[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[Pure Moriko]

"Grr...," Moriko thought, "I'm stuck, but I can't tell the truth." Moriko replied with a sigh, "Fine, fine. On one of my visits I was bored so I had Arachne set up a web to replay the events of what happened at the inn. It's not much, but you were at the inn a couple of hours ago. She set it up and I watched you converse with some of the other patrons. I watched it outside so that no one will notice. Happy? Geez."  

[Angeles Valentine]

"So your spider friend has magic," said Angeles folding her arms.  

[Pure Moriko]

Moriko wasn't out of the fire yet. She replied calmly, "It's technically not magic. It's more of an ability of her's. Magic usually involves chants and incantations, either in the head or out loud and is used to shape the energy of the caster into something. Arachne was born with this ability. Think of it like a dragon or cerberus breathing fire or even a vampire's supernatural speed and strength."  

[Angeles Valentine]

"Mm," Angeles took into consideration the example and accepted it, "well thank you for finally answering truthfully. There is one request. Do not allow her to go into the room of the one named Gren. He has secrets that are best kept as that."  

[Pure Moriko]

"Thank goodness," thought Moriko, she had managed to wiggle out without revealing anything too damaging, even if she had to lie a little about the place she had done it at. Keeping her expression natural, Moriko assured Angeles, "Don't worry, Arachne can only see what has happened at the place she weaves her web. Reading the thoughts and memories of people is much more complex. Therefore, unless Gren has done his "secrets" in his room, then it'll be alright. Either way, I'll try my best to keep Arachne out of trouble and out of both Gren's and MacPere's room."
Moriko left the inn as she said the last sentence.

(OOC: Got to sleep. Good night.)  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles nodded and watched the woman leave. She had been lying again, but Angeles was not going to force it out of her. If she thought her a threat all she needed to do was to bite her and all would be known to her.

For now she turned to Rose lifting the girl up, blanket pillow and all, and she brought the girl upstairs to one of the empty rooms and laid her in a bed. Se put another blanket over her before leaving the room and softly shutting the door behind her.

She walked back downstairs to light a fire in the fireplace and turn off all the lights. The blue light given off by the fire in the now darkened room was both beautiful and eerie, but Angeles merely smiled at it before heading up to bed herself.  

[MacPere]

MacPere entered the inn with a straight face; clearly displaying his unrest. He made no move to remove his coat or scarf and paced the main room's expanse, expression growing to a grimace.  

[Angeles Valentine]

"What's the matter friend?" asked Angeles quietly, as she came down the stairs, as there were a great many still asleep.  

[MacPere]

"Today, I was strolling through Durem. I was stopped by a few men, holding flyers. Give a guess as to what the content upon those flyers were?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

Gren looked up from his newspaper. His love in a bad mood? Rare and disconcerting.  

[Angeles Valentine]

"SIN propaganda?" she was well aware of the situation that the world of Gaia was put in, she was just less affected by it because of what she was.  

[MacPere]

"No."

MacPere stalked to Angeles and crouched beside her, eyes hard with a hints of worry as he spoke in a whisper. "Escaped. Prisoner. Wanted."  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles' eyes hardened. Under any other circumstances those words would have meant nothing, but her gaze turned to Gren and the tendons in her hands became visible as they curled into the semblance of claws.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Gren, noticing the amount of attention now being paid, began feeling uneasy.

"What is it?"  

[MacPere]

Honesty was the best policy...

"Gren. You are being searched for on Gaia."