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

[Zulma san]

Zulma had not noticed Angeles. Did the vampire stay there all night while she was snoring on the couch? She wondered. The unease of the previous day seemed to want to creep out again. She coughed but did not move from her chair. "MacPere could tell you all about it." she felt a little disappointed by Angeles to shout across the Inn to come talk about her dream which had affected her so much.  

[MacPere]

"Good morning, Zulma, dear~" MacPere cooed as he stood and stretched, flexing his neck all the while. "I hope you slept well whilst this mystery cook was at wor-"

He couldn't help but jump slightly at the sudden voice from the one of the room's corners, a squeak escaping his lips. "Oh goodness, Lady Angeles, you really..." He places a hand on his chest and walks toward the kitchen. "Really know how to scares someone..."  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles closed her eyes and looked to the wall of the corner she was sitting in, "would you really rather have a second-handed account of something that was disturbing you so greatly the night before, told to me from the lips of a man who is a little too in touch with his feminine side?"

Angeles shook her head and closed her eyes. She was in a bit of a bad mood and she wanted to help something rather than hunt it and kill it. She drank down the rest of the blood in her glass and helped herself to another from the bottle she had taken from behind the counter the previous day, but even that was beginning to run out.  

[Ale Posselna]

After putting down her empty plate on the counter, Ale noticed a subtle change in the Inn's atmosphere, and felt a bit uneasy. "I'm going for a walk. See you all later." and left. She was still to know if Ultima's quest the day before had been sucessful.

OOc - sorry guys, staff meeting. See you all later.  

[MacPere]

"Hey~" MacPere said with a pout, exiting the kitchen with a plate of food and a cup of tea. "I am not 'too in touch with my feminine side'. I'm just open about most things~"

He seats himself at his usual table and eats tentatively, chewing at the food with an unsure squint.  

[Zulma san]

Zulma's eyes darknened. "Whoever that man is, he is my friend." The uneasy feeling from her dream was slowly turning into a dark anger, the bitter aftertaste was back in her mouth. Calm down...what's the point...Angeles is your friend too.... She looked back at her food.
The calm had felt at her awakening was now gone. Her dream and past were coming back to the surface.
...mine... whispered the voice.
She grabbed her plate and went to the kitchen where she emptied it into the trash can. She dropped the plate in the trash can too and had to fetch it back with a curse.  

[The Legendary Knightsoul]

He came downstairs and said good morning to his friends. Then, taking a seat at his usual table, he pulled a newspaper out of his pack and began reading. He decided to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet. Knowing Shade and Zefi, it wouldn't last long. Best to make the most of it.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles remained quiet as both of the people mentioned lashed out at her. She again closed her eyes and drank from her glass. She heard the ruckous going on in the kitchen with the garbage can and Zulma but said nothing and barely moved. If no one wanted to speak to Angeles that was fine. But she could not leave again until the sun went down once more. So she remained silent, blending in with the shadow of the corner, her eyes closed, drinking her waning supply of blood.  

[Zulma san]

Zulma stared at the plate and shivered as she put it in the sink. I thought I was over with all this... She washed her hands and splashed some water on her face. "I need a shower." without a word she went to her room and took a shower, trying to clean up her thoughts in the same time. But it did not work that well.

As she headed back downstairs, she went straight for Angeles' table and sat looking at the vampire. "Something might be wrong with me, but something is wrong with you too, today." she stated.  

[Angeles Valentine]

"I can tell you what is wrong with me today my friend," said Angeles opening her eyes, "but my concern is not for myself. It is for you. Would you please tell me your dream so that I may at least attempt to unravel the mysteries and set your mind at ease?" Angeles held onto her glass, both hand around the cool surface as if she were afraid it would slip from the grip of only one hand. She did not drink from it, instead devoting all of her attention towards Zulma, trying to catch the woman's eyes and add a bit of hypnotism, just to calm her.  

[Zulma san]

Zulma sighed, Angeles would not speak. Strangely she felt calmer and calmer and her gaze towards Angeles wasn't as focused.
"My dream...involved Karasu, Gren and MacPere." she remembered MacPere's comment the previous night and sighed then smiled. "They were all wearing a white shirt." she looked up at Angeles and took a sip of tea.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Standing out of sight at the top of the stairs, Gren overheard much of what was going on downstairs. He was sure that the vampire would notice him quickly, but knew that being present in the room would only irritate Zulma, who was still quite out of sorts. Deciding to wait it out, he remained out of sight.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles nodded as Zulma spoke and felt a little better that she could at least calm Zulma. She closed her eyes and sipped at the blood in her glass waiting for Zulma to continue. So far there was not enough in the description of the dream to infer anything from, so she would wait until the description was finished. She closed her eyes and let her own mind clear and smirked a bit as she could sense Gren at the top of the stairs but said nothing and made no movement to indicate that she knew he was listening.  

[MacPere]

"Oh dear..." MacPere sighed as Zulma recalled the slight information he had received himself. He was not entirely sure he wanted to hear the rest of the dream. If it had effected her so badly, what could it contain, especially if he were involved? Violence? Insults? ... Attempted murder?

He shivered slightly and finished his food, standing to return his plate to the kitchen and brew himself another cup of tea.  

[Gren_Eckener]

'..."all wearing a white shirt"? The same one?' Gren wondered to himself, trying to picture this. Maybe a little more explanation would clarify.