At Your Service, My Liege...

Our rains have now become frozen t e a r s,
and my {ears} toll with the laughter of children at last…
Burmecia is at its end of restoration.

Final Fantasy IX RP account for Freya Crescent.
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"You might not see it, but I do, delicacy and beauty in spades." He chuckled, leaning forward and kissing her muzzle gently. "You are perhaps the most wonderful, gentle, and amazing woman I have ever met Freya. Yes delicate is a word that I use for you, as it describes your beauty, not your strength." That was true enough, she had a very delicate beauty, honed by years of care.


The fact that you wrote of me at all is something I cherish in my heart, as for seeing the fields, we can do that if you can get the time off, but the journey is not light, can Burmecia really do without you for six months or more?”

       She stokes his cheek, stubble a pleasing compliment to his rich porcelain, a complexion lovelorn human girls only dream to touch. She, fortunately and unfortunately, became one after one gaze at the Yule Ball. His stature, so elegant; his manners, impeccable; his heart… tried, but stalwart in honor,

             and love.

 ”Then I will accept it, if you believe it to be so.” She gently places her head to his chest, her tears hidden from sight. “My sorrows fill the pages, as does my happiness.” Once she had been so embarrassed of her emotion poured into those pages, but his approval departs the shadow gone. Her ears rise, thoughtful. 

               Can Burmecia truly be without her?

                       Can she ever see Baron?

                          I don’t know…


His audience didn’t receive his performance as well as he wanted, only as well as he thought. Kuja had done enough dancing around the subject. Anymore would be both counterproductive and terrible timing in accordance to his mentally planned out script.

        "I seek the place where you have laid-…The…”
Cheerful laughter is the last thing he expected from Freya.
It was…  Mildly startling and caused Kuja some dismay.
        "…Dead…What are you laughing at. . ?”


           She fails to quieten the fits, shoulders shaken harder as diadems of rainfall cascade from her helm, wings tittered along. Why does mirth come to her when grave memories stand before as an impish thespian? The inquiry only renews the laughter. 

          Who but the brother of Zidane Tribal?

At last, voice is found neath the cackles, every bit of former seriousness regained, but the smile destroys what rage lay therein, if momentarily.

         ”You are truly the kin of Zidane. Your mannerisms remind me greatly of him.” 

 His request lay studied in her mind, his purpose somewhat understandable. Suspicion never subsides, despite what regret stay abreast to his searing conscience.

             She does turn, with it her finger gestures for his follow. “This way; But may I suggest a cloak? I’d rather not pacify a mob.”

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       To stoop in readiness leaves an unease at the pit of her stomach, instinct distrusting. Conflict emerges, the desire to stop a quarrel large, yet her caution remains a single finger to the bone spear. “I will release mine if you do yours.”

What gems which shine neath rim so crimson, emeralds etched with tales unknown, as this youth’s so large. “Burmecia, Great continent of Gaia.”


"……Fair Enough. Very well, I shall lower my weapon." The blonde relaxed his arms, withdrawing them from his gauntlets. Eyes still darted at the creature before him. "This is a rather strange occurrence at Honnouji Academy. I have not heard of such continent." Or seen such a rat-like creature before. "If you have no business here, why do you stay?"

Thank you.”  Her claw releases from the pole arm, hand graceful as it returns to her side unwound defensively.      

        No surprise, "You’ll not know of it, I assure you, sir." By the walls and oddly clad lad before her, Burmecia would be folklore. She marvels at his size, too large for a human. He could rival a Sand Golem in Cleyra,

                The dragons bless the ruins.  

        Tall she stands, tail flippant to the sudden interrogation. "As I implored, I am unfamiliar of the place. In fact, I had no knowledge I reside in any academy." She takes another look of the city with sudden interest, and great confusion. It’s a mess of roads and houses! "Pardon, an academy?


Her ears flatten, expression blank for such a randomized ECHO call. Adorned by what looks to be small metal plates to his temples and chin, a man of discolored eyes and distasteful sneer.

"Is it not rude to refer to one as ‘what’? Pray, how do you hold claim to mine ECHO device ?"

The Hyperion leader raised a brow, head cocking to the side as he watched the screen with curiosity. “Nu-uh. You gotta answer my question first.” 

          Her muzzle wrinkles in contempt, irritation evident in her eyes. “I am a Burmecian. I am no resident of this planet and I’ve no evident clue as to how I’ve come upon this godforsaken desert!”


"Attached? Used t’think that was my head, feelin’ his claws digging in all the time. Usually take him out t’the Tundra Express to give ‘im some easy targets to work with, but that’s where I lost ‘im. Idiota's never done somethin’ like this before, and with the Buzzards in the area t’spook ‘im… or worse… you can see where I’m concerned.” He watched as she scrutinized the picture, probably to commit the image to her mind, he believed.
The question hung on the tip of his tongue what she (?) was, where she came from, but he killed it with a bite. Such questions could be discussed later. What was important now was that the creature was willing to help him.

              The Tundra Express had been visited amongst her many expeditions, too cold for her liking, and also began her new -if crazed- relationship with the young bombardier, Tina. There is little she knows of this type of bird, if one could call it that. The man’s concern, despite the lack of knowledge, warms a smile to lift upon her muzzle, a familiar sparkle in her eye. 

         ”I am familiar to the terrain. The skies are my particular field of practice. A few ‘Buzzards’ will be little concern.” Note is taken of his careful study as well to her own person, her tail flippant by the obvious question which he admirably denies voice. She simply bows her head in greeting. “Freya Coral. I am a Burmecian.”


"I should be a korean leader and force everyone to make soup."

"… How does that make any sense?"

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How about some love for a good police officer?

Officer Gaetano Acerra

Responded to a call where a 13 year old boy didnt want to live in his home anymore. He found out that the family couldnt afford a bed or much else for the teen.

So he bought him one. A big queen sized one.

He also bought him a Tv and someone donated a Wii, so now they play whenever Officer Gaetano Acerra has a chance

He also plans to get him a dresser, mirror, and a hamper. Among other things he needs but cannot afford.

People. They’re not ALWAYS a bunch of bastards.

The corruption needs to go.
This guy can stay.

Thank goodness for good cops. We need more cops who want to help people instead of beat them.

People will stare. Make it worth their while → Julien Macdonald prêt-à-porter | S/S ‘13

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