The Big Pointy One Posted July 28, 2003 Report Posted July 28, 2003 The Big Pointy one and Mr.Bunny were sneaking back to the treehouse on their way back from sneaking out for a midnight snack. Of course, it was 1:30 in the afternoon, but for Stick and Mr.B, it may as well have been midnight. In their bleary states, they didn't notice Caryon's artifact sitting in the hall. Stick hit the thing with his bare right foot (the other had a slipper shaped like a bunny) cursed and tumbled down a flight of stairs. Mr.Bunny just shook his head and hopped along afterwards. Caryon's artifact bounced around a bit, shot off some sparks, then started spewing: "The Big Pointy One fell down the stairs, but expresses his interest in seeking information about his future. The wise Mr.Bunny also expresses his interest in this matter. Also, I am a little tea-pot, best described as short and stout."
Lady Celes Crusader Posted July 29, 2003 Report Posted July 29, 2003 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.
Lelu_Asana Posted September 26, 2003 Report Posted September 26, 2003 Lelu turned to see the large crowd gathering around a simple piece of parchment that hung from the Cabaret wall. She inwardly debated whether she should go and see what all the commotion was about. She had heard talk of the arrival of a fortune teller. She'd heard bits and pieces of the kind, but had never seen one or spoke with one, for that matter. Curiousity getting the better of her, she strolled over to the wall. A sign-up sheet was tacked to the wall and the spaces were filling up quick. It's probably a bunch of horse...... She heard someone say something about the fortune teller never being wrong. Not possible, she's got to be wrong sometime....but maybe..... Against her better judgement, Lelu signed the sheet and sighed. "We'll jsut see what happens next." She said to no one inparticular.
Gwaihir Posted October 15, 2003 Report Posted October 15, 2003 *thump* long after everyone else had already passed by and written their name on the sheet one last person found it. 'What? I must have missed this!' Gwaihir realized. 'Well, I do remember it. I guess I just forgot to sign up...' He sighs and re-rumples his hair with a chuckle. 'Oh well, I may as well do it now, I guess.' Anyone who was watching might wonder if it was possible for even a seeress to read the handwriting of that hand
Salinye Posted July 28, 2004 Report Posted July 28, 2004 Since I'm writing with Madame Q again, I wanted to bump this so people could remember if they signed up and so that if anyone else wants to sign up they can. :0) This is an on going process that is done over time, so you gotta be patient with me! I read over all the old predictions and forgot how absolutely in love I am with Madame Quixotic and I'm very excited to write with her again! *hugs* ~Salinye
Tanuchan Posted July 29, 2004 Report Posted July 29, 2004 Hmm... I guess I can give this Seeress a try? Sign me up, please ~Tanny
Yui-chan Posted July 29, 2004 Report Posted July 29, 2004 "Cut, cut, CUUUUUUT!" Growling angrily, Yui storms in from off to the side and mercilessly pokes, prods and pulls Tanuchan, Finnius and Appy each into a more proper position! She tilts her director's cap at a jaunty angle, glares at each of them menacingly and then lifts one fine-boned hand to point meaningfully at the sign that's mysteriously appeared above Madame Q's piece of parchment. "To play the game of futures known, your brevity is overthrown. Should you find you've aught to say, the thread gives you a role to play! Thank you. The management." As they all blink back at her in surprise, the demanding shadowwalker pinches her nose between two fingers to stave off a headach and grumbles, "Now, do it again. From the top!" As soon as she's back behind the camera and safely out of the scene, she floomphs down into her director's chair and shouts, "ACTION!" Finally, one morning, the Pen members and guests woke up to find an announcement hung in the Cabaret room. It read: Madame Quixotic will now accept appointments. If you choose to visit her, remember, it is not her hand that molds your future, she merely passes on the message of the Mystics. Please sign your name below, and you will be summoned at the appropriate times. (Small donations appreciated at the time of your appointment.) The rest of the parchment was lined ready for willing names to be written upon them. ... ... ...
Tanuchan Posted July 29, 2004 Report Posted July 29, 2004 Ooops... Mm... okay... Later on I'll edit this post
Katzaniel Posted July 29, 2004 Report Posted July 29, 2004 By all appearances, the pretty woman standing in consternation by the sign-up sheet was young and human. In truth, she was a couple of million years old, and at least half demon. Recently having found her way to the Pen after a partially successful kidnapping attempt on the archangel Gabriel, Horace had discovered this thing called "reading" and these things called "letters". Apparently this keep was largely devoted to the practise, and so she had found a likely candidate to coach her on how to do this, and thus far could put together the letters to form her name. Period. Eventually she would learn more of this difficult craft, and the skill might lead to finding Lucifer again. So Horace knew that the symbols "SIGN-UP SHEET" meant something, but not what. It might be important in her quest. "Gabriel, there's a sheet on this wall and a lot of different handwritings. Do you know what it might mean?" The angel, trapped inside the briefcase in Horace's hands, stirred. I don't understand why you think I want to help you. "Well, we're both stuck on earth until I can find the underworld. Earth is a terrible place. So why wouldn't you want to help?" Confounded once more by Horace's backward logic, and unable as usual to think of a convincing way to prove that Heaven was better than the underworld (how do you tell this to someone who inherently believes the opposite?) Gabriel sighs. It was obvious to him that this "Pen" place was nothing like the underworld, so it might be a good place to trick Horace into staying. He couldn't see what Horace was looking at, but it sounded like a sign up sheet of some sort. It's probably writing lessons or something. Write your name on it. I think that this "Pen" place will eventually lead us the underworld. I mean, it's obvious that writing is evil... So yeah, sign up. Gabriel wasn't very good at conniving, but Horace wasn't very good at being doubtful. When they left, the list had the added name: - HOrAC3
Tanuchan Posted July 29, 2004 Report Posted July 29, 2004 A black wolf trots in the corridors of the Pen Castle, sniffing curiously here and there. There sure is a lot of hidden places around here... well, not hidden, but not easily seen at first... Using wolf senses to explore has always pleased Tanny, and as by this time more people are used to see her around the fortress and its surrounding area, she uses it freely without being too afraid of scaring friends. So, today she again chooses some random hall and follows one of the corridors opening into it. Light enters through the windows, their curtains draped open and arranged in a pleasant way. Tanny observes for a moment the curious patterns of light playing with the shadows, her eyes unfocusing a bit. Playing with forgotten shadows Bright rays trace a pattern of life Motes of light fly with the dust Dark spots shrink quietly away A timid beam reaches a corner Tickling playfully the shadows asleep Awakening dreams buried long Bringing laughter to silent places. She blinks, taking some mental notes. This may be interesting... I should work on this a bit, I guess. But later. I want to know where this corridor will take me. Doors appear on both sides, some open and some ajar, and voices come carrying laughter, enthusiasm, or sometimes sweet melancholy. Some of the voices the wolf recognizes, some not, but still she goes on - following now a subtle scent that's completely new. Soon she stops in front of a door, and sees a neatly carved sign on it. Carefully rising on her hind legs and resting a paw on the door, she reads: Gypsy Seer Madame Quixotic Who can tell you of nearing death or new life? Who can predict your future comfort or strife? Who can say if soon you’ll be tenderly held? Madame Quixotic can! Appointments can be made at the Cabaret Room Tanny sits down, considering carefully what she has read. It does seem interesting... at least, fun. I wonder if she can predict so easily the future of a Shapechanger... She grins, a glint of michief appearing for a second in her light-grey eyes. After all, there are people who say that each of our shapes hold a different soul... I would, then, be made of three different souls... Not very late that day, Tanny appears at the Cabaret Room in her human form. Inquiring quietly about, soon she meets Salinye - who tells her everything about the incredible Madame Quixotic and directs her to the sign-up parchment. Madame Quixotic will now accept appointments. If you choose to visit her, remember, it is not her hand that molds your future, she merely passes on the message of the Mystics. Please sign your name below, and you will be summoned at the appropriate times. (Small donations appreciated at the time of your appointment.) Nodding, Tanny signs up her name below the last scrawl.
Appy Posted July 29, 2004 Report Posted July 29, 2004 (whoops, I see I'll have to persuade my muse out of hiding for this one... expect a sign up after my vacation next week then ) *sticks her tongue out at Yui and bounces off on her skippy ball*
cryptomancer Posted July 31, 2004 Report Posted July 31, 2004 With the calm arrogance of a star, a clean shaven stranger enters the cabaret room. Dressed in a white, loose fitting, buttoned shirt and faded blue jeans, he casually surveys the room, smiles to himself, and relaxes, glad that the inhabitants of The Pen are not yet familiar with his reputation, or his looks for that matter, even after the single interrupted broadcast of his latest attempt at television stardom. The stranger approaches the appointment parchment for the truth seer, and draws out a small silver wand from the second button of his white shirt, and in a smooth flowing script, (resembling the scuff marks of a raven sliding over a freshly waxed car roof,) signs his name. Replacing the wand on the clip in his shirt, he turns, again noting the surroundings, and occupants of the room, acknowledging those that make eye contact with his searching gaze by smiling a smile of pure charm, his dark eyes sparkling with pleasure at being noticed. Then, his observations complete, he leaves, a shadow enveloping him as he reaches the door, fading to the flutter of wings outside.
Gryphon Posted August 1, 2004 Report Posted August 1, 2004 A small glowing ball of light wafts through the Cabaret Room and up to the signup parchment as if it were wanting to sign up for a reading with Madame Quixotic. Watchers stared, confused, wondering what a ball of light would want with a foretelling of the future. Indeed, what sort of future is there for a ball of light? The glowing orb hovers in front of the parchment as if contemplating it, then darts forward to touch the parchment before floating off once more down the corridor. Burned into the parchment in a flowing script is a new name: Gryphon
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