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

[Astra_Senpai]

She studied the illustration a long time, a well manicured nail tip touching the image ever so lightly, tail twitching at the end. Those eyes were unfamiliar but the shape of the tinkerer... was this Gren? She looked up, studying Remy a moment with curiosity, "She who?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

He pulled out a picture, a wild-maned woman wielding a crutch, being carried by a massive feline behemoth. "She can't walk any more on her own, see."  

[Astra_Senpai]

Her ears flicked back, that was a very big half breed. Blond hair shifting slightly as she tilted her head to the side, was that? She didn't know the behemoth, but as sure as Tamriel's sire had black wings that was the little chaos wielder. Why was he being so vague- his illustrations were precise. She shook her head, "Either you have an interesting sense of humor or I'm missing a piece to your puzzle."  

[Azana Brown]

Tyler returned with a plastic container of parts, giving a nod of greeting to Remy and Tamriel before pausing. Observation was always a good thing, even though sometimes he regretted what he saw. It was Gren, without a doubt. Just, well, a lot more grouchy. Actually, reminiscent of the grump he used to be, living day to day and all alone. Charlotte, crazier than usual, with a rather feral-looking Felix.

"...interesting style," he commented, walking to set the parts down before returning. "Does this art showcase have to do with that announcement of yours...?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Why, yes, it does, actually." said Remy, checking his watch. "I'm holding a family meeting about that, actually...with select people. You're included, Ty, so siddown. Tam, you may certainly stay."

Gren was coming down the stairs with Eliwood, Charlotte at their heels. Remy'd spread notes.  

[Azana Brown]

"Well, don't I feel special," he answered, pulling up a chair and watching the others gather. "Finally sitting at the big kids' table."

"Can I get the mood lightening stuff afterward?" Azana asked, walking down with a note in hand. "This is giving me all sorts of bad vibes."

Sosol was close behind, saying nothing. Kristen had made very vague mention before, knowledge of the future from King. She, however, revealed nothing to him. Perhaps she wanted Remy to break the news, or perhaps she didn't know that much herself.  

[Astra_Senpai]

She bowed her head at being told she was allowed to stay. Ears flicking back, the white fox hopped to the floor and to a couch. Happy to listen from there, curling her tail around herself- just a delicate little powderpuff.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"You're going to want it." he said, watching the others file in, Adam drifting down finally. "All right...everyone ready? Braced for bad news and stiff drinks?"

Gren nodded silently, Eliwood likewise with a stern frown.

Charlotte idly played with a twist of hair. "Please."

Adam took a seat. "I'm sorry I'm late, please go on."

Remy looked to Azana and Sosol. "Is Kristen coming?"  

[Azana Brown]

The door pushed open, letting in the slight chill of the oncoming winter. Kristen walked in, still in a relatively light jacket and hat, hands very stubbornly in their pockets. She walked with all the enthusiasm of a cadaver, a mild idea of what awaited. They were going to talk about King's memories, their potential future. One that shocked Remy and was dark enough to cause King to team up with his brother's tormentors.

"..." She looked at Remy, then to her brother, and the Innkeepers, before finally sitting. "It's been a long time since I gave this any serious thought..."

Tyler blinked, looking to Kristen. "This...?" He asked, hoping for clarification.

"You're asking the wrong person," Sosol said, coming to her defense. "Remy is the one who knows the most, right?"

"Well, he and Violet, except you, dear Remy, actually know what you're looking at." Azana said, giving a few of the pictures a look. Pretty grim...I should've guessed it'd be bad news.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Remy nodded, opening his portfolio and spreading out the pictures. Page after page, sheet upon sheet, detailing a bleak and barren world they once knew, every other page a portrait of their miserable future.

"According to King's memories, the Fifth Horseman, the Horseman of Chaos, is nigh. He'll ascend soon, from his unwitting mortal form, and plunge the world into an apocalyptic nightmare. A lot of people won't survive, and those that do don't like it." said the vampire with the relieved exhaustion of one baring a heavy secret. "I...I've been working with Abigail and the other horsemen-"

"Wh-"

"Not War. They're collecting these magic crystal skulls, and I've been keeping an eye on the horseman."

Gren was quiet, looking at a portrait of himself with his husband. He touched the paper over a black eyepatch on his husband's weary sketch, studying the picture. Eliwood swallowed, staring at the page. "Oh Grencia...you look so tired..." he murmured sadly. "...Thank gods you're alive."  

[Astra_Senpai]

She wondered who King was. She knew several Kings but those were titles, she guessed it was a name. She watched flickers of pairings, goodness she'd never seen such bonding between mates. How lucky they were to have found one another. They were talking of Horsemen, the Horsemen- ears up tall, head lifting a bit. What exactly were these beings involved with? Did they even know valuable this information was?  

[Azana Brown]

Azana took it in, silent for what in her mind seemed forever. What did someone say to dire predictions of an apocalypse? She looked over the pictures, finding one of herself and her husband. That look was so familiar, one she felt more from the past than her future...back when the mission was everything. But what would the mission be, in that nightmarish landscape? Who would have given it to her?

"King wants us to stop it, doesn't he...?" She said at last, eyes still scanning the pictures. No Stella, no James...that explained a lot.

Sosol looked at his potential future self, admiring Remy's work in bringing the picture to life. He could feel his own heart aching for him, a dull melancholy set in his features. There was a staff in his hand...did he need it to walk, or was he actually forced to pick up a weapon?

"I would assume so. Time travel is usually not taken lightly, and the trouble he helped cause to his past self would need to be justified somehow..."

Tyler observed the pictures, then the group around. Everyone was accounted for around the table. The Bengali brothers, Chris, and...who was that? He had a hunch, but he didn't like it. Still, the same group, each picture, no changes. "These are all the people King knew," he concluded, arms folded. "These are the survivors of his timeline. However, the fact that we were forewarned may shift things. We may be already living in a timeline where none of this occurs, but something tells me it needs a bit more of a push than simple awareness."

He looked Remy in the eye, his thoughts on a person important to the both of them who remained missing in the pictures. "I'm more than ready to overthrow fate, if we know where to start."

Kristen's hand pulled out of her pocket, tenderly holding a strange remote. She didn't know if it would do anything other than possibly trigger visions, but there had to be something she could do. King left it to her, and the memories to Remy. Something had to be possible...she couldn't believe that this was unavoidable.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Yeah, he does...he's relying on us." he sighed, nodding. "But, hey. We've got all but one skull, and we're workin' on that last one. In King's timeline, they were broadsided. We at least have a little muscle in our corner this time."

Adam frowned, looking over the pages. "Wow..." he said, eying what appeared to be a doe-eyed naga, caked in dirt, with lots of sharp teeth. "...this looks sort of like me, and that looks kind of like Zulma...but I'm really unsettled by how few people are here, remy."

Charlotte nodded, looking over a portrait of her, quite mad, and Felix, very gone. "...I like that our friendship stands the test of time, but I admit that the crutch is worrisome."  

[Astra_Senpai]

Her ears flicked back, skulls? Thank goodness for the tinkerer or she would have been- no she was still lost. Alternative timelines? She understood messing with time was dangerous, just look at the Red Lady. She rested her head over the top of her tail, ears forward. It was interesting to see just how their closeness presented a particular glow. She doubted they knew- rarely did they have the ability to see their own souls. Silly creatures, how strong you are and so weak.