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

[Gren_Eckener]

Snapped out of his reverie by the sounds of MacPere, Gren contemplated escape through the window to avoid any awkward goodbyes, thought better of it (it'd hardly be fair, and besides, nobody knows anyhow and they don't have to if you're careful), and got up to get dressed. Another day in the inn, lolling around and entertaining. It's the sort of thing he'd enjoyed the thought of whilst in the clink, so he'd best make use of the time he had left.  

[Glacial Illusion]

~the two looked at each other, wary of the one who had attempted to scan them, it was detectable to them when someone tried such a move, then returned to their normal staring blankly around the room. The aura did serve a purpose it kept people from completely penetrating both their minds and defenses, but that didn't seem necessary here, yet still some of the aura did remain as a protection in case they did need it, still eyes wandering around the room to all the faces inside, and listening to the conversations being held by the other occupants~  

[Kitsunett]

Kitsuy didn't look up, though she knew the vampire had taken notice-small, but still notice, of her. Creature wouldn't be the word some might use. Chimera was more accurate. And less.. less.
Yawning quietly, she'd turn to face Angeles' corner of the Inn, sketching it and its current occupant slowly, making sure to get every detail correct- if there was anything she wanted to be perfect, it was her art- for there was no hope for her body.
Her pencil scratched diligently against the paper, small noises made, and occasionally the sound of the eraser rubbing out any imperfection she made- A wisp of hair twisting the wrong way, a line too straight.
The pencil broke.
Kitsuy looks at it, disbelief on her face.
"... I'm almost done, and it goes and breaks. Of-friggin'-course."
Sighing, she pulls a small battery powered sharpener from her pocket. Kit sharpens the pencil, returns the sharpener to its place, and continues drawing.
Humming a different tune now, with a few quick more flourishes of her pencil, she finishes slowly, not wanting to put the piece to an end.

Enter MacPere with his wonderful greeting, she cracks a smile and claps a few times. Now, she'd not have to finish the drawing with only one patron! Murring happily, she stretched before continuing, this time her focus on the piano and its player, happy grin upon her face.  

[MacPere]

At the time of the instrumental, MacPere's fingers went crazy over the keys, churning out the melody in spontaneous actions. Oh, he could feel the music inside of him today... Despite the fact that it felt more like he was distracting himself...

Suddenly, it hit him. Others were around. Others were asleep. He stopped in mid-riff and brought his fingers away from the keys, bowing his head. "I... I'm sorry." He says to no-one in particular and everyone, removing himself from the stage and sitting down in his usual seat.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"What's to apologize for? Anyone sleeping this late should know that noise happens." Gren appeared at the top of the stairs, peering around the corner.  

[Glacial Illusion]

~Glacial and his young female companion weren't ones for sleep, but he agreed if they were asleep at this hour they should be prepared for the music to start, if nothing else it made the comfort of the inn feel that much nicer~  

[MacPere]

MacPere smiles and laughs slightly, nodding. "I guess so... Good morning Grencia~ I do hope you slept well without my... racket intruding it~"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Please...just Gren, okay? Grencia makes me think my parents are calling or something." Laughing mildly, he shook his head. "Should something wake me up, music is the best."  

[Valentine Valtieri]

Ultima walked downstairs yawning. "Good morning everyone." He noted they were having conversations so he made himself breakfast. He also noted he was tired from his nightmare, his eyes were black with fatigue. He hoped no one heared his screams, he was a warrior not a child.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles laughed out loud as the pianist realized that it was too early for his music. She clapped slightly before returning to her glass and drinking some of the blood. Humans were definitely entertaining. She licked her lips to rid them of the blood before setting her glass down and taking up the deathwhisper. She slipped it onto her belt and ran her fingers against the silver-tipped bullets that were slipped through the loops. She the rested her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her fist, looking at the few humans and the creature that was still drawing.

She then looked at the stairs as the other musician came down saying that people should be awakened at this hour. She hummed at his words and watched him descend, noting a sort of disturbance in his eyes.  

[MacPere]

"Gren... Gren, I apologise." MacPere stands and walks to the bar, brewing himself a cup of tea. "Would you care for some tea~?"  

[Glacial Illusion]

~the inn was quickly coming to life, the music had stopped though sorrow could be felt around the entire room, as well darkness in one's mind perhaps the second young man to come down the stairs his eyes showed it all, the two of them had been rather good at sensing through eyes, and he almost screamed he had problems, but they wouldn't say anything instead they both still sat, quietly and still just staring~  

[Gren_Eckener]

"It's no problem." Gren yawned quietly. "I'll take a rain check on the tea, if you don't mind. I need a shower, so that'll take a bit." Smiling, he turned and adjourned to the bathroom.

(Man...I have appointments. -_- I'll be back later, though!)  

[Valentine Valtieri]

Ultima tried to stray away from the fear that he felt, but it kept creeping up on him causing him to shake. He tried to smile, but only produced a twitch from his lips.


(Peace out man)  

[MacPere]

"Such a mystery..." MacPere muttered to himself as he watched after Gren, sighing a little and finding himself blushing slightly. "G-Get a hold of yourself man..." He spluttered quickly pouring out his tea and returning to his seat.