[ Christelle Proulx, Backyard, Ryuudouji Temple]
" Well, I'd rather just talk to you, but It is always important to address those who haven't seen the light of Christ. I could make you some tea in a minut - "
Huh, it appeared that her Servant just vanished from thin air. There also a black haze separating her from the filthy heathen summoning his Servant, but Christelle couldn't identify where it was coming from. She didn't do any magic, Raymond didn't have magic like that, and he was in the middle of chanting for his Servant. It could always be her Servant, but she wasn't even aroun -
Oh, her Servant just appeared in front of her. Wow, she must be really off of her game if she didn't notice her own Servant running towards her. However, she felt like something was touching her, and she wasn't feeling as Christian as she usually did.
Huh, it appears that her Servant was touching her in her no no spots.
Once Christelle finally realized what her Servant was doing, a deep shade of red appeared across her face. While, she didn't really need to remain celibate, as she wasn't exactly nun, she surely didn't have this in mind. This was an incredibly lewd act, almost on the same tier as hand holding.
If the Lord caught her holding hands, he would surely smite her, and all of her lewd actions. Hopefully, he wasn't looking at her at this moment, even if he always watching everyone at all times.
" O-of course my b-body is p-pure enough for the C-church! I-I am a K-knight C-captain! I'm sure somebody w-would have noticed if I w-wasn't fit to work for the C-church! And Is t-this anyway to treat your M-master! I've k-killed more abominations in my 25 y-years than m-most people ever h-had! "
Saying she was flustered was beyond an understatement. She can honestly say that she has never been touched like this before. If anything, she has always tried to avoid these situations. Sadly, it was impossible to avoid this one as her Servant was far beyond her.
. . .
Wait, what happens if someone summons a rapist as a Servant? What if a beautiful lady summoned Laius? Maybe this was common place? Throughout history, many people have been perverts and incredibly lewd.
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[ Christelle Proulx. Backyard, Ryuudouji Temple]
He was Agnostic?
Well, he was still a filthy heathen, and it was her job to make sure heathens stopped being heathens. . .
Alright, time for a mental coin flip. Heads, She kills him for being a heathen, and tails, she just tries to show him how Jesus is his lord and personal savior. She just wanted to make sure he was saved. Was that so hard?
Tails.
Well, normal missionary work couldn't be that hard, right? She might have never actually been on an missionary trip, but how hard could it be? The bible is more than enough to teach everyone the beauty of the Lord. The book was perfectly consistent, and it had no flaws in it. It was truly the ultimate book.
" Alright, but make sure you summon a good Servant. I don't really feel like carrying around dead weight, especially when I have my own. However, if you're that strong of a magus, you'll be able to summon an amazing Servant, right? "
Of course, power had nothing to do for that. In theory, the strongest magus could summon the most insignificant legend out there.
Either way, she was more interested in her own Servant anyway.
A cute, small little girl dressed in all black. No matter who she was, she is sure to be an interesting Heroic Spirit.
He was Agnostic?
Well, he was still a filthy heathen, and it was her job to make sure heathens stopped being heathens. . .
Alright, time for a mental coin flip. Heads, She kills him for being a heathen, and tails, she just tries to show him how Jesus is his lord and personal savior. She just wanted to make sure he was saved. Was that so hard?
Tails.
Well, normal missionary work couldn't be that hard, right? She might have never actually been on an missionary trip, but how hard could it be? The bible is more than enough to teach everyone the beauty of the Lord. The book was perfectly consistent, and it had no flaws in it. It was truly the ultimate book.
" Alright, but make sure you summon a good Servant. I don't really feel like carrying around dead weight, especially when I have my own. However, if you're that strong of a magus, you'll be able to summon an amazing Servant, right? "
Of course, power had nothing to do for that. In theory, the strongest magus could summon the most insignificant legend out there.
Either way, she was more interested in her own Servant anyway.
A cute, small little girl dressed in all black. No matter who she was, she is sure to be an interesting Heroic Spirit.
[ Christelle Proulx, Backyard, Ryuudouji Temple]
The bright flash of light that came with the summoning hurt her eyes, but she'd get over that in a moment. She couldn't miss seeing what kind of Servant it could be.
Would it be a knight in shining armor, ready to protect her from filthy heathens?
Maybe it was a knight who has slayed dragons in his previous life?
Or maybe, it was Lady Joan of Arc, her perfect match.
When the light finally settled, and all was said and done, Christelle saw her Servant, which just so happened to be a little girl. Well, she may be any age, but she didn't seem much taller than her, so she would of course assume she was a little girl.
Then again, Christelle was in her twenties, but gets constantly mistaken as someone in grade school, so it really wasn't fair to judge.
Well, that wasn't that important. Just by the air around her Servant, she was obviously a powerful Heroic Spirit worthy of praise. Even Christelle, The Knight Captain of The Order of The Holy Spirit felt like nothing when compared to her Servant, and that means a lot. She kills abominations every other weak, so having something that makes her feel this weak was truly something.
Christelle made a respectful curtsy, making sure she seemed like the polite Proulx family member she is supposed to be.
" Yes, I am your Master. My name is Christelle Proulx, and I am the Knight Captain of The Order of The Holy Spirit. I apologize for the mess you have been summoned into, but the ritual forced me to do so. I am usually never this messy, and I always make sure to clean after myself once I am done. If it isn't too much of a bother, I would love to know the Container you have been summoned under, as well as your name. However, let me deal with this Master first. "
Christelle stood straight up, and then moved her attention towards Raymond Yssiria.
" Now, I doubt that you were being serious when you said you needed to see if I was a serious competitor. Me appearing to a backwater ritual like this should be enough to show that I am serious. I also doubt that you really care that this war runs smoothly and peacefully. As long as you win the war, what do a few cracked eggs mean, right? Everyone in this city is a heathen anyway, so a few causalities mean nothing to me. Victory is all that matters, not the route to how victory is achieved.
Even if everything I said is true, I still find your offer interesting. "
Christelle did find the idea of an alliance interesting, especially with a magus who could work with the mind. Then again, there was always the chance he summoned a dud of a Servant. It was times like this that a Pro and Con list proved to be the best option.
Cons: Summons a terrible Servant, might be useless in the long run, and he might try to backstab her.
Pros: A new puppet for Christelle to play with, and at the very least, it meant one less Master Christelle needed to keep their eye on.
" Alright, I'll accept your offer. Having an ally does make things a bit more convenient for us, and I guess you don't seem like that bad of a guy.
I wish you the best of luck~!
Also, have you accepted Jesus as your personal savior? "
The bright flash of light that came with the summoning hurt her eyes, but she'd get over that in a moment. She couldn't miss seeing what kind of Servant it could be.
Would it be a knight in shining armor, ready to protect her from filthy heathens?
Maybe it was a knight who has slayed dragons in his previous life?
Or maybe, it was Lady Joan of Arc, her perfect match.
When the light finally settled, and all was said and done, Christelle saw her Servant, which just so happened to be a little girl. Well, she may be any age, but she didn't seem much taller than her, so she would of course assume she was a little girl.
Then again, Christelle was in her twenties, but gets constantly mistaken as someone in grade school, so it really wasn't fair to judge.
Well, that wasn't that important. Just by the air around her Servant, she was obviously a powerful Heroic Spirit worthy of praise. Even Christelle, The Knight Captain of The Order of The Holy Spirit felt like nothing when compared to her Servant, and that means a lot. She kills abominations every other weak, so having something that makes her feel this weak was truly something.
Christelle made a respectful curtsy, making sure she seemed like the polite Proulx family member she is supposed to be.
" Yes, I am your Master. My name is Christelle Proulx, and I am the Knight Captain of The Order of The Holy Spirit. I apologize for the mess you have been summoned into, but the ritual forced me to do so. I am usually never this messy, and I always make sure to clean after myself once I am done. If it isn't too much of a bother, I would love to know the Container you have been summoned under, as well as your name. However, let me deal with this Master first. "
Christelle stood straight up, and then moved her attention towards Raymond Yssiria.
" Now, I doubt that you were being serious when you said you needed to see if I was a serious competitor. Me appearing to a backwater ritual like this should be enough to show that I am serious. I also doubt that you really care that this war runs smoothly and peacefully. As long as you win the war, what do a few cracked eggs mean, right? Everyone in this city is a heathen anyway, so a few causalities mean nothing to me. Victory is all that matters, not the route to how victory is achieved.
Even if everything I said is true, I still find your offer interesting. "
Christelle did find the idea of an alliance interesting, especially with a magus who could work with the mind. Then again, there was always the chance he summoned a dud of a Servant. It was times like this that a Pro and Con list proved to be the best option.
Cons: Summons a terrible Servant, might be useless in the long run, and he might try to backstab her.
Pros: A new puppet for Christelle to play with, and at the very least, it meant one less Master Christelle needed to keep their eye on.
" Alright, I'll accept your offer. Having an ally does make things a bit more convenient for us, and I guess you don't seem like that bad of a guy.
I wish you the best of luck~!
Also, have you accepted Jesus as your personal savior? "
[ Christelle Proulx, Backyard, Ryuudouji Temple]
Made a scary blood circle? Check
Still watching the guy that is just sitting there and stalking her? Check
Prepared to do some acts a Heathen would commit? Check
Feeling like an actual heathen? Nope. Never. She is a pure maiden of Christ and she always will be.
It was finally time for her to summon a Servant. Her blade for the next two weeks. Out of all the heroes from around the world, which one would she summon? She could maybe get one of the Apostles? They would surely have some power behind them, and would surely have the ability to deal with all the heathens around.
Maybe she would summon Roland? Not only was he always a devout follower, but he possessed The Peerless Sword, Durandl. If not Roland, maybe another of Charlemagne's paladins, or maybe Charlemagne himself. Any of those would be perfect for Christelle, and they'd also have a lot of power to protect her from any of the heathens lurking around.
Someone from the Crusades would be good. Richard The Lionheart might be fun to work with, as he did specialize in slaughtering heathens from all around. He was a true believer through and through.
However, her dream Servant was Joan of Arc. A French pure maiden just like Christelle. If this grail was going to pick Servants from their capability to their Master, Joan of Arc would be the perfect match.
This was not the time to worry about who she was going to summon, and just get down to summoning. Christelle extended her hand out forwards, and began to chant.
"The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut.
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
――――I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!"
Made a scary blood circle? Check
Still watching the guy that is just sitting there and stalking her? Check
Prepared to do some acts a Heathen would commit? Check
Feeling like an actual heathen? Nope. Never. She is a pure maiden of Christ and she always will be.
It was finally time for her to summon a Servant. Her blade for the next two weeks. Out of all the heroes from around the world, which one would she summon? She could maybe get one of the Apostles? They would surely have some power behind them, and would surely have the ability to deal with all the heathens around.
Maybe she would summon Roland? Not only was he always a devout follower, but he possessed The Peerless Sword, Durandl. If not Roland, maybe another of Charlemagne's paladins, or maybe Charlemagne himself. Any of those would be perfect for Christelle, and they'd also have a lot of power to protect her from any of the heathens lurking around.
Someone from the Crusades would be good. Richard The Lionheart might be fun to work with, as he did specialize in slaughtering heathens from all around. He was a true believer through and through.
However, her dream Servant was Joan of Arc. A French pure maiden just like Christelle. If this grail was going to pick Servants from their capability to their Master, Joan of Arc would be the perfect match.
This was not the time to worry about who she was going to summon, and just get down to summoning. Christelle extended her hand out forwards, and began to chant.
"The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut.
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
――――I announce.
Your self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the resort of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――!"
[ Christelle Proulx, Backyard, Ryuudouji Temple]
Cut open dead birds with your black keys to make a circle? Check
Have the exact circle memorized? Check
Desire to be a heathen? Still not checked, and it never will be.
Christelle had just finished cutting up the birds when she noticed another Master, Rei Yasuhiro to be exact.
Mage from the Middle East, formally known as Raymond Yssiria, and specialized in mental magecraft from The Middle East. He also may or may not be a muslim, but guessing religions with Magi is difficult. Hell, he might even be an atheist.
Either way, Jesus was not his lord or savior.
Christelle began to form her circle with a bird in one hand, but she readied herself, but kept her grasp on her black key tight. She didn't want anything to escalate, but if he did, she wouldn't spare him. She made sure to keep an eye him while she made the circle, not like she needed to see it. Photographic Memory really was a blessing, and she was thankful for the Lord's gift every day.
Cut open dead birds with your black keys to make a circle? Check
Have the exact circle memorized? Check
Desire to be a heathen? Still not checked, and it never will be.
Christelle had just finished cutting up the birds when she noticed another Master, Rei Yasuhiro to be exact.
Mage from the Middle East, formally known as Raymond Yssiria, and specialized in mental magecraft from The Middle East. He also may or may not be a muslim, but guessing religions with Magi is difficult. Hell, he might even be an atheist.
Either way, Jesus was not his lord or savior.
Christelle began to form her circle with a bird in one hand, but she readied herself, but kept her grasp on her black key tight. She didn't want anything to escalate, but if he did, she wouldn't spare him. She made sure to keep an eye him while she made the circle, not like she needed to see it. Photographic Memory really was a blessing, and she was thankful for the Lord's gift every day.
[ Christelle Proulx. Backyard, Ryuudouji Temple]
Climbed up a wall? Check
Didn't hurt herself? Check
Several dead birds in a bag? Check
Desire to be a heathen? Not checked, nor will it ever be.
Climbing over the back wall to get into this temple was hard work, but at least it was done. She had picked the perfect place to fight a war, and that was on top of a mountain. Even the most foolish of fools knew that mountains were the best spot strategically. You can look out for your enemies, as well as hiding yourself perfectly. There was also a veil of trees blocking the temple, making it even harder for them to look up here.
Strategic Genius.
1 point for Christelle.
0 points for every other Master.
Anyway, it was time for her to summon her Servant. However, she first needed to cut open these birds and make a blood circle
Eeeewwwwwww
This was work for the heathens, not good little followers of Christ.
Climbed up a wall? Check
Didn't hurt herself? Check
Several dead birds in a bag? Check
Desire to be a heathen? Not checked, nor will it ever be.
Climbing over the back wall to get into this temple was hard work, but at least it was done. She had picked the perfect place to fight a war, and that was on top of a mountain. Even the most foolish of fools knew that mountains were the best spot strategically. You can look out for your enemies, as well as hiding yourself perfectly. There was also a veil of trees blocking the temple, making it even harder for them to look up here.
Strategic Genius.
1 point for Christelle.
0 points for every other Master.
Anyway, it was time for her to summon her Servant. However, she first needed to cut open these birds and make a blood circle
Eeeewwwwwww
This was work for the heathens, not good little followers of Christ.
Name: Christelle Proulx
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Birthday 29/7/19XX
Personality: When on duty Christelle is always on point, and ready to viciously slaughter all that get in her way. There is shred of regret or any other kind of emotion when she kills, most of which happen to my vampires, which would explain her lack of emotion when killing. She's a tool, and nothing more than that.
Off duty, Christelle likes to spend most of her time reading. She has a tendency to read religious texts, but her favorite genre is horror, as the thrill and adrenaline rush excites her. As one would expect, she acts polite and proper at all times, making sure to keep her family's image. In reality, she is far more relaxed, somewhat vulgar, cynical, aslightly egotistical and has the tendency to look down on others. Christelle also likes sweets and cute things, especially cats.
Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/mbBlKva.jpg
Biography and Family History: Prouix family has a long history of assisting the Church, specifically The Order of the Holy Spirit,with Christelle being no exception. They span back 13 generations, and were one of the original members. From the day she was born, Christelle was being trained into a killing machine. Armed with the relics passed down in family for generation after generation, as well as her family's magecraft, Christelle became an Head of The Order of The Holy Spirit, using her family's power within the Order and the Church to make sure she was put in power.She became the leader at the incredibly young age of 22. For the three years she has been leading the Order, she has done nothing but work towards eradicating Humanity's threats,
Christelle has entered The Holy Grail War to make sure the Grail does not fall into the wrong hands. While the church is only meant to observe, Christelle decided to take it upon herself, as with the lack of a Tohsaka representative, nobody could be trusted. It's also a precautionary in case vampires decide to show up for the war, for whatever reason. The vampires were a bit more interesting than the cup, but they probably get bored like everybody else.
Origin: Snuggle
Element: Average One
Number of Magic Circuits: B
Quality of Magic Circuits: A
Magic Circuit Composition: Alignment towards church mysteries.
Magic Circuit Switch: Imagining the sound of paper being cut.
Prana Tank: B
Magecraft:
Can Materialize Black Keys by running prana through pages of the bible.
Baptism Sacrament
Mystic Codes and Equipment:
Baptism Rite: The sole magical miracle that is permitted to be learned in the Church. The teachings of God are considered to be the greatest weapon against spirits within the systematic basis of their magecraft, so the chant is a key of providence that eliminates wondering souls with the holy words of the Bible. It is the purification and elevating of a wayward soul through the teachings of the Lord by sending a ghost to its "throne". It is a miracle that has healed the hearts of many, so that is most likely the reason that it is the theory of thaumaturgy with the most wide-spread theory.
It is a simple ritual, a ten-count type, effective immediately after it has been spoken. Its physical interference is somewhat weak, but it has absolute power against spiritual bodies.
Staff of Saint Patrick: This is the famous staff carried around by Saint Patrick, the man who banished all of the snakes in Ireland. In actuality, there were never any snakes in Ireland. The imagery of snakes connects to the Druids that once inhabited the country of Ireland, with Saint Patrick being the man who banished all of the druids out of their homeland. It is believed that Saint Patrick himself killed some of the Druids using the very same staff he had always carried with him. The staff has an incredible affinity against Heathens and could be considered the perfect weapon to be used against them. This staff is a conceptual weapon that pierces, and destroys the soul of any Heathen. The staff can pass through any magecraft defense at, or under the rank of C in the Magecraft scale. If it touches anything above C, their ranked is reduced. On top of that, it is a really good beating stick, and could harm a Servant or a Monster. However, its not like it would explode them or anything, they'd just hit by a really good beating stick. It is something that would be nothing but a normal staff to a priest, but becomes the ultimate nightmare to Heathens.
Cross of Saint Benedict of Nursia: This was the cross used by Saint Benedict of Nursia. In life, Saint Benedict is given most of his fame by his creation of the Holy Rule of Saint Benedict, a guide on how monks should live, however, there is more to the man than something like that. The cross that was originally possessed by Saint Benedict has the power to repel all evil, from demons to heathens. Fake copies of the cross turned into medals have the power to keep moderately powerful evils away from the holder. This is the original Cross and as such, it has the ability to completely repel all evils. The Cross can innately defend the holder from Magecraft up to D in the Magecraft scale. Anything above D has its ranked reduced.
Black Keys
A ring that gives the wearer Magic Resistance D.
All of Christelle's clothing, from her ropes to her habit are woven from Kevlar and protective charms, to protect from both magic and physical attacks.
Several bibles, more than enough cash needed for her stay, pen, marker, engraving tools, a halberd, and a notepad.
Non-Magecraft Related Skills:
Singing
Cooking
Cleaning
Expert Penmanship
Eidetic Memory
Speed Reader
Medieval Halberd Fighting Style
Driving (If she can reach the pedals of course)
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Birthday 29/7/19XX
Personality: When on duty Christelle is always on point, and ready to viciously slaughter all that get in her way. There is shred of regret or any other kind of emotion when she kills, most of which happen to my vampires, which would explain her lack of emotion when killing. She's a tool, and nothing more than that.
Off duty, Christelle likes to spend most of her time reading. She has a tendency to read religious texts, but her favorite genre is horror, as the thrill and adrenaline rush excites her. As one would expect, she acts polite and proper at all times, making sure to keep her family's image. In reality, she is far more relaxed, somewhat vulgar, cynical, aslightly egotistical and has the tendency to look down on others. Christelle also likes sweets and cute things, especially cats.
Appearance: http://i.imgur.com/mbBlKva.jpg
Biography and Family History: Prouix family has a long history of assisting the Church, specifically The Order of the Holy Spirit,with Christelle being no exception. They span back 13 generations, and were one of the original members. From the day she was born, Christelle was being trained into a killing machine. Armed with the relics passed down in family for generation after generation, as well as her family's magecraft, Christelle became an Head of The Order of The Holy Spirit, using her family's power within the Order and the Church to make sure she was put in power.She became the leader at the incredibly young age of 22. For the three years she has been leading the Order, she has done nothing but work towards eradicating Humanity's threats,
Christelle has entered The Holy Grail War to make sure the Grail does not fall into the wrong hands. While the church is only meant to observe, Christelle decided to take it upon herself, as with the lack of a Tohsaka representative, nobody could be trusted. It's also a precautionary in case vampires decide to show up for the war, for whatever reason. The vampires were a bit more interesting than the cup, but they probably get bored like everybody else.
Origin: Snuggle
Element: Average One
Number of Magic Circuits: B
Quality of Magic Circuits: A
Magic Circuit Composition: Alignment towards church mysteries.
Magic Circuit Switch: Imagining the sound of paper being cut.
Prana Tank: B
Magecraft:
Can Materialize Black Keys by running prana through pages of the bible.
Baptism Sacrament
Mystic Codes and Equipment:
Baptism Rite: The sole magical miracle that is permitted to be learned in the Church. The teachings of God are considered to be the greatest weapon against spirits within the systematic basis of their magecraft, so the chant is a key of providence that eliminates wondering souls with the holy words of the Bible. It is the purification and elevating of a wayward soul through the teachings of the Lord by sending a ghost to its "throne". It is a miracle that has healed the hearts of many, so that is most likely the reason that it is the theory of thaumaturgy with the most wide-spread theory.
It is a simple ritual, a ten-count type, effective immediately after it has been spoken. Its physical interference is somewhat weak, but it has absolute power against spiritual bodies.
Staff of Saint Patrick: This is the famous staff carried around by Saint Patrick, the man who banished all of the snakes in Ireland. In actuality, there were never any snakes in Ireland. The imagery of snakes connects to the Druids that once inhabited the country of Ireland, with Saint Patrick being the man who banished all of the druids out of their homeland. It is believed that Saint Patrick himself killed some of the Druids using the very same staff he had always carried with him. The staff has an incredible affinity against Heathens and could be considered the perfect weapon to be used against them. This staff is a conceptual weapon that pierces, and destroys the soul of any Heathen. The staff can pass through any magecraft defense at, or under the rank of C in the Magecraft scale. If it touches anything above C, their ranked is reduced. On top of that, it is a really good beating stick, and could harm a Servant or a Monster. However, its not like it would explode them or anything, they'd just hit by a really good beating stick. It is something that would be nothing but a normal staff to a priest, but becomes the ultimate nightmare to Heathens.
Cross of Saint Benedict of Nursia: This was the cross used by Saint Benedict of Nursia. In life, Saint Benedict is given most of his fame by his creation of the Holy Rule of Saint Benedict, a guide on how monks should live, however, there is more to the man than something like that. The cross that was originally possessed by Saint Benedict has the power to repel all evil, from demons to heathens. Fake copies of the cross turned into medals have the power to keep moderately powerful evils away from the holder. This is the original Cross and as such, it has the ability to completely repel all evils. The Cross can innately defend the holder from Magecraft up to D in the Magecraft scale. Anything above D has its ranked reduced.
Black Keys
A ring that gives the wearer Magic Resistance D.
All of Christelle's clothing, from her ropes to her habit are woven from Kevlar and protective charms, to protect from both magic and physical attacks.
Several bibles, more than enough cash needed for her stay, pen, marker, engraving tools, a halberd, and a notepad.
Non-Magecraft Related Skills:
Singing
Cooking
Cleaning
Expert Penmanship
Eidetic Memory
Speed Reader
Medieval Halberd Fighting Style
Driving (If she can reach the pedals of course)
After coming to her hotel room from the convention, Celeste flopped on top of her bed, and was sound asleep until the morning. She probably would have been asleep until the afternoon, but something fluffy was tickling her nose. Celeste originally tried to ignore it, but whatever it was that was tickling her wasn't going to go away any time soon. After several minutes of going through this torture, Celeste opened her eyes to see what could be causing such an annoying thing.
. . .
It was a. . .
Fluffy tail?
Now, how did that get there? It was probably one of her bodyguards playing a mean joke on her. She'd make sure she found that man who did this, and that man would be fired on the spot. He would be left without work, therefore no income, therefore him and his entire family starve for being the terrible people they are. Scum, all of them were scum.
Celeste got off of her bed, ready to to find out what body guard was this, but then she noticed something very peculiar in the mirror. The mail was moving with the rest of her body, almost as if it was connected to her own.
No, that couldn't be right, her tired mind must be playing a trick on her.
Celeste then noticed that she couldn't see her normal ears, and only the fox ears on the top of her head.
No, this had to be some kind of joke. Celeste tried to pull off the fox ears upon her head, but of course that resulted in her releasing a small yelp of pain.
None of this mad any sense, and Celeste was going to get to the bottom of this. Celeste straightened up her outfit, and made her way out the door. She was sure she saw other cosplayers entering this hotel. Sure, she'd have to hunt them down, but that really shouldn't be much of a problem.
If she couldn't find them, she'd just have her daddy call the hotel and force the staff to find them for her.
. . .
It was a. . .
Fluffy tail?
Now, how did that get there? It was probably one of her bodyguards playing a mean joke on her. She'd make sure she found that man who did this, and that man would be fired on the spot. He would be left without work, therefore no income, therefore him and his entire family starve for being the terrible people they are. Scum, all of them were scum.
Celeste got off of her bed, ready to to find out what body guard was this, but then she noticed something very peculiar in the mirror. The mail was moving with the rest of her body, almost as if it was connected to her own.
No, that couldn't be right, her tired mind must be playing a trick on her.
Celeste then noticed that she couldn't see her normal ears, and only the fox ears on the top of her head.
No, this had to be some kind of joke. Celeste tried to pull off the fox ears upon her head, but of course that resulted in her releasing a small yelp of pain.
None of this mad any sense, and Celeste was going to get to the bottom of this. Celeste straightened up her outfit, and made her way out the door. She was sure she saw other cosplayers entering this hotel. Sure, she'd have to hunt them down, but that really shouldn't be much of a problem.
If she couldn't find them, she'd just have her daddy call the hotel and force the staff to find them for her.
Claiming a master spot, please.
kthxbai
kthxbai
Celeste zoned out into her own little world, until she was interrupted by a certain boy in what seemed like a panda cap. He didn't seem that fazed by her entourage of big men in suits, so this boy was either incredibly brave, or a complete moron. Whichever one it happened to be, there was a high chance that he was going to end up boring Celeste. Majority of the population did, so why would he?
Well, she would grant his request of a photo. While she didn't exactly care about what others thought about her, nor did she care for this plebeian, she had to at least act like it. She cared enough for her father's image, as without him, she would be in a lot of trouble.
" Of course! And I'd like to compliment your cosplay, but I don't have a reference, sorry about that. Hopefully, if we meet again, I'll know exactly who you are, so I can properly give you the comment you deserve. "
Uugghh, she hated speaking so formally, but it was part of her image. Maybe if she didn't have her entourage with her, but she did need them to carry her bags. She doubted it was possible for any one person to carry the amount of bags, no matter how strong they were.
Celeste smiled for the camera, and clapped her hands together as if she was praying. She just wished that there wouldn't be any flash. . .
Well, she would grant his request of a photo. While she didn't exactly care about what others thought about her, nor did she care for this plebeian, she had to at least act like it. She cared enough for her father's image, as without him, she would be in a lot of trouble.
" Of course! And I'd like to compliment your cosplay, but I don't have a reference, sorry about that. Hopefully, if we meet again, I'll know exactly who you are, so I can properly give you the comment you deserve. "
Uugghh, she hated speaking so formally, but it was part of her image. Maybe if she didn't have her entourage with her, but she did need them to carry her bags. She doubted it was possible for any one person to carry the amount of bags, no matter how strong they were.
Celeste smiled for the camera, and clapped her hands together as if she was praying. She just wished that there wouldn't be any flash. . .
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