Sudden Change and Practice [open]

[Seloumierre Vamschier]

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"The QUEEN of Hearts
Who made some tarts
Washed them off away!~
Off their heads I say!"

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A dress that was glamorous in appearance and very wonderful in design.Looks like Bommar and Licorice eventually left her the clads and the such to make herself look impressive. Little did anyone know is that she's starting to be much feminine, but never will she lose that boyish type of personality, specially in the heart and in the mind. It was a pleasant morning, and sadly, Licorice was out in Tokyo to cope with Marez, a family friend, and Bommar had more compositions to do, specially making Asha's violin notes for her. She finds herself bored in the inside, since the King was very busy. She remembers what her personal guard taught her, about the paper and the work. She passed the halls in the diligent dress while carrying the stock of paper, which she commonly gives to others. The nobles were staring at her oddly and very shocked, like they want to say 'is that...the tyrant?', though she did not looked at them, with her face causing little blushes. She even plans not to let the King know what she's been doing, since she feels like a burden to him.

Again with the stock of paper, she was running on boots and such as she thumped and rushed by a near work table just located there out in one of her places far from the castle, the place where her uncle said that she might find peace to, that quiet mysterious garden filled with ivory flowers, part of the lax nobility and the family where she came from. It was perfect for relaxation for the noble house she had there was vivid and brilliant, matched with a lap of a moderate battlefield fortress, as she sighs with a smile and then glares outside to look. She was silent in the open as she vividly relaxes herself in the ivory colored chair that saddles with an ivory colored table, tinted in red streaks. She thought of good times and such, as Licorice's words were echoing in her mind, telling her how miserable she looks like when she acts lazy. She hates to admit it, but it was true. She was glad he forced her to change for awhile, just a little more, and then she'll be fine.

"..Uncle, I wished you saw me like this...", she said in a sad manner but despite that ,she smiled. The hard ties, the laziness, the poise off, but now it was starting to be modified, for her persona. True that her attitudes changed a bit and is still improving, but her used ones will never be removed. Sighing at the open sky with the mantella and the papers placed in the tables, she holds her pen out in the lone place while she begins signing and reading. No one could see her anyway, and definitely she was still nervous if someone does. Might result to a sudden kick, a sudden slap, or letting out her attitude they call as Yandere. This was her free time and her work time, thus she learns that she could do certain things herself. [/blockquote][/ul]

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x x x TAGS :; OPENN!~
x x x WORDS :; I do not count xP
x x x MUSIC :; Sixty Nine by Len and Rin Kagamine
x x x NOTES :; He he, since Nello's about to turn 18, I am making posts and assurances (specially when I turn 15, yush!<3)

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Inspirations on Break Xerxes,the Madhatter.
"What would life be,if there is NO CANDY?<3"

[Leon Galeheart]

He could say that this luxurious example of a lifestyle suited him, but he could also argue that it didn't in any way shape or form. Of course he would love in certain situations to be considered to be nobillity material, and as most people did he would also love to be considered to be that down to earth type of guy. Well, those two singular qualities werent all that he would want, he had desires in the form of self bettering, he had wants that were to help others and to make friends with others. He had wants that bordered on the darker sides of the morales we consider to be truth. From the plane of greed to the dark and mysterious, yet endlessly tempting plane of carnal desires. But of course as close as a magi was to another race, he was still human after all wasnt he?

Red flame colored hair bounced up and down giving the appearance of a small fire, it grabbed the attention of everyone around as if it actually was one. If one were to bring their gaze a bit southward they would land upon his warm inviting eyes, shades of chocolate that were every bit as sweet looking. A handsome face and a hue of ivory that a sculptor would be very jealous of. Blessed as he was with what he thought was good looks, he remained level headed, haughty people were a bit of a turn off to most censuses. And besides his natural beauty he beleived he had a good fashion sense. At least nobody had verbally judged him to his face otherwise, and it wasnt like the gazes that he effortlesssly captured were for anything bad or for malicious intent. He was simply a head turner and everything that came with it, simple as that.

Brown shoes slowly, fluidly, and surely made their way to his intended destination. A set of legs clad in white made their way to what he beleived would be an interesting meeting indeed, it did help though that his intended company was not quite expecting him. But hey, maybe it was time indeed to mix things up in high society. All these stuffed shirts, poofy blouse, frills that hung like vines, and powdered wigs that so decorated the occasional bald man needed a good livening up. And that was indeed what he was here for, the purpose of excitement cheer and maybe if he was lucky excitement of a seconds and less than innocent type. He wore a pleasant smile that was short of a grin yet more cheery than a mischevious smirk and his had that special smiling glint within them. An occasional wave was dispatched to every man and woman that wondered what in the hell he was doing here. An occasional man or two had questions unanswered about why he was here, mostly because he wasnt here to talk to some old fogey, but also because he wanted to talk to her. One of his good friends.

And now an intricately carved door became the impeding force of his destination. He would not let it go unscathed, he raised his foot and kicked the door open movie style as he waltzed in. He spied Colonello and piped up in a smooth voice. Yo! He took a double take at the door seeing it still swinging. I knocked too hard He said with an innocent smile.

[Seloumierre Vamschier]

"The QUEEN of Hearts
Who made some tarts
Washed them off away!~
Off their heads I say!"

The place was being filled with silence. She was now eighteen, a girl full with the common mystery, and that all faded about when she was seen on a dress. Yes, that dress, which she hated most in her life as she would now like it. But her tense and personality as a brunette will never ever change, specifically the reality of being one who changed off to sudden. Like the ugly duckling who became a swan. Take note she did all of Licorice's dilly dally in every way, even if she was forced to a cliff hanger or something that she would not expect after all. She would not get any contradictions further. The elegant lady in red was now one that hopes for others to know of her change, and it's not out of serious business, but because she wanted to recognize the other people and all specially when she was notified as the Queen of the Seelie court. Such praises and that position. She wanted to prove everything she could in that simple yet magnificent way.

She was about to sit on that porcelain chair when she would hear the door open. Wait, the door open? It means that someone really saw her. And her face wasn't blank at all, but rather surprised. Who would go up in her quiet place when this time she would know that the citizens were busy with certain stuff? As she would examine closely towards this person, her eyes widened when she sees that it was her dance partner at the Solstice Banquet. Not to mention, one of her friends that she supposedly had encountered. Red hair and that look, yes, he is a magus. She would observe him from the toes up to the hair as she would sigh a bit, but never gave the bitter look. She was like that since she will be used to other people's reactions. She cannot be blamed for that. She casts a small smile at the person as she would give a brow raised after.

"You sure ain't knocking at all, eh?", she would joke, giving a slight chuckle with the cause. At least he was there to see her, and she admits that she was quite not used with the tense of people commenting on her sudden change, but oh well, mind their own business that is. Now that Leon was here, she would feel comfortable and stable, at the second time around. The papers did not flung away like that but she was still holding on them while she would commerse a simple question to the magus."Nice to see you here, what are you up to, Leon?"

[/i][/color] *Leon*
MUSIC: *NONE*
MUSE: *Medium-ish*
WEARING: *same*
OTHER: *<3*
MOOD: *Plainly happy*[/ul]

☔The Queen Song Kicker!♔❣

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"Seem to play around..." - - Roll the CREDITS!~

[/color] Quackit.com. The images belongs to Gan-Gan Setai(Nello). Hosted by Tinypic.com. For the character Seloumierre Colonnello Di Zi Vamschier. Other characters includes Licorice and Redelentte Blackheart. Cookie Monster Player gotten from Fuukasite. Face claim of thy character in use for this moment is Tamaki Kousaka of ToHeart2.[/size][/font][/ul][/blockquote][/right]

[Leon Galeheart]

Nostlagia? Really now, of all things to feel he felt nostalgia. Images liek a river flooded his head of the time he spent with this woman. The spontaneous pairing of them during that magnificent and popular dance that they went to. The solstice banquet was it? Yes he was half sure that was the name, it was a fun fling for him. It was also the only other time that he had seen collonelllo in a dress, She did in a sense look better than she did in her, rather tomboyish clothes. But that didnt quite match her personallity, the boots were at least still clad upon her. That truly was the one artciale of clothing on her that inwardly suited her. But hey, maybe her tastes had changed over the years, with age anything can happen. And besides, to him the beauty of being comfortable with ones self made outward beauty insignificant. Of course these were his views, tastes, and thoughts.

He looked around the terrarium, a myriad of plant life in all its shapes, forms, sizes, and etc's. It was vivid and screamed an overflowing of life that was free to express itself by growing as it pleased. At least until it was artfully trimmed into beautiful sculptures. Then of course the cycle rinsed and repeated. (wip)