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

[Gren_Eckener]

Fee purred, smiling down at Azana. "Aweisu daasu."  

[Azana Brown]

((That's all in dreamscape, Charlotte... sweatdrop ))

Sol...! Marilyn called, seemingly unable to look away from those ice blue eyes.

I've got you...! He answered, straining against its pull. I could use a little help, though...! Suddenly, he sensed something approaching and let go, narrowly avoiding getting impaled along with Marilyn's dream self. No sooner had it happened that he was knocked out of the state, his fellow Oracle now wide awake.

She instinctively clutched her stomach, curling into a ball as tears came to her eyes. She could still feel it, even though there was no pain, no wound. "...ohgodohgodohgod..."

"Marilyn...I'm--I'm so sorry..." Sosol crossed the gap, hugging her as he slightly shook himself. Dreams that vivid were always terrifying, and if it was every night...well, he could understand her state.

"I...I got something, though. From the dream."

She stood up, stretching a little and being careful to keep Fee from falling off her head. "Let's go see Piigrii now..."  

[Gren_Eckener]

(Ooooops! I'll edit!)

"What did you see..?" asked Charlotte, excited.

Fee nodded, hopping down to sit on her shoulder, tail swaying.  

[Azana Brown]

"Well, I just saw a close friend get impaled by a figure in the shadows," Sosol answered, expression mildly annoyed at her excitement. "Other than that...I saw that whatever or whoever it is is quite familiar with you, Marilyn, and seemed to want to take you with it. Otherwise it would have just killed you from the start."

"...wonderful..." She said, wiping away her tears. "It only wants to kill me if I resist..."

Azana stopped a few steps from the end, noticing Angeles sitting nearby. She opened her mouth to speak and closed it again. One thing at a time--and she saw the shape Marilyn was in. Sunken-eyed, terrified, and if those robes weren't built baggy, a little malnourished, too. She let out a sigh and finished the staircase, careful to avoid Angeles save for a polite greeting.

"The question is what is that 'it'?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Ah." she said, scooping up Fee as he hopped from Azana's shoulder and into her lap, giving him a treat: an almond. "Suppose we ought to see what else is going on around people you're close to, Marilyn? Close bonds with others can lead to these things if they're in trouble."  

[Azana Brown]

"You'd know all about that," Azana muttered under her breath, glancing away from Sosol's disapproving eyes. Yes, they were hidden, but she still knew.

"...I'm sitting in a room with a good portion of them," Marilyn frowned. "The rest are at the convent or deceased..."

"Well, we have been having trouble recently with a mysterious man in black," Sosol commented. "We think he's working with a demonic cult, but he's been careful to avoid showing his face."

"You think he's in her dreams, too?" Azana asked skeptically. "She hasn't had anything to do with us for a while."

"He was looking up reports on us, Az. Us and the Inn. Marilyn here happens to have an intimate knowledge of us as well. He might be after things that aren't written in reports." He paused for a moment before turning to Marilyn.

"It's just a guess right now...but if it's true, I don't want you out of reach."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Oh my, really?" frowned the curlytop as she sat up straighter in her seat. "I didn't think Sephiroth cared about the GMO...well, anyway...while you folks brainstorm, I'll make us some tea. Good?"  

[Azana Brown]

Azana couldn't help but snicker a little at Charlotte. "There's more than one man in black out there, but for what it's worth, I doubt it's Johnny Cash, either."

"Tea sounds great," Sosol nodded, taking hold of Marilyn's hand. "We won't let him get to you."

"...I want to believe you," Marilyn said, glancing aside to Azana. "I know the others you've kept safe...and I'm sorry, Azana, that one of them needs to be me right now. Had I had other options--"

"Yeah, yeah...I'm just glad I don't have to worry about you turning on me, because in your state, I'd end you in a heartbeat." She stood up and walked to the kitchen, feeling the sudden urge to help Charlotte.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Charlotte was occupied sniffing the teas, Fee chewing on a potholder curiously. "Hello! I was thinking of Storm Soother, weren't you?"

In the main room, Zippo peeked out from beneath the couch to smile up at Marilyn. She had red hair! It looked like his scales! "HAI REIDII!"  

[Astra_Senpai]

Very gently she'd move the wing this way and that, seeing for herself how it bent naturally. Running her hand over the folded wing and the spread... it was so weirdly neat. "I's li'e lea'her and sil' all in the same tou'h," she giggled. Shaking her head, "So t'en ya' develo' a pre'erene? Li'e ya' fav'rite o ta' 'ou i's all fun?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

He hummed, tail swaying, apparently enjoying the attention to his wing with a heady blush. "You, ah...you may want to stop soon..."  

[Astra_Senpai]

She blinked, stop? Stop what? She was only... Oh! His wing? She watched his tail... very much certain it would have the same effect as touching a cat's tail. Total annihilation. Letting go, wrapping her arms behind her back, leaning a bit far to one side, a big smile on her sun-touched face, "A' why's tha'?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

He looked sheepish, catching his breath. "You don't really want to know, do you? I was told it was a rude topic, and that humans don't like talking about it."  

[Astra_Senpai]

Pure innocence. She honestly had no a damn clue, "Abou' wha'? W'as ru'e?" Bouncing on her toes, "Tell meeee!"  

[Gren_Eckener]

He smirked, leaning over and whispering why petting his wings might not be a wise idea for a young lady.