Lady Celes Crusader

Note: Descent of the Holy Being is now called "Summon Dominion"

(Conversion Confusion, this is actually the second post) That's a lovely poem.

As the wheelchair passes near the elephants, a fat lady, dressed up in a red dress with white dots, with equally white hat, sunglasses, gloves, and shoes throws peanuts to the hungry elephants. One peanut is eaten by one huge beast.

You put the tags before and after your code.

Ooops the cute thing erased the brackets use |html| and |/html| before and after your coding. Of course I used | instead of [ for demonstration.

*lol* Okies

Joyeux Anniversaire, Gwaihir. May the foolishness of this world never blinds you away from the genuine treasures life have in store for you.

Thanks you, Merci.

I don't think its necessary to detailed that old man much since its a distorted photo of a situation rather than about the old man himself. I wanted to leave an impression rather than detailling about the whole thing. I wont detailed more because I don't want to sound pretentious or infatuated by my own work. Thanks for your comments guys

A lonely old man walks in the blank landscape, carrying a case with him. His tired eyes stares the neverending horizon and decides that he should left a legacy of his imagination. He puts his case down and opens the lid, revealing aquarelle paint tubes, brushes, palettes, on which he'll mix his color, and a bottle of water. Then he mixes his color, dips his brushes and let his imagination flows. He paints rich green grass with flowers of all shapes and colors on the floor. Then blue sky, round and yellow sun and fluffy clouds appeared on the tips of his brush, coloring the otherwise boring heights. Trees sprout from the ground while majestuous montains breaks the plane horizon. Birds, rabbits, butterflies, cats, dogs, raccons and several more animal species are born from his heart. The elderly artist stops and contemplate the more lively but still aquarelle paints. He sats on the floor and looks at his creation. The animals looks eternally frozen, the sun, cold and the whole decor looks like an immobile mockery of life. This is what he wants to recall of life, a life denied to him so long ago. He lays his back on the ground and fells asleep. Between two of the trees, a square window opens and the eyes of a woman can be seen. She gazes in awe before the aquarelle she sees. She looks down on her watch and sees that the old man is still alive. She closes the trap window and moves toward the next enclosed cell as an nurse in an asylum.

rofl This is soooo great. Encore!

I did... and Wyvern too, while we where drinking after he accepted my application.

There's lots of nice quotes in there I wonder thought if we can build quotes from what we actually say and post. It could be interesting.

Bon appétit

Sometimes, melody pops-up in my mind and this is what happening with this one. I imagine it with an accoustic guitars music à la John Mellecamp. The text itself is excellent.

My... its a 2 in one! Nice poem Annael and nice way to critic Cyril!

Cinnamon Carter operates her planescape voyage device and looks over the different portals. She noticed one in particular that seems to house an Internet writers community. She was looking for the link key, which would normally allowed a short route between the Pen and this site, but she couldn't see it. The blond bombshell walks over a café and sits at a table that was not to far from the bar. Moments later, while drinking her cappucino, she overheard a conversation about that writers community. - "I've just had my membership to enter the manor.", clams a woman who have the same proportions' as Cinnamon, "I've waited for it since so long." - "I'm so proud for you", replies her friend while looking at her watch, "I have to go. I'm awaited for my lecture." - "See you later", replies back the first woman. The second lady leaves the café. Cinnamon smiles inwardly; this girl will be very useful. Cinnamon finishes her cappucino and walks outside the café. She spots an alley in which there's a cloth dumpster and thinks that its an excellent hiding place. The sexy agent waits for a moment and the woman walks out heading to the opposite direction to the alley. Cinnamon drops her purse in a noisy way. Her victim turned around to help her but the spy injects sleeping drugs in the writer's arm. After the woman fells asleep, Cinnamon drags her behind the dumpster. Ciannamon pulls out small wax mold, in which she casts her victim's fingerprints. She then uses a spray that quickly changes the color of her hair in order to matches the girl's red color. She uses green contact lenses, applies finger print skins on her's and borrows some of her victim's clothing in order to complete her quick made disguise. She then, ties the woman off and puts her in the dumpster. She puts her stuff back together and check the lady's purse for her ID. The card reads: Elaine Delanoe. Perfect! I've got an ID and a disguise, I've got 45 minutes to get this done Cinnamon, now Elaine, heads over the manor, ready to get the link. At the gate she sees the name given to the huge construction: "The Able Muse Recollection". She looks around the area and sees a woman pressing her index on a device that scanned her finger prints, then a small door next to the gate opens, allowing the woman to step in. Our spy in disguise smiles and heads toward the the lock. She puts her index as instructed and she makes her first step within this large community. Its so huge! Where I'm supposed to find the link key? I need to find someone who'll guide me within this place. Cinnamon walks over a rather small gathering of what it seems a group of newly accepted members. The men and women are chatting with each other while a man seems to wait for someone. Intrigued, the agent walks over the gentlemen who seems to be relieved by her sight. - "Madame!", he quickly said with his strong French accent, "Are you by any chance Elaine Delanoe?" - "Yes I am, sir.", answers the impostor while mimicry the original's pronunciations. - "Oh! Excellent then!", replies a rather relieved gentlemen, "Join up with the others so we may started our guided tour." Cinnamon obeys and the guide hailed his group in order to have their full attention. The writers stopped their chatters and looks over the rather tall gentleman. - "Greetings, Mesdames et Messieurs," starts the writer, "Welcome to the Able Muse Recollection Manor. My name is Édouard Montpellier and I'll be your humble guide for this tour. Please follow me." Édouard leads his group in the gargantuesque main hall. What Cinnamons sees left her breathless. Heavily inspired by "La Belle Époque", impressionist style artworks decorated the walls and the dome ceilling of the impressive entrance. A olive green carpet covers the champain marble tiles from the entrance to the main stairs. - "Impressive isn't it?", asks the guide with a touch of pride in his tone. He then introduce the writer's community. The lady agent listens intently for anything interesting but so far, no luck. The group travels from room to room, with nothing about links for Cinnamon. Then, the group heads for the library. - "Here, in the library", Édouard introduces, "you can find books of all ages and on any formats. This is the favorite place for writers to find their muse, to ressources themselves or to study writing techniques and styles." The group climbs a stairway and heads for a room. Computers and links library are aligned ordely on desks. - "This room is for the most adventurous of us.", resumes the guide, "This is where the adventurers of the planescape do their researches. We have a link library here. Some said that it is scace, is that because we don't give away our link key easily. Although that some manages to have our link without our consent, we prefer to give this link to other writers community. But, we cannot hold it to secure for our own members and we make our link key avalaible for them so they can safely return here." He then shows a black box in the corner with a small scanning device. - "The link key is here and the procedure to access it is the same that is applied at the gates. We will provide you key cards at the end of this tour. Now, lets proceed to the next room." Cinnamon looks at the time, she only have 10 minutes left and she can't afford waisting much time. When the guide and the remaining of the group left the room and proceeds downstair, she quickly opens her purse and grab her link downloader. She opens the black box with the scanning device and inserted it in the link key's opening. The link's exchange went up smoothly and she smiles when she sees The Pen's link is now mentioned. With now a copy of the link key, she quickly pulled out the device, shoved it back in her purse, closed the back box and leves the library. She manages to catch up the group dicreetly and she was relieved to see that nobody noticed her absence. She looks around the new place and she finds out that the tour has not ended yet. Cinnamon asks for the lady's room and Édouard nicely tells her the direction, which was the opposite direction of where the group is heading while mentionning about the rest of the tour. The agent nods and heads for the restrooms. She waits for 2 minutes and heads back for the gate. She finally make her way out of the manor's field and quickly returns to the alley, where she left the real Elaine. She opened the dumpster lid and gives the still drugged Elaine back the stuff she borrowed from her. She wrotes down the indications for the guided tour and writes down the guide's name on a piece of paper. Then, she left the alley and returns to the planecaspes portal. Once back at the hotel, she opens the Pen's link updater and downlaods the Able Muse link. With a smile she decided to leave a note to the others who havent returned from their trip that she is waiting for them at the Hotel's bar. Here's the link www.ablemuse.com/ Edited by: Lady Celes Crusader at: 4/8/02 7:20:42 pm

In Canada we can have either St. Friday or Easter's Mondy off. Some gets both days off.

I've got an overdose of chocolate right now so I wont hurry for any after-Easter sales.

Joyeuses Pâques (Ahem... I don't think I have to translate this... hum?)

A dark futur showed itself to our Citadelle's members. Terra wont rebron from its ashes, the next Armagueddon will be the last one. This new vision of Terra lefts us speechless and stupefied. Will we disapears in the limbs of the forgotten? No, that was unbearable, we have to find another path for the futurr and a new becoming for this last era. The French Miagik couldn't disappear, the groupe that had been born under the influence of some of us, who had grown in such extend that it became a big family, had to last. During several nights, the Miagiks discussed in order to know what to do and with whom. Some decided to not involved themselves, others rejoined ancients allies and friends and the lasts decided to formed a small group, destined to mark forever Terra's last era. The decision to split from each other was taken and warm hugs were exchanged within the citadelle which will remain forever our ultimate rally point. The Miagiks became the Mercenaries and decided to left their landmarks forever on Terra, our rude universe that we all, however, appreciated. History had yet to be written and we are doing it on this very moment, our acts speak for themselves and made sure that anyone who approaches us wont forget us. Armagueddon shows itself in the horizon and we will fight it with serenity because we know what we have to do. Our landmark will remained forever carved in the ruins of a world forever destroyed. The sun will set for a last time on our kingdoms but in none of our gazes you will find any signs of regret. We will fight the final combat, lightheathed and with proud. The family we became will stay forever carved in our heart. I am proud to had known you and to have met some of you to. Bonds have been made between us all and nothing will break these. Its up to you to make these last and you may say: "I was there! I was part of The French Miagik!" (Cé fait! J'en ai encore la larme à l'œil) Edité(e)(s) par: Lady Celes Crusader à: 4/5/02 7:56:13 pm

Stories are welcome too. I'm not a poet too and I'm posting in here anyway

Nice Tralla! I like the rythmic on it

Si tu veux écrire des textes et des poèmes en français, il y'a un forum exprès pour ça ((I,m inviting Erwan to write stories or poem in the French Forum))

Carbone was eating her food in the kitchen and she heard the bickering outside. She, of course, doesn't understands it and decides to check for her mistress. Unfortunatly for her, her mistress is at the other edge of the Cabaret looking over the show, so that means that she got to walk through that noisy crowd, avoiding their contact as much as possible to reach her mistress. Carbone decides to return to the Manor of Tongues and to climbs to stair, on toward her "terrictory" and jumps on the futon. Sleeps better for me. No cat here. Meanwhile Cambronne was also looking for his mistress and looks at the crowd and, unlike his counterpart, decides to make his way through the crowd by rubbing his side on everyone he comes across. Lots of legs where I can mark my odor. There's the boss. He jumps on a chair next to Celes' and meowls while rubbing his nose on her elbow. - "Allô mon chat!"*, exclaims the Frenchie while rubbing his head Then, people looked over Celes, finding out that the thing that walks by them was no other than the almost-panther Cambronne. - "You see?", adds Celes, "I've told you that this discussion was pointless. For him, you were all the same. Beings on witch he can leaves his odor on. Wheter you were a Vamp, an Elfe or a Wyvern, didn't matters to him." The Frenchie ends her speech with a burst of laugh. *"Hello my cat!"