Lord's Rest Inn

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 "Heh. Learned to hide it. Power-hungry slaves are usually put down." He takes a drag. "But given the alternatives, I'd say you're right."

Franz is smiling again. "Well, I hope he gets one some other way. I think he should be happy too. I don't like him, but no one deserves to be sad."

 He chuckles "That's how it is sometimes, I wish things could be different, but I ain't somebody who can change fate." He shrugs, leaning back "Where'd ya learn the piano?"

 "He's convinced we're that family. He hasn't been... he was different before mom died. It... twisted him, makes me sad to see him this way."

 "I was part of the help before I was a line cook. They had me play sometimes. I also know violin and cello, although I can't play the last one well due to my underwhelming stature."

His smile fades to an expression of sympathy instead. "I'm very sorry to hear that. I wish I could help."

 He chuckles "Sorry ta hear that pardner, bet yet a beauty ta hear on the Cello too. Learned the Harmonica from my old caretaker, an' learned the accordion on my travels. I ain't bad with a jug either."

 He shakes his head, standing up "We all do, Tiffany still thinks we can. I've got to go, I can hear father calling." He turns to Tim "I promise I'll be back." He does a pinky promise with him before walking off.

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Elio is soaking in the sun out on the coast

 You hear heavy wingbeats pounding the salt soaked air. A white shape on the horizon grows larger and larger as it comes nearer in proximity. Soon it becomes clear that this airborne traveler is a Pelican. A Pelican that is much bigger than it has any right to be. The beefy bird sends a spray of sand into the air as it lands clumsily on the beach. It then gives a feather rustling shudder and its bulging beak sack jiggles as something inside moves about. 

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 "Yup. I just wish the players cared about us." He thinks for a moment. "Hmm... That's a thought... but everyone has tried that some time or another... but maybe... If I just..." He seems to be running a game of this metaphorical chess match against himself in his head. Eventually, he comes back to reality. "Have you ever heard of Promotion? For devils, that is."

"How did you like them?" Franz asks, calm as usual.

"Oh. That's okay." He thinks for a moment, then frowns. "That means you rule a layer, right?"

 "Yes, I have." he nods "Becoming another sort of devil."

"They are very good. They are my favorite by far of the things I have eaten!" he chirps happily. 

"Not entirely.. I own a good portion of the legions of hell amongst the rest but, unlike the archdevils, I do not own the level itself. I may own a part of the realm but not a lot, I cannot control the ring part nor can I terraform it."

 "Well, imps can become Baatezu through that process. At least, according to what we know. It doesn't make much sense, and I've never known an imp that was promoted, but if it's possible, I could basically... nah, that's dumb. Nevermind. More power won't solve anything, no matter what that power is."

"I'm happy to hear that. So, how have you been?"

"I see. Well, doesn't seem like there's much either of us can really do about that." He plops his fat body down on the floor. "Are you okay with me being a pseudo-angelic thingie?"

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Tycho is reading on a rooftop

Elio is soaking in the sun out on the coast

Grays is in the tavern, eating breakfast in the lounge area

 *Hmmm... could I have descriptions? I know Tycho is a tiefling.*

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 *Oki, heres my characters for either of ya*

Tycho is reading on a rooftop

Elio is soaking in the sun out on the coast

Grays is in the tavern, eating breakfast in the lounge area

 *Hmmm... could I have descriptions? I know Tycho is a tiefling.*

 tycho is a tall lithe tiefling with blueish skin and short black hair. he has short curled horns, like a ram, which are decorated by strings of silver with bleeding heart flower shaped pendants at the tip. His usual outfit is a loose dress shirt with a lavish overcoat, with pants that fit, but don't block range of movement, and no shoes due to their hooved feet.

Elio is a fire genasi with darkish red skin, short hair that looks like a crackling fire, and eyes that look like the dying charcoals of a camp fire. He wears an outfit consisting of pants that are tied at the ankles, boots, a vest with a symbol of a sun that is either setting or rising on the back, and a pair of black and yellow fingerless gloves

Grays is a tbaxi with gray fur, a white patch circling his mouth and down to his chest, and large curious green eyes. they wear a set of leather armor under a black cloak, with several small shiny trinkets hanging off their belt

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"Alright. Let's see..." She takes the brush, dipping a little bit of the brush's end in some black paint to start, and begins making lines on the canvas. Her hands are a little shaky, trying to keep the brush in one spot.

KK looks curiously at the small pouch for a moment, opening it and examining its contents. "Thank you very much, Henry." She says, producing one vial of deep crimson blood from the pouch and holding it up to the light.

 She uses her own hands, keeping them steady as they paint, smiling softly as she lets them continue to lead, only providing support "You are doin' great sweetheart, don't feel nervous, yer doin' great."

 The blood is certainly different from what is normal. It seems to have some kind of cursed effect to it, infused into it to the very core of it's being "Ah, no need to thank me for letting me do two things I love. Do you mind if I rest here for a moment?"

She nods in response, continuing to paint as best she can, cleaning the brush with prestidigitation and beginning to fill in some of the canvas she sectioned off with the lines of black paint with green.

"I don't mind at all, no. I do have one question, though. This blood... what did you get it from?" She looks at the vial with keen interest for a moment longer, before setting it back into the pouch.

 She happily watches as she subtly begins to help less and less, letting them paint on their own as the painting begins to take form, curious as to what it may end up being.

 He collapses next to the desk, pulling up his shirt to reveal a deep slash wound across his chest, still bleeding, though he continues to speak as if he's fine "The beasts of my home have a... different quality when it comes to blood... a special significance you could say."

Omori is so invested in her painting, and Merabelle is being so subtle with her helping less and less, she doesn't really notice she's not being guided. She adds a bit more green, and then some blue, and then a bit of white, and a touch of yellow... and after about half an hour, the painting is done- the four lilies she grew, outside in the snow. It's a little wonky in places, what with this being her first real attempt at painting anything, but the image is still clear enough to be understood.

"Fascinating... My darlings will love this, I'm certain of it." She says, looking back at a few of her recent, more monstrous designs. "Maybe we can make something entirely new with it, as well..." She muses, chuckling a bit.