randomplaces | Gargoyles' reality. Castle Wyvern. Wedding bells.

Goliath looked out over the large room, his eyes resting on the gathering of the Manhattan clans and their friends and kin. Everyone was there but for their alternate brethren and Lex and Emily. The latter two were watching the event via closed-circuit television from Lex's hospital room, and the former... well, he hoped they were going to be here soon.

Behind him Hudson muttered and grumbled nervously, and he glanced over his shoulder. "Peace, old friend. All will be well."

"Sez the bloke that just hit the wall agin this verra mornin'," returned Hudson with uncharacteristic heat, then sighed and turned away to pace.

Goliath closed the door to the groom's room and walked over to pour the old gargoyle a drink of the wine that David had brought in earlier.

That worthy individual was contemplating the window, his hands folded behind his back. "Claw's new wife is a lovely woman."

"Aye." Hudson knocked back his drink and slumped into a chair. "Part 'o me's wishin' Lucy 'n I had just done as they did."

"No you're not," said Goliath calmly. "You decided on this for Lucy."

"Aye." The old one sighed.

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"Thank-you, Broadway," Goliath said. His Clan too, was in something of their "Sunday best", a mixture of more modern and older style clothing, as depended upon individual preference.

Brooklyn, meanwhile, looked up at himself. "By the Dragon, was I ever really that young?"

Kat affectionately ran a finger over one of his horns. "I believe so, yes."

"Cute kid," their Broadway added.

"Who you callin' young, Grandpa?" Brooklyn hunkered down with his elbow on his knee and smirked at his older alter, his suit shirt unbuttoned at the neck and his tie hanging loose.

"She's mine and Angela's." Broadway offered her as she reached curiously for his twin. "Well, she is now. We just got all the paperwork finished today.

And then Claw stepped from the far doorway, heading toward the hall. Ryan walked on one side of him, and a woman the colour of pink granite walked on his other, her massive dark green wings cloaked over her shoulders.

The big tiger mutate paused to look at the newcomers, and Broadway made introductions, starting with the visiting clans and finishing with, "And this is his son Ryan, and his wife Sandeidechse.

"Congratulations," Angela said.

Brooklyn shouted up, good naturedly at his alt. "Aw, who're you trying to fool with the cool kid act?!"

Claw, meanwhile, was struck speechless. Er... more so than usual.

"Auntie!" Chelsea abandoned the visiting Broadway to hop over and see Angela.

"Old fart." Brooklyn laughed and razzed his older twin, eyes dancing.

"Please to call me Lizard," said Sandeidechse softly, her words carrying a very heavy Germanic accent. "Is vhat my name means."

"Sand lizard," offered Ryan, looking at his father's alternate curiously.

Angela was flustered, caught off-guard for a moment. "Um... hello, little one," he said.

Brooklyn just laughed at his younger twin. "Older and wiser, pal."

Nash just rolled his eyes. "Daaaaad, you're acting like a doofus!"

Claw canted his head to one side slightly and shrugged his broad shoulders.

"Pittypittypittypitty," whispered Chelsea, patting Angela's face.

"Older and lamer!" Young Brooklyn laughed and crushed out his cigarette, then hopped down and flipped it into a trash can as he walked over to get a closer look at the newcomers.

Ryan crooked the other Claw a grin.

And Broadway noticed something odd about the girl introduced as 'Guenevere' and frowned at her suspiciously.

Angela allowed the patting to continue, seeing no harm in it. "Thank-you, sweetie," she said.

Katana just shook her head at the antics of this variation of her mate. "I am thankful you outgrew this stage. Because otherwise, I would have to kill you."

"You're kidding, right?"

Her look in reply was one of perfect serenity. "You tell me."

Claw grinned in return.

And Guinevere looked like she wanted to hide, already feeling that this was a very bad idea.

Broadway looked questioningly to Goliath and Elisa, his expression asking about the red-haired girl.

"Love love." Chelsea snuggled against Angela and put her thumb in her mouth with a sigh.

"Dang, you are just like Maria." Brooklyn blinked at Katana.

Kat continued her serene little smile, and runs a hand under his chin. "It does take a certain type to tame the wild ones."

Elisa and Goliath exchanged an uncomfortable look. "Guinevere is.." Goliath started, then tried again. "Who she is, is more a matter of who she is not yet."

"No way." Ryan turned his head, his freckled face dropping to a frown. "That's not how you define somebody. Alternates aren't necessarily the same, anymore than Franklin's Thailog."

"Tame?" Brooklyn looked sideways, but then nearly jumped out of his tux as slender claws dug into his ribs from behind. "AHHHHHHH!"

Chelsea startled and whimpered, her little hand clutching a handful of Angela's garment as she frowned.

"It was... quite the task," Kat chuckled. "But I believe I was largely successful."

"Uh, Kat, hon? I can hear you."

"You were intended to."

Angela gently stroked at Chelsea's hair and softly whispered reassurances.

"It becomes quite the concern," Guinevere says, speaking up at last, "when one might become one of the world's greatest monsters."

Gargoyles' reality. Castle Wyvern. Wedding bells.

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