Okay, basically this idea came from those crazy chats that jirachiman facilitated between me, Floating Flames, and a bunch of other people on serebii. I talked to Floating Flames (from here on out referred to as simply "flames") privately after one of the chats and discussed the idea of creating a soap operaesque kind of fic out of the convo's. Okay, so I will be posting every other installment since that's how we're writing them (who says co-authored fics can't work?). Okay, so, here's the prologue of The Drama of Serebii. Enjoy.
A Floating Flames and Billy5772 production...
“Are you ready yet?” Patricia called from the driveway. Her hair was done neatly in curls and the expanse of her body was draped in a fine fabric. The wedding of Anthony and Kelly was at hand; punctuality and dress were important. Michael jogged down the stairs in his black blazer and tie.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready,” Michael whispered to himself.
“What’s that, Michael?”
“I said, I’m glad we’re goin’ rock steady.” A weird pause ensued, quickly followed by sudden motion towards Michael’s convertible.
* * *
“Ah!” shrieked the bride to be. “What the hell are you doing?!” If Kelly wasn’t superstitious, no one was. Draped head to toe in a pearly white wedding gown, she now was ducking down behind a wooden chair in her “bridal dressing room” (a.k.a. the church’s baby feeding room).
“I’m sorry, I didn’t actually see you,” he lied, merely to calm his bride-to-be. The fact was, he was convinced he’d caught a glimpse of her auburn-hued hair in the corner of his eye, but he could have been mistaken; the chair was similarly colored.
“Then get out!” she yelled from behind it. Anthony turned to leave, lowering his head so as not to bump it on the door seal. An exceptionally tall man he was at six feet, three inches.
“My special day, huh? Why do I feel so unhappy?” Anthony walked through the hallways of the church in deep thought. That is, until all 300 pounds of his 5’6” friend, Lewis, came rushing down the hallway, almost toppling him over in perfect bowling ball versus pin style.
“Lewis, you need to watch where you’re going.” His tubby friend looked up at him with apologetic eyes.
“I’m sorry, but where’s Patty?” Long before the wedding, Lewis had developed a fascination with Patty. She was his Beautiful Flower. At first it had been sweet, and Patricia appreciated the sentiment. Now, however, it had become downright creepy and disconcerting. Patricia often would avoid him at all costs, lest she have to endure his constant proclaiming of his love for her. Even when he discovered the feeling not to be mutual, Lewis persisted.
“I believe she’s helping the bride get ready, Lewis.”
“I will survive for now, then…I guess.” Lewis paused and leaned against a wall in the hallway. As Anthony turned to walk away, “Alas, my heart is not as strong as I thought! I am officially dangerously Patricia deprived!” Anthony turned around to stare in the face of undiluted love sickness of the most sad kind; the unrequited kind. Lewis grabbed Anthony by the shoulders, straining to raise his arms up at such a steep angle.
“I have one thing to say to you, Lewis. Lozengefulness.”
An almost instant change from deep, love-sick sorrow to complete and utter confusion befell Lewis.
“What?” he said, relinquishing his grasp on Anthony’s shoulders. Anthony walked away confidently, leaving a confused, short, and sad 300 pound man in the hallway outside of the bride’s dressing room.
* * *
At speeds barely legal, Billy whipped through the urban streets in his black mustang convertible with top down. The sky was cloudy, but he had his shades on anyway, maintaining the image of cool no matter the complete impracticality. He made a sharp turn and got onto the highway only to come to a complete stop suddenly as the traffic was thicker.
“Dang!” he exclaimed, leaning back in his seat and reaching for the volume control on his radio.
“Well, he knows not to expect me to be on time to anything anyway.”
* * *
“Father Riffer?”
“Yes, to the uninformed, I suppose. I’m here to perform the ceremony.”
“Aren’t you a little late? The wedding’s gonna start in less than an hour.”
“Are you questioning me?”
“Kinda.”
“Don’t you know who I am?”
“Just that you’re Fath…..” Father Riffer interrupted quickly.
“No, I Am.”
“…”
“When they ask who performed the ceremony, tell them that I Am did.”
“Well, I guess you could’ve been worse than narcissistic. Oh well.” Patricia led the reverend to the upper sanctuary from the entrance.
* * *
Billy moved at a snail’s pace along the long path of highway that separated him from his friend Anthony’s wedding. The radio continued to play…
‘Cause sometimes it raaaaains all over your parade,
like you’re reachin’ for the sun, and you’re landin’ in the shade
As if it were a prophecy, the song finished the verse just as droplets of water began to fall from the sky.
“Uh, now rain?!” Billy complained as he put the hood back over his car.
We interrupt this program to bring a special report…
It seems as if large storm clouds have spontaneously formed and meteorologists have predicted a heavy storm.
Just then, the water began to pour down in buckets.
“Whoa, talk about no-wait-weather.”
We did not foresee such a heavy downpour. I think it’s Lugia’s time of the month…which then raises the question, is this rain?
Billy shut his radio off and vigorously wiped the few drops of precipitation that had hit his hands off onto the passenger seat.
-END PROLOGUE
a/n: all characters and love quadrangles have not been introduced yet. Stay tuned as the plot will thicken.
also, there are some references to other characters in this place in the fic besides the ones on the cast list. can you guess who they are? cameos are in store as well.
A Floating Flames and Billy5772 production...
The Drama of Serebii
Starring:
Burnt Flower – Patricia
Purple Drake – Kelly
Serpent Syra – Anthony
Floating Flames – Michael
Billy5772 – Billy
Vortex – Mike
Iceking – Fenit
Jirachiman876 – Lewy
Breezy – Jamie
Scrap – Xenia
Act - Alexis
Father Riffer - ????
Starring:
Burnt Flower – Patricia
Purple Drake – Kelly
Serpent Syra – Anthony
Floating Flames – Michael
Billy5772 – Billy
Vortex – Mike
Iceking – Fenit
Jirachiman876 – Lewy
Breezy – Jamie
Scrap – Xenia
Act - Alexis
Father Riffer - ????
“Are you ready yet?” Patricia called from the driveway. Her hair was done neatly in curls and the expanse of her body was draped in a fine fabric. The wedding of Anthony and Kelly was at hand; punctuality and dress were important. Michael jogged down the stairs in his black blazer and tie.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready,” Michael whispered to himself.
“What’s that, Michael?”
“I said, I’m glad we’re goin’ rock steady.” A weird pause ensued, quickly followed by sudden motion towards Michael’s convertible.
* * *
“Ah!” shrieked the bride to be. “What the hell are you doing?!” If Kelly wasn’t superstitious, no one was. Draped head to toe in a pearly white wedding gown, she now was ducking down behind a wooden chair in her “bridal dressing room” (a.k.a. the church’s baby feeding room).
“I’m sorry, I didn’t actually see you,” he lied, merely to calm his bride-to-be. The fact was, he was convinced he’d caught a glimpse of her auburn-hued hair in the corner of his eye, but he could have been mistaken; the chair was similarly colored.
“Then get out!” she yelled from behind it. Anthony turned to leave, lowering his head so as not to bump it on the door seal. An exceptionally tall man he was at six feet, three inches.
“My special day, huh? Why do I feel so unhappy?” Anthony walked through the hallways of the church in deep thought. That is, until all 300 pounds of his 5’6” friend, Lewis, came rushing down the hallway, almost toppling him over in perfect bowling ball versus pin style.
“Lewis, you need to watch where you’re going.” His tubby friend looked up at him with apologetic eyes.
“I’m sorry, but where’s Patty?” Long before the wedding, Lewis had developed a fascination with Patty. She was his Beautiful Flower. At first it had been sweet, and Patricia appreciated the sentiment. Now, however, it had become downright creepy and disconcerting. Patricia often would avoid him at all costs, lest she have to endure his constant proclaiming of his love for her. Even when he discovered the feeling not to be mutual, Lewis persisted.
“I believe she’s helping the bride get ready, Lewis.”
“I will survive for now, then…I guess.” Lewis paused and leaned against a wall in the hallway. As Anthony turned to walk away, “Alas, my heart is not as strong as I thought! I am officially dangerously Patricia deprived!” Anthony turned around to stare in the face of undiluted love sickness of the most sad kind; the unrequited kind. Lewis grabbed Anthony by the shoulders, straining to raise his arms up at such a steep angle.
“I have one thing to say to you, Lewis. Lozengefulness.”
An almost instant change from deep, love-sick sorrow to complete and utter confusion befell Lewis.
“What?” he said, relinquishing his grasp on Anthony’s shoulders. Anthony walked away confidently, leaving a confused, short, and sad 300 pound man in the hallway outside of the bride’s dressing room.
* * *
At speeds barely legal, Billy whipped through the urban streets in his black mustang convertible with top down. The sky was cloudy, but he had his shades on anyway, maintaining the image of cool no matter the complete impracticality. He made a sharp turn and got onto the highway only to come to a complete stop suddenly as the traffic was thicker.
“Dang!” he exclaimed, leaning back in his seat and reaching for the volume control on his radio.
“Well, he knows not to expect me to be on time to anything anyway.”
* * *
“Father Riffer?”
“Yes, to the uninformed, I suppose. I’m here to perform the ceremony.”
“Aren’t you a little late? The wedding’s gonna start in less than an hour.”
“Are you questioning me?”
“Kinda.”
“Don’t you know who I am?”
“Just that you’re Fath…..” Father Riffer interrupted quickly.
“No, I Am.”
“…”
“When they ask who performed the ceremony, tell them that I Am did.”
“Well, I guess you could’ve been worse than narcissistic. Oh well.” Patricia led the reverend to the upper sanctuary from the entrance.
* * *
Billy moved at a snail’s pace along the long path of highway that separated him from his friend Anthony’s wedding. The radio continued to play…
‘Cause sometimes it raaaaains all over your parade,
like you’re reachin’ for the sun, and you’re landin’ in the shade
As if it were a prophecy, the song finished the verse just as droplets of water began to fall from the sky.
“Uh, now rain?!” Billy complained as he put the hood back over his car.
We interrupt this program to bring a special report…
It seems as if large storm clouds have spontaneously formed and meteorologists have predicted a heavy storm.
Just then, the water began to pour down in buckets.
“Whoa, talk about no-wait-weather.”
We did not foresee such a heavy downpour. I think it’s Lugia’s time of the month…which then raises the question, is this rain?
Billy shut his radio off and vigorously wiped the few drops of precipitation that had hit his hands off onto the passenger seat.
-END PROLOGUE
a/n: all characters and love quadrangles have not been introduced yet. Stay tuned as the plot will thicken.
also, there are some references to other characters in this place in the fic besides the ones on the cast list. can you guess who they are? cameos are in store as well.
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