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

[Gren_Eckener]

Gren thought on this for a moment. "Well, the statute of limitations is coming up, so they've probably doubled my price..." He knew he probably sounded pretty nonchalant about something that should have him shaking in his boots, but he'd dealt with this for a few years now, and was close to not caring.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles turned and walked back upstairs. She got fully dressed and fully armed, her hat being the last item to be put on. 'Dressing for business,' as Gren had put it. She had told him that she would protect him, and she would honor that word. She slipped the summoning tome from the nightstand of her bed and walked back downstairs and outside.

"December, you're going to have to go back into the book," she said. December huffed to show his annoyance and stood from where he lay on the ground. Angeles murmured a few words and the wolf vanished and reappeared on the open page. She then snapped the book shut and tucked it in the inside pocket of her coat.  

[MacPere]

MacPere couldn't help but look to one side and pout a little, his stern facade falling. He would be damned if Gren was forced back to that prison cell but... He had at least hoped that the man would show a little unrest at the fact of what he would be leaving behind if he fled... Wishful thinking, hm?

"... Right, you would take this casually..."  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles walked back into the inn and shut the door and looked over at MacPere, "how did you react when they handed you the flier?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"I try. Really, I'm pretty upset, cause I have something to lose this time, if I have to run. And there are others they could use to get at me..." He set down his paper and stared at the ceiling, a grim frown on his face. "But I can't have you fretting, and if I worry, I'll upset you more. So I'm going to lay low and stay in here, away from windows."

He glanced at Angeles. "Can I see the flyer?"  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles looked at the windows then went to sit down at her table to think. She was in a spot at the moment. Having been a hunter for hundred of years she knew a pretty good way of how 'prey' reacted. Now she had to think like the prey and the hunter in order to figure out how to best avoid the worst case scenario.

"I don't have the flier," Angeles murmured keeping her eyes closed as she rested a hand on her brow. a very thoughtful pose.  

[MacPere]

"I blinked and swallowed, nothing visible from behind my sunglasses and scarf. The man's eyes were too hard to provoke a reaction... like a stagnant animal."

MacPere resumed his pacing and placed both hands behind his back, head low and thinking. "Is your ship visible from the surrounds?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"No, I make sure of things like that. After all, with all of the goofy people here, they'd love taking it on a joyride."

Gren considered. "What'd the rest of him look like?"  

[MacPere]

"His cap shaded most of his face, so I didn't get much of his face other than the sharpness in his features and those eyes. He was most certainly tall, however, inches taller than yourself... And you are tall."

MacPere shook his head, bringing his pacing to a halt and raising a hand to his temples. "He wore military-styled clothing. Whether genuine or nay, I could not tell. Khaki... All over. He had companions in the same dress, as well. Is this significant?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Oh, it's just them, then...I wondered if it was Vicious, for some reason. I always associate him with this problem. Those are just guys from the military prison." Gren stood and stretched. His day was getting too interesting. "I'm up for a cuppa..."

Looking to Angeles, he mentioned "If you've got my memories in there, you'll know what their weaknesses are. Not sleeping is sometimes handy."  

[MacPere]

MacPere sighed and walked to Gren, pressing a kiss to his forehead and sitting him back down. "Stay... I'll make your cup. Which flavour would you prefer?"

He placed down one of the flyers and walked to the kitchen, trying to keep a light heart. They wouldn't find Gren, it would all be okay...  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles looked up at Gren as he spoke and a cruel smile curled her lips, "I had chosen to become a vampire hunter, because I thought hunting anything else wold be too easy. It would be a massacre, not to mention I hunted criminal humans anyway in order to feed. This... will prove to be uninteresting and not very fun," her smile never ceased as she closed her eyes, "so my plan is to do what I do best, and I will hunt the hunters. MacPere, you make sure that Gren stays inside and out of sight. Occupy his time somehow," she gave a knowing smile to MacPere before taking out the deathwhisper.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Oolong, please. And please stop fretting. Angeles is on it...they don't stand a chance." He patted MacPere's hand gently as he left to make tea.

"I'm sorry that it'll be boring, but rest assured, I'm very grateful for this..." He picked up the flyer and studied it for a moment before sneering. They'd used his mug shot, and he hoped he looked a lot better by now. "Ugh. Lousy picture...I take it you want me to stay in my room with the blinds drawn?"  

[MacPere]

"Don't worry, I'm sure we can find an assortment of fun in there..." MacPere smiled to himself, stirring the brew. "99% of which involve you without anything on~"  

[Angeles Valentine]

"It would be preferred my friend, besides, it sounds like you won't be bored at all," said Angeles standing. The deathwhisper changed into it's bow form and she put it on her back before striding out the door, "I'll return shortly," she said, "if not I will return in the night."

Once outside Angeles drew out her book and murmured the words. Around her appeared a swarm of bats that had been fondly named after the reindeer belonging to Saint Nicholas. They had pretty much the same ability, "to Durem," she said and the bats swarmed around her squeaking until she was gone from sight, then they flew away towards Durem.