Lady Celes Crusader

Only one? ouch... Although Zool beats me with mentioning honesty. But I'll mention another one that I feel important. I think that someone needs to be receptive. Being receptive means being able to listen to what your love tells you, to his different ideas, to his point of views, etc. This is helps a couple to grow along with honesty

Since the Seeress' arrival, Celes Crusader moods started to decrepit. While she's doing everything to keep a smile on her face, she was seriously annoyed by the Scantivia brothers. Indeed, they spend most of their time flirting with her feminine staff, while in the mean time, customers are waiting longer for their order. Several times, she had to warn her staff to not let themsleves to be too distracted unfortunatly, the twins are not easily dismissed. Fortunatly, shortly before he went to Madame Quixotic's den, Justin Silverblade managed to drive the twins away for a moment, which gave Celes a mental relief. Later that evening she was discussing with Styler, her lover who dropped by for the week. Celes paced furiously in front of the calm mage, pouring her frustration out while he was sitting on the bed. - My patience is running short,starts the furious lady, although I know that Ariel and Mariette have the right to chit-chat with the clients, they know that services and quality comes first. Now, I've got a pair of gypsy clowns that waltz around the place with them and I end up doing my employees' jobs. - Relax sweetie! That Madame Quinxsomething..., replies Styler - That's Quixotic! Styler sights at her rude interruption, thinking that might be a long evening. - That's not the matter, answers the patient mage, What I was trying to say is that this seer wont be here forever and she'll leave as soon she had done her business here. - Sure... as long as there's not too much people signing up! I cannot kick the Twins butt out of my café, that's just a good way to make my clientèle to flee. Its fortunate that they don't go bothering Alice in the kitchen. - See? Its not that deseperate. You just have to discipline Ariel and Mariette. Tell you what? Let me have a chat with these two. I'm sure I can distract them away from your waitresses. - As long as you don't sign up, I'm fine with anything that'll makes me at ease. Styler grabs Celes and drags her over the bed. - Anything?, he asks with a glee of amusement in his eyes while kissing his lover. Meanwhile, Cambronne walks over the crowd that surrounds the signing form, he then rubs his sides on Wyvern's tale. The overgrown lizard looks over the feline amusingly. Cambronne keeps meowing at the would-be dragon until he kept his attention over the pet. Confused, Wyvern thought that maybe Celes have something to discuss with him and he decides to follow the black cat all the way over the Frenchie's quarters. When he opens the door, he heard a scream and he closed it quickly, his face blushing furiously of embarassement. Celes, wearing a nightgown, opens the door and showered the already ashamed Wyvern with a furiously piercing gaze. - Now what?, fumes a totally enraged café owner - I... I... I... apologies for this embarrassing moment,mumbles the poor lizard, But I thought that you've sent Cambronne to me and... - Yes it was embarrassing indeed. Although that I've got something to tell you Meanwhile, Cambronne manages to slip into the quarters heading over his favorite chair. - Please go ahead - One, I never send my cats over for any commission, if I've got business with someone I'll go directly to that person. Two, these gypsy twins are bothering me and they are constantly distracting my personnel. I want you to talk to them about this because if I try, I'll end up strangling them and thus, scaring my clientèle away. Now if you excuse me, it's late and I think I'll have a big day tomorrow. Bonne nuit! Celes shuts the door virtually on the almost-dragon's nose. Embarassed, he takes his time to walk back over the list while trying to digest the unconfortable feelings.

In English, its very good but her French version needs tweaking because some mistakes slipped. Allow me to correct them. Dévotion Les mains douces *1 Qui me guident *2 Je ne sais pas comment vous remercier *3 Autrement qu'en vous offrant mon éloge *4 *1 This part is correct. If you would have wanted a more poetic emphasis, you could have wrote "Les douces mains". *2 This is where "word to word" translations hurt. In french "qui" and "que" have the same use than "that" in English. "me" in French replaces "moi" when its used with a verb. In fact, the word "moi" is only used to designated the writer/speaker. *3 "te" and "me" are always used before a verb, otherwise it was nicely done. I've changed "te" for "vous" because, since you speak with God and used "vous" in the last verse, it was more appropriate. "Vous" is a formal way to talk to an individual and is also used when you talk to several people at once. "Tu" is used when you speak to someone who does not require such ethics (ie family, friends, etc.) *4 That one was another hard one to translate with the "word to word" technic. And its way too hard to explain why I did all the changes. Although that I can say that we only used capital letters at the beginning of a sentance and for person's and countries' names. Keep these coming thought as I always apreciate one's effort.

Hum... good questions. Alive: I think I would like to spend the night with crazy artists like Jean Leloup or Daniel Bélanger juste for a fun party. Dead: Well, it could be interesting to have tea with Agatha Christie and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Both fascinates me and I'm intrigued to know how they lived back then. Also, I would like to have a reunion with my deceased grand-parents. (BTW Damon, Charles Manson is still alive)

Happy birthday both of you

All three are nicely done

Sorcière: Daniel Bélanger? Although he's an excellent artist I'm surprised that you've mentioned him. As for me, I'll pick Jean Leloup as writer-composer and interpret the said song. About the title, he could either pick up my first name or call it "La Montréalaise en campagne" (The Montrealer in the countryside)... well, that guy is one crazy artist.

Happy Birthday Tass. Here's a penguin parade for you

My trip to Montreal inspired me this cute little crative game. So what is your péché mignon (literraly translated as Cute Sin but Knack is a more appropriate translation)? It could be food, beverage, a ritual (like doing absolutly nothing for hours in Sundays) ie its gotta be something that you simply cannot resist and ever considering it as a treat. Of course, you can describe it with a short story, some roleplay, a poem, anything that fits your inspiration. With no further ado, I'll go with mine. ********************************************************************* Look at that espresso coffee bean. Yes, that one. Sure its an espresso coffee bean just like every other bean you've seen before. Now, take a bite off that bean. Don't stare at me with that "Are you nuts?" look of yours, its no use. Yes, I'm dead serious about and no, I don't have all day. Good. Now, judging by the elegant twisted expression of your face, it is definatly not your cup of tea. Now, lets take another espresso coffee bean. Don't worry, you wont eat that one yet. As I said... Ahem, stop interrupting me with your nonsense and trust me on that one. So, what I was about to say, lets take that espresso coffee bean and dip it in dark chocolate. Wait a sec, we need to chocolate to set in a hard shell around the espresso bean. Now, try that one without pinching your nose. See? I knew you can appreciate the mix of the bitterness and the flavor of both the coffee bean and the chocolate without burning your tongue. Of course, its better not to eat to many of them at once. And believe me, I always buy some whenever I have the chance to do so because I'm a bit of dark chocholate and coffee addict at once.

Happy 18th birthday! Keep these good idea of yours guiding your way in life

A very weird sight indeed.

Love is what makes you do crazy things for the people you care. Love is what makes you feel unique and special.

Congrats all, you're all deserving.

Well, I'll take the Happy Friday

Happy Birthday, Distarius! However, I stay on the sidewalk.

I don't see the problem posting Fan Fiction here. After all, they are stories. Just make sure you mention where the characters come from.

Well, although I've yet to read the books (I'll borrow an English copy of the books because the French translations I've seen in a random chapter of the first book simply annoyed me), I don't despise the HP craze. Afterall, we did have to suffer the Pokemon craze.

I wish you a crisp happy birthday

Honestly, I let the deep analysis to the Polite one and I must say that this is a gorgeous piece of work and I felt the agony of the main character. You do have talent

Carbone, Celes shy female cat, runs away from the room where the "Zool" commotion happens. She heads for her mistress bedroom and jumps on Celes' laps. - "Hey there good girl!", the French Troubadour says while stroking her feline, "Was that raucus that scared you? I'll go see what's going on." Carbone jumps off Celes, letting her mistress to go downtstairs, where she hears the cheerleaders. She blinks at the total confusion and manges to reach over the overgrown Lizard. - "What is going on, Wyvern?" - "Ahhh! Well its a birthday party for Zool" - "Oh, I see. Well, its in proportion with his reputation, that's for sure." OOC: Happy crazy birthday Zool.

Happy birthday

Celes walks in the room, preceeded by Cambronne, bringing a bottle of fine wine as a gift. - Happy Birthday, Spoony Bard! The black cat rubs his side on the celebrated elder and then goes on with the other guests.

Happy 18th birthday, friend

*Hugs Hopper Wolf* Welcome back friend

*click clack* Its coming from outside the room *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* Its pace is quickening *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* Its getting annoying, I need sleep, I need this to end *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* That's it, I have enough! I slipped out of my bed and I head out toward the computer room. Then, I tap on the seat of an empty chair and wait. *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* *click clack* Carbone walks over the chair and jumps at her seat. I've looked down at her, stroking her head, while noticing how long her claws are, long enough to make noise at each steps she makes...