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

[Gren_Eckener]

Remy took up the pages, poring over them. Yep. That was everything that he'd seen, he'd drawn himself. "...When you you see these things?"

"Okay...I'm sorry that I'm not a very good checkers player; you hafta keep telling me all kinds of things..." he apologized, shifting a single piece. "I'll tell you the truth, I'm not very good at human things, even though they look like a lot of fun."  

[Astra_Senpai]

Kiran smiled, putting his glasses back on, sitting up a bit, "Y-your h-hear-rt sp-peed-ds wh-when y-you t-talk of f-fam-mily. It is en-nd-d-dear-ring."

Kyou applauded, "What an interesting sage you are, Friend! You can draw as well. Do your marvels require you to draw?"  

[Azana Brown]

"I don't know..." Violet answered, shaking her head. "I just do sometimes...and then I can't stop drawing. I keep going until I run out of pencil, or until it's all out of me..."

"It does, huh?" Azana said with a faint smile. Was she nervous, or did they make her joyful? Or perhaps both... "It hasn't been the easiest time...but in the end, I've got all the family I could ask for."

"It's okay...you're just a few years behind," she said, gulping down some more water. "Like a child...they have to lose a few times at a game before they realize how to play."

Tyler looked down at the cartoonish rabbit. If she thought that was drawing...Violet's art was going to blow her mind. "Some of them do, yes...I draw diagrams, pictures of how they'll look on the inside. How they fit together...I have to plan it out before I build it."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Remy hummed, digging into his dossier, producing his sketches for comparison. "Like these, right?"

Mal nodded in earnest, surveying the board. "This is my tenth game!"  

[Astra_Senpai]

A clatter of pans signaled Honey's first of many kitchen follies.

He offered a gentle smile, his tone was weak, looking away, "Th-that is en-nough in th-this t-tw-twst-ted w-w-orl-ld. Som-meon-ne t-t-to say i-it w-will all b-be al-lr-right." His ears drooped a bit, his smile becoming sad, heart ached. Elenor, you would love this place.

"You do not know how they fit together from the beginning? I suppose that makes sense. After all I must take something apart to understand how it is made, you must build them from the bottom up. It is very admirable."  

[Azana Brown]

Violet paled as he pulled out the sketches, groping for Honey's old chair. "H-h-how..." She stammered, sitting down. They looked so much alike, but she hadn't seen his works, and to her knowledge, he hadn't looked at hers before now.

"Only your tenth, and you already got a king. You're making great progress," Marilyn said, only somewhat interested in the game anymore. Demons were very diverse...Kasdeya had embodied a lot of what she thought a demon to be, but Malachai...he was throwing her for a bit of a loop. He was clearly old, but acted like a child.

"I have ideas of how certain parts fit together, but I have to plan it as a whole. I'd hate to be halfway through building it only to have it prove nonfunctional." Tyler chuckled. He had done that once or twice in his youth.

"...maybe you can find that here, too," Azana said, seeing a very familiar look in Kiran. One that she herself had given, one that she saw in Eli...anyone who lost someone very close and dear. Someone who tried to cover it up. "People are really loving here."  

[Astra_Senpai]

"Perhaps one day may I watch or assist in making a marvel?"

He paled slightly, had he said it outloud? No... perhaps he wore it on his face more than he believed. He swallowed, forcing a timid smile, giving a weak chuckle, "F-f-f-for-rg-g-iv-ve m-me, M-Mrs J-J-Jac-cobs. I h-h-hav-v-ve f-f-oun-nd c-comp-p-pan-nionsh-hip... d-d-dif-f-fic-cul-lt. I d-d-o en-nj-j-joy h-how k-k-kin-nd ev-ver-ryon-ne is and un-nd-d-derst-stand-ding. I-it is r-r-ref-fr-fresh-hing t-t-to m-m-meet p-p-peop-ple w-with such op-pen h-heart-ts."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Remy took a deep breath and sighed, both out of habit. "I'll be making a formal announcement after Halloween, Vi...but I think that this makes you a bit of a prophet."

"Really?" he said hopefully. "Cause I wasn't this good with Pokemon! I'm not really good at any human stuff, really...I'm only good at being a demon. When I got here, ha, I'd never even tried chocolate yet!"  

[Azana Brown]

"It's something we pride ourselves upon," she answered, leaving the subject at that before getting a thought. "Oh...we might want to see if Ty's idea works on you before the tour. Otherwise, we'll be avoiding one section of HQ like the plague..."

"I don't know much about it myself, but it seems a lot more complicated than checkers..." She said, looking over the board. "It's best to start small and work your way up. And no chocolate...? You truly did come from Hell!"

She let out a little laugh, clearly joking about it.

"Of course," Tyler nodded. "Actually, if you're serious about making a mushi-viewing device, I would desperately need your assistance."

"Wh-wha...? No..." Violet shook her head slowly, the word repeating over and over on her lips. "No, no, nonono..." She looked back down to the pictures. She didn't want to be a prophet...not of that. In all honesty, not of anything...the less special she was, the less of a target she'd be, right? Just plain and ordinary. That was best.  

[Gren_Eckener]

He chuckled warmly. "Well, it's not meant to be fun for us either, particularly...we're just more comfortable, under the circumstances." He moved a piece.

Remy looked up a bit sadly. "Not necessarily, of course...  

[Azana Brown]

"I can imagine," Marilyn said, jumping a piece with her king. "I mean, it's work to you guys. It'd be a full-time job..."

Violet blinked, looking up to Remy through her hair. "...how do you know all this...?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Yep! It really is. This is the first break I've had in centuries, and even then, it's only because I decided to walk out." he said. moving another piece. "When they notice, I'll probably get in trouble, but from what I saw of the human world, there's so much fun stuff, I couldn't just let it pass me by! I wanted to pet a bird and ride in a boat and go swimming and stuff!"

Remy looked down, sighing. "I'll tell all after Halloween...we have enough going on, and it's not a problem yet. But let's just say that I've been trying t prevent this from happening."  

[Azana Brown]

"Sounds pretty strict," Marilyn commented, sliding another piece forward in hopes of another king. Such simple desires...swimming, riding a boat, petting a bird. Was he really as old as he claimed? Then again...we oracles were pretty sheltered, too...

"O-okay," Violet said, not at all comforted by that but realizing he wouldn't say anything yet. She looked at the two sets of pictures one more time before closing her books and scooping them up to return to her shelves. As she climbed the stairs, she thought it over. Those few people, Remy's reaction...and she thought the drawings seemed bad. The potential reality of them sat in her stomach like a stone. She was drawing things that might happen...

"..." Sosol left his post at the bar, pursuing the artist upstairs. He had a hunch he would be needed, if nothing else for a listening ear and potential guidance.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"It is...Hell's kind of like a business, if you want to think of it that way. You have your place, and you know exactly where it is on the ladder. We're born with only one purpose, we're trained for that purpose, and if we want to make our lives better than that caste, well, there's where the politics come in." he said, jumping for a king himself, not noticing her vying.

Remy sat back, rubbing his forehead with a groan, all sorts of memories traipsing about his mind relentlessly. This was going to be a long November.  

[Azana Brown]

"That went well," Azana muttered to Remy, taking a moment away from Kiran's attention. "You okay...?"

"Something tells me you're not much for politics," Marilyn replied, mirroring his jump save for her piece winding up in the back. "King me."

"Violet...?" Sosol asked cautiously, knocking lightly on the door. He looked in on the girl, carefully and neatly returning the sketchbooks to their proper places. For someone who went on wild fits of uncontrollable drawing, she was very well-organized.

"...I don't wanna believe it..." She said quietly, finger tracing lightly across the spines of labeled sketchbooks. "Gren said I might have second sight....Remy said I might be a prophet..."

"And it scares the daylights out of you," Sosol finished the sentence, leaning against the door frame. "You can talk to me about that. I know that it's not always as glamorous as people make it out to be."