Wedding Crashers

Odeila found herself attending a wedding that she had been instructed to go to, today's task was a simple one. Stop the wedding at any cost. However the groom was not to be harmed under any circumstances. This didn't make the job any ordered it just made it so she would have to be a little more creative with her throat. The wedding was held between a merchant family and someone marrying into the Merchant family in the Port city. Apparently their siblings were unpleased with the fact that she was marrying into there wealth. Whatever the case may be it didn't really matter to Odeila she could easily stop the wedding, but she had to make sure it wasn't only stopped, but it would never happen. She though about it as she walked around scouting before the wedding ceremony was do to happen.

As she would be scouting and walking she made her way to a champagne table taking a glass. She took a sip turning around almost bumping int a black haired woman. She smiled looking at her. "Oh apologies I almost bumped into you." She said looking over the woman. Odeila was no mage but there was a aura of power to this woman she could place. However for now she would remain nice best not to start things off to quickly. Besides getting to know the strong people here may help her a little bit "My name is Odeila, may I get your name miss?" She said with a smile looking into her eyes. She was quite a beautiful woman indeed as she looked at her though there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind she seen her around before…she just couldn't place it. She wouldn't look concerned though she would maintain her sweet smile waiting her response.

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The idea of weddings had always been one that drew a roll of the eyes from the raven haired angel. To tie yourself down to one person sounded almost foreign to her and she had long come to terms with the fact that it was not the life for her. It was so much more fun to keep one's options open and Medeia had come to appreciate the pleasure that came from having multiple partners. So, when she had been asked to end a wedding between a pair of young humans, the witch had no qualms about doing so. She was doing not only the family who wanted it not to happen a favour but the couples too. Maybe she could share some quality time with the bride herself? An amusing thought and one that she kept in the back of her mind. All she had been told was that the groom was to be unharmed, not that she gave a damn about him anyway. The anti male side of her was already screaming at her to just kill the fool and extort the money out of his family, earning her money that way. The wedding would still be stopped and that was the main goal, right?

She had arrived in Lavanitir an hour or so earlier, hoping to get a good layout of the chapel and to discover if there could be any possible issues with the job. From what she could tell, there was no one among the guests who she would consider a threat and although there were traces of magic amongst them, they were rather pathetic when compared to her own formidable powers. This was going to be child’s play but rather than simply go in all guns blazing and just end things quickly, she had decided to take a slightly different approach.

So, there she was, helping herself to a glass or two of champagne. It was a decent enough vintage and Medeia rather enjoyed the taste but she almost found her third glass ending up all over her as a figure suddenly bumped into her. Fortunately, she was agile enough to keep her balance but as the dark mage turned around to tell the clumsy imbecile to mind where they were walking, she stopped herself, as her eyes fell upon the lovely woman before her.

Instead, a smile crossed her features and the words came to her naturally, her voice rather silky in tone. “No need to apologise, my dear, these things happen.” The black haired woman before her was about the same height as the witch, with a similar purple coloured gaze that matched Medeia’s own. She was simply adorable and the Warlord quickly returned the compliment in regards to looking her over. Perhaps this wedding would be more entertaining than she had thought. “A pleasure to meet you, Odelia, my name is Medeia. Are you perhaps a friend of one of the families or something?”

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Odilia what's up at the woman who was speaking giving her a gentle smile glad that she didn't take too much offense to being bumped into installed on oh, she was normally way better than this was her mind in the clouds after all this time. Either way she tilted her head giving the woman a small smile trying to think of the response you wanted to give this seemingly random stranger to her. "Hm...not not really." She said it in a tone in a matter-of-fact voice but still having a sweetness to it never losing her smile or gentle tone. " if I'm being perfectly honest I don't approve of this wedding at all however.... I'm just here to see how things play out for now." She said Being Earnest. She hadn't lied quite yet and she didn't intend online to this person just not telling the entire truth. Though to some people the way she said that with her smile and gentle tone may have been off-putting but she didn't falter. She looked up at the lovely woman in front of her tilting her head slightly. "What about you, do you know the bride or groom very well?" I she said making idle small talk with the woman in front of her however more gauging her response. She was very curious at this point what she was doing here now as well . Any information she can get about the wedding itself would be helpful to her at this point . She hopes her response didn't make her uneasy about talking to her already already preparing what to say next and her head as she waited for this woman to answer her. She would look around the wedding breifly at the forming guests. "Perhaps we should step to the side to talk, care to join me?" She said curtly offering the lovely woman to follow her off the the side of the wedding freeing the champagne table to the other guests.

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The dark haired woman had not expected that particular response and Medeia became rather suspicious about the sweet talking girl’s motives. Odeila did not approve of the wedding nor knew the bride or groom that well? It was both an amusing and informative tidbit for certain and the dark mage wondered if perhaps there was more to the woman before her then there appeared to be. She was definitely becoming more curious about her new acquaintance and there was a moment where the Ace had to remind herself that there was a job that needed doing and that fun would have to wait until later.

“I admit that I do not know a great deal about the happy couple either if I am being truthful and I find weddings in general to be rather out of date. The thought of tying oneself down to just a single person in such a way is an almost alien concept to me. I prefer a more open minded approach myself.” A chuckle escaped her lips at this point, her voice rather light and cheerful. “I just simply saw the opportunity to have a few drinks and enjoy myself. No one here seems to mind.” Of course, if anyone had minded then they would quickly learn not to stay such things in front of her, assuming they were still conscious after she was done with them.

When Odeila proposed that they move and started to do so, Medeia saw no reason not to follow, although she made sure to take another glass of champagne in hand before walking off with her. The angel had always been rather fond of wine in general and had a rather large supply of the lovely liquid back at the guild castle. Her eyes did soon drift to the gorgeous woman in front of her and the dirty minded witch had to fight off the temptation to say something that might have been slightly out of place for a wedding. Normally, she would have simply said what was on her mind but it had been a while since Medeia had been able to practice her acting skills and so she managed to hold back her more lustful urges. For now anyway.

As the two came to a stop in a more quiet area of the room, Medeia would continue with their previous conversation. “I have to say that there seems to be a little tension around here and I reckon that there are quite a few people who are unhappy with this wedding taking place.” It was spoken in a casual enough tone but she was definitely probing, to see if there would be any real reaction from Odeila. The cogs were starting to turn in the purple eyed woman’s head. “It would not surprise me if we saw some fireworks before the lovely couple took their vows and a part of me wants to take the bride for myself. She is rather pretty…” She paused and her gaze met Odeila’s for a second, already falling back into her old ways a touch. “Not as pretty as you are though.”

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Odeila glanced at the Bride As she made her remarks about her being pretty but came back to the conversation when she would come into herself. She gave a lighter smile to the woman before her enjoying the compliment considering she took pride in her appeal. "Why thank you your quite lovely yourself." She said with a slight brief giggle. She then looked to the bride then to her. An idea formed in her head as she spoke. "Maybe someone as lovely as you should show the bride on last hour of freedom~ I don't mind chatting up the groom for you if you want some time...then maybe I can escourt you home once your finished and you can tell me all about it over some wine." She said with a happy tone to her smiling cocking her head slightly a small mischievous giggle coming out. If she could get her in a compromising position with the bride and show the husband the wedding would be called off without bloodshed this time and it ruin the bride. She would hit two birds with on stone as they say. She looked at her. "Well what do you say dear." She asked a tad more serious yet playful though her expression was for the most part the same.

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If Medeia had not been suspicious enough before, she most certainly was now. She knew precisely what would come from her whisking the bride away from the reception although that did not bother her all that much. The raven haired woman had no doubt in her mind that she could annihilate every single guest with just the smallest use of her magical power but the thought of a different option was intriguing and killing gnats such as those around her did get rather boring quickly. Wrapping her arms around the bride and playing with her was a far more entertaining idea for the Warlord and should tempers flare then she was more than capable of defending herself.

“Alright. We will play it your way.” She replied, briefly looking over the gorgeous woman in front of her, before draining the remainder of her glass of wine. “It would not surprise me if things become a little heated once this all plays out so make sure that the groom is not harmed. Keep close to him, no matter what happens, my dear. I think it is obvious that we have been tasked with the same job, so let us make sure that it is completed properly, yes? If it does, I will make sure to reward you later.” She made no effort to hide her desire for her seemingly new job partner and Medeia definitely meant what she said. “Give me a little time with the bride and then lead the groom to the centre square, you will find us there.”

With that said, she would give Odelia a nod of her head, before placing the glass down and walking over to where the lovely bride was currently talking to a friend. She was a beautiful woman, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes, most certainly attractive enough to capture the attention of the pleasure seeking witch. As she approached the two, the friend would walk off, leaving the bride alone although she quickly turned as Medeia approached her.

“Hello there. I do not believe I have met you before. Are you perhaps a friend of my…” The bride cheerfully started to say, before stopping in her tracks as her eyes met Medeia’s.

There was the slightest hint of magic that could be felt from Medeia at that point, an alluring pull that tugged at the blonde woman’s psyche, falling under the powerful Ace’s control. It was all so easy for the fallen angel and in moments, the blonde was completely under her spell. A smile crossed Medeia’s features and she softly said to her captive. “How silly, my dear, I am your closest friend and have been for years. How about we take a walk and get some fresh air before your wedding?”

The bride could only nod and reply. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea. I am feeling a bit nervous about all of this.”

With that said, Medeia would gently lead the bride out of the building through the closest exit, where she could have her fun.

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Odeila smiled giggling a little as she spoke, she knew she'd been caught by the Warlord of Lust, yes it was true she was on a job however she was in public still and while she spoke hishly she just spoke matter of factly.  "I haven't a clue what your referring to.  When your done I'll be out front." She said as she proceeded to walk away.  She sensed  a tinge of magic spark from her as she wrapped the brides mind slightly.  She was jealous that she couldn't use magic sometimes.  But she didn't need it for this nut seeing her do that with such ease.  She would turn away looking for the groom.  Spotting him she smiled taking off one if her smaller butterfly ribbons  and went to a group of flowers tying them up and prepared to keep him busy.

She walked up to the groom smiling a smile bowing before holding out ther flowers she was holding.  "Hello, congratulations on your wedding."  She said happily lookingat them man who smiled looking confused but accepting the gift handing to someone  so he could talk.  "Thank you, please forgive me I don't quite remember who you are."

She smiled warmly at the man before she spoke. "I understand it was a long time ago at a conference you got quite drunk at, but I appreciate you inviting me, where I am from wedding are a very time honored vow so seeing two people who love each other so warms my heart."  She said looking the man over, he was good looking but she was outta his league.  The man spoke up chuckling "Yeah, well I'm glad you could make it, and thank you, finding her was one of the best things that could have happened to me."  He spoke a matter of factly and honeyed words.

Odeila knowing how this would end gave a slight giggle.  But spoke quickly to cover it up. "I am quite envious of you, I only hope when I find love they love me as much as you love her, perhaps you can introduce me to your lovely bride."  Odeila said looking at the man as he spoke back.  "Of course we will have to find her though."  He said looking around.  Odeila wasted no time linking to his arm as if she was being escorted. She needed to give her impromptu partner time to work as she looked at the man. Why don't we check the back and work our way out to the front." She said since they went out the front. Hopefully that be enough time for the Warlord of Lust to work. With a nod the groom escorted her around while making small talk.

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There was always a special thrill that Medeia felt whenever she had someone under her complete control. It had always been that way with her and was a sensation that the angel never desired to give up willingly. Domination was both her business and most enjoyable hobby with the lovely blonde woman walking beside being just the latest to fall into the Warlord’s clutches. There was not the slightest hint of a fight from the bride, her mind as open to the dark mage as any book. Medeia could see into her soul and the images of the blue eyed lady's past were soon running through the Ace’s head. Such a sweet mortal and one with a loving heart which was about to be destroyed by what was about to happen. The woman’s quest for love would not end here or at least, not with who she had been planning on finding it with.

Not far away from the reception building and in the centre of the town sat a beautiful white bench, with a large water feature behind it. The piece must have cost a fortune to make and Medeia knew from the moment she saw it that it would be perfect for what she had in mind. Leading the bride towards it, she would motion for the woman to sit, before perching down besides her.

There was still not the slightest hint of the blonde fighting back against her dominating will and so Medeia simply leaned in close and whispered. “How about I help you forget all about that man of yours? It will not work out, my dear and you know that deep down. His family will cause nothing but trouble and you will never find the happiness you seek with him.”

The bride, still completely under the control of the witch, would slowly nod her head. “They always look down on me and always have. It is like they think he is marrying beneath himself by tying the knot with me. That is not my fault. I cannot change the fact that my family has a lower social status than his.”

“Of course not and if his family were anything other than snobbish pieces of rubbish then they would not care.” Medeia replied gently. “That is why you should not marry him and come with me instead. I will treat you as you deserve to be treated and show you what love truly is. You are beautiful and I would enjoy nothing more than whisking you away with me.”

“I...I…Would like that.” The bride uttered, a smile crossing her hypnotised features.

Taking one of the bride’s hands in hers, Medeia would then gently pull her into a kiss. The blonde could do nothing but melt into it, her arms wrapping around the witch’s. A deep and pleasurable kiss that would make anyone who saw them blush. The angel did not care though, knowing that the one person who she did wish to see the spectacle would come across the pair soon enough.

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As Odilia was escorted around the wedding halt making small talk with several people with the groom at her side the bride was nowhere to be found which was perfect and as the groom was horribly confused not knowing where his soon-to-be wife went she looked up at him with a small smile. " I don't see her anywhere around here, perhaps we might find her outside, maybe she went out on a small walk to get some and collect herself why don't we go check?" She says almost pulling him towards the door two influence his answer.

"Yeah I'm sure that's it oh, let's go see if we can surprise you outside maybe I can help." He said with a light chuckle as Odilia just nodded I'm sorry to walk with him towards the door wondering just how far she managed to get. " if anyone could help her I'm sure it's you if you two are as happy as you say you are." She says as they walk outside and start making their way around the venue.

Only walked around outside the venue knew where she had been taken but you didn't want to go there quite yet and she started to lead the man all around where she wasn't. To make small talk with him but she was more smiling and nodding at what he said you didn't have anything really important to say that she cared about. She honestly just want to get this done with in to talk to the warlord again. However eventually they would Round the Corner and there before authorized was the warlord of lust and the groom's bride making out on park bench as the groom discovers stunned watching for a second as Odilia did her best to fake surprise.

"Whats going on here! How could you do this!" He shouts working incredibly hurt and frustrated. Seeing them break their whip lock for a moment but before she could say anything Odilia holds him close and turns him away. " it's okay come on let's get out of here you don't need to see this..." she said as he moved the film quickly back towards the wedding home before the bride gets a word not wanting her to influence him to stay and work things out wanting to be as much pain as possible so the plan worked.. she looked over her shoulder once wondering what the warlord was going to do now as she led the group back inside comforting him the entire time getting ready to make a painful announcement inside.

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It appeared that the mage's little scheme had worked, judging from the upset tone of the groom’s voice, which pleased the witch. He had behaved precisely as she had thought he would and had been oh so easy to manipulate. The wedding would no doubt be called off now, without the slightest drop of blood shed. If anything, the job was going a tad too well and Medeia could not help but ponder if there would be a spanner in the work as from her experience, even the simplest task had the tendency to go wrong when humans and their ridiculous emotions were involved. How would the families handle the situation? Would they have the gall to strike at the Warlord herself? A foolish decision naturally but it would not have surprised her.

When she broke the kiss with the bride, Medeia found that the blonde had tears streaming down her face, seeming to have understood what the groom had said, despite her hypnotised state. The Ace was not entirely unsympathetic to the woman’s pain, having experienced heartbreak herself in the past and found herself drawing the blue eyed girl back towards her, a shoulder for the blonde to cry on. The bride needed no encouragement and was soon bawling her eyes out, her body shaking with sobs as Medeia’s gentle arms wrapped around her once again. The woman’s resolve had well and truly broken and the angel had her fully ensnared in her mind games. The bride was one of hers now.

“Let it all out.” Medeia said delicately, her lips inches away from the woman’s ear. “This is all for the best and you will understand that one day. I will help you to forget all about him and one day, you will look back and laugh that you ever wanted to marry such a fool.”

“What will happen to me now? My family is never going to forgive me for blowing this chance to marry into a higher class than our own.” The blonde tearfully replied, her face buried into the dark mage’s shoulder.

“They will either accept the fact that you two were not meant to be with each other or I will make them see. You are under my protection now, my dear and that means that your well being is my responsibility.” Her tone was delicate and supportive. “You will accompany me back to my home and I will not hear another word on the subject.”

Medeia could feel the woman nod into her shoulder, seeming to have understood the situation and no further words would be exchanged between the two, as the former allowed the latter to cry herself out. Soon enough, the bride would fall asleep from the exhaustion of it all and after storing her somewhere safe, the angelic being would then head back towards the reception, to see what the groom would do, having seen his fiancee in her arms. She was also rather looking forward to learning a little more about her job partner too.

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As Odeila made her way back into the banquet hall where the wedding was sappose to take place the groom was trembling In anger shaking his head looking to Odeila. "How could she do this....How did I not notice..." he said a tad angerly. Odeila looked saddened holding him close. "It's not your fault, wolves are often wearing sheep's clothing, your enlightenment shouldn't be stolen by that wolf, don't let her." She spoke looking at her already knowing the irony in her statement. As she lead him toward the stage so he could make the announcement he suddenly stopped. She glanced up at him noticing out of her preferal vision Media had entered
"Maybe I should....maybe I should talk to her...there has to be a reason...I need to know...I'm sorry I need to go." He said pulling away from Odeila. Where did this come from she wondered. This would be so much easier if she was like the Warlord of lust...but there was a trace of magic power in her. She had to think fast to prevent bloodshed. She took a breath quickly walking past him blocking his path. "Wait a moment....there is one more thing you need to know..." she said as he looked confused. She leaned in whispering as more then a few eyes were watching no one would hear her as she spoke. "That woman kissing your bride was the Warlord of Lust...the renowned criminal...that's why I whisked you away....your in danger if you go on with this..." this made his face go as pale as a ghost as he pulled her I close. "Why do you know that...what's a Warlord doing here!" He spoke quickly believing Odeila to be his savor now....he was totally of vase thinking this however. "I assume your bride is her latest catch...she probably came here to stop the wedding...probably by killing you...if you renounce the marriage and run you and your family will be safe." She said in a happy but almost sister threating tone. He said nothing more rushing to the stage.

"A attention everyone.." he said stuttering slightly. "The wedding is hear by canceled and won't be happening anymore. I apologize in advance to anyone who came out from far but to anyone listening...I have to interest in her anymore and will be leaving now." He said quickly getting off the stage as he ran out the back spooked as several people followed him to get answers. After that spectacle Odeila would meet Media outside to finish there talk.

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A smile crossed her features at the spectacle that was taking place before her. The groom was clearly petrified of her and she assumed that was because of something that Odeila had said. He sprinted out of the room like a hare as soon as he had cancelled the wedding, leaving the angel to chuckle to herself. It appeared that the job was well and truly finished now and all that was left to do was to retrieve their well deserved reward from the spoiled brat who had given them both the job. She was a little annoyed with the punk in a way for not trusting her to be able to complete it alone but the raven haired woman would make him pay for it later. Still, meeting Odeila had been entertaining and Medeia even had a new beautiful lady to add to her collection. It could not have gone better in truth.

Once the building had cleared, Medeia would follow Odeila through the exit where the two would talk for quite some time. It had been quite some time since she had come across a new job partner and Odeila was certainly appealing to the devious witch. She certainly hoped that the two would meet again and as they talked, the angel was tempted to make an offer of mentorship. Her job partner for the day was clearly still growing as a warrior and had quite a long way to go but Medeia could tell that she had the commitment to practice and train. She was quite a sweet soul too which the angel found rather delightful and the raven haired woman was looking forward to getting to know her a little better.

Pleased with how the entire job had gone, the dark mage would be in a good mood for quite some time. At least until she came across the new fool who said something stupid to her anyway.

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