Lady Celes Crusader

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Hi! Welcome to the Pen

Celes jumps around - Yes a new Troubadour!!!!! (OOC: Congrats girl! You deserved it)

After her small talk with Regel, Celes looks around, looking for a more or less familiar face. While keeping Cambronne in her sights, knowing that he'll probably try to smell the food and maybe eat it if its in his taste. She reaches over the bar and drinks a glass of red wine. Cambronne meows after her again. - Shhhhhhh... I cannot constantly give my attention to only you. She kneels next to her cat and strokes his long and strong body. Cambronne responds by arching his back and rubbing his head on her hand. - Bon chat... She finally gets up and continues to chat with any random guests.

Happy Birthday

Celes walks over Annael and smiles at her. - Don't worry about your outfit... I'll help you fix that The Troubadour makes a chant and a gorgeous sari made of white silk white golden trims appears in front of her. The the sari wraps itself around Annael's, forming a more fitting gown. - There you go! Wyvern recognize the fabric and was about to protest but Celes shutted him down - You don't want Annael to bear rags that hides her genuine beauty don't you? Besides, I think you can live with one sari less in your treasury. The overgrown lizards fume but he wasn't sure if its because the Frenchie stole the sari or he didn't find the courage to reclaim his property, knowing that the angel was lovely in it. Annael laughs and winks at Wyvern - Don't worry, you'll have it tomorrow all cleaned up. Celes was at the bar and while she's trying to start a conversation with her guest, she keeps hushing Cambronne down, who is constantly meowing after her now.

Happy Birthday Jonathan Wolf! 20 years-old! Yes its another decade for you but it'll be an important one, as this is where you'll do crucial choices. Good luck.

Celes Crusader arrives at the ballroom's door, with her invitation in hand. Obviously, the former terran mage had use every phantasm magic in her arsenal to create the tafetas gown, that had several shades of light blue. The long sleeves are ended with four strands of pearls that floats around the Troubadour's hand in random patterns. As for the body and the skirt, tiny pearls are actually swirling on the fabric, making different shapes and designs while dark blue fur is attached around her shoulders. Her low heels shoes are made of blue leather although they don't have any bizarre design on them. Celes' hair are hidden underneath veil made of taffeta while fur is circling her face from her forehead to the top of her nap of her neck, while pearl beads are imitating the patterns made on the gown. Her make-up, in soft pink tones, gives her subtle color to her pale skin and adds mystery to her features. The frenchie smiles at her hostess. - Greetings Lady Ayshela. I'm looking foward to be entertained and I appreciate your invitation. - Welcome Lady Celes.... Ayshela had an hard time to focus on her guest, thanks to the swirling beads, manage to move her gaze away from the gown. - I apologies. What I was about to say is that I'm glad that you came over and that I'm sure you'll be entertained. - Thank you! I hope that everything will be fine. Oh, I almost forgot, Arielle and Alice have brought for the enjoyment of your guest paninis. There's eggplants, ham and swiss cheese, bacon with tomatoes and salad, chicken, roastbeef and so many more. The Café's cook and waitress had laid down the food on rolling service table, placing them in an appropriate emplacement. - Thank you! Your cook's food is always appreciated. - Your welcome. See you later. While Lady Celes walks foward the other guests, Cambronne, the tall black male cat, is following his mistress, completely fascinated by the gown's constantly moving beads.

Congrats!!! It might not be much but it is a beginning. :woot:

Celes takes a piece of cakes and tastes it with delight (OOC: Happy birthday)

Celes noticed that one of the cakes had been missing walks around and heard the noise of the numerous squirrels surrounding a frozen talking cake. She looks at Wyvern and walks over him, thinking that he might probably be behind this whole mess. - Hey there! I suppose that you can explain me what is going on here. Don't worry, none of your gold will turn into rust... yet. The poor overgrown lizard gulps and tells Celes his little misadventure while Carbone was hissing at daring squirrel. - Oh I see! Next time, Wyvern, instead of sneaking your way around and snatch one cake, you could had asked me like this: "Hey Celes, it's Cheyenne's birthday and I thought it would be nice to gave her a cake! Could you baked one for that occasion?". I would have probably answered with the following: "Of course and I wont charge you for it." The almost dragon nods in embarassement while Carbone is now fighting with one squirrel. - Now, let's clear up this mess before the hurt my cat. Celes cast flight on her growling cat, freeing her from the squirrel hord, and the feline is now floating next to her mistress (OOC: Happy Birthday Cheyenne and this year, its a journey into a new and promising decade.)

*Alice, the Manor of Tongue's Café cook, had baked several chocolate cakes and the servants are serving laying them on a table for anyone to eat it.* (OOC: Happy birthday Tralla and Seii)

Happy birthday for the Hopper Wolf.

*Celes shakes first her numb fingers who had snap like they never had snapped before and applauses Wyvern.* (OOC: Congrats Wyvern. You definatly deserve this.)

I do recall that in the first yeat in high school, we had some sort of Classroom expectations similar to what your daughter is having. But, it wasn't enforced at all for the remining 4 years. Talk about waisted time investment.

Ayshela: Oh I see. Well, the information in my post is still valid thought.

Please, take the Manor of Tongue's ballroom! I'll help you dust it off. As for me, I'll be there. Most of the description in listed in the Greenroom is accurate although I'll precise my cat's behavior in such events: Carbone: She'll hide in Celes' quarters and she'll only show up when she'll want to go for food or needs the litter box (both are in a room next to the dining room). When she does show up she'll try to make herself invisible and run as fast as possible toward her destination. Cambronne: Why he might be shy at first, he'll inspect the whole assembly one member at a time, rubbing his nose and sides on everyone. However he'll hang around Celes and will meow from time to time when he'll want her attention. He'll meow only to his mistress.

I do not believe in any kind of fortune telling, seering abilities, etc. Although I did have "deja vu" flashbacks and it annoys me greatly.

Both

*hugs the cute cat* Happy Birthday Lelu.

*rofl* I think its the ultimate way to tick Aadvark off.

Thanks all *Celes grins at Wyvern and whisper to him* - Excellent idea. That will be funny.

Well written Wren. You fell into one fo the genre I like most.

Thank you both for you kind words. Gyr: You give me an idea with your short story (which is also well done). Peredhil: I'm glad that you've mentioned the levels, because I did play with the words (and had fun with these).