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

[DragonsHeart_1111]

-Aris got up and went over to refill the glasses with water brought them back and sat down-

"here you are gentlemen, MacPere dont worry, he wont be back tonght. More than likey he will sleep behind the inn by my room."  

[HeadlessKoko]

Kageko woke with a start, she had been dozing at the table. Standing up while rubbing her eyes she decided to head upstairs. She slipped from the table and started up to the room she usually occupied. Yin pushed her to the left a bit when they approached the stairs to keep her from banging into the wall.
Once she was in the usual room, Kageko dropped down on the bed and fell asleep. For some reason, she felt really tired.
Yin and Yang had a guess though. "Death's energy," they both thought simultaneously.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Well, that's good..." he patted his lover's shoulder gently. "Maybe it's about time we hit the hay, huh? I should have a look at that envelope; it's been on my mind."  

[DragonsHeart_1111]

-Aris stood up and bid the group good night-

"Well, I think im going to head to bed for the night. Its been a long week and im glad to be back. I hope everyone sleeps well. Especially you MacPere, dont go losing sleep over any of this."

-and with that he headed towards the stairs to his room patting kage on the head on the way by.-

((Goodnight gang, ill talk to you guys hopefully tomorrow! Sleep tight!))  

[MacPere]

"Alright... I do wonder how you shall react, though." MacPere stood and waved goodnight to all, especially apologizing to Aris. He ascended the stairs and opened Gren's door, taking a seat uon his bed and waiting.

"... It's nothing big, though."

(The gist of what to expect is on page 395~)  

[Gren_Eckener]

Gren smiled and picked up the envelope, admiring the calligraphy of his name. It'd never looked so good on paper before. He opened the envelope carefully, and withdrew several photographs. Looking through them with a careful eye, his cheeks grew redder as he progressed.

"Wh-when did you..?"  

[MacPere]

"This morning." MacPere extended an arm and pulled Gren into his lap, looking over his shoulder at the pictures. "You look so angelic whilst sleeping, I'm afraid that if I touch you with my demonic hands, you'll break like porcelain."

He pressed a kiss to Gren's neck and hummed, acknowledging a certain photo of himself kissing Gren's lips. "I particularly like that one... I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry, but you really haven't a clue of how beautiful you are~"  

[Gren_Eckener]

Gren was stunned. "I think that this is the first time I've had pictures taken of me since before prison... of..." His voice trailed off. He was overwhelmed by affection for this man beside him, kissing his neck. Accepting what he was, and finding it beautiful.

It was absurd. He wasn't a beautiful thing, just some tired scrap of flesh that didn't know if it was coming or going. How any one soul could find him beautiful, take pictures, capture it in a way that made him have even a glimmer of hope for himself...

He put down the portraits carefully on the bedside table, and in a sweeping motion, placing one hand on the back of MacPere's head and the other on his shoulder, landed his beloved onto the bed, his lips pressed so firmly against MacPere's that they might never leave. After a few damp moments, he came up for air, a confused and earnest expression across his face. "I don't know how you did it...but please show me again."

(And with that, I away to my bed chambers heart )  

[Valentine Valtieri]

Ultima had finally fallen asleep. He had a strange day. His dreams were clouded again. His dream was moving so fast and it was so blurry, he couldn't make anything of it. He ingnored it and fell into a deep sleep.


(Good night all!)  

[TexasMan2]

The door opened and a rush of cold air blew in. The figure standing at the door had the collar of his coat turned up to block his face and an old rifle on his back. He had his left arm in a scarf that was currently being used as a sling for an apparently broken bone. He was leaning on a walking stick with one leg held off the ground with a makeshift stint made from two small sticks tied to his leg by torn sleeves. His clothes appeared to have small cuts and rips as if they had been slashed and it appeared as if they had gotten past the thick leather of his coat and sweater he wore beneath it and drawn blood.

Turning the collar down with his good hand the man was revealed to be an extremely exhausted Tex. Hobling over to a chair the tired rebel slowly sat down and leaned his head back against the wall. Looking around Tex was able to muster enough strength to smile and say, "Hey y'all! Anything new going on lately?"

(OOC-Check the Around the Inn to find out what had happened if your interested. I think its on page 35 or 36 or somewhere around there)  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles came back into the inn, shaking some snow off as it began to melt from the heat. She shut the door behind her and removed her hat, brushing the snow off of it as she made her way to her table. She set the hat on the tabletop and sat down in the chair. She hummed as she thought and touched the locket around her neck. She would continue in this way, she had decided: she would practice flying the zurg ship during the night when she was less prone to pain and more prone to healing rapidly. She would continue until she was proficient with the craft and then would leave to avenge Gren.

With this thought in mind she stood and walked to the kitchen to find a bottle of blood to drink.  

[Valentine Valtieri]

I am Vincente Valtiere

Vincete yawned. He'd fallen asleep late last night. He looked around, everyone else seemed asleep also. He stood up and walked away. He opened the fridge, completely oblivious that he kept passing Angeles. He wouldn't be affected by normal food, but he wanted to eat something. He found raw meat and settled for that. After draining it, he threw it away, then went back to his usual seat.


spill some blood for me, dear sibling  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles found a glass and poured herself some blood before turning around and leaning against the counter to drink. She watched silently as Vincente came in and passed her several times going through the fridge and draining a steak before throwing it away and leaving. She hummed in thought and took another drink of blood before walking out of the kitchen with the bottle in one hand and the glass in the other and sat back down at her table.  

[Ale Posselna]

Ale trailed along the path that led to the Inn, the dress all wet from sleeping in the snow. Not that bothered her that much, but people would be staring, and she didn't like that. She wondered where Rain had went exploring, since he was nowhere in sight. As she opened the door to the Inn, Ale tried not to forget to ask the dragon later what he thought about this white mantle that covered the land, since there was no such thing back on the island. And... was there someone awake at this time?  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles watched another dark elf enter the inn and she gave a small wave. She thought for a moment and realized that this was not the dark elf that had said she was telepathic, but that didn't mean that this one wasn't. So, being better safe than sorry, Angeles blocked her mind with thoughts of snow and took a drink from her glass before saying, "aren't you cold in that dress?"