The last few remaining guests were gradually making their way towards the chapel's doors, as the entertainment was clearly over.
A pair of people, however, did not seem ready to leave. One, a tall, hispanic man, was attempting to find out if any of the drinks containers at the buffet contained tea. So far, he'd found coffee, hot chocolate, beer, water, and for some reason, extra-gooey strawberry flavoured synth-shake, and was currently attempting to open a large metal hot water dispenser, in case that happened to be where the tea was kept.
The other was sitting by the duckpond, trailing his fingers through the water with an air of complete absorbtion.
Having finally found teabags in a small box, the man poured hot water into a teacup, added the teabag, then reached into his suit jacket, pulling out a small vial filled with orange dust. He sprinkled a small amount into the tea, closed the vial and carefully slipped it back into a pocket. Then, he began to drink the tea with slow sips, his little finger sticking out in the style of a bretonian aristocrat. His obvious content was cut short when he noticed a strange and rather unpleasant smell. He looked around, trying to spot the source, then his eyes focussed on the man by the duckpond.
The man, a half smile on his face, was industriously attempting to set the pond on fire. Half of the duckies were already ablaze, and the man clapped his hands in glee as one duck's internal pressure reached a critical point, causing it to explode, showering burning rubber over much of the pond's surface. "Burny pond is pretty..." he said, almost to himself.
The hispanic man walked over and put a hand on the other man's shoulder.
"Rex, we'd better get going before the old bill catches onto us, what what?" he said, his accent seemingly slipping between upper class Bretonian and hispanic at random
"OK Mister Rodrigo person, pond thingy is all nice and burny now" Rex replied, standing up as another duck exploded.
As the pair of them walked towards the chapel doors, Rex suddenly stopped.
"What about the Brakelthingy's present? He ran away, didn't he?"
"Yes, Rex, he did"
"But the Brakelthingy needs his present, it's a nice present so he needs it!"
"I dare say he does, old bean"
"Then we need to find him and give him the present, Mister Rodrigo person!"
Rex began running out of the chapel, Rodrigo close behind, heading for a Rhino freighter with more than its fair share of weapons marks.
"Mister Rodrigo person, we need to get Pretty Barghest back then find the Brakelthingy!"
"Yes, Rex, but I'll have you know my name isn't Rodrigo, It's Quentin Hodgkiss-Trufflesby the Third, proud citizen of Bretonia. Long live Queen Car...Cardi!"
A few minutes passed and the Rhino took off, speeding towards the elevators which would take it back out into space, where, hidden deep in an asteroid field, Rex's Barghest was waiting.
