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

[Astra_Senpai]

Kiran smiled softly to Azana, "I-it i-is the l-least I c-c-coul-ld d-do. I'm n-not v-ver-ry usef-ful f-for the u-usual exc-cit-tem-ment."

The white fox pranced down and sat near the table. Was everyone invited? She shouldn't eat human food but it certainly smelled good!

Kyou appeared, landing soundlessly by the base of the stairs, keeping back. Honey set the platters down, jumping at the sight of Kyou. She moved to just behind Sosol and watched quietly. Kyou looked at the floor, unsure.  

[Azana Brown]

"You don't know that," Azana smirked. "Even the most unassuming usually wind up having something special about them."

"She's got a point," Sosol chimed in, setting down the platters. "Orrin doesn't make much of a deal about it, but he's a keeper of Order who measures karma."

Violet nodded. "He...gave me paint," she said quietly, setting down her platters. "It doesn't sound like much...but I needed it. To paint in red...I...I can't do it myself..."

"My ears are burning," he said dreamily, sleepwalking down the stairs though clearly awake. "Mm, is that breakfast?"  

[Astra_Senpai]

Kyou stayed near the stairs, looking up to Honey as she peeked out from behind Sosol. Holding out a hand to ask if it was okay. Honey bit her lip, swallowing as anxiety rose at the gesture, she moved further away and looked away. Kyou's hand lowered and looked at the floor. Best to wait then.

Tam sniffed at Orrin, fluffing up a bit. OOoo! She duck away under the table before slipping into a chair and making herself comfortable. No one had shooed her away at least! Ears flicked towards him, he smelled like good balance. I'd bet my next soul that he can neutralize my magic

Kiran nodded, "A w-w-wh-wh..?" Kiran's excitement had caught the world, he flushed lightly unable to regain it.  

[Azana Brown]

"If I had need to, perhaps," he muttered quietly, patting the fox lightly on the head. "Enjoy your breakfast. I know I will." He took up a plate, calmly serving himself some of Violet's goods.

"He trades people things for their good karma," Violet repeated quietly, watching him take a seat. "Kinda like Santa...giving the good kids toys."

"You should see what he does to the naughty," Azana said with a shudder. "I wish I could unsee it..."

"Don't scare him," Sosol scolded in a whisper. "It doesn't happen often, and I doubt you're that out of line."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"But when he does, oh ho, he does it so well~" sang Charlotte, sliding down the banister in a flutter of ribbons. "Good morning, lovelies! I smelled pancakes!"  

[Astra_Senpai]

She yipped at him, snapping a pancake from the table and putting it on a plate. She was a fancy fox who had forgotten there were people who could hear her thoughts.
Kiran looked at Orrin, flushed and then at Tam, "H-hush... wh-hat a-an ug-gly n-noise."
Tam's fox eyes grew as big as her pancakes. UGLY?!
He sighed, "F-forg-give m-me... the soun-nds is shr-rill t-to me."
She put a paw over her muzzle.

Honey chewed her lip, watching Kyou, "Cmon t'en. 'Ou 'ave to eat too."
Kyou perked but didn't come closer, suddenly struck by a case of shy. Turning to Miss Charlotte, Kyou bowed slightly to greet her. Wanting very much to tell her she looked lovely.  

[Azana Brown]

"A lot of other things, too," Violet said, gesturing to the table. "I got a little carried away...I hope it's enough."

"Well, I doubt you'll summon the whole inn with it," Azana chuckled, giving her a light pat on the back. "No matter how tasty it is."

"Anyone need coffee? Tea? OJ?" Sosol offered. That was the only thing missing from the feast.

Orrin sat down with a plate, sending a gentle request to Sosol as he took a bite of the toast. "Morning, dear," he greeted, still seeming half-asleep.  

[Astra_Senpai]

Kiran started, "T-t-t-t-t-"
Honey finished for him, "English Tea fo' me an the toff, salt in 'is, please." She snapped up a pancake, standing close by and tearing it apart and eating it piece by piece.
Kyou tried softly, oolong
Tamriel yipped, waving her tail, Scotch and orange juice if you don't mind.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Orange juice with a dash of mango, s'il vous plait!" cheered Charlotte, dismounting with a mild stumble, trotting over to kiss Orrin good morning. "It's a lovely day, yes~?"  

[Azana Brown]

Sosol was suddenly inundated in a group of widely variant tastes and requests. He jotted them quickly, just in case, and got to work. Setting the tea to steep was first, before he headed back for the Drinkamajig for the juice requests.

"Of course," Orrin said serenely, plate mysteriously clean already. "Most days are."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Well, yes, but isn't today exceptionally sweet? I just love the days where the plot flies dangling in the breeze, free for any and all to grab the reigns! I haven't seized them for your sake, darling, but I do so wish to!"  

[Astra_Senpai]

Honey went after Sosol, "Can I 'elp?"

Tamriel looked to Kyou, slipping out of her chair, going to Kyou, wrapping her tail around the small waist and pulling them to the table. Kyou put up no resistance, only looked more and more nervous. Kiran pulled out a chair and waved. Kyou sat as did Kiran beside the observer and Tamriel made herself comfortable by Violet.  

[Gren_Eckener]

A week later, on a sunny-bright morning, the door to the Inn burst open with a blast of cold wind. In stepped a 7 foot tall demon, horns curling about his sloe-black brow, blue hair a wild mane above ember-bright eyes.

He was terrifying, but oddly-garbed: he wore a necktie and black business slacks, a pair of hooves poking from the bottom cuffs, tail spiked like a jagged scorpion's spike politely left in a calm linger behind him, a piece of paper clamped neatly in his thumb and forefinger by his hip.

He huffed, sniffing the air deeply, looking to see who was about.

 

[Azana Brown]

The forboding, seven-foot-tall business demon met with the dreamy gaze of a shorter, but far from short, gentleman with long, silken white hair. He was probably one of the few in the Inn who would look at the newcomer without some trepidation...or, in some cases, outright bloody-murder shrieking.

"Well, hello..."

Meanwhile, a certain electrokinetic agent woke with a splitting headache, one that the bright sunlight didn't do much to help. "...ngh!" She staggered out of bed, muttering under her breath to the cause of the headache. More demonic activity...? Hadn't she promised to butt out...?  

[Gren_Eckener]

The demon leaned over slightly, peering at the ethereally pale figure, and extended a meaty hand.

"Hello, sir. Is there a demon named Malachai in this establishment?" he asked in a voice like a deep well of gravel.