[i]I had that dream again...[/i]

Blink, blink. 

[i]The boat... that women.[/i]

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 woman 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 health 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 making an enclosed fist before walking out of the room. 

[i]That didn't come off as weird at all...[/i] 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. 
[i]Hmm... I guess I'll bathe. If it's my birthday I may as well. Guest and all.[/i] 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!" 

[i]Ughhh... Why does mother keep Zorn and Thorn around...[/i]
She followed them down the marble halls.

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[i]"Mr Svent, please come in."[/i]
A well groomed figure was walking away from the ticket master's booth in the middle of town. He wore a mask, a set of armor that was lighter than a knight's, yet seemed well prepared enough to take on a monarch. He felt his hair being pushed by the wind and he moved to the shade of a stall belonging to the local fortune teller. So far he saw no one... Yet a vision in mind suggested the fortune teller was near... No, that was just absurd. 

He tapped what looked like a rectangular device with knobs and dials attached to his belt. A somewhat lispy voice spoke. His eyes facing the perfect brickwork of Alexandria... The town looked like a painting to him. So serene and peaceful. "Loud and clear..."

"Right lad, good to see you're out and about... Anything in particular you wished to see in town? You only have an hour before we land... So we need to know if anything seems out of the ordinary... And lastly, we need this last person you speak of... easier to sneak in and all... So... Who is this [i]Foxy[/i] gentlemen?" A giggle was heard in his ear from a female- the armor, the security of the mask made sure no sound escaped. 

"You'll just have to found out, now won't you?" He chuckled with a slight yawn... It was clear he was waking up.
"Would he happen to be... Oh oh oh! I know! I know!" 
"Voice down. My ear can only take so much with you cleaning into the microphone." The male yawned again. 

He looked about to see several people walking by, dressed from head to toe. "Hmm.... Master, I would think You'd know they'd be of Treno." There was a Jackal like figure dressed in a robe, his eyes glowing emerald green for those who could see it. 

"Focus." The Jackal looked back to the masked man. 

"Oooooh. You need to move muuuuch faster." The girl behind the microphone boomed.
"Master, your rate of success would be increased with a working ear... Why not... how to say... destroy the device that hinders your hearing?"
"Anubis. No, that is a product of-"
"Blaah..." The Jackal shook his head before pushing the masked man's shoulder a bit to get him moving. 

"Monica, if you must know... It is an old friend of mine." The masked man spoke. "Now I'm going to have to be quiet... else I'll seem like I am talking to myself... Make sure the others are ready." He chuckled before moving with Anubis to a well garnished establishment. 

The sign read "Inari's den.", there was quite a bit of foliage in front of the building... But to even get to it, one must cut through an alleyway to the higher zone of town leading closer to the moat. Everyone knew where it was, yet due to the owner's race, there is quite a divide in profit, that is until the profits were turned to charity for the disabled and poor.

Upon going through the well paved alleyway, the man saw bouquet's all round. "Master, he might not like the news."
"Two hundred years too early my friend." The masked man shook his head before entering the well furnished building.

"Dinkaloo Dink-a-lee... Just who might you b- Cassius of Lumya himself....?" The gray Moogle spoke, his yellow beady eyes watching intensely. His hand stroking his black goatee. He looked somewhat like an Imp... But he was very welcoming his otherhand gesturing him to come forward. 

"Hello Hazelnut." Cassius spoke. 
"Seven years, and not even a telegram? Hazelnut wants a good excuse." The moogle chuckled. "Eyyy! Hitori! Get in here!" His voice boomed to the owner.

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On The Prima Visa- an airship, Tantalus was waiting for their lunch to be served by their new employee. 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. 

In the communications room, Monica Alo Ray, a human female was messing around with dials, and flask. 
"Kaaaarrrn... Can you do me an itttttyyy bitttyyy favor...? Can you get me some tea...It is for these flask." Monica looked about with her eyes trying to find the demihuman. 

Their Boarish boss entered the room with a smile, stroking his chin. "Evening Lassies. Wylde ready for the stage...? And most importantly... Will Blank actually wear clothes?"

Monica cracked with laughter. "Now that is a good question sir."
"A damn fine one." The boarish man broke into laughter.
"Baku. Can you... Yes Yoooooou!~" Monica pointed. "Pull up your fly."
"Ooooiii! A man of the stage must be well composed!" The boarish man looked to his trousers with embarrassment as exhaled, sucking in his gut as he pulled the zipper up to his pants... How embarrassing. 

"Hehe! Always fun to watch!"
"Saved me pride again lass." Baku whipped the sweat from his brow. 
Now all that was left to do was wait for everyone to come together.