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

[The Artist Rose]

Rose was confused, wasn't this Mistress Angeles's home? But she could tell Zulma was telling the truth, mostly because it would be a silly lie, so she must get used to that truth. She wasn't sure if she should call Zulma "Mistress Zulma" or not. She was so confused lately. And what was Gren doing?

Then new people came in. They looked like they had been in the woods longer than she had. She wanted to talk to them, but she was tired of looking silly. She hugged the pillow she had been holding and stood against the wall instead.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Thank you..." He took up the cup and sipped the port, grinning at the sweetness. He looked about and saw a man looking sorrowfully about, Ultima milling about, and Rose leaning against the wall, looking put off. Perhaps she needed more explanations? And who was that fellow over there?

(Awww. Don't worry.)  

[Zulma san]

MacPere's move made Zulma blushed and she gave him a smirk and dark eyes as if she were grounded him. "A clue...?" she mused, raising an eyebrow.

The massage brought a sigh to her lips. "Gren, you are a god. This is delightful."

Zulma noticed Rose a little to the side. "Rose, do you want something to drink?" she asked softly.

 

[Valentine Valtieri]

Ultima, still not use to his new name, decided to sing to himself. It'd been a song he'd learned long ago. He loved rock music, but of course, this was one of his favorites. It combined rock and hip hop.

The guitar started to play it's part. "Oh oh uh oh, oh oh uh oh."

"Penny for your thoughts, bout a dollar for your insights, oh a fourtune for your disaster."

"and I-I-I-I-I-I oh oh, whoa whoa whoooa oh."

He looked around, the inn was a little too peaceful for his taste.

(I never noticed how much of this is in the song)  

[The Artist Rose]

Rose jumped a little at the mention of her name.

"Um, something to drink? Um, what are you drinking?" Rose looked at the glasses the others were drinking from. It definately wasn't water. Maybe it was that "Kool-Aid" she heard about yesterday.  

[MacPere]

"A clue indeed. It would involve myself... Yourself... Grencia... And a sandwich - preferably with ice-cream. Mm... An ice-cream sandwich?" MacPere grinned as he looked to the distance, imagining what fun they would have. ... Oh, fun indeed~  

[Zulma san]

Zulma looked at her glass. "This is port. This is a type of sweet wine. Do you want to take a sip?" she presented her glass to the girl.

MacPere's explanation of an 'homemade' ice-cream sandwich, forced the young woman to bite her lips and look down for a second. Don't imagine what he could mean...he is just teasing you...don't...no...too late.... she became bright red and tried to concentrate on the port and the young Rose, who looked 20 but behaved both younger and older.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Oh hooo...and what are we going to do then, hm..?" He continued the massage, pressing his thumbs into sore bits. "I do like ice cream..."  

[MacPere]

"Well, we would then eat this sandwich... It would be particularly hot, so we'll have to take its melting in our stride, trying not to get too messy..." MacPere smirked and looked at Zulma's blushing face, flicking his mischievious gaze to Gren.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles walked in and shut the door behind her, looking up at the people who had gathered and noted with some distaste Ultima and the man that had been looking for him. Her deathwhisper hung off her belt in its whip form. The task she had set out to do was done. the question now was: why was Rose hugging a dirty pillow, and why was Zulma's face redder than MacPere's hair?  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Oh! Welcome back!" Gren eased his way out of the massage and walked up to Angeles, face touched with mild concern. "How did it go?"  

[Valentine Valtieri]

Ultima cut the song short and ran up to the piano. Like last time, he hit several notes and began to play a slower song. This time he'd chosen the moonlight sonata. He'd never been a person to hate any type of music.


Erik had nothing better to do but listen. He removed his gauntlet blade from it's sheath and began to polish it. It unexpectedly slid back in and sliced his finger. He ignored it and continued to polish. Continually staining the blade.  

[Zulma san]

Zulma gasped at the comment of Gren entering MacPere's game but she stayed mouth wide opened at MacPere's description. She blinked as a warm wave made her flush some more.

She felt relieved when Angeles entered and Gren walked to her. She brought a hand to her face, happy of the distraction.

"Hello Angeles..." she whispered, trying to concentrate on the music to calm herself.  

[Angeles Valentine]

"Well, it was as I thought, rather boring. It was a little difficult because my powers don't full return to the night but there are some that I retain. Now pray tell what have you been doing to poor Zulma. She looks like a tomato, do I need to start throwing more of those about?"

She smelled blood and looked over at the man polishing his sword. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She was tempted, but not terribly so, having fed off of the group of hunters that had been sent after Gren, "could you do that elsewhere?" she asked in a low tone. She had never felt well within that man's presence.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Mmm...I've gotta say, I'm really thankful. Did you...get all of them? O-oh, that? She's blushing because of MacPere being who he is. I only helped the conversation along a bit and gave her a massage, is all." Gren smiled, satisfied. It looked like freedom was soon to be his.

Gren noticed the man polishing a blade in blood, and wondered if he realized that the acids would rust the blade.