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

[Valentine Valtieri]

Vincente walked down the stairs after finding a suitable room. He wondered exactly how much the toher vampire knew about his kind. He acknowledged her with a nod and went into the kitchen. He looked around for a bit. He then went to the fireplace, hissing a little at the sight of live fire.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles heard the hiss and set the bottle of blood in the counter before going out to look at the vampire, she rested her hand on her hip. The hunter's guid said that the Bethesda or Oblivion vampires could be killed normally, but were particular weak to fire, and if left unchecked could even be harmed by the sunlight.

Judging from the fact that he had come to the inn on a particularly sunny day, she felt safe to assume that it was only fire that hurt this individual vampire. That was good, she could create the hottest kind of fire at her own free will once the sun went down. If he proved to be a problem, she could take him down easily.  

[Valentine Valtieri]

Vincente relaxed, slightly, by the fire. He was wary of it. He thought about the elders of his lineage. They were strong from not feeding, but what's the point if you can't be young. He also thought about their strength. After so many days of not feeding, they became monsters with that kind of thing. He muttered under his breath and the fire became still. It was still radiating heat, but it couldn't suddenly lick out and burn him. "Thank goodness for magic." He said.  

[King Koolest Person]

Legend woke up after a long slumber.He had slept a day.
"Huh?Whos there?"he said.

Key walked down the stairs,yawning.
"What happened the other day or two,because i see a new face."  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles hummed quietly and folded her arms, leaning against the wall looking at the vampire's back. He was relaxed now, he must have known that she was there. She shrugged and walked over to her table in the shadows and sat down, looking at the foliage that she had carved into the wood. She wondered if Zulma would be angry with her for it or not.

Angeles did not respond to the young man that came down the stairs. She sat in silence.  

[King Koolest Person]

After no reply,he set out to explore.He walked outside.

Legend regained his eyesight after being drowzy.
"Hi peoples."  

[Valentine Valtieri]

Vincente got up and introduced himself to the person. "I'm guessing nothing happened until i came, i am vincente Valtiere, a vampire." He glanced over to Angeles' direction. "At least she isn't trying to kill me." He thought. He extended a hand. "My brothers are the aundeu, i doubt you've heard of them." He said. He smiled, of all the vampires in the world, his kind was the most human. Even his heart was beating, he could do without it for a while though.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles decided that she was bored and so began to carve more out of the table, carving a tree into the background slightly behind the rose.  

[Valentine Valtieri]

Vincente gave up and walked away. He wondered if he should give up feeding. He knew he would only pass infection if he wanted to, but what if he did on accident. Then again, he'd end up like the elders. He flipped a coin. He was supposed to keep feeding, he guessed. He flipped again and once again it landed on heads. Now he needed to get over his aversion to fire. He slowly stuck his hand in the fire. He was in extreme pain, but he didn't start screaming. He only cringed, trying to keep this a secret. He stalked away from the room holding his hand. He'd burned it horribly. It would regenerate, but it needed time. He wished he hadn't done that.  

[Azana Brown]

Azana shook her head as she came downstairs, finally out of her bell-laden outfit into something a bit more practical. Her head still ached slightly from the drinks yesterday, though she was slowly working on that.

"I haven't gotten that tanked since the Clash," she said to herself, filling a glass with water from the tap and chugging it down in short order. It felt strange to not have places to be in a hurry. Her communicator was unusually silent, and to be honest...she was starting to feel a bit bored.

Nothing against the staff...they were always good conversation, but she spent a lot of her life out in the field, racking up adventures to talk about at the yearly GMO reunion. She sat down with her refreshed glass of water, doodling absent-mindedly on her napkin again.  

[Pure Moriko]

Moriko walked into the inn, finding a stranger. As usual, neither Arachne nor Tatsu were with her. She approached the woman and greeted her, "Hello!"  

[Azana Brown]

"Hm? Oh, hi," She said with a small grin, putting her glass back on the napkin. "A little deserted today, isn't it...?" She looked around, the normally bustling inn feeling empty and lonely without the crowds.

"What brings you here...?"  

[Pure Moriko]

Moriko shrugged, "Nothing much. Just a couple of headaches over seemingly unsolvable mysteries." Moriko switched over to the introductions, "The name's Moriko. Yours?"

(OOC: Azana, I'm going to switch in between this account and my other one a bit, so it might say that I'm offline when I'm not. I'll try to respond as quickly as possible)  

[Azana Brown]

Azana smiled to Moriko. "The name's Azana Brown, and I've got a headache, too...different reason," she said, gesturing over to the bar. The word "mysteries" perked up her attention, and since she had nothing better to do, she patted the chair next to her.

"Anything you feel like venting...?"