I had that dream again...
Blink, blink.
The boat... that women.
There was knocking, a women walked into the adorned room.
"Princess. It is time to get up. You're going to be a bit busy today."
To the Princess' surprise, she saw the General of Alexandria herself in all her splendor coming to her wake.
The women was a tall Brunette with a metallic head band that covered her right eye, but she could clearly see her tanned complexion in the sunlight. Her hazel eye staring at her majesty, her eyebrow almost pencil thin to those of an architect, and her silky hair that curled inward towards her small chin,curling upwards on the ends at the back of her head,draping ever slightly past her shoulders, on her face, above her chin were her small and tender lips that curled into a smile.
"It's nice to see you this morning General Beatrix. Did mother send you?"
"No, I came on my own volition." She said as she placed one hand on her hip.
The draft from the window caused her blouse like shirt to slightly move around on her hips where it of course ended. Though her white blouse was more of a corset that was meant to hide her armor to her frame,yet split into a tailcoat,while still being a working jacket. To the ordinary individual, they'd only see her angelic grieves on her hands and feet that hugged closely to her, yet was bulky enough to act as a reliable defense, unlike her brown spandex pants.
"I'm guessing because it's my one day of the year?"
"You guessed correctly. I however thought it would be appropriate. The Queen's heath and what not. And... I brought you a set of clothes. A set to keep you warmer then that white dress."
Ah, the white dress. It hugged the princess all around, caressing her small yet tenderly voluptuous frame.
"May I see it?" her voice employed that of a more powerful Alexandrian accent; which could only be described as polite, yet imperious in a sense to which they could come off as condescending, even if unintentional.
"Certainly your highness." With that, Beatrix placed down an orange jumpsuit with a small pair of heeled leather shoes on The Princess' small round bronze table, it had two small chairs to accommodate it.
The princess moved her long silky black hair out of her face for the draft blew it to her eyes. Her lips curled into a genuinely happy smile. "I love it... Thank you..." she bowed her head in a form of thanks.
"I thought it would look dashing when I was in Lindblum, so I ordered one. Though cataloging... is still not really that conventional with all the numbers for produce and what not. Especially when we are just so used to saying ' I'd like roasted Chocobo on a spit. Garlic seasoning.' and not an abstract 'placement value' as they call it." Beatrix's smile unfolded as she had distaste for cataloging items.
"Though, you cannot expect each nation to be the same." The Princess chimed in as her hazel eyes looked in to Beatrix's.
Beatrix simply nodded. "I'll be by her majesty... also... you should not make a habit of making a mess of your room. You're not a child, you're a year from being twenty." She chuckled as she saw the Princess' dolls scattered on the floor.
To her dismay, it wasn't the Princess that caused this, but simply the draft of her window.
"Right... I'll be changing now." She said before politely bowing, in response, Beatrix saluted her by extending her right and and making an enclosed fist before walking out of the room.
That didn't come off as weird at all... The Princess raised her eyebrows before the door was even shut, though she understood the General was trying to be friendly to a fellow Alexandrian. She just felt the approach was a bit off.
She proceeded to shut her window; the window itself had a black frame to hold the glass in place. She pressed the lock latch in. She turned to her small dolls before placing them on her dresser, which was black, curvy at the legs, and wide in the center with golden handles.
She walked along her marble floor; it was reflective and could often see the frame of herself even if not perfect. Upon turning back to her window she looked out at the large lake around her kingdom,it went off into a landfall to a certain point. She untied the curtains and let them drape down, reducing the light from entering her chambers aside from her fireplace.
She threw a small log into the small kennel of fire; which did in turn add heat to the room and create a smaller amount of lighting. Adjacent from the fireplace was a full view mirror with a golden trim around the frame which met silver at the corners; at the top and bottom of the frame was a dove with a canary beside it.
The princess looked at her frame; which was that of a thin hour glass with the exception of tone aside from her arms, and of course thicker thighs. This frame was slightly athletic. Of course she wore only a small white gown that barely went past her waist by a few inches. Her bosom was concealed neatly with laces going over it. Her silky black hair draped past her waist.
Her brown eyes stared at the mirror for a moment to notice how ruffled at the top her hair was from sleeping. Her face was clean for the most part, aside from the dried sweat from her dream.
Hmm... I guess I'll bathe. If it's my birthday I may as well. Guest and all. she thought before walking to her dresser to retrieve clean undergarments as well as a towel.
She walked out of her room to see two figures waiting for her.
"The Royal bath is ready for you."
"Bath is ready for you it is."
The two figures were quite small and looked as if they were easily puntable through a window.
They wore striped clothing as well as steepled like shoes, had the classic draping jester like attire, the only difference between these obvious twins was one had red and white, while the other had blue and white.
"This way you must come!"
"Come this way you must!"
Ughhh... Why does mother keep Zorn and Thorn around...
She followed them down the marble halls.
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The Bar named Inari's Den was Modest establishment and had a comfortable air about it. It had no need for gimmicks and glitz, it was a homey and quiet place where good company, nice home-cooked food, and plenty of drink could be had. A Sign depicting a White Fox beckoning people inside adorned the surprisingly plain exterior of the building. Incense for Luck and Good Business burned at the entrance way, inviting in patrons and spirits to keep the place charged just how the owner liked it. The Floors were Hard Wood and Tables were low to the ground where cushions for seating a party could be found. Small lanterns with candles inside illuminated the bar with multi-colored "Fox Fire" lights. Toward the Back there was the Main Bar, where one could get drinks made personally by the Owner while behind the counter a few kitchen workers could prepare meals for customers if they requested them. Inari's Den had a Good Reputation, every so often though someone would come in for a time but they wouldn't come back out, No one comments on that though since People come and go all the time and The Grilled Meat they make is exquisite despite the Owner not revealing his secret recipe for the popular menu item. For all its Perks and Faults, Inari's Den is a rather comforting place that seems outside of the usual nonsense that has become the norm in Alexandria lately.
A male wearing a skintight Grey jumpsuit with with black and white shoes,a blue shirt with a grey and black jacket entered in a rather calm demeanor; an apathetic one no less. He proceeded to walk over to the Moogle that was the barkeep.
"Dinga-loo, dinga-lee, Hazlenut is what I be; dinga-lee, dinga-loo, if you're good, you're Hazlenut too." Spoke the Moogle in a rather deep voice. The fur of the Moogle was grey, and had yellow eyes, had a small black goatee. To most, he seemed very imp like, but to this guest, he seemed like another person.
"What can Hazelnut do for thee?"
"I need you to sign for this package and hand it directly to your boss. Surely you have the authority for this, correct?" The male spoke calmly, yet promptly as if he had places to be.
"Hazelnut can sign. But Hazelnut needs to hold the package fiiirst." The google made a sly grin.
The male place the plastic wrapped package on the counter, on the front of it, it said "Addressed to Hitori."
The Moogle was handed a clipboard and signed his name. "Hazelnut."
"Good. The name seems to have been spread quite massively on this paper. But... everything seems to be in order."
"Hazelnut wants to know what you are."
"Lumyian." He responded in a hushed tone.
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"Nobles of Treno, rigggght this way! Right this way!"
An Airship had landed; it was round and bulbous like that of a blimp, and twice as slow. On the inside it was a red-velvet like cabin. The seats were red cushions as well, typically the expensive kind you don't have drinks on.
"I say... 'I want to be your Canary' by lord Avon was quite the smash hit. I wonder how Tantalus will preform such a story into a play." Spoke a gaudy noble as the disembarked from the airship.
From the Noble's view, they could see the well paved stone streets of Alexandria. To the left, they could see the lake the castle was on, which was separated by a boat ride to keep just anyone from getting in.
The Roofs of the buildings consisted of red wood, most of which looked dated even for such a region that had been doing so well financially. Though most on the walkways didn't look of anything above low class, to which most of those scoffed at from the airship, yet said naught when disembarked.
The street ended at a booth for tickets to be checked, around the small ran down shack, there was an inn, a pub, weapons shop, and a florist. The line would be long to those in a hurry to get front row seats for the show.
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On The Prima Visa- and airship, Tantalus was waiting for their new hired employee to enter the drawing room. The rooms themselves were decorated with velvet linens, yet had old creaky doors with poor isolation; most could be breached easily. There were notes on the doors to what room was labeled as what.
"Luuuuc. Luuuuc. Where are ya'? Tha boys are waiting for ya'." A women called out.
To newcomers of Tantalus, the ship was best described as a luxurious countryside pirate ship that soars through the air, just with a theater attached.
Blink, blink.
The boat... that women.
There was knocking, a women walked into the adorned room.
"Princess. It is time to get up. You're going to be a bit busy today."
To the Princess' surprise, she saw the General of Alexandria herself in all her splendor coming to her wake.
The women was a tall Brunette with a metallic head band that covered her right eye, but she could clearly see her tanned complexion in the sunlight. Her hazel eye staring at her majesty, her eyebrow almost pencil thin to those of an architect, and her silky hair that curled inward towards her small chin,curling upwards on the ends at the back of her head,draping ever slightly past her shoulders, on her face, above her chin were her small and tender lips that curled into a smile.
"It's nice to see you this morning General Beatrix. Did mother send you?"
"No, I came on my own volition." She said as she placed one hand on her hip.
The draft from the window caused her blouse like shirt to slightly move around on her hips where it of course ended. Though her white blouse was more of a corset that was meant to hide her armor to her frame,yet split into a tailcoat,while still being a working jacket. To the ordinary individual, they'd only see her angelic grieves on her hands and feet that hugged closely to her, yet was bulky enough to act as a reliable defense, unlike her brown spandex pants.
"I'm guessing because it's my one day of the year?"
"You guessed correctly. I however thought it would be appropriate. The Queen's heath and what not. And... I brought you a set of clothes. A set to keep you warmer then that white dress."
Ah, the white dress. It hugged the princess all around, caressing her small yet tenderly voluptuous frame.
"May I see it?" her voice employed that of a more powerful Alexandrian accent; which could only be described as polite, yet imperious in a sense to which they could come off as condescending, even if unintentional.
"Certainly your highness." With that, Beatrix placed down an orange jumpsuit with a small pair of heeled leather shoes on The Princess' small round bronze table, it had two small chairs to accommodate it.
The princess moved her long silky black hair out of her face for the draft blew it to her eyes. Her lips curled into a genuinely happy smile. "I love it... Thank you..." she bowed her head in a form of thanks.
"I thought it would look dashing when I was in Lindblum, so I ordered one. Though cataloging... is still not really that conventional with all the numbers for produce and what not. Especially when we are just so used to saying ' I'd like roasted Chocobo on a spit. Garlic seasoning.' and not an abstract 'placement value' as they call it." Beatrix's smile unfolded as she had distaste for cataloging items.
"Though, you cannot expect each nation to be the same." The Princess chimed in as her hazel eyes looked in to Beatrix's.
Beatrix simply nodded. "I'll be by her majesty... also... you should not make a habit of making a mess of your room. You're not a child, you're a year from being twenty." She chuckled as she saw the Princess' dolls scattered on the floor.
To her dismay, it wasn't the Princess that caused this, but simply the draft of her window.
"Right... I'll be changing now." She said before politely bowing, in response, Beatrix saluted her by extending her right and and making an enclosed fist before walking out of the room.
That didn't come off as weird at all... The Princess raised her eyebrows before the door was even shut, though she understood the General was trying to be friendly to a fellow Alexandrian. She just felt the approach was a bit off.
She proceeded to shut her window; the window itself had a black frame to hold the glass in place. She pressed the lock latch in. She turned to her small dolls before placing them on her dresser, which was black, curvy at the legs, and wide in the center with golden handles.
She walked along her marble floor; it was reflective and could often see the frame of herself even if not perfect. Upon turning back to her window she looked out at the large lake around her kingdom,it went off into a landfall to a certain point. She untied the curtains and let them drape down, reducing the light from entering her chambers aside from her fireplace.
She threw a small log into the small kennel of fire; which did in turn add heat to the room and create a smaller amount of lighting. Adjacent from the fireplace was a full view mirror with a golden trim around the frame which met silver at the corners; at the top and bottom of the frame was a dove with a canary beside it.
The princess looked at her frame; which was that of a thin hour glass with the exception of tone aside from her arms, and of course thicker thighs. This frame was slightly athletic. Of course she wore only a small white gown that barely went past her waist by a few inches. Her bosom was concealed neatly with laces going over it. Her silky black hair draped past her waist.
Her brown eyes stared at the mirror for a moment to notice how ruffled at the top her hair was from sleeping. Her face was clean for the most part, aside from the dried sweat from her dream.
Hmm... I guess I'll bathe. If it's my birthday I may as well. Guest and all. she thought before walking to her dresser to retrieve clean undergarments as well as a towel.
She walked out of her room to see two figures waiting for her.
"The Royal bath is ready for you."
"Bath is ready for you it is."
The two figures were quite small and looked as if they were easily puntable through a window.
They wore striped clothing as well as steepled like shoes, had the classic draping jester like attire, the only difference between these obvious twins was one had red and white, while the other had blue and white.
"This way you must come!"
"Come this way you must!"
Ughhh... Why does mother keep Zorn and Thorn around...
She followed them down the marble halls.
____________________________________
The Bar named Inari's Den was Modest establishment and had a comfortable air about it. It had no need for gimmicks and glitz, it was a homey and quiet place where good company, nice home-cooked food, and plenty of drink could be had. A Sign depicting a White Fox beckoning people inside adorned the surprisingly plain exterior of the building. Incense for Luck and Good Business burned at the entrance way, inviting in patrons and spirits to keep the place charged just how the owner liked it. The Floors were Hard Wood and Tables were low to the ground where cushions for seating a party could be found. Small lanterns with candles inside illuminated the bar with multi-colored "Fox Fire" lights. Toward the Back there was the Main Bar, where one could get drinks made personally by the Owner while behind the counter a few kitchen workers could prepare meals for customers if they requested them. Inari's Den had a Good Reputation, every so often though someone would come in for a time but they wouldn't come back out, No one comments on that though since People come and go all the time and The Grilled Meat they make is exquisite despite the Owner not revealing his secret recipe for the popular menu item. For all its Perks and Faults, Inari's Den is a rather comforting place that seems outside of the usual nonsense that has become the norm in Alexandria lately.
A male wearing a skintight Grey jumpsuit with with black and white shoes,a blue shirt with a grey and black jacket entered in a rather calm demeanor; an apathetic one no less. He proceeded to walk over to the Moogle that was the barkeep.
"Dinga-loo, dinga-lee, Hazlenut is what I be; dinga-lee, dinga-loo, if you're good, you're Hazlenut too." Spoke the Moogle in a rather deep voice. The fur of the Moogle was grey, and had yellow eyes, had a small black goatee. To most, he seemed very imp like, but to this guest, he seemed like another person.
"What can Hazelnut do for thee?"
"I need you to sign for this package and hand it directly to your boss. Surely you have the authority for this, correct?" The male spoke calmly, yet promptly as if he had places to be.
"Hazelnut can sign. But Hazelnut needs to hold the package fiiirst." The google made a sly grin.
The male place the plastic wrapped package on the counter, on the front of it, it said "Addressed to Hitori."
The Moogle was handed a clipboard and signed his name. "Hazelnut."
"Good. The name seems to have been spread quite massively on this paper. But... everything seems to be in order."
"Hazelnut wants to know what you are."
"Lumyian." He responded in a hushed tone.
________________
"Nobles of Treno, rigggght this way! Right this way!"
An Airship had landed; it was round and bulbous like that of a blimp, and twice as slow. On the inside it was a red-velvet like cabin. The seats were red cushions as well, typically the expensive kind you don't have drinks on.
"I say... 'I want to be your Canary' by lord Avon was quite the smash hit. I wonder how Tantalus will preform such a story into a play." Spoke a gaudy noble as the disembarked from the airship.
From the Noble's view, they could see the well paved stone streets of Alexandria. To the left, they could see the lake the castle was on, which was separated by a boat ride to keep just anyone from getting in.
The Roofs of the buildings consisted of red wood, most of which looked dated even for such a region that had been doing so well financially. Though most on the walkways didn't look of anything above low class, to which most of those scoffed at from the airship, yet said naught when disembarked.
The street ended at a booth for tickets to be checked, around the small ran down shack, there was an inn, a pub, weapons shop, and a florist. The line would be long to those in a hurry to get front row seats for the show.
______________
On The Prima Visa- and airship, Tantalus was waiting for their new hired employee to enter the drawing room. The rooms themselves were decorated with velvet linens, yet had old creaky doors with poor isolation; most could be breached easily. There were notes on the doors to what room was labeled as what.
"Luuuuc. Luuuuc. Where are ya'? Tha boys are waiting for ya'." A women called out.
To newcomers of Tantalus, the ship was best described as a luxurious countryside pirate ship that soars through the air, just with a theater attached.
