Lady Celes Crusader

In a pitch black screen, you see a dynamite's fuse burning from left to right. You also see Quill-Quest: Impossible's white logo. There's several zoomings on the Q's and O's, a picture of each cast member. Balladore as Jim Phelps Celes Crusader as Cinnamon Carter Falcon2k1 as Rollin Hand Valdar and Astralis as Barney Collier For Caliber as Willy Armitage The fuse ends its path at the right side of the screen and blows as the infamous M:I theme stops *********************************************** Jim Phelps walks in a shopping center with a locker's key in his hand. He head's for the mall's lockers area and find the door which his key fits. He unlocks it and pulls out a large orange envelope. He decides to go back to the nearby hotel in which he rented a room. He sits down quietly on a sofa and opens his finding. He pulls out a paper sheet and a tape player. Jim puts the player on a nearby coffee table and plays it. "Good morning, Mr.Phelps. The secretary is unsatisfied by our actual link library. In fact, several sites for prose, poems and writing communities are still unlisted, which complicates researches for quality and cultural references. The mission, Jim, should you decide to accept it, is to wander in the planescape realms and link our Library to prose dedicated sites. As always, should you or any of your IM Force be caught or killed, the secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. This tape will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck, Jim." After five seconds, the tape burns suddenly and its extinguised a few seconds later. Jim picks up his document holder and pulls out several pictures. One by one, he chooses his other collaborators. Rollin Hand, a master of disguise and illusion. Cinnamon Carter, a beauty who's as skillfull as she's seductive. Barney Collier, the ingenious gadgeteer. Willy Armitage, the strong guy who can manoeuver any machines. Hours later "As you know", started Jim Phelps, "We're in dire need of a more complete Link Library. Therefore, we need all our skills to find a decent and worth mentionning prose site." Barney pulls out a case and opens it. Then, he turns it to the assembly to show his new invention. In fact, there's five square boxes with a small keyboard on it and a small screen. "I can programm these devices so that they'll guide us in the planescapes for prose sites.", the gadgeteer started, "As you can see, I've already made enough of these for everyone." "Excellent work!" exclaims Jim "I think we should modified our appearance a little bit", adds Rollin, "I do think that the secretary wants our true identity to stay secret." "I've got a fairly good idea of what I'll be looking for", adds Cinnamon, "Do we have intra-planescape communication devices in hand?" "We do!", replies Willy, "And there's enough for everyone. After some appearance modifications and devices tweakings, our heroes are ready to step in the planescapes. Jim Phelps opens the portal and everyone wishes good luck to each other and are lauch in their mission. Neither I nor any of the following authors own Mission: Impossible. M:I charatcers and theme is used for entertainement, non-profit purposes only. Edited by: Lady Celes Crusader at: 3/21/02 11:17:10 pm

Hi Erwan! Looking for more kisses 8*

The French Miagik had been called that way because the founders came from the Miage School and they amalgamed it with the word Magic. Last reset, the vast majorities of the Miagiks left AM or joigned another guild (mainly Topia). But 20 undecided mages decided to regroup together and formed the Mercenaries. Of the 70 Miagik players, only a half still play AM.

Just a slide note: TFM this reset is not The French Miagik. The "M" stands for Mercenaries.

*lol* I ONLY have 2 cats for practical and hygienic reasons. If I would listen to my knack for meowing pets, I would actually raise a bunch of these. *lol* Anyway, its fortunate that this bickering turns out to be fun, because I would have been genuinely bored.

Ahem... I wonder what a Dragon would say if it reads what an "Almost Dragon" had just wrote. As for me... Pffffft... I always think that superiority conversation are futile. Everyone have his/strenght and weakness. The world would be boring if we're all identical.

Celes give up reactivating the mirror. She knows that whoever he his, he's a very powerful mage and that he's aware that she tried to find out about him. Her eyes looks distant and she sighs heavily. She tries to hold back her tears but she's fails. In a violent swing of rage she hits a nearby table with her fist. - "I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN!", she cries out, "I WONT LET HIM TO HURT THEM!" Then, she sits down and sobs, burying her face in her hands. - "But, what can I do?", she says with her muffled voice, "I've tried to find them, but I've failed!" Anyone in the Café are saddened by her despair. They all know how much Cambronne means to her and they somehow felt as powerless as her.

Second part Amazement having passed after a good night of sleep, the hour came for the preparations of the first assault. Each team was installed inside their respective fort, cooking their offensive and defensive plans. On Romulus' side, the kids revised their combat equipment. The leader of muscleheads looks at what seems to be a catapult. - " So, " says Romulus who badly dissimulates his intrigue, " Would you like to tell me how this thing over there is supposed to work? " Taupius, a kid as myop as a mole but who has, despite everything, a rather solid frame. It has two very large incisors which makes it pronounce its " S " and some of its " C" like " SH ". He blinks his eyes behind his glasses that are as think as "bottle's bottom " to his boss' question. - " Itsh shimple of courshe", answers Taupius then, "You'll only need to charge with a big shnowball in the broad rubberband which ish fixed on thish tended cord. Then, you'll needs to crank the cord ushing thish shyshtem of pulley and crank. " During his explanation, the four-eyes makes a demonstration. The catapult is directed towards a watchtower. - " I musht tell you", continues Taupius, "that these shnowballsh are not made only with shnow. The middle of theshe ballsh ish made of shmall pieshesh of ishe that I shtick together. Then I covered this ishy center with shnow. " - " Good, "resumes Romulus, " Does it works? " - " But of courshe, Romulush! " answers Taupius - " So I must pull on this lever to activate it? " ask an impatient Grachus. - "Yess, that'sh it!" - " Allright! ", said Grachus while activating the catapult with a wide grin. The projectile of snow and ice flies away, very high in the airs, and hits one of the guards, who was on duty at this time, on the head. The kids howled of laughter while seeing what had occurred. - " That wash'nt very bright, Grachus!!!", exclaim an exasperated Taupius, "You could have killed that guard! " - " So what! ", retort Grachus, " Thanks to me, we know that your gizmo works. " Meanwhile, on Clodieau's team side, all the preparations go on pretty smoothly. Galadrielle, a little blonde girl with the blue eyes of a sweet charm who does not have more than six years, walks towards Clodieau with a wheelbarrow filled with particular snowballs. - " Clodieaaaauuuuu!, " calls forth the small young damsel, " Looks at the snowballs I made! These snowballs are SPE-CI-AL! " Clodieau smiles to the small rascal and examines the balls in questions while wondering about what made them so special until it sees of the colored spots on some of them. - " What it is that? " then ask a curious Clodieau The brat hops in joy, takes a ball and throws it on one of the fort's turrets. The projectile bursts but leaves a spot of color, red in this case. - " I've put colored ink in the snowballs", answers then the young girl still very excited - " WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!!!!", yells Galopard Clodieau runs towards the fort's ramparts and sees the Romulus' team moving towards their fort with a battering ram and Taupius' catapult. The besieged quickly start to bombard their adversaries with snowballs. Ciboulette hangs with Taupius and helps him to handle the catapult. On their side, Romulus, Grachus and the remainder of the team were about of strinking with the ram. In Clodieau's fort, a tall boy, who resembles Romani which is named Scarface because of a scar which crosses its face from right to left, joined Clodieau. - "What are we going to do?". asks Scarface - " We will let them use their ram ", answered Clodieau with insurance, " after that, we will bombard them with the Galadrielle's snowballs. " Romulus gives the start signal for the ram. On his side, Taupius activates the catapult and a big snowball flies towards the fort and explodes beside Galopard. He received pieces of ices on his shoulder. - " Ouch! ", howl Galopard, " Hey! Oh! Are you out of your mind or what? " - " Shorry! " retort Taupius with his good mood The ram rushes at all speed towards the fort's gate. Romulus and company succeed in giving a first hit on the gate... which falls towards them, revealing a blank wall. - " Huh? " exclaims Romulus with surprise, " How they enter in their fort, then? " - "CHARGE!!!!!!!" yells Clodieau The besieged team bombards their adversaries with the ink filled balls. - " Chief! Our plan failed! ", exclaims Grachus, " What should we do? " - " We're retreat", answers Romulus, " We will have them on the next battle! " Romulus' team runs toward the catapult and put themselves out of the colored projectiles' reach. - "You won the first inning, Clodieau", yells the leader of the defeated, "But the war is not over yet! We'll avege ourselves tomorrow!" Clodieau's team hops in joy at the announcement of their adversaries defeat. But, this joy quickly grew blurred when Galopard noticed that the Galadrielle's snowballs' ink had run on his mittens and on the other's. - " Ah rats! ", he exclaims, " What my mom will say? " - " That wasn't smart, Galadrielle! ", reproach Scarface, " Our mothers will be angered! " The little girl had great difficulty to hide her sorrow and starts to cry. - " It's... not... my... fault ", she manages to say between two sobs, " I did not know, hic, that it would do that! " - " Allright, allright! " says Claudieau in a comforting tone, " I am sure that our mothers will manage to remove the ink from our mittens. It's time to go home. " The sun goes down whereas moms find themselves suddenly with more tasks. To be continued

Celes' eyes blinks when she heards the male voice. She wasn't sure of how familiar it sounds but from what she understand from Minta's answer, he's scary enough to cut her enthousiams short. - "Oh my!", she says to herself, "This is NOT good. They are in danger, that's for sure!" She runs over Peredhil and grabs one of his sleeves. Panic definatly started to make its work again. - "We have to do something!", cries Celes, "He'll do something nasty to them!" The surprised Polite Mage blinks and manage to remain as composed as possible. - "Are you positive fo what you're saying?", he manage to ask - "Of course I am!", she replies aggressively, "He told Minta and Cambronne that he was about to play a little game!. Minta replied that she don't want to. She seems to be scared. They are in danger! We can't sit around and wait. We have to do something!" - "Calm down", pleads Peredhil, "Its no use to be mad about this." He manages to free himself from the Frenchie's grip and replaces his clothing. - "Tell me," resumes the Polite Ancient, "How did you manage to heard this?" - "Simple", replies the Lady, "I've casted scrying mirror on Cambronne's aura." - "Can you do that again?" - "I'll try, but I can't guaranteed that we'll see anything." Celes goes back to the Mirror and concentrates again. She recasted her Scrying Mirror and focuses on Cambronne's aura. She can feel the fear he's experimenting. Some voices can be heard, becoming clearer and clearer.... ((Its up to Ozy to continue from that part))

The coolest thing about Peredhil is that he managed to easily passed for a girl (see "The Frenchies are doing things upside down" in the Recruitment Office).

Celes who had never been in poetry much looks at this Haiku thread and wonders if she could give it a try. In a pitch black night A shooting star goes its flight And I cry outloud - "Humph! I don't know if it makes sense," the Frenchie commented, "but I guess it follows the rule." She raises her shoulder up and puts up her try among the others. Edited by: Lady Celes Crusader at: 3/12/02 7:18:41 pm

I'm glad Andrea that you started reposting poems. Its a nice dark humored poem and I just can imagine the sadistic grin you had by writing it.

(Conversion Confusion, this is actually the fourth post) Woooa! That's some nifty stuff. Poor smarties. *lol*

Celes looks over the mess the overgrown lizard had made, while her cats had done their best to become invisible. She chuckles at the ridicule of the situation and resumes her activities.

Celes looks over Ozymandias and laughs at his question. -"Bien sûr mon cher!", she replies, "Coffee is a mean of relaxation. although that espresso is a bit to condense in my taste. If I want to relaxe, I enjoy Mocaccinos, Cappuccinos, Lattes humm... well not often as I prefer the chocolatly taste of the "ccinos". Oooo... there's also the Orange Moccaccinos, the Hot Cocoas." She gets up and grabs a bag of coffee beans dipped in dark chocolate and hands if over the founder. -"These, on ther other hand", she adds, "are my favorite candies." The Frenchie opens the bag and offers Ozymandias to pick some. The Ancient takes one and taste it. It reminds him of the taste of an espresso with dark chocolate. It wasn't too soon that he reclaims the whole bag and serves himself. The waitress takes the numerous coffee mugs and plates away after she served him another espresso. Celes sits back at her table where her cat Carbonne joigns her.

First part Two groups of children living in the same fortified castle of a large guild decide to let themselves a small snowball war. The first group, to direct by a stubborn but just kid called Romulus, is made up mainly the small tugs, except for Ciboulette, which is Romulus' delicate and charming younger sister. The other group, directed by a frailer but rather inventive kid called Claudieau, is formed by kids jokers of any qualities. The child-magi argued about the rules. " No magic! ", ask the first ones " We want magic! ", answer the others After one hour of surging debates, they agreed upon using magic only to create their snow respective snow strongholds. Each team were getting started with this task, for the greatest amusement of their parents. The phantasm mages of each camp quickly put themselves at work and throw a fog spell around the construction sites. Thus, the other team will have the surprise to discover the fort of their adversaries. Inside each circle of fog, the children use their capacities for refining all the details of their snowforts. Some handle their fire magic to solidify the walls of snow, others transform vines into emergency ladders, some will even craft battery rams and hooks. When the fog is dissipated around the construction sites, the initial surprise that came with the sight of the results quickly leave place to amazement. - " Fantastic! ", exclaims Romulus, " We will have lots of fun! They will not be able to knock down our fort. " Ciboulette comes to join her brother and laughs. - " We build a beautiful fort and it's the most beautiful of all snowforts! " On its side, Clodieau's team was not less proud od the result of their work. - " Here is a fort which will be able to hold out against Romulus and his gang of bullies. " said the head of the tricksters with satisfaction. Galopard, a little boy who proved he's as smart as Clodieau approaches too. - " I am proud to have this fort! " shout Galopard " We're the best! " - " Yeah, yeah, that's what we'll see. " answers Grachus, a bulky-builded boy who does not hesitate to intimidate weaker than him. - " Yes! This is what YOU will see! " retorts a very susceptible Galopard - "ENOUGH! ", orders Romulus, " We will know who is strongest at the end of the five battles. " - " You're right Romulus ", answers Clodieau, " I wish good luck to your team. See you tomorrow for the first battle." To be continued Edité(e)(s) par: Lady Celes Crusader à: 2/28/02 9:51:40 pm

Celes was taking her usual morning break at her café when she reads a makeshift flyer that was found on every tables. Role-call? I'm not sure what is this all about but it sounds fun. I'm in it Celes remembers though that she still have her Quill-Quest to do and that she had yet to reach Foe Caliber.

That's ok. You don't need to write it beautifully as long as its sincere. I'll let the Elder accept it for the Pen's name, although that if I were one of them, I'll accept it. Take care Andrea.

Celes see her scared Cambronne and wonders what stinged her black cat. - "He doesn't behave like that usually.", she ponders. Then she heard Carbone growling and hissing after Cambronne and both cats are now fighting. - "Ohlalalalala. Here we go again.", she complains before walking after them.

Bravo for your enlighting comment Cheyenne and for Tzimfemme proposition to moderate this mess. As I stated earlier, I don't care about whom started it, this stuff doesn't concerns The Pen community at all.

Isn't too much to ask to not wash your dirty laundry in public? I'm sorry about what happened between you two, but I don't think it concerns the Pen as a whole. I don't care about who started it, but if you need to settle stuff between you too, keep it for you two only. Thank you

Celes walks back in the café with her Carbone, who starts to wriggle in her arms. She let the little female cat on its paw and sits back at a table. She then looks at a mirror that hangs on one of the walls, in lieu of the dissapeared works. She remembers something that Jakob told her. She tryies to scrye over Cambronne's presence but she is only able to hear blurred voices. - "Oooo... This place is BORING!", says a voice that could easily be identified as Minta's, "At least there's that big kitty cat!" Celes heards the meows of that ressembles of her cat's and then she heards steps... probably Minta is trying to catch him. Then, nothing comes out of it. - "At least, Cambronne and Minta are allright", sights the Frenchie

Celes walks in Wyvern's office in order to see if there's any new announcement. She sees the strange fellow who is writing his application. She smiles and left Big Pointy Stick alone.

NIce poem. I think that Zool decorticated it pretty much like you wanted him to do, Kin. As for me, since poetry is not my forte, I can only tell that I like it.

Lovely poem. I love the way the ending is chained to the beginning. Bravo