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

[Azana Brown]

Sosol jolted slightly from a moment of reading. Yes, he could have sensed their approach, but people usually knocked in a less intrusive manner.

"Malachai...! And...have we met?" He blinked at the small imp; no real threat in power, and a cheery disposition that seemed to pervade his entire being.

"Maybe! I'm Hemlock! I work for Mistress, but Violet likes me and I like helping her, too!" He introduced himself quickly, peeking around to Azana. "You still mad, Angel Lady?"

"Ngh, I'm fine..." Azana reassured them. "Good to see you again...haven't said anything, have you?"

"Not a word about frizzy-hair or sleepyhead!"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"He wanted to meet people!" beamed Malachai, proud of his decision. "You're both good people, so I thought it'd be a good start! Hemlock, this is Sosol. He's a very nice man who juggles things with his mind!"  

[Azana Brown]

Hemlock gasped, looking to the man in shades. "Really?!"

Sosol rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, taking a few light things around the room and making them fly in formation.

Azana chuckled lightly. "Show-off," she said, though there was nothing but playful love in her eyes. She missed when he would do the parlor tricks...yes, he was training them back then, but it was still fun!

Hemlock left Malachai's arms, walking under them in awe before lifting off and following. He waved his hands around them at all angles...they really were floating! "Wow~! That's too cool! I can only make me fly!"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Isn't it neat? I can only make me fly too; I think it's because he's so smart. That' right, isn't it?", he asked, looking to the psychic. "Because you're smart?"  

[Azana Brown]

"I'm flattered, but no," Sosol shook his head, the objects gently landing on the bedspread. "If that were the case, Tyler would be truly formidable. It's unknown precisely from where ESP stems. Perhaps it is of the mind, but not in the same way intelligence is. Perhaps it is of the soul, but not in the sense of magic. I've thought about it a lot in my life...the philosophy behind psychics. I have yet to reach a solid answer."

Azana shrugged. "I personally always thought it was a mental thing...but then again, I've been more of a pragmatist. It works, and that's all I need to know."

"Ohhh~," Hemlock seemed almost entranced by Sosol's talk on it before smiling to Azana. "I think I'll take Angel Lady's side! It works, and it's really neat!"  

[Gren_Eckener]

Malachai nodded agreeably. "That sounds like a good plan to me too! Say, say, who else should we meet, Azana?"  

[Azana Brown]

"Hm..." Azana thought for a little bit. "There's so many people around here...most all of them are pretty receptive to cute imps. Has he met Adam yet?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Ohhh, gosh, no! He should meet Adam!" he gasped, delighted, sniffing the air. "...he's outside... let's wait until he's done in the garden and play with Adam; Adam's a really nice guy! Oh! Max! Max is fun, let's go see Max! Thank you!"

With that, Mal took off down the hall, following blue raspberry scent to Max's room, headbutting the door gently with his horns.  

[Astra_Senpai]

Kiran walked out of the kitchen, a cup of chamomile tea held in his trembling hands. Oh his poor nerves were on edge today after a night of rough dreaming. His long ears drooped a bit though careful observation would give the sight of the edges ever so slightly moving catching sounds here and there. Brilliant blue eyes a little too open behind golden lenses and beneath shaggy blond hair. He needed a haircut- but to venture into town... no. Not just yet.

He settled at the bar, taking note of the woman in the corner but a small blush crossing his nose- she looked a bit busy. Picking up the cup, it clinking off the saucer softly, he sipped at it and sighed. What was it about tea which always eased his rattled nerves?  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles ran her fingers along the carved wood, reminiscing with a fond smile before looking up at something that caught her attention. She noticed the man sit at the bar, nursing a cup of tea. She tapped one pointed nail against the wood and debated her actions. Would it be odd, or wrong if she approached the young man and ask what was on his mind? He was like a frightened animal, ready to flee if the shadows proved to be threatening. She offered a friendly smile when he glanced her way, but he kept to himself at the bar, and Angeles caught a soft hum in her chest.  

[Astra_Senpai]

His blush had deepened at the smile, but... tea. He needed his tea. Kiran's ears twitched at the nail tapping, near unison but not quite. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side... it was silent. Silent... no- the sound of his own heart hammering against his ribcage. His ears lifted a bit, ah- there we are... heartbeats upstairs but not-. He took a long pull of his tea and closed his eyes, pleading softly for nothing to jump out at him. He would turn and face the woman, the short man crossing one leg over the other, he gulped in a small breath of air, his voice nearly as soft as goose down, "H-hel-l-lo."  

[Angeles Valentine]

Poor boy. Angeles had begun to contemplate the possible reasons for his anxiety that would be able to be perceived. She came up with only herself, and it would not have been strange. There were those who were still not fond of vampires, and those who still feared and distrusted them.

When he turned towards her, though, and greeted her, she beamed almost, "hello," she said from her spot, not wanting the young man to feel uncomfortable should she close the distance between them for a more personal discussion, "what flavor of tea is that? Smells nice," she figured she could begin by getting his mind off her, or whatever it was that was bothering the young man.  

[Astra_Senpai]

The mans smile was slow and nervous, lifting the cup ever so slightly, a small hint of delight in his proper accent, "C-c-c-cham-m-om-mile... I w-w-would b-be h-hap-p-py t-t-to m-m-mak-ke y-you a c-c-cup."  

[Angeles Valentine]

"I would like that," said the vampire pleasantly, standing and moving her hand to her side, palm open face-up. A black moth, which could have been a simple ornament, fluttered away from her hat on the rack and to her finger, "do you mind if I join you in the kitchen?"  

[Astra_Senpai]

Setting his cup down, the small clatter of the china connecting nearly worse than when he had picked it up. "N-n-n-n-not a-at al-l." Kiran stepped easily onto the floor, his right ear all but completely directing towards the moth before his eyes followed it right to her hand. Ah... a bug, that was a small relief. The short man offered her a slightly more confident smile, walking to the kitchen door and holding it open, waiting with his head bowed, "L-l-llad-dies, f-f-fir-rs...t."