RP log ~ Secret Santa
In which Cecile is approached by the individual who drew her name as their Secret Santa, and she receives a thoughtful and unique gift. :3
Cecile: *sitting by the fire in the inn, drying her leggings by the fire after trodding through the snow during her morning patrol*
Milich: *Enters the inn. Despite the cold weather, he still wears the same clothing. He appears as though he is totally unaffected by the weather.*
Cecile: *wrings the remainder of the melted snow out of her socks and turns around* Oh!!! Hello!!! *clumsily bows in greeting*
Milich: *Is surprised to find Cecile here, but glad as it makes his job easier* Ah~! If it isn't the little mademoiselle. How are you today?
Cecile: Very wet and cold. ~__~ Ach--*flails*--but I still managed to patrol the castle grounds perfectly!!!! ......Are you here to speak with me about the zombies? o___o
Sonic Nightmare: (*dies* Cecile is so cool)
LAC768: (I dunno if "cool" is the right word, but she amuses me so much. X3)
Milich: It is good to see that you are keeping the good work, but I am here to talk to you about something more special than fictional zombies.
Sonic Nightmare: (I'd be afraid to see Ronnie Bell that hyper.)
LAC768: (It'd be dangerous. XDD)
Cecile: *frowns at "fictional", then pauses, the color draining from her face* ...It's not about Sir Colton, is it? O-or LUCA?!!?! O__O
Milich: *is humored by her panicking* Non mademoiselle. I've come here today *obviously lying because he had come there for other reasons, not expecting to see her.* to give you a gift.
Cecile: M-me? *turns faint pink with embarrassment, realizing how comical she appears with her soggy kneesocks by the fire*
Milich: Yes~ it is true. I've come to you to give you a song mademoiselle. "Ode to Cecile"
Sonic Nightmare: (*dies*)
Cecile: *blinks* Who is "Ode"?
Milich: *slightly flustered to see his eloquence in words questioned, he caresses his mustache trying to figure out a way to say it differently* ... okay... I'll call it "Tribute to Cecile" is that better mademoiselle?
Cecile: *looks around the room, then stares back again* It's not orange, is it? I do like orange, but if it is not orange, I shall be just as happy, I suppose.
Milich: *pulls out his note book and his glasses to begin the reading.* With that said, I'll begin
Cecile: Begin what? What? ......*scratches the back of her head*
Milich: *his spins his notebook on one of his fingers again contemplating* I'm going to read you a song my dear Cecile. A song about you.
Cecile: That is a strange thing to write a song about. *tilts her head; deciding not to question Milich further, she sits down on a nearby stool*
Milich: Well if you want me to sing it, I can't go against the wishes of the one who deserves it. Moi is a very good singer if I do say so myself. *smiles over his self appreciation*
Cecile: :O I am sure you are far better than I am, and if it is a gift, I have no right to question however you decide to present it.
Milich: To sing it is then. *clears his throat and tests out his voice. He is ready*
Devoid all stereotypes
That flow this land
An orange loving girl
Still lends a hand
Devoid all hatred
That lurks about
You are always happy
Day in and day out
...
O Cecile O Cecile,
Your selflessness is true
O Cecile O Cecile,
May great times come to you
With a season so bright,
But weather stressing
May this Christmas gift,
Show you’re our blessing
LAC768: (Oh~ :3 That's adorable!)
Sonic Nightmare: (I did it right after I finished Pahn's narrative. The first thing that came to mind. Glad it turned out well.)
Cecile: ...... That was wonderfully lovely!!!!
Milich: *takes off his glasses. they were only for effect. No perscription was on them* Ah why thank you mademoiselle~! I am glad to see you appreciate my works.
Cecile: Of course!! Why, even if it were not half as pretty, I would still like it because you took the time to write it!!! :O No one has ever made a song about me before.
Milich: Alas, do not worry. You are still so young, I'm sure there will be others.
Cecile: ?? *tilts her head* I was not worried, but I find it awfully strange that anyone would want to make a song about me.
Milich: *is confused himself* Why would you say that? You are the wonderful object for a poem.
Milich: Or song or anything.
Cecile: *flushes with embarrassment again* Well, you are the first to say that, and I am very flattered. *bows hastily, her hair covering her face*
Milich: *bows in his most eloquent manner* You are very welcome. Have a happy holidays.
Cecile: And you as well!!!!!!!!! *flails goodbye as he departs*
Cecile: *sitting by the fire in the inn, drying her leggings by the fire after trodding through the snow during her morning patrol*
Milich: *Enters the inn. Despite the cold weather, he still wears the same clothing. He appears as though he is totally unaffected by the weather.*
Cecile: *wrings the remainder of the melted snow out of her socks and turns around* Oh!!! Hello!!! *clumsily bows in greeting*
Milich: *Is surprised to find Cecile here, but glad as it makes his job easier* Ah~! If it isn't the little mademoiselle. How are you today?
Cecile: Very wet and cold. ~__~ Ach--*flails*--but I still managed to patrol the castle grounds perfectly!!!! ......Are you here to speak with me about the zombies? o___o
Sonic Nightmare: (*dies* Cecile is so cool)
LAC768: (I dunno if "cool" is the right word, but she amuses me so much. X3)
Milich: It is good to see that you are keeping the good work, but I am here to talk to you about something more special than fictional zombies.
Sonic Nightmare: (I'd be afraid to see Ronnie Bell that hyper.)
LAC768: (It'd be dangerous. XDD)
Cecile: *frowns at "fictional", then pauses, the color draining from her face* ...It's not about Sir Colton, is it? O-or LUCA?!!?! O__O
Milich: *is humored by her panicking* Non mademoiselle. I've come here today *obviously lying because he had come there for other reasons, not expecting to see her.* to give you a gift.
Cecile: M-me? *turns faint pink with embarrassment, realizing how comical she appears with her soggy kneesocks by the fire*
Milich: Yes~ it is true. I've come to you to give you a song mademoiselle. "Ode to Cecile"
Sonic Nightmare: (*dies*)
Cecile: *blinks* Who is "Ode"?
Milich: *slightly flustered to see his eloquence in words questioned, he caresses his mustache trying to figure out a way to say it differently* ... okay... I'll call it "Tribute to Cecile" is that better mademoiselle?
Cecile: *looks around the room, then stares back again* It's not orange, is it? I do like orange, but if it is not orange, I shall be just as happy, I suppose.
Milich: *pulls out his note book and his glasses to begin the reading.* With that said, I'll begin
Cecile: Begin what? What? ......*scratches the back of her head*
Milich: *his spins his notebook on one of his fingers again contemplating* I'm going to read you a song my dear Cecile. A song about you.
Cecile: That is a strange thing to write a song about. *tilts her head; deciding not to question Milich further, she sits down on a nearby stool*
Milich: Well if you want me to sing it, I can't go against the wishes of the one who deserves it. Moi is a very good singer if I do say so myself. *smiles over his self appreciation*
Cecile: :O I am sure you are far better than I am, and if it is a gift, I have no right to question however you decide to present it.
Milich: To sing it is then. *clears his throat and tests out his voice. He is ready*
Devoid all stereotypes
That flow this land
An orange loving girl
Still lends a hand
Devoid all hatred
That lurks about
You are always happy
Day in and day out
...
O Cecile O Cecile,
Your selflessness is true
O Cecile O Cecile,
May great times come to you
With a season so bright,
But weather stressing
May this Christmas gift,
Show you’re our blessing
LAC768: (Oh~ :3 That's adorable!)
Sonic Nightmare: (I did it right after I finished Pahn's narrative. The first thing that came to mind. Glad it turned out well.)
Cecile: ...... That was wonderfully lovely!!!!
Milich: *takes off his glasses. they were only for effect. No perscription was on them* Ah why thank you mademoiselle~! I am glad to see you appreciate my works.
Cecile: Of course!! Why, even if it were not half as pretty, I would still like it because you took the time to write it!!! :O No one has ever made a song about me before.
Milich: Alas, do not worry. You are still so young, I'm sure there will be others.
Cecile: ?? *tilts her head* I was not worried, but I find it awfully strange that anyone would want to make a song about me.
Milich: *is confused himself* Why would you say that? You are the wonderful object for a poem.
Milich: Or song or anything.
Cecile: *flushes with embarrassment again* Well, you are the first to say that, and I am very flattered. *bows hastily, her hair covering her face*
Milich: *bows in his most eloquent manner* You are very welcome. Have a happy holidays.
Cecile: And you as well!!!!!!!!! *flails goodbye as he departs*