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

[MacPere]

"More understandable than a harmless spider. Having inherited my parents' manor, you would not believe the sheer amount of them... Thus, why I stay here overnight." MacPere felt much more at ease now that he had sat down and breathed properly. Much more tired on top of that.

"You do not mind if I retire for the night do you?" He cooed to Gren, attempting to stand up but still finding himself a bit wobbly and using both the seat's arm and Gren's shirt to balance himself. "If I make it, that is..."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Not at all. I'm pretty tired myself..."Getting tugged at his shirt, he smiled and helped MacPere up himself."But can you make it there on your own?"  

[MacPere]

"Some help would be much appreciated..." MacPere laughed, not fully believing the situation himself. He would have to apologise to the poor man come morning, or by the time they had wobbled up the stairs and thrown him onto his bed. "It feels almost as though I am drunk..."  

[Pure Moriko]

Moriko noticed the tailed guy struggling to get up. She asked from across the inn, "If you need help, do you want to use Tatsu to lean on?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

Laughing at the silliness of it all, Gren turned back and called to the girl. "No, it seems like I'll be the one to escort the prince of the inn tonight."

Placing MacPere's arm over his shoulder, he grinned at his wobbling friend.'Which way?"  

[MacPere]

"Uhm... Up the stairs... Third door on the right..." MacPere makes a wobbly step toward the stairs, biting down on his lip in sheer effort.

'Prince of the inn'... He couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "If I am the prince, does that make you the bard? Or perhaps even theCourt Jester?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Jester to some, bard to many, wise rogue to a few...Hey, whoa...no need to hurry. If your legs won't obey, don't force them, or you could hurt yourself. Now, c'mon. One step at a time."

They hobble up the stairs slowly, and eventually arrive at MacPere's room. Gren turns to MacPere, asking "You got this from here?"  

[Pure Moriko]

Moriko watched the black-haired man and the tailed man going up the stairs. She then signalled to Tatsu and Arachne that they should leave. She didn't want to bother them anymore, and she needed to find a place to sleep. The trio headed outside into the night, and stepped into the embrace of the forest.

OOC: I'm gone. Bye.  

[MacPere]

"Well... Let's see..." MacPere released his death-grip on Gren and collapsed against the door, giving the musician a brief nod.

"Yes... I think I'm alright... Although... A good turn of the handle and escort to my bed would be nice..." He looked up apologetically, smiling sheepishly. "I swear, I'll buy all of your drinks tomorrow."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Chuckling, he lifts up MacPere again and opens the door, taking his friend to the bed and sitting him gently atop the mattress. "I wouldn't worry about the drinks. I'm sure you'd do the same for me. Yawning widely, Gren rubbed an eye a little. "I am quite tired, though, so I think I'll leave for the evening.

Walking to the door, he turned back for a moment and smiled. "Sleep well." He walked out, closing the door behind himself with a quiet click.

(OOC: Good night!)  

[MacPere]

"G-Goodnight~" MacPere calls back with a slight blush, curling up as best as he can on the surface.

((Sleep tight~ <3))  

[Zulma san]

(( heart MacPere & Gren heart ))

Zulma opened an eye upon feeling a presence by her side. She realized someone else was in her bed and she was so startled that she slipped down from the bed and ended up on her bot on the floor with all the covers on her face. Her heart was pounding.
She removed the blankets and recognized Karasu. Rumbing her temps, she tried to remember the events of the previous day. She remembered one of Gren's smile and the mischievous way with which he looked at her. Then the arrival of Karasu. She sighed and stood up, her eyes lingered on Karasu's body, although he was still dressed she could enjoy his shapes. A gentle smile came to her lips and she softly put the covers back on him.

She tiptoed to the shower and took a long cool shower. I need to keep my head cold today...and stop that nonsense...what is wrong with me...? she raised her head and let the shower flow hit her face, closing her eyes and feeling the water run down her throat and her chest. She sighed and turned off the shower. She dressed up quickly and headed downstairs.

A song came to her lips as she reached the main room. "It won't do..." her voice was a bare whisper. She closed her eyes and hummed the song, slowly spinning on herself. Her eyes opened and for a second as she looked at the piano, she saw MacPere singing and Gren playing. She made a step toward the piano and stopped. She allowed her hand to raise and caress the instrument. This piano was her addition to the Inn when she started taking care of the place. Slowly she sat and her fingers touched slightly the keys... So much memories... Unconsciously she started playing... and her voice raised nothing much than a pale sun in the mist of dawn. She sang for those who were not here, who would never be here anymore...  

[The Legendary Knightsoul]

A beautifully sad song awoke him from his slumber. He crept downstairs where he saw the singer to be Zulma. The song brought a tear to his eyes as he remembered the friends he had lost during the war. He stood there in silence listening to her melody.  

[Zulma san]

Zulma opened back her eyes when she was done. The crystal reflection of a tear was seen rolling down her cheek but when she noticed the knight, she brushed it quickly. "Oh I am sorry...I woke you up." she quickly stepped away from the piano.
"Let me prepare breakfast. What do you want to drink?" she tried to stir herself away from the memories which had flowed from the sound and to come back in the reality of the Inn. Why did I have to play...?! she scowled herself as she prepared toasts.  

[The Legendary Knightsoul]

"Just some orange juice. That was a beautiful song." he said wiping away his own tears. "You're a wonderful player and I can't think of a better way to wake up in the morning." He took a seat at his usual table and wondered who the song reminded Zulma of.