Lady Celes Crusader

Héhéhé. Pauvre Yui. Tu est pardonnée.

*lol* Here's the hugging machine coming.

Short & Sweet It reminds me of the universe in which each of Salvador Dali's paintings bathed. Well done!

I could envisionne the little girl who treats herself with all these goodies! Great work

(Conversion Confusion, this is actually the fourth post in this thread) Indeed, my comments will be similar to what Yui already said. Great work, greedy lizard. Well, at least, you share your talent to us all

Well, its all 4 actually (Styler, the cats and myself are now living under the same roof). I'm doing well, although that I'm feeling desoriented since I'm now 1 hour away from the neighborhood I lived in since pratically all my life. Styler is well and happy. Both cats are comfortable and they totally stopped the fights, which were daily since the day I adopted Cambronne, although they still a bit shyer than the usual.

Are you THE XELNAGA??? The crazy Bartender that haunted TFM's channel onces??? Its Zakuro here and its nice to see you around

Things had been strange lately, at least from Carbone and Cambronne point of view. The furniture they are used to see during the last two years are gone, boxes are pilling here and there all over the place, a new guy had moved in and, worse of all, their mistress is nowhere to be seen. On the coutertop, behind the microwave that is placed in an angle, the grey, tigered stripped Carbone and the black Cambronne are cuddled behind it, burying their usual war hatchet. Both cats are scared and confused. Carbone: What is going on here? What's the deal with that new guy? Where's the furniture??? Where's mistress? Did she forget us??? Now, I'm stuck with HIM!!!! Oh well, at least, he's the only thing familiar here. Cambronne: Where's mistress? I missed her! At least, Carbone let me hide next to her! I understand why she finds it scary! Hours later, Celes finally arrives into the appartment. But, before packing her remaining objects, she decides to look for her cats and calls them out. Cambronne: IS THAT MISTRESS???? Cambronne jumps off the countertop and greets his mistress while delightfully rubbing his sides on her legs. Cambronne: MISTRESS!!! I knew it was you! I missed you SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much! Where had you been all this time? Oh that doesn't matter! You're here and I'm happy! Carbone hesitates for a while and shyly decides to greet her mistress as well. Celes grabs the female cat and cuddles Carbone in her arms while hushing. Carbone: I'm happy to see you! I knew that you didn't forget me. I reminded you to not forget me when I was laying on your lap. Ok... It was nice to be in you arms for a while but I still don't like to be in anybody's arms. Can you let go? Please? Celes gently puts her cat down on the floor before Carbone wiggles too much and starts to pack the remains of her belongings. Sitting along the cats' litter box and their usual toys, a cage and a cardboard box with holes that Cambronne tried earlier were waiting for the cats. Both cats are hidden behind one of the new comer's furniture. Carbone: Why mistress is putting more things in these boxes? What that cage is doing HERE? I don't wanna see these people with weird white clothes. I hope, she wont put me in there. Cambronne: Oh!!! There's that nice box! I liked the comfy blanket that is inside it. Oh!!!! Is mistress going to that place I'm not allowed to go to? I'll sneak behind her and I'll go in there! Celes shows her brother's roomate the boiler room and tells him everything he needs to know about it and the adjoining workshop, while Cambronne was exploring this place. Cambronne: Hehehehehehe! She didn't noticed me! I love to explore this place! Its full of strange objects Celes and the weird guy left the boiler room, closing the door behind them and leaving the curious cat alone, in the dark. Styler, Celes' boyfriend packed all the boxes and the dismantled tables in the rear of the pick-up he borrowed from his father. The only thing that left are the cats' things. Celes taps on a chair and calls out Carbone. Carbone: Oh yeah!!!! Rub my cheecks!!! Rub my head!!! I love it!!!! The lady rubs her cat's head for a while but it was time to put Carbone in her cage. She opens it, grabs the pet and struggles to put the feline in the dreaded cage! Carbone: OH NO!!!!!! I-DON'T-WANT-TO-GO-IN-THERE!!!!!! DON'T-BRING-ME-TO-THESE-WEIRD-GUYS-WITH-WEIRD-WHITE-CLOTHES!!!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT BUT PLEASE, DON'T PUT ME IN THERE!!!!! Carbone was finally locked in the cage and starts to meow her sadness and fear. Meanwhile, Celes looks for her other cat. She calls him out throughout the whole appartment but the cat is nowhere to be seen. Cambronne: I'm here, Mistress!!! Get me out of here! Its so dark, so boring and there's dust everywhere! His mistress finally opens the boiler room's door and sights of relief when she sees Cambronne running out of it. It was his turn ot go to his box. She leads him over the box he tried earlier and she puts him gently. Then, she closes the box's lid and puts Carbone's cage on top of it. That way, Cambronne wont be able to push his way out. Cambronne: Ohhhh!!! I'm in that nice comfy box with that nice comfy blanket!!! Why Mistress closed the box? Oooohhhh!!!! I know!!!! Its a new game!!!! Sounds fun to me!!!! Carbone, who was meowing since a while already, realizes that Cambronne, although stuck in the same situation than her's, didn't showed any sign of fear. Carbone: What the heck??? Does he understand what is going on??? Either he's courageous, either he's a moron Cambronne: Allright, it had been fun but now its time to let me out! Mistresss??? Hum.... Mistresss???? Cambronne starts to panic and tries to pushes the box's lid upward, while meowing in frantic panic. But it was in vain. Cambronne: LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! I SWEAR THAT I'LL NEVER TEAR UP ANY TOILET PAPER ROLL AGAIN!!!! I SWEAR!!! SO PLEASE, LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! LET-ME-GO!!!! Carbone: I knew that cat was a moron Now, everything is packed in the pick-up and everyone, human and cats, are stuck on the vehicule's front seat in a wet an torrid weather. Celes tries to distract the cats but both of them keeps meowing for the next hour and half trip. Carbone: It's so hot in here! I want to get out! I don't wanna sees those guys with weird white clothes. At least you're still with me, mistress. You didn't forget me! Are we there yet? Cambronne: Its so hot in here!!!! Its so long!!! Are we there yet???? Finally, the pick-up reaches its destination. Celes and Styler bring the cages in the new appartment. The lady frees the cats. Carbone, after a sligh hesitation, decides to run for cover in the master bedroom. Carbone: I'M OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!! I need some place to hide! Ohhh!! Here's mistress' bed!! I'm hiding underneath it. Cambronne, on the other hand, decides to explore first, hide later. Cambronne: Ohhhh!!! I know that piece of furniture!!! Ohhh that's new!!! Ohhh There's the small bed!!! I'll hide underneath it!!! I think its cooler than this box! One week later Carbone and Cambronne, although a little uneasy by bit, feels comfortable in their new appartment, even if objects from the boxes moves around on a daily basis. Since the moving, they never fought each other and Cambronne had yet to tear up any toilet paper roll, even if they are not hidden nor out of his reach, much to his mistress' delight. Edited by: Lady Celes Crusader at: 7/10/02 9:28:53 pm

Merci, Yui. Your words are so kind as well. Now its my turn to blush.

In the land of Shakespeare My soul wandered aimlessly Then I saw the work of my peer I started to translate it quickly Jechum, the Loremaster by then Told me that if I continue I must be a part of the Pen So I follow him, ingenue At the greedy lizard's office In English, I've been told to write An application that'll suffice To show my writing skills, it might From the shadow, a Lady asked "Pourquoi pas en français, alors?" "Let her choose how she'll do her task" She returns to what she's need for I decided to use both tongues A story that allowed me To show to all my skills and belongs And Pen member, I was to be Wheeeewww. For someone who said that poetry is not my forte, I did made a long one. Yui had been implicated into the creation of the Manor of Tongues and favored foreign language expression. Also, I admire her vivid interest toward foreign tongues. Thank you Yui, for be so inspiring.

Good idea, but poetry is not my writing forte at all. I'll try, perhaps.

Celes Crusader Ce-les Croo-ssza-der Hum... With the French way, it's easier to show how I pronouce it. Cé-lès Crou-sszai-deur Ahhhh, this describe is more faithful to how I pronounce it.

Errr... you have too write a fully original story. Links are not considered as an application.

Pssst! Its Troubadour, not Storyteller anymore. But anyhow, I agree with Canid about ranking. Here's how I've seen these: Initiate: You're the new kid in town and we need to know a bit more about you before making you a full-fledge member. Page: Congrats! You're a full-fledge member. Continue your writing and implication within the Pen. We wanna know more about your writing style. Quill-Bearer: Let's see how much you want to imput yourself in the Pen. Herald, Poet, Troubadour: Bravo! We decided that you're willing enough to be implcated within the Pen and you let us know through your work what specialty you're aiming. Bard: Nice! You're known to be at home with two particular styles. Elder: The destiny of the Pen is in your Hand. Ancient: The destiny of the Pen was in your hand. You just don't have the time to do it anymore. The main focus is on participation, not genuily on writing. I'm not the most prolific writer among the Pen's member, but I managed to be implicated enough to become a Troubadour pretty quickly. About Nyark's Draft Room: I love the way its organised and I think we should have it integrated in the Pen's board somehow.

The Frenchie laughs when the beer is suggested. - "Don't you know that the Wyvern have an excellent wine cellar?", she ask Everyone turn their head toward her with a "How-do-ya-know" look, making the Troubadour flush in embarrassement, - "Him and I shared an excellent bottle of wine", she answers shyly - "He must had been out of his mind that day", replies Ozymandas Celes scratches her cat's head while Wyvern looks up, whistling an absent-minded tune. OOC: The critic's corner is indeed not used enough. the thing is that poeple are writing their critic right after the author's original work. While its allright for peotry, its problematic in the Assembly room, where sometimes, several chapters story are cut by critics. I rather see a "Good work' than a "It sucks". We mean to not only help each other to write but also to encourage them to do so.

The young Troubadour raises up politely her arms and gets the Loremaster's attention. She clears her thraot before she proceeds. - "The only thing that I want to brought to your attention,", she starts, "is that we need to create another forum in the Manor of Tongues that is consecrated to language oriented talks." Ozymandias looks over Celes and have a look that inquered more elaboration. -"Actually", replies the Frenchie, "the French forum is kinda messy. Among the stories, there's stuff that shouldn't been there in the first place. For example, Lord Jechum..." - "PRRRRRRRRRROOOOAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWNNNN!!!!" Cambronne, runs over his mistress and purrs while rubbing his head on her knees. The crowd chuckles a bit by the impromptu of the scene but the Loremaster quickly ask for order and invite the cat lover to resume her thoughts. - "Sorry", sighted Celes, " Where I was? Oh yes. For example, Lord Jechum puts up an help request because he was curious about a French song and wanted to know what the lyrics mean. Right now, the said request and replies are in the French board, among the works, although it should be moved to a board where tongue related topics can be brought upon. Another example of the purpose to this new section is that foreign language artists and their works could be introduced as well. Right now, Serge Gainsbourg is gaining lots of interest in the English speaking community and I believe he deserves to be well known. That way, the work can be separated from the chatters."

Excellent and an extremely interesting point of view. I love it!

I've described Wilwood in late April and I think its much better

That was based upon my visit to Wilwood (NJ). The things that stuck both Styler and I was the humongous number of motels, that are aligned next to each other and the empty feeling with the absence of tourist. We've seen very few people there in the streets so it really felt asleep. Me and Styler kept imagine the same place in July. And yes, bathing in a jacuzzi tub for cheap feels SOOOOOOOOO good.

"I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea, please!" said a customer to the barmaid. The lady rushed and pours the different rums necessary to the receipe, then adds the non-alcoholic ingredients, adds ice and decorates it with a lemon slice. "There you go handsome, it'll be $8.00", she adds

Here's several quotes that I've found. "When humor is meant to be taken seriously, it's no joke." -- Lionel Strachey (1864-1927) "My fellow Americans, I've signed legislation that will outlaw Russia forever. We begin bombing in five minutes." -- Ronald Reagan, about to go on the air for a radio broadcast, unaware that the microphone was already on. "We're not lost. We're locationally challenged." -- John M. Ford "Americans have different ways of saying things. They say 'elevator', we say 'lift' ... they say 'President', we say 'stupid psychopathic git'" -- Alexi Sayle "The cable TV sex channels don't expand our horizons, don't make us better people and don't come in clearly enough." -- Bill Maher "Bite the wax tadpole." -- Coca-Cola as originally translated into Chinese "You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid." -- In a Japanese Hotel "I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult." -- Rita Rudner "Television has brought back murder into the home -- where it belongs." -- Alfred Hitchcock, in Observer 19 Dec. 1965 1. Patients must be dead before the organs are taken. 2. Although patients may be allowed to die under certain circumstances, they must never actively be killed. 3. Patient or family consent must precede organ retrieval. -- University of Pittsburgh's Center for Medical Ethics' Guide to Organ Procurement "This is not an easy time for humorists because the government is far funnier than we are." -- Art Buchwald, speech, 1987 "I was recently on a tour of Latin America, and the only regret I have was that I didn't study Latin harder in school so I could converse with those people." -- Dan Quayle, former Vice President of the United State of America "It is wonderful to be here in the great state of Chicago." -- Dan Quayle, former Vice President of the United State of America "For seven and a half years I've worked alongside President Reagan. We've had triumphs. Made some mistakes. We've had some sex ... uh...setbacks." -- George Bush, former President of the United States of America "Smoking kills, and if you're killed, you've lost a very important part of your life." -- Anti-smoking spokesperson Brooke Shields "Some mornings it just doesn't seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps." -- Emo Phillips "I couldn't tell if the streaker was a man or a woman because it had a bag on it's head." -- Yogi Berra "You got to be very careful if you don't know where you're going, because you might not get there." -- Yogi Berra "I want to get a tattoo of myself on my entire body, only 2" taller." -- Steven Wright "So when somebody has B.O., the "O" usually stays with the "B". Once the "B" leaves, the "O" goes with it." Jerry Seinfeld, in "The Smelly Car" "As she lay there dozing next to me, one voice inside my head kept saying, "Relax... you are not the first doctor to sleep with one of his patients, " but another kept reminding me, 'Howard, you are a veterinarian.'" -- Dick Wilson

After countless hours of road, Lili finally arrvies in Platinum beach, a resort town busy during summer. But it wasn't summer yet, and the city looks asleep. The young tourist, who's weraing blue jeans, a white t-shirt with a short jean jacket and leather boots at her feet, drives her little red car around the town, searchiing for a decent motel to sleep in. She drives in the city, knowing that foreign her liscense plate will catch instant attention. But the city was empty. She continues to sruvey the numerous vacant motels that are aligned along the beach, one next to another, all vacant or still close. She finally chooses a three-stars motel and checks in for a room equipped with a jacuzzi, getting an amazingly low off-season price. Once she moved her stuff in the room, Lili walks in the motel's vicinity and takes the elevator to the top floor, where she can see the calm beach from there. So quiet, even the closed attraction park nearby looks so empty. She closes her eyes and imagines the streets peopled with tourists, the beach crowded with kids building sand castles, with women tanning their skin under the warm sun. She can hear the cheers of young and not so young in the park's rollercoasters. But when Lili opens her eyes again, she only sees the silence and the lonelyness around her. The sun had set, leaving a dark surrounding for her to look at. The lone tourist decides to head back for her room and to try out that jacuzzi tub.

Next to the sign, a angel falls in head first and a feather flies away in the wind. The white, light object travels in the valley of blank mountains, with a forest of dead trees, following the chinnook's will.

Well... Its not like there were many of female players. But I do believe that SteeleDrgn and you, Tzim, will make into that list

*rofl* I enjoyed these. I think it'll be my turn to find some of these pearls.