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

[Azana Brown]

"I wasn't talking about the per--" And Honey was already gone. She shrugged, going back to watching the genius boys go at it.

"One of the two, yes. The question now is who's manufacturing these. They're beautifully made; everything fits together well. They look relatively new, too. Filthy due to neglect, but new." Tyler began cleaning them off. "It's a waste, really. Even if they're getting them from a manufacturer, these are too nice to be pawning off on idiots."

"Wha?!" Max threw up her hands. "They had me on a wild goose chase?! Man, this sucks...! Hm, okay...let's expand the search to manufacturers. New ones, robbed ones...what've we got?" And the search began anew.

"What, do you want one now?" James asked, arms folded as he watched. What would people want with such conventional stuff, anyway? His inventions were much better! More efficient, not so much worry about ammunition or safety features...

"Actually, I might," Tyler nodded, reassembling it and inspecting the whole once more. "No imprints at all on it. The manufacturer, whoever it is, doesn't want to be tied to these. Not even a lot number. It's a clean, simple, well-made semi-automatic."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"No, no...Az, it's slang." corrected Charlotte. "Cockney slang for good."

The chibi shrugged, contenting himself to play with her wig's dreads.

Gren rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "They might very well be making their own, in fact."  

[Azana Brown]

Max's fingers flew. She loved searches like this...there had to be something. She just had to pay attention...

"Thanks," Azana sighed, sipping more of her mate. "I forget that she speaks a whole different language sometimes."

"They'd need a lot of space to do that," Tyler followed a similar line of logic. "And the hardware...I bet Max is already looking for things like that. She'll come up with something. In the meantime, we should probably try to get Sol to read it. Maybe he can grab something."

"Maybe, maybe not," James chimed in. "Psychometry works better on something older or with a stronger link. If this is a newly-manufactured gun, there's not going to be much on it."

A wrapped gift seemed to tumble impossibly down the stairs, driven by a pair of slinky toys. The tag would read: Happy Birthday to my frizzy-haired firecracker. With love, Orrin.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"There's less on it, but a lot fewer fingerprints, don't you think?" smiled Gren with a chuckle.

'Sosol, could you come down here a moment, please?'

Charlotte squeaked in delight at the gift, reading the tag with a trill. Carefully, she sat on the bottom step and unwrapped the gift with fastidious skill.  

[Astra_Senpai]

Teacup full of hot lemon juice, carrying an orange and her paperwork, Tamriel left the kitchen. Ear flicking to the commotion, taking in a small breath and ears flicking back. What was that smell? Her tail bristled, whomever it was- was in dire need of a bath. She hesitated a moment or two, debating heading back up or staying here. She spoke softly, tired, "A-" No nevermind, it wasn't important, they seemed busy with that... toy? Weapon?

She returned upstairs, closing her door behind.  

[Azana Brown]

Already on my way...I didn't think Tech would get here so quickly, Sosol replied, strolling down the hall and past Tamriel as she retreated to her room with more lemon juice.

Inside the strange gift box was, of all things, a mood ring. It goes with everything! Came the note with it. P.S. This one actually works.

The gears were turning for Tyler, immediately running down the list of previously encountered suspects. This seemed far too crude for Omega Zero, but with his fall from grace, perhaps there came desperation. Elizabeth had turned over a new leaf with Trent Tech (now MacGregor Enterprises), but it was always possible she was looking for a little extra on the side. Heck, even Kasdeya's cult could do such a thing, to spread pain and panic indirectly.

And yet, my gut isn't going for those...

Azana finished her cup, the first bits of it finally kicking in. The world seemed much more pleasant with a bit of a kickstart. "Alright...so, what angle should I pursue...?"  

[EntaBengali]

Heaving a sigh, the eldest Bengali shuffled out from his room looking much worse for the wear. Clad only in his Hello Kitty lounge pants (a gift from Malachai) he made his way to the kitchen, long platinum hair loose from its usual braid and glasses perched precariously atop his head. Fee, noticing his larger self, scampered up a pantsleg to rest on a meaty scarred shoulder and chitter into the larger catman's ear about some candy he had found under the couch.  

[Astra_Senpai]

Snowy tail wrapped around her shoulders like a stole, wearing a flowing pastel gown, the blonde Huldra descended the stairs. Her hair had grown long enough to put into tight pincurls, lips painted a vibrant red and eyeliner heavy, she was not feeling better but certainly hoping to hide it. Tall ears swiveling this way and that, it was so hard getting used to unfiltered sound and to the hunger.

Pushing open the door to the kitchen, she bowed her head, keeping her burns out of immediate sight, smiled, "Good morning."  

[EntaBengali]

"Ah... Good morning." Came the gravelly croak. "I don't believe we've met. Shall I get us some tea and make introductions?" He asked, cutting Fee off in mid-chirp, much to the chibi's displeasure.  

[Astra_Senpai]

We may not have met but I certainly know who you belong to. She smiled sweetly, offering a graceful bob of her head, "Tamriel duSaunde," she seemed relieved at the offer of tea. "Yes please, tea would be wonderful. Blue eyes focused on Fee for a long moment, ears leaning forward before she produced a brilliant green candy from her cleavage and offered it to him, "My apologies for interrupting you, Fee. Would you forgive me?"  

[EntaBengali]

Fee lept, snatching the candy and scampering away with it. Felix chuckled hoarsely, but continued on his quest for caffiene. Sliding his glasses onto his nose, he scooped some leaves into a tea ball and set a kettle to boil before turning back to the lady. "Good to meet you, Tamriel. I am Felix Bengali." he took her hand gently, kissing the back before releasing it. "I apologize for my not meeting you sooner. I've caught your scent around the main floor here, but my work either keeps me out of the Inn or confined to my room."  

[Astra_Senpai]

An ear followed the chibi, her head tilting to the side as she listened to Felix. Her scent? The mention of her rosewater and new plant life aura brought color to her face- without those surpression rings, things like that were.. available to anyone. It made her nervous, both ears flicked forward, her laugh like soft bells, "Please, Mr. Bengali, you don't owe any such formality to me. I admit it is a pleasure to meet you, Dear Malachai has mentioned you several times with such enthusiasm. I recall him mentioning you handle pharmaceuticals?"  

[EntaBengali]

Blue eyes widened slightly. "Oh, you know Mal?" the tea kettle began to whistle and he moved quickly to take it off of the heat and insert the tea ball to steep. "I'm not surprised. He certainly loves to make friends." he chuckled warmly. "And yes, that is Bengali Corp's main business; pharmaceuticals and medical technology."  

[Astra_Senpai]

She nodded, "He's been very tolerable of me from my arrival on. He is a sweet soul." Shifting slightly, crossing covered arms under her bust, "I have not had the pleasure of working with your business, but that would be talk for later; wouldn't it?" She paused, admittedly the asking was selfish, "May I ask if his stay has been extended?"  

[EntaBengali]

A small smile touched his lips and he nodded. "It has. I had a meeting with Bill, the proper documents were disclosed, traded and signed, and the entire affair will soon be sealed once Bill delivers something to me signifying that Malachai will be staying here for the forseeable future." he assured her, "I would never allow anyone to take him away from me. He is far too precious..."