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

[Astra_Senpai]

Kyou bowed deeply in thanks for the gift of food, making sure to leave a heaping amount of strawberries for the innkeeper. Absconding with the food, Kyou lifted back into the rafters and into the blind corner. Best not for anyone to see.  

[Azana Brown]

"The jeweler chick left Honey a calling card yesterday," Max explained, "on a piece of silver. She was hopin' ta find 'er again today, so I gave her some spots to perform based on an algorithm of public sightings. Sure enough, she's there, and she left another coin." She zoomed in on the pictures, showing the surprisingly intricate rabbit, and the beautifully polished, mirror-like reverse.

"She's not stayin', though...an' we still don't have many leads on Az's case, except for they're makin' 'em somehow. I think Ty was tracin' some shipments ta see if anyone's gettin' a lotta metal these days..."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Taking a fair amount of strawberry for himself, Gren hummed, adding syrup to his toast a moment before looking to the pictures. "Well, is it solid silver, or partial? Because you might be able to find something, if there's not any shipments in particular, of people melting down older coins or silverware for it. Petty thievery, pawn shops...you can get that stuff most anywhere."  

[Astra_Senpai]

Kiran slowly came down the stairs, slipping into the kitchen, making tea and slipping away to his room again; even at a distance he looked centuries from his last sleep.  

[Azana Brown]

"Well, the original coin was solid silver, but I don't think that's anythin' weird from a jeweler, right...? This one though...I think it's steel, but I'd need ta see it in person ta know for sure. I'm just wantin' ta know what she's tryin' ta do...if it's a message or somethin'. Kinda my expertise...but I wanna see the coin in person. I bet the others do, too."

Not too far behind Kiran came a rare face in the Inn recently. Draped in a sundress that displayed a few of her scars, Violet finally graced the main room of the Inn, unfortunately looking rather malnourished. Between finals and the strange demons she could somehow sense, she hadn't had a chance to get out much.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"No doubt...at the very least, forge quality can tel you a lot about it." he said, casually sliding his French toast and strawberries to a seat at the bar. "If it was rushed, for example. Morning, Vi! Breakfast?"  

[Azana Brown]

Violet gave a weak but emphatic nod as she raided the kitchen and came out with a bounty of french toast and berries. She sat down near Max, curious as to the discussion. Forging? Coins? She peeked over, blinking at the coin design. Her rumbling stomach snapped her back into the world of breakfast, and she dug in with a gusto not seen since she first found her way to the Inn.

"Whoa, girl," Max frowned, watching her and taking in the signs of ill self-care. "Finals really take that much outta you, or--oh...duh! Ya didn't come down here 'cuz of that Bill fella, right?"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Bill?" asked Gren curiously, turning his fresh set of French toast as Violet ate.  

[Azana Brown]

"Oh, yeeeeeah, ya haven't met 'im!" Max set her practically empty plate aside. "Mal's boss dropped in, thinkin' Mal was slackin'...well, somehow they convinced 'im otherwise, so he gets ta stay. But the guy's takin' a shinin' to that Tam girl, an' he's been droppin' by more often ta see 'er. Adorably awkward, he is...but I can understand why Vi here would be scared a 'im..."

Violet frowned, somewhat ashamed that she still feared demons while being in the Inn...but something about this 'Bill'...he was Mal's boss for a reason. Had to be, right...? She gulped down another bite, keeping quiet about the whole thing. Instead, she focused on Max's phone and the strange coin.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Malachai's...boss?" he asked, frowning slightly with a sigh. "Well...so long as they're all sorted out...granted, Max, if you're handling him like he's an all right guy, then I guess there's nothing to worry about...Violet, did you know about this guy too?"  

[Azana Brown]

Violet pulled out a sketchbook and flipped a few pages. There Bill was, very distinctly demonic, and wearing a necktie. "I've...never met him. But he's interesting to draw..."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Gren hummed, looking over the pages. "Yup...that's pretty demonic, no matter how you slice it. And he's here, you say? Not causing any trouble?"

The air tasted a smidgen vermilion as Charlotte sauntered into the room, decked out in sunshine.

"Hello~!"  

[Azana Brown]

"Tam did an ace job of calmin' 'im down and dreamin' up a way ta keep Mal at the Inn. He's doin' research now, since Bill an' 'is cronies are totally old-school!" Max beamed. "I mean, remember when he came in the first time? Yeah...that, times a kajillion, and ya got Bill."

She jutted a thumb over her shoulder. "Last I heard, he's in the garden gettin' a lesson from Adam. Kinda pulled up a hyacinth ta impress Tam."

Violet grinned at Charlotte, a little color back in her cheeks already at some real food. She reminded herself...'starving artist' was a figure of speech, and not something to repeat unless mandatory. Also, she'd ask Max for a mini-fridge, in case of demons.

"Hello...you look summery."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Bill's a complete simpleton?" frowned Gren, baffled. "Or do you mean the whole by-the-book part where he checks everything he does?"

"I feel summery!" she proclaimed, giving a twirl. "There's a cozy breeze a-blowin' on this wonderful day, and if I'm not mistaken, good fortune on it's heels! Example: today, there's french toast! Gren never makes it when he's in a bad mood."

(Happy birthday, Malachai~!)  

[Astra_Senpai]

(happy belated b-day, Mal! )

Honey returned, "I'm baaaaccccck," a girl in a white dress and green jacket with her.
The blonde grinned and waved a hand, "Welcome to the Inn o' Peace. There's no fighting or out 'ou go. Alrigh'?"
Sam nodded, "Yes... I understand. Um... could I have some water?"
Honey bobbed her head, "Righto, Love. 'Ave a sit, rest 'our feet and say 'ello."

Honey bobbed out of the room and to the kitchen. Sam continued to stand, shuffling her feet and rubbing her arm, horribly uncomfortable.

(I hope this is okay!)