To witness and support the commitment they are choosing to share with one another, to place our faith in the love-" Amalie coughed rather directly at this point, interrupting the minister abruptly. He looked at her confused by the interruption.

"Skip the sappy stuff okay Tommy, It's authentic enough as it is." She told him, looking at him with a cold stare that loomed the underlying threat that if he didn't obey, he was face unpleasant consequence. He shifted uncomfortably, before continuing.

"Do you Amalie take Johann to be your husband? To unite in the covenant of marriage, and share with your whole self, to honor and keep him in sickness and in health for as long as this union binds you."

Amalie paused, he had at the very least changed some of the wording, but still, it was all so familiar. She looked down for a moment, Shit... She thought, as the sting of the first time she went through this hit her. Admittedly that day had been the best day of her life, for the first time in so long she had been truly happy, and then it all went so wrong, to tragically wrong. Those promises he made, he tainted them. She looked up, her expression blank, this wasn't Wyatt. She had to remember this, this wasn't him and this wasn't the real deal. Just a temporary contract. That's all it was.

"I do."

"And do you Johann take Amalie to be your wife? To unite in the covenant of marriage, and share with your whole self, to honor and keep her in sickness and in health for as long as this union binds you."

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Total: 1590 / 1000

Amalie watched as her mentor let out a long sigh, his eyes rising to meet hers as he said the two words that would bring this whole charade of a ceremony to a close. Well, that wasn't so bad. She thought.

"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." He would look at Johann with the following comment. "You may kiss the bride." Amalie had to resist the urge to snort, relieved that this ceremony was over. She looked him over for a moment, kiss her mentor? It wasn't like the thought hadn't crossed her mind. Back at the Celestial Sanctum she had considered what it might be like to engage in much more intimate exchanges with him. But that was just a moment of lust, nothing more. She stepped towards him, leaning in, she would tiptoe slightly, her face would inch close to his, her icy blue eyes gazing into his. "Tempting...but..." She reached around, and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. She stepped back, not finishing her sentance, a small grin on her face. She looked at the minister before continuing.

"So is that it? I don't feel very different all things considered." She said, placing a hand on her hip.

"You will, the delivery carriages are ready for you outside, if you want to make your way to the store."

Amalie shrugged, turning she made her way down the aisle towards the exit, it was strange. She expected to be a little more overwhelmed than she was, did the ceremony not work. Was it not authentic enough? She pondered the implications of it having not workwed. It had been quite the ordeal to get married not to reap the benefits she had hoped for. Also, she was surprised she wasn't getting a telling off for what she had just done. You're awfully quiet. She thought pointedly. There was quiet, then in her mind the sound of him sighing, as thought resigned to his fate.

Hello Brother.

Amalie stopped walking, gasping loudly as she was suddenly hit with a influx of magical energy. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, she turned back, eyes wide, looking at Johann in shock as the connection cemented between them. This is his magic? She thought in bewilderment. He was so much stronger than she realised, she could feel it, her own magic reached out, gently merging with his. His magic radiated with intensity, like a mass of raw strength. For a moment, she felt overwhelmed by it. The fact he was able to maintain and control such power was impressive and daunting at the same time. She felt so small, so weak in comparison, like she was a child standing across from a behemoth. It also dawned on her that Anima had spoken, not to her, but to someone else. Someone who she could only presume was now learning of his presence inside her.


WC: 484
Total: 2074 / 1000

Amalie felt him tense under her touch, as her lips gently kissed his cheek. The way he stiffened ever so slightly, the cold blank expression he wore. She found herself intrigued, a man so strong and upstanding, would find the touch of a woman … uncomfortable?  Perhaps, she had misread him, was he possibly gay? It would explain the reaction, there was a small part of her that was tempted to ask, but it hardly seemed appropriate. Plus, she wasn't entirely certain, but that wasn't the vibe she had gotten back at the Celestial Sanctum. Maybe, her senses were off, it had been a while since she had engaged in such a way with anyone. She bit her lip, a part of her wanted to probe further, to sate her curiosity but it didn't seem warranted, how would that benefit her? She would probably only serve to piss of her mentor and stain her reputation in the guild. Then again, did she really give a shit if she was seen as some type of Harlot that tried to seduce her superior for the sake of seeing if she could? No, not really.  

Following the moment their magics synced up, there was an immediate shift in Johann's temperament. Bringing forth, of course, him. It didn't shock her too much, she was more thrown by the mere strength behind Johann's magical power. Mars finding out about Anima, was a possibility she had considered anyhow. Especially if she was going to go ahead with that. He would speak all the while, a wide, somewhat unnatural grin spread across his face. Amalie felt woozy for a moment, as she felt a shift inside her, almost as though Anima was uncoiling inside her, inching to the forefront of her conciousness. She would leaned out, gripping a chair for a moment to steady herself. She had noticed the more he presented himself, the more nauseous she felt. He would speak again, in her mind, she could only assume that somehow Mars and Johann could hear him, through the magical connection perhaps?

Forgive me Brother, but I have my reasons for not revealing myself sooner. You see my Vessel, only recently discovered my existence, through the medium of our reunion. I wanted to... ease her into it.

Amalie gritted her teeth, she felt angered by his words. It bugged her, the way he spoke about her, as though he cared. She didn't like it, she wanted him gone, why did he treat her like this. Why was he so damn... protective?

"Let's discuss this in the carraige, we still have a job to do." She said, letting go of the chair, her irritation clear in her tone as she turned and began to stride away, out of the 'shed/altar' and back outside.  There was indeed a carraige waiting, although it was more like a wagon. With a tent in the back, and a driver in the front manned with horses. Amalie sighed, she hoped this place wasn't far, she really didn't wanted to have to discuss this for too longer. She moved to the back of the wagon, fortunately there was a step dropped down, otherwise she would have struggled to climb in, especially in this dress. She got in, taking a seat next to several boxes of chocolates that had been loaded onto the thing. She sighed, looking over at Johann as the carriage began to move.

"So," She began, figuring out where to start. "As ... Anima said, I was not aware that he existed inside me until, I met you. That day we went to Fat Monsterland, when you used you magic in front of me, my body had an unusual reaction. You see, my magic adhers to me obediently, it is the one thing I have always been able to control. Yet, in that moment, I felt... overcome, I could not control myself, I felt ..."   Her hands would tremble for a moment, the anger she felt was something she struggled to surpress. She couldn't say it, that feeling of being powerless, it was too much to admit.


Amalie, please, understand. I do not mean to affect you so, I was just... stirred by my Brother's presence. It has been a long time since I have seen one of my own.

Amalie rolled her eyes, what did that mean to her? She didn't volunteer this creature's existence inside her. He was just there, out of the blue, he was in her head, saying things, affecting her. She hated it. This creature had given her back something she had fought so hard to overcome; vulnerability. On top of which she was now being forced to expose that vulnerability to someone else. Johann was, albeit more reliable than anyone she had encountered before. Yet this didn't mean she was ready to trust him.

"I only got him to talk when we were at the Celestial Sanctum," She explained further, not going into further detail. She would pause, allowing for Johann or Mars to direct any questions they had.


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Total: 2918 / 1000

When Johann replied, his words were empathetic. It was strange, Amalie naturally had a tendency to assume that when others spoke. They were talking for the sake of their own benefits. When people apologised, it was because it suited their purposes, whether that was for forgiveness, understanding, or to excuse themselves. Yet, she didn't feel that this time, at least, no immediately. Something told her Johann was genuinely sorry about the fact this had happened to, being able to understand due to his own experience. As he clarified that he too had gone through a similar endeavour with Mars. She merely nodded; it was about as much as she could offer. The carriage came to a stop, and it seemed they had arrived at the store, Amalie nodded, making her way off of the carriage. She did not wish to discuss the matter any further, and it seemed Johann too felt they should focus on the job at hand.

Amalie climbed out of the carriage, stepping down carefully so as to avoid tripping on her 'wedding dress'. It was bizarre being dressed this way, almost as though it was Halloween and she was in costume. Although, this wasn't exactly the type of thing she would prefer to wear for such an event. But alas, clothes were just clothes after all, regardless of their 'symbolism'. Amalie opened her mouth, her magic rising out of her throat, "Globe."Bubbles of air pockets appeared, she would direct them towards the boxes of chocolate and shifted them to wrap around them. They would lift up, carrying stacks through the air, towards the store. It was easier this way, she could get them inside quickly and carry much more mass than just with her arms. She made her way inside of the store; it was bustling with activity. We just need to distribute them right. She held out her hand, allowing some of the small boxes to float down. She looked back at Johann, not really sure want to say or if there was anything worth saying.

There was suddenly a barrage of squealing and noise as crowds of children heading towards them both. Shouting and talking, asking them for chocolates, they bounced around wildly, eagerly reaching up in an attempt to grab the children. Was this a crowd of adults, Amalie reaction may have been very different from what it was. All of a sudden, her eyes would soften and she would smile at the children, "Oh Wow we've got some sweet tooth's today huh?" She said, placing a hand on her hip, "Right kids if you want a box of chocolate, I'll need you to line up nicely okay. No pushing though, or you won't get any." There was a little bit of a rumble as the kids scrambled to get in line. As they did though, Amalie would one by one hand them each a small box to take.

"Are you a princess Miss?" A little boy asked, Amalie smiled, she was far from it. But she wasn't about to say that.

"Don't be silly Jared, she's not a princess, she's obviously a bride. Our Aunty wore a dress like that at her wedding." Amalie looked over at the older girl behind him, she must have been the little boys older sister, no older than nine years of age.

"You're right. In fact, I got married only today." She said to the girl as she handed her little brother a box of chocolates.

"Is that your husband?" The girl asked, pointing to wherever Johann was at this point. Amalie smiled and nodded.

"Yep, handsome isn't he?" Amalie said in an amused tone, the girl wrinkled her nose, and shook her head.

"He's old." Amalie snorted with laughter, there was just something about how brutally honest the girl was that amused her. Even if Johann was pretty much to the same age as Amalie, she handed the girl a box and watched as she scuttled off after her brother. This job isn't so bad... She thought, at the very least Anima had stopped talking.


WC: 680
Total: 3598 / 1000

As Amalie was handling the last of the children, she felt a curious tug inside her. Her magic stirred, yet it wasn't her commanding it. She glanced over and saw Johann apprehending someone. Her glistening shards were hovering around him as he seemed to … scald someone? She smirked, so the magic binding did work. And undoubtedly Johann had figured out hers pretty quickly, well it made sense. She could still feel the intense, raw energy from him; it had been an intriguing oppurtunity. But she doubted that she would actually get the chance to test it out before they left, which was kind of a shame, when else would she have the change to wield such tremendous power. She was just handing over the last box to a little girl when she heard a shriek.

"What are you doing?! There are children in here!"

Someone yelled, Amalie glanced around to see a man standing there, he looked tired and dishevelled, he had a plain face which was contorted in rage. In his hands, he held several knives, shaped like broken hearts. He gripped them between the gaps of his fingers.

"This is wrong; everything here is WRONG! This is some kind of sick twisted way of rubbing love in our faces. Wake up people; LOVE SUCKS!" He roared angrily, Amalie tilted her head. Well, she didn't exactly disagree, but still, his actions were intolerable. Normally Amalie wouldn't have minded a fight; it certainly would make the job more interesting. But today was different, there were too many innocents around, children at risk. She couldn't mess around with this one. Amalie turned towards him, "Stay out of the way children." She said over her shoulder before walking across the room towards him.  She needed to handle this smart, the guy had weapons, and there were a lot of people here. If he chose to attack, someone could get seriously hurt.

"Please calm down sir, If you have a complaint you can speak to me. However, I must insist you put down your weapon." His eyes fell on her, standing there in a wedding dress. His eyes softened for a moment; then he only seemed to get more emotional. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"NO! You see! Look at you in that dress! How can you flaunt around like that, when I...I..." He let out a cry, launching a blade at her. She leapt to the right; the knife tore through the skirt of her dress. Amalie glanced down at it, Well so much for returning this in one piece. She thought casually, her magic rose up through her throat. "Discipline" The word echoed from her lips, and the air around her hands began to crackle with electricity. Two long whips began to form, she threw her right arm out, the whip moving with her, in mid-air the whip split into two. Each end wrapped itself around the attacker's hands, shocking him and causing him to drop the knives. She threw out the second whip, wrapping it around his neck, she yanked him down onto his knees. She upped the voltage in the whips, shocking him enough to immobilize him completely. He yelled out in pain; he at least would be held in place for now.

"You bitch... how dare you..." He began, "You realise what your standing for right now, all of you disgusting people. Pretending to be loved up and happy, you're all miserable, don't you see. So you should just die! I'm going to erase this farce called love... because it's not real."

How disgusting.

Amalie looked up, surprised to her Anima talking round now. Not only that, he didn't sound the way he normally did, his soft and gentle voice, albeit still silky and smooth was now laced with venom. She felt nausea wave over her; she felt numb all of a sudden. Her arms began to move by themselves, she swapped the grips of both whips into her left hand, freeing her right. Except that, it wasn't her doing it. My body...Anima...is this you... Her right arm rose up, her palm stretching out. Amalie felt panic rise inside her, what was he doing? He had never done this before, move her body without her permission. "Shards." Her eyes widened, he spoke... through her. How? Her mind began to pound with an intense migraine, her body trembled. She felt sick to her stomach like she was going to pass out. Shards of glass appeared around her, hovering in the air around her. Then suddenly the glass flew at the already restrained man.

"NO, PLEASE!"

Amalie screamed, the shards stopped mid-air. Anima...please don't... She thought pleadingly; she knew it was him. She could feel it, his hate towards the man, the murderous intent. He was going to kill him in front of all these people, in front of all these children. He doesn't deserve to exist Amalie. He has chosen to inflict suffering on others for the sake of his own misery; he is a despicable human. My father granted him existence, and he squanders it. As he replied the shards began to move once more. She needed to do something, but she couldn't, her shards weren't listening to her.

But there was something that might.

It was there, at her disposal. Help me... She thought, reaching out to the magic. It reacted, moving through her body, from her open palm, a concentration of negative energy formed in her palm. Before blasting outwards, the projectile smashed through the shards onwards towards the man. The shards disintegrated into the air becoming nothing but negative energy. As the strike hit the man, it suddenly exploded outwards. Knocking him backwards, the man crashed into a stack of chocolates and fell unconscious from the blow.

See what I did there Anima, looks like I can still use magic or at least Johanns, now you will return my body to me, or I'll use that on myself.

She threatened, she knew he would give in. Anima wouldn't allow her to harm herself; it was why he had rescinded when she had stabbed herself before. She felt the feeling return to her; her arms fell lax. She stood there, as the wave of nausea slipped away. She stood there, collecting herself. She walked across the room, summoning another air bubble. She allowed the bubble to expanded, lifting the unconscious man towards the store's exit. She stopped as she went to pass Johann, not sure whether to explain herself or not. In the end, she decided against it, figuring that hopefully he would understand. "I'll take him to the authorities, I figure you can handle the rest here." she said, she went to take a step and paused. "You know, for what it's worth, You were the best husband I ever had." She said with a soft laugh, before continuing out of the shop, floating man in tow.



WC: 1155
Total: 4753 / 1000