"Sir Ravenlock, the preparations have been made, and all of your belongings have been delivered to your Villa, in the Southern Vineyard.. Which may I add was very kind of the Lady Kairee to present you and yours with. Your family must mean a great deal to her, to be given such a place. Especially given the fact you are, according to our paperwork, only the captain of her colour guard. I mu--"

That was as far as the under-secretary of the interior had gotten, as a hand lifted to cut him off soundly. A brow raised, as one rather annoyed Brian Ravenlock regarded the young man with a rather not so pleasant glare. This of course caused the man to back peddle a tad, as he put a small bit of distance between himself, and the elder Ravenlock. Lowering his hand, Brian watched the young man closely, and after yet another moment, finally spoke..

"What I am, or what I do is not the concern of yours or anyone else's, save the Queen's and myself. And I trust we shall not have anymore talks of this nature in the future, Mister...?"

The young man gulped lightly, and looked as if he had half expected Brian to reach over, and cuff him upside the head. It was clear that he was not used to dealing with someone of... Brian's interesting demeanor. He had heard things as have others, in regards to what Brian actualy did for the Queen, and her court in Appleburg. Some had heard he was her counsel, others her possibly sibling or child... As ridiculous as that sounded. Others advised they heard other outlandish things in turn. The only fact to any of it, was that Brian was a part of her court, and the captain of her colour guard, and handled whatever she deemed necessary. A constant presence in her court, while she was present and away. That however was another story for another time.

"Bergminster, Sir Ravenlock.."

"Ah, yes..Burgermeister.."

This of course, got a raised brow from the young man who opened his mouth to protest Brian's choice of words, as Brian was quicker and raised a hand, effectively silencing the man, yet again.

"Relax, please. I know full well what your name is, and I will remember it.. As you will remember not to speculate as to what it is I do for her highness, and her court. Are we in agreement? We are? Perfect.. Now back to the matter at hand, the Villa is prepared and my articles have been moved, and that is good. Actually, I needed a few other details tended too, if it is not too much trouble, Mister Bergminster?"

Collecting himself, the young man straightened a bit, upon being called by his name. In all honestly, not many people addressed him by his proper name, and for some reason that caused a nice deal of pride within the young man, as he nodded to Brian once more.

"Of course, Sir. After all we are the Department of the Interior, for the right Kingdom of Appleburg, by her Lady the Queen Kairee's grace. We look after our own, in every way possible. So what else may we assist you with?"

Ah, what a few well placed words will do for one's ego, and what not.

"Well, Mister Bergminster. We have some additions that will be joining us during our stay here, namely my daughter Elena, and Lady Kerrithra. My brother Alexander, and his Lady Lain. I would like to have visas drawn up for each of them, if that is at all possible, and--"

Now it was Brian's turn to be abruptly cut off, as Bergminster sounded off in a very enthused nature!

"No, no, no, no, no.. That will not do! No paperwork is needed for the family, of her Highness' Colour Guard Captain. We will have someone meet you all at the Villa, and confirm the number in your group and we will handle the rest! We will see to it, they are taken care of, and Sir? Did you say, Lady Kerrithra? 'The' Lady Kerri? With the ears?"

Brian was somewhat stunned, but by no means would he interrupt the young man, as Bergminster was indeed on a roll. Instead, he nodded to the young man, and clasped his shoulder a bit, chuckling softly as Bergminster made shapes with his hands, as he inquired about Kerri. Strangely the shapes somwhat resembled cats ears, and then a tail.

"Actually, yes that Kerri.. And I am sure she would love a guided tour of the city."

"Sir! I would like to volunteer myself for that particular detail!"

Ah, when young men have Kerri on the brain... They commit to the most suicidal of missions.. With no real idea, of what they are getting into, sometimes we like to call them idiots.. Brian is one such person, in that regards, save it was not with Kerri on the brain, instead it was his beloved Jenai.. So he can appreciate the young man's fervor, and readily complies.

"Of course, consider it yours. I shall inform, Kerrithra, myself."

The rest of the meeting went as well as could be expected, and all the arrangements were settled. All Brian had to do now, was head back to Rhy'din and make sure all was ready with Jenai, and everyone else. Then it would be time to head back to Appleburg, and make ready for the much anticipated Aleyah and Nathressa Ravenlock..

"Hey, Hey, you, you! You wanna be mah boyfriend! No way, No way, You know you'll never be good enough! Hey Hey, You You! You wanna be mah boyfriend! No way, No way you can't handle mah Mithra Stuffz!"

That ever so familiar voice could be heard down the hall, as Kerri aka the Queen of Mithra Mayhem, and other madness was presently engaged in packing for one helluva field trip, to Appleburg.. Heavens help the citizens, as it was no doubt they have had yet to deal with anything that even remotely resembled Kerri, or the chaos that ensued in the wake of her tail.

"Let me see that Thooooooooooooooooong! Ungh! C'mon! That, thongthathongthathong!"

If one by chance had taken a peek into the room of the self proclaimed 'Mistress of Kit-tay', one might have seen the Mithra herself dancing quite shamelessly, as several articles of clothing ranging from the utterly mundane to the mind boggling racey, were tossed into the air, and packed with a feverish pace, as the music blasted throughout her room. Head a bobbin, rump a shakin, as Kerri was easily in her own little world, ignorant of just about anything else.

"Baw-wit-aw-da-bang-da-bang, diggy diggy diggy said da boogee, said up jump da boogee!"

Que a most dramatic pause, as Kerri looked like one James Brown, as she slumped a bit and looked to be waiting for someone to drap a cape about her shoulders, and assist her off stage... But she wasn't James.. This was not a stage, and her submissives were no where near to help..

So all of that aside.. A clenched fist took to the air, as her head bobbed, and she leaped into the air, crashing to her feet with a vicious determinaton, as clothes showered about her form!

"Mah name is Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr......... KERRI!

Baw-wit-aw-da-bang-da-bang, diggy diggy diggy gimme da noogee, I said gimme da noogee! COME ON!

Baw-wit-aw-da-bang-da-bang, diggy diggy diggy gimme da noogee, I said gimme a noogee! Who dat!?

Baw-wit-aw-da-bang-da-bang, diggy diggy diggy gimme da noogee, I said gimme a noogee Nya HA!"

And off to the races she went, as Kerri dropped it low, scrubbed the ground, took to a table top! Her eyes closed, as the cheesiest of fangy tooth like grins slapped on that Mithra face, while she brokle what her momma gave her, at least five or six times. A quick pose in the mirror, as a gloved hand smacked her rear end, with quite the recoil!

"So fellas if your butt is tight, and testy, and you wanna toss a Taru around, dial 1-900-Mah-Kit-tay! an kick them nasty thoughts! Woooo! I ain't talkin about Playboy, cause mah kitty ain't no toy!"

Leaping to the bed, Kerri squeeled in glee, as the music changed yet again, and she went right along for the ride, body and soul.

"Move witch, get out the way! Get out da way, witch! Get out the way! Elly! Woot! Oh no, the fights out, ah'm about to putcher liiiieeeeeetes out! Is there a bumper on your ass, no brother! Move witch! Get out da way. Witch, get out the way. Witch, get out the way!

Ah'm doin hundred down the highwayz! So if your doin the speed limit, get the hell out mah klitty's way! Nyow! Is something wrong, mah butt can't stay still! So bye bye you grouper fish, and gold diggers! Is there a bumber on your ass, hell naw! Ugh! C'mon! WOOT!

Back and forth she went, clothes all over the place, and yet somehow she did manage to pack up what she had wanted for the trip. So with her butt a shakin, and her tail a swishin, Kerri proceeded to do the 'McHammer', the 'Moon walk', and 'The Miami slide', and she then felt the sudden need to scream at the top of her lungs...

"I'z Peanut Butta, Kerri time! Peanut Butta Kerri tyme! Peanut Butta tyme! Peanut butta Kerri, Peanut Butta Kerri, Peanut Butta Kerri with a Cor on top! WOOOOT! Reow!

I said where-ee-at, where-ee-at, where-ee-at, there-ee-go, there-ee-go-, there-ee-go! Peanut butta Kerri tyme! Peanut butta Kerri time! Peanut butta Kerri, Peanut butta Kerri , Peanut butta Kerri with a Cor on top! Yeah baby, smack my ass! WOOOOOT!

Her hand smacking an invisible butt in the area, as Kerri once again surrendered her soul to the beat, so much so she never saw Jes and Henrietta in the doorway, with their mouths agape, and eyes wide all simpson like.. Not a word between the pair, as Kerri turned and finally saw them....

........................

Ever see a Mithra caught in the act of making a total ass of themselves.. It's rare.. Especially in an environ such as the compound, and what not.. But it happens, and it did.. Just now..

What followed was one of the most girlish squeels that anyone would ever have heard from Kerri, and for the rest of her days she would be sure to deny it ever happened.. As she screamed out in pure embarassment, Kerri lost her footing and crashed into a near shelf, which caused her to yell out yet again, as the shelf crashed down in turn..

At ground zero, one would see a toppled shelf set, clothes scattered, and what could have possibly been a tail twitching.. That kinda looked like a flag pole, all crooked..

Still, not a peep was heard from Jes or Henrietta as they stood there..

"Jes...?"

"Y..Yes, Henrietta?"

"What in the nine hells, did we just witness?"

"I wish.. I wish I could properly explain it, Henrietta.. But surprisingly, I cannot find the words, no matter how hard I try."

"Oh.. Alr--"

"Henrietta?"

"Yes, Jeskola?"

"I am deeply afraid at this moment, and I do not think I will ever be the same again."

"While I have not yet decided, if I am scared, I also concur with you.. I don't think I'll ever be the same again, either.. And what in Vana'diel is a 'Peanut Butta Kerri with a Cor on top?', if I may ask?"

"I know Peanut Butter, is a food humans like to consume, and Brian will sometimes jam some of it on the inside roof of the Moor Cat's mouth to watch him go crazy trying to get it off. I have also heard something called a 'PBJ', which is Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich, but I have never heard of it with something called a 'Cor' on top. And also.. What exactly is a 'Cor' anyhow? And do you think you may find any in Appleburg?"

"I have no idea, and I do not know if I would want to find a 'Cor', be it on top of something or otherwise.. In any event, it looks like she is coming around.."

Henrietta nodded towards the pile o' rubble that was previously Kerri dancing about shamelessly, as bit of the rubble began to shift, as Kerri slowly came back to the here and now. Her tail twitched a bit, teetering to the left, and then the right, as a low incoherent mumble could barely be made out. After a moment, a pair of ears were finally seen, and attached to said ears was one Mithran head.

After a series of several blinks, emerald orbs finally managed to remain open, and panned the room a bit back and forth, as another low murmur escaped her lips. Bit by bit, Kerri managed to slowly escape the confines of her danced crazed creation, and come to a full upright position. With no regard to how ragged she looked at present, given her hair looked like a static storm went wild upside it, her tail so frizzed someone would be able to scrub pans with it, her shorts that had ridden straight up her rear, giving the impression that the Queen of Mithran Mayhem was wearing bottemless shorts.

Yes, with no regard to any of that, Kerri reached on back, dug out said shorts, or 'the cheese' as she heard some kids call it. Straightend her clothing, smoothed her tail, and tried to present herself as proper as she could attempt to do so. Well as proper as Kerri could actually be, and mind you that in itself was a challenge. Finally she cleared her throat, and addressed her visitors.

"Er, herm... Yes, well I see I have visitors at this fine hour.. I do apologize for the mess, and hope you will forgive me for not cleanin--"

A small furried paw lifted, as Jes simply cut kerri off, and shook his head at his dear friend.

"Let's just cut to the chase and get back to the packing, Kerri. Brian will be here soon, and I believe Jenai is nearly ready. And don't forget your gear, gods know what you may find yourself into, after your arrival, and when I mean gear, I don't mean all of that lacey terran undergarments you are so damned fond of streaking around here in.

Loosing all composure and tact she managed to fake having, Kerri stuck her tongue out at Jes, and grabbed a nearby bra and promptly hurled it at the Taru he walked away from the room. Letting the garment strike him, Jes shook his head again, and waves absently back to her.