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Lady Celes Crusader

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  1. Merci beaucoup! Quelle charmante façon de nous souhaiter un joyeux anniversaire.
  2. Happy Birthday Crypto! I appreciate how of a delicate fellow you are.
  3. Among the planks, the paint rollers and all renovation ado, Celes joins the party. - Thanks for your wishes and happy birthday to all the fellow celebrants.
  4. As Gwaihir announced the good news, Celes was overjoyed: Katzaniel had been among the pennites her answered to her plea for learning the Troubadour's ways. She hastily walks over Katz and kisses her cheecks. - Congratulations! I knew you could achieve it as you always impressed me either in Roleplay or storytelling.
  5. *Gives hugs to both Xaious and Vincent* I'm glad to know that you're among us and that you're doing fine, considering the circumstances.
  6. the discovery of the reasons why tulips always babble about nonsense. It had been theorized that tulips needed to babble because they were sprouting from a fertile ground of ideas. However, the research results demonstrated without any doubts that the tulips babbled because they can. Dubfounded by the simplicity of the conclusions, scientists decided to abandonned their ways and to turn themselves to the flowers. As they preach, they...
  7. I wish good luck to the New Orleans's survivor and hope that they could have a normal life as soon as possible.
  8. *Gives hugs to her favorite pengy* I'm glad to know that you're still in one piece even thought life did throw at you its share of curveballs.
  9. I'm glad that you've been smart enough to go at the emergency. Take care of yourself.
  10. A decade had past, but the time of war was approaching, as a Toshiyama Makoto was talking to the hygenkyoi tribe. Toshiyama was the Lord of a small domain neighbour to one belonging to Mizuhara, a strong supporter to the Emperor and an ardent Seer sympathizer. As for Toshiyama-sama, although he was a human, he is one that always thought that hygenkyoi should be treated as normal citizen and that their formidable abilities could be used in their advantage against China or any other potential invader. However, having Mizuhara-sama's domain nearby poses a threat to his ambitions as this lord could brand Toshiyama-sama as a traitor. The assembly was composed of Kojima Shoji who was now the tribe leader, Kamiya Yumi, Kinjiru-san who is the son of a wandering herborist, Toshiyama Makoto, Yamamoto Anji who is Toshiyama-sama's personnal advisor and four guards. - Mizuhara-sama keeps doing some insinuations about me, hinting that he might know my opinion about the hygenkyoi., shares a the middle-aged lord who's attirace respect every Samuraï protocol, It'll be only a matter of time that he'll give my head to the Emperor. - However, we need this to be a very discreet operation as we do not wish to attract any attention on us., advises Anji, a slim man in his fifthies who wears a diplomat attire, while stroking his long beard, I wonder if any of your fellow warriors could do it. Kojima-sama nods and glances at both Kamiya and Kinjiru. He knows too well how delicate and dangerous this mission was but he knows that he couldn't protect Kamiya from danger forever. - I can do it, my Lord, hushes sofly Yumi, I've served as a geisha there often and I know now would be the best time to strike as he'll have the fewest number of guests. I know how risky it'll be but if we can kill a Seer and a Herborist in the same time, it'll worth it. - A Seer and a Herborist?, asks Kojima-sama, Are you sure about it? - We are sure about that Kojima-sama, answers Kinjiru-san, My father sold many types of herbs, some more exotic than others, to the Mizuhara castle weekly. Also, both Kamiya-san and I felt a Seer's presence on numerous occasions during our visits. However, we don't know who they might be. Yumi feels her mate's worries but she knows that she have to carry on the plan. The assembly decided that the first victim would be Kinjiru-san's father as he might be in the way for the future killings. The risk of losing both hygenkyoi is high, but it could result in either having Mizuhara-sama dead, or having his honor severly tarnished. Both issues would be satisfying for Toshiyama-sama, who agrees to pay a hefty sum for the services. Later that nigh, both Yumi and Shoji where in the futon, in their wereform. The fox buries her muzzle in the dark wolf's chest. Shoji recalls the day he saw Yumi for the first time, showing all her beauty while she was bathing and how she was fascinated by him. He recalls feelings her delicate frame against his rugged one when he made her his mate. He recalls when she went from the innocent cub to the vixen that she is now. He knows that Yumi made many missions, but he fears that he might lose her on this one. - I am afraid, replies the kitsune geisha, but I know I have no choice if we want to have more and more freedom. I'll promise that I'll get out of this castle alive. - My love, replies the werewolf, I trust you and I trust Kinjiru-san. I know you'll do the best to get out alive. Both mates sleep in each other's arms for the remainder of the night, hoping it wont be the last time. Yumi departed first to the Mizuhara castle, as all geishas were expected to be there by noon. Before she left, she had been informed that the Emperor was expected to visit the lord a week later and it might be interesting to kill him. As for Kinjiru-san, he joigned his father first and they headed for the castle later that morning. When Yumi was greeted at the castle, Lord Mizuhara was pleased to see the highly reputable Geisha he whispers in her ears that he would like some private services this afternoon. Yumi knows too well what he meant, but since he gives her extra for it, she doesn't mind it that much. After the first murder, Yumi's strategy was all too clear for her; remain discreet and calm while using credible guest's opinions in order to deflect any attention from her, but also from Kinjiru-san. Shimizu Akane, Lord Washima's head concubine, was the perfect guest for that purpose. Unwittingly, she always accused anyone but the two hygenkyoi until the Herborist's death. But since both Seer and Herborist were gone, her purpose was over and she was promptly executed by Yumi and Kinjiru. After the last guest's execution and the following massacre, both Hygenkyoi waited for the Emperor's arrival in vain: someone must have warned him. After snarling her dissapointement, Yumi looks at Kinjiru-san. - There's no use to wait for here. If he's warned, he'll come back with his army. Let's head beack to the castle and removes traces of our presence and... let's bring some presents for our client. Kamiya Ritsuko and Yoko waited for their sister's return impatiently at Kojima-sama's lair. The werewolf lord was discussing with Toshiyama-sama who was accompagnied by his Yamamoto-san and a third man. At that moment, ruffles and hustles are heard coming from the entrance of the lair. The Kamiya sisters rushed to the gathered people with haste. - Kojima-sama! They are back! Yumi-san and Kinjiu-san are back! Joy invaded Shoji's heart as he learned that his beloved mate is still alive. When he saw Yumi at the entrance, he was delighted and drops any formallity to hug and kiss her passionnatly. He then invited both her and Kinjiru-san to the gathering. The third man introduced himself as Washibu-sama, lord of a domain that was nearby Toshiyama's. Kinjiru-san was carrying a bloody bag and empties it's content in front of the lords. - Ahhh! Mizuhara's head!, rejoices Toshiyama-sama as he exams the severed heads, This is one I'm glad to see dead. Oh? Is that Washima-sama? What a delightful surprise! - He was among the guests, however,adds Kinjiru-san Mizuhara hid his son in safety. - Worry not about the child, comments Washibu-sama, Few nobility offpring will survive these trouble times we planned ahead. Is that Iago-sama's head? - Yes. He was also a Shinto Seer.,adds Yumi - Excellent! And I believe that this man's head is the herborist you and Kinjiru-san talked about?, asks Toshiyama-sama. - Indeed. However, it seems that someone warned the Emperor about us., frowns Yumi. - A messenger told us that the Emperor delayed his visit to the Mizuhara castle, which is why Washibu is here. , explains Kojima-sama, He's offering us hospitality in his domain as a reward for killing Mizuhara. We'll need to hide after this incident, especially if two lords and a proeminent Shinto Seer had been killed by your hands. A week after the incident, the hygenkyoi are now living on Washibu's domain for their services. Yumi and Shoji were pondering of the consequeces of the events and the turmoil ahead. - Do you think one day, humans will stop repressing us? , asks Yumi. - Humans will still fear us, replies Shoji, although if more humans like Washibu takes the time to understand us, things might be for the better. - I can only hope so, my love. Both hygenkyoi looks over the setting sun, with hopes for a better world for their kind... THE END ******************************************* Author's note: In this last chapter, I took the liberty to borrow characters from the Werewolf game this story comes from. However, I used them as minimally as possible and I tried to be as faithful to the character as needed.
  11. Happy Birthday to both of you! :wizzie:
  12. Arielle, one of the Manor of Tongue's Café waitress, rushes over the Cuisine where Celes is discussing with Alice. - Madame! Madame! - What it is Arielle?, asks Celes with curiosity. - It's Brute! He's back! Right here in the Pen! - Brute? Really? Well, that's one folk I havent seen since a while! (OOC: Welcome back Brute. )
  13. Listen to your gut feeling, the one that tingles and makes you do things that you really wish for.
  14. It was a beautiful summer day. That day, I ventured into a petshop, looking for a would be companion for Carbone. Alone in its cage, an adorable black cat was staring at me, wanting to find someone to love and to cherish him. This is how this little fellow, that I called Cambronne entered in my life. As the years passed, his mischiefs filled with torned apart toilet paper rolls, bugging the hell out of Carbone and chewing any paper sheet he could find made me smile as much as his devoted affection that he showed to me by meowing to me and by rubbing his sides on me. His clockwork habits such as the way he waited for me to get out of my bedroom, as the way he accompagnied me in the bathroom, the way he loved touching the still water in his bowl or prowling in the dampened bath tub after each shower are all heartwarming memories. Memories indeed, because during these last days, Cambronne's health declined rapidly and severly. On that very last morning of his life, the one who was the king of his little world forced his way into the master bedroom, room he wasn't normally allowed to. I've called the vetenarian and managed to get an early appointement so they can check on his health. After putting Cambronne in his transport cage, Styler and I rushed to the vetenarian's office. Once there, the lady welcomed us and exams the poor little creature on the stainless steel counter. Suddenly, her face darkens and she annonced the dreaded verdict: Cambronne is doomed to die. While both Styler and I had hoped that it was something curable, the annoucement crushed our heart and we both started to cry. The vetenarian told us that his kidneys were ill and it was a matter of time that they'll stop to work and while humans have access to treatments and kidney transplants, there was no such things for pets. She leaves us alone for a moment and told us she'll be back in order to see what we'll decide to do with him. I cried so hard an looked at him. I know that I have the ghastly responsability to decide whether I shall ask the vetenarian to put Cambronne in his final sleep or not. I grab and hug Cambronne for a moment, gave him a kiss in his forhead and laid him down back on examination counter. Then, I thanked him for being the good cat he was and for all the happy moments he gave to Styler and I. The decision was taken: Cambronne suffered enough and he showed us that he was ready to go when he visited our bedroom earlier this morning. When the lady came back, I've told her that I wanted to put an end to Cambronne's pain. She nodded with empathy and told me that she'll prepare the documents regarding the procedure. Styler told me that I took a very courageous decision while I cried more, staring at poor Cambronne. Even in sickness, Cambronne kept that proud gaze that was his since forever. The vetenarian came back with the autorisation form. All I was able to read on it was Cambronne's name and mine. I gather my strenght and courage and sign with a heavy heart. I then ask her to start the procedure because I couldn't bear to see my cat suffering anymore. After a moment, she came back with her assistant and ask me if I wanted to stay for the procedure. I accepted, because my gut instincts told me that Cambronne wants me to stay with him. She told me that even thought I choose to watch the euthanasia, I could leave the room anytime I wish too. After she shaved his right front paw, the vetenarian inserted the butterfly needle in his vein while her assistant holds Cambronne in place. The brave cat never whined during the procedure. As she was injecting the lethal liquid in Cambronne's vein, the spark of life in his eyes vanished. After the vetenarian grabs her stetoscope and checks his heart, the terrible truth hit hard on me: Cambronne was gone. The vetenarian told us that we could stay as long as we wish while both her and the assistant leaves. Styler and I cried as we stared at Cambronne's lifeless body. Then, I decided to hug what was left of this adorable bundle of fluff one last time only to feel its emptyness. I've gently putted the fragile body back on the steel counter and we silently glances at it. I ask Styler to go find the vetenarian as I wanted to enquired about the following procedures. The kind vetenarian came back and told us that they'll send in over a crematorium that respects the animals and that we could ask for Cambronne's ashes if we want to. I didn't want to as seeing his lifeless body was already wrecking my feelings, the thoughts of having his ashes just messed me up even further. We stayed another minute with Cambronne's remains and I decided that it was time for me to leave as I couldn't take it anymore. I turned my attention to the cage and I secured its door within its two locks. CLANG! CLANG! Each noise pinched my heart a bit further. As I take the now empty cage and left the room with Styler, I glanced at Cambronne's body for one last time and walked out from the examination room. Styler hugged me and pays the fees while I was staring in the void, trying to pull myself together in front of the other clients. After we thanked the vet for her kindness and professionalism we both left the vetenarian clinic. And it was a beautiful summer day...
  15. I'll skip that one as I'm unsure if I'll have time to play it.
  16. Belated Happy Birthday for all! :woot:
  17. *rofl* Wyvern, that was pure genius. Perhaps we could tailor a test like that with Pennites as templates.
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