Lord's Rest Inn

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Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library of the tavern, reading queitly.

 *Time to torture Scott!*

  An all too familiar smell of blood fills the air as Dracula enters the tavern, a sandwich in hand, his teeth covered in a red substance, most likely blood.

 Scott jumps almost instantly, the book dropping to the ground with a soft thud. He blinks a few times, taking a few steps back.

 Dracula, not liking the attention much, turns into a mist, that mist moving to a table in the dark corner of the room and reforming Dracula, as he continues to eat his sandwich.

 Scott sighs and goes back to reading, staying as far away as humanly possible.

 He feels a slight echoing in his mind, something compelling him to come closer to Dracula, only a little echoing, but there.

 He closes his eyes, shaking his head. He has heard Khemet's voice, he has heard The Writers voice.. but not this one.

 The voice remains silent, simply a whisper, an infectious whisper, but just a whisper.

 He looks up, teeth gritted "Stop." He says, his voice a bit shaky.

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*Hey everyone, anybody want to role play with me?*

 *raises paw*

 *Oh hey Salem, who do you want? The cards are in your hands  paws.*

 *mmmm, Marie*

 *Just Marie? If you wish.*

 Marie has stolen much more than she needs to, and is now fixing his dulled pickaxe, humming to herself.

 *I lied I want Damian too.*

Jax emits a low whistle from behind her, resting a paw on her shoulder. He is rather blood free this time around

Saphuno has perfected her Spaghetti recipe, and is pushing for every one sitting at the bar to try it.

 She raises her eyes to look at Jax, Jax can see two beautiful, if mismatched eyes, orange and blue “Hellllo there hot stuff.” She says with a smile.

Damian walks out of a portal, freshly shower and carrying his old clothes, the smell of the tropics on his body. He waves “Hey babe.”

 "Got enough booty?" He says, raising an eyebrow, staring into her eyes.

"Hey, love. Wedding's tomorrow" She says casually, dishing out a plate.

 She looks behind herself “I’d say so. But I think we should focus on the jewels I’ve collected at the moment.” She says with a smile, knowing what he meant.

 Damian nods and sits at the plate, “I’ll make sure to be there.” He laughs a bit, and manifests a fork with a hellish design.

 "Not what I meant, but now that you mention it~" He snickers, letting his eyes wander. "Well, look what I got yesterday." He pulls out a wad of cash and hands it to Marie. It must be at least 75,000 Marks

"Good boy. Eat, you need your strength." She begins to toil over the stove once again.

 She sticks herself out just a bit for him, before taking out the jewels she had found in the coffins “These were just lying around. I wouldn’t know how much I got exactly, but I wouldn’t say it’s a little.” She holds up a handful of them, glistening.

 He spins the fork into the food, taking a lingering bite with a smile “Mmmm, couldn’t be more perfect.”

 "Looks pricey." He says, sitting down next to her.

"Bellisimo.. f[g]p!..." She says, dashing to the sink, holding her paw.

 She does a gesture and the jewels disappear “Does it? Hmm. You know, Reese is looking to take a bite out of you,” She pokes his nose “But you’re aren’t you?”

 Damian immediately jumps up from his seat and casts Power word Heal on her, the word being “[gp]!”

 He sighs, picking up the wad of cash. "I dunno, she's cute, but.. you do crime, like me." he shrugs, leaning into her.

"What the.." she says as she looks at her paw, the burn no longer there, let alone hurting.

 She lays down slightly “You don’t know? Either way, I suppose we’ll have to see who wins the bet. If we tie we’ll have to share you.” 

 He makes sure the wound is completely healed before calming down “Good, you’re not hurt anymore. Great.”

 "I don't think I would spend the rest of my life with her, depends on how she is around just me.. she's like a little fireball.." He lays down with her

"What did you do?..." She narrows her eyes, looking at him.

 “A little fireball is right. You can talk that out with her, do you want to do anything fun?” 

 He rubs his head “I just healed the wound with my magic talents, it’s what I did while I was a pirate.”

 "With you? Always." he says, stretching a bit, yawning.

She tilts her head, trying to comprehend this information, but waves her paw, dismissing it. "You're.... God... no more crime, Kay?"

 She jumps up with a flip, landing gracefully “What would you like to do, I’m up for anything. Anything~”

 He grins wide “I haven’t been doing any pirating for a while, but if you don’t want me robbing anyone I won’t my love.” He kisses her.

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 Marvin Eigenghast is sitting cross-legged nearby. He wasn't there a minute ago, and seems to have appeared while Stroth wasn't looking. He is dressed in casual clothes, old jeans and a T-shirt without any graphics. He's not looking at her, just cleaning his cracked black revolver, which seems to have blue flesh and eyes growing from it. He's being very gentle with the obviously cursed weapon.

 She sets the meat aside, grinning madly "There. Now I can sell this to those icky (GP)s and make a profit!"

 He looks up for a moment. "Demon flesh has a distinctive appearance, taste and smell, even as jerky. You'll have to find some very strange or desperate palates." He holsters his firearm.

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*Anyways, roll tide.*

Alix is sitting in the tavern, eating a basket of cheese fries with green onion, cheddar, colby jack, and bacon on it. He is dressed in his tank-top and his brown shorts. He has set aside all his rings and necklaces so they don't get messy. 

 

 A cloaked figure passes by his table, dropping a letter on to it. The envelope is addressed to Alix, and there is a heart on either side of his name.

 Alix blinks, licking his paws clean. He opens it carefully, as not to rip anything.

 Inside is a romantic, if not cheesy letter. I wont go into much detail, cause I suck at eloquency in such matters, but it's sweet none the less. It's signed R.S

 He blinks, reading it over again. He then looks up and around, ears twitching.

 He would see a few tavern goers, people passing through, Saphuno at the bar chatting with Damian, Aeris sitting at a table, Jax in one corner, and Reese in the other.

 He brings the letter up to his nose, sniffing it carefully.

 Clever lad... Assuming he's committed Reese's scent to memory, the letter is drenched in it. It smells as if it was freshly penned.

 He looks over at her, thinking. He then stands up, taking his items with him, putting them back on. He walks over and sits beside her, holding the letter in one paw.