The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Rose Quartz]

“Good point,” Cam said, giggling when he spun her around. Something about the atmosphere, the music, the dim lighting, the coolness of the air... it made her feel like she had enough energy to run a marathon. She grinned and spun Kipp around like an uno reverse.


(So when are these people going to order dinner? When are the Borealans+kids and group going to split)

“Really? Do Rugæn guides not exist anymore?” Korim asked, looking up at the men towering around him. They all looked like they were trying to send messages of condolences with their eyes. Those are brave little strangers, but they’re also quite dead. Korim heaved a sigh of annoyance, and only after his expression of exasperation did one finally speak.
“A guide?” Yeah, that’s what I asked about, didn’t I? Thought Korim. And all I got were negations. The man who spoke pale yellow eyes that glowed in the dark corner where he was standing. He had a raspy voice that increased in volume dramatically to punctuate random points like he was telling his favorite story. He leaned into the light a bit more and his face was a bit less intimidating, but he only leaned to apply physical contact, which seemed to be something the Rugæ enjoyed. He clasped a hand on his shoulder, shook Korim a bit, and said, “There’s only one person you could trust with that kind of a responsibility and that would be Armon. He never talks. But he’s loyal, and he’s the sort who can always find you a way out of a scrape, and he knows his directions perfectly. He’s a pathfinder. You’re fortunate he’s here today. Most, he’d be trekking them mountains, am I right?”
Korim didn’t know if the man was right, but he nodded anyways. “Where do I find this Armon?” he asked, searching the group of men.
The talkative man pointed at a table where one hulking form sat alone with a mug clasped in his dark hands. He was silent for a moment, to let the picture sink into Korim’s mind. “He doesn’t talk. But he works for pay. Or maybe thrill or maybe... he has some idea of kindness. He just enjoys his abilities being of use.”

Rylie proudly showed a pair of non-feline-eating house rodents to the nice old lady. She seemed very happy about it and cooed at him and petted him, though not under the chin like he liked it. Probably wanting a useful little beast like him around her inn. Once he was satisfied with her pleasure, Rylie met his revolting daily requirements for bones, fur, and organs.
Kyle ate his carbs some distance away. He hated watching Rylie eat.
Of course this was the point where the “nice”elderly lady invaded personal space and preened over how “adorable” -or whatever the Portsmoth word for it was- that a miniature human was.
But, having met Cam and other people of her sort, Kyle tolerated it calmly.

(IDK when you're ready for the noise to be done the bar owner can kick them all out. XD)

 

[HeavensHens88]

Aella closed the door behind her, instantly leaning on the doorframe. Another migraine was pounding through her skull, a mixture from alcohol, loud noise and overall just dealing with Hana. She was by no means the worst drunk person she had to take care of, but with the memories she had affiliated with people and too much alcohol never made it easy.
Pushing off the doorframe, she made her way back into the main room, grimancing against the harsh music. Music was something she could never tire of, the rhythm, the beats, the voices. It was something that could keep her occupied for hours if need be, but the noise made her migraine spike higher.
Her gaze flickered around the room, falling on each person in turn, but she didn't find the face she was searching for. It wasn't like she was going to talk to kids, they were all doing other things away. Blair and Take were conveniently missing, not that she liked them anyway. Kevin was unoccupied, but she barely knew him, and it would take far too much energy to converse with someone she didn't know.
So, she kept moving, past the bar, past the pretty blonde that tried to hand her another mug, and headed out the door. No, she didn't know where she was going, but she could only hope she'd find who she was looking for. The moment she stepped outside was like a sudden relief. Though she still heard noise, it was nowhere near as loud as was.
Light drifted through the window, blanketing the grass, but she still harnessed a flame in one hand. And there on the grass, she found who she was looking for. Ciro and the bundle of her fur beside him.
She dropped down with a thud beside him, staring out into the town. The silence was better then speaking, since she currently did not have the mental capacity to form any conversation starter, and so she sat quietly beside him, tossing a flame between her hands and along her fingertips, watching in fascination of her own power.

Ciro's efforts to rid himself out his drink had taken both him and the wolf outside. It'd taken every imperfect piece of his scattered concentration, but he'd finally managed to hurl it over the local bridge and come to rest harmlessly in the murky river that ran beneath.
While still in the inn, he'd glimpsed Aella struggling with a very drunken and forward Hana out of the corner of his eye. There had been that part of him that longed to interfere -especially when the dim lighting illuminated the discomfort written plainly across Aella's face- but then the both of them had suddenly disappeared into thin air and he'd been left with his own ineradicable problem to eradicate.
Now, she seemed calm enough, which he was glad for. Ciro knew from experience that just dealing with intoxicated people -especially those you knew personally- could have an adverse effect even if you weren't drunk yourself. Made you question things. Them, their circumstances, their past, their future. The same things about completely unrelated others.
Wonder why the world was like the way it was.
Even more so than usual.
He let himself drift a bit, guided by the luminous trail of her mindless flames.
Then, suddenly, two words were out, and he couldn't even recall forming them behind his tongue to start with.
"You good?"

 

[HeavensHens88]

“Well, I’m going to head back to the main room, if that’s okay with you all,” Korim said, standing up and unpeeling Nat’s hand awkwardly. He backed out of the room then ran down the hall into the main room, hoping he could escape that nightmare.

He thought he could escape.
Haha, he thought he could escape.
"HE THINKS HE CAN ESCAPE," muttered Nat to herself as she slunk down what was most definitely a hallway to nowhere.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Ciro's efforts to rid himself out his drink had taken both him and the wolf outside. It'd taken every imperfect piece of his scattered concentration, but he'd finally managed to hurl it over the local bridge and come to rest harmlessly in the murky river that ran beneath.
While still in the inn, he'd glimpsed Aella struggling with a very drunken and forward Hana out of the corner of his eye. There had been that part of him that longed to interfere -especially when the dim lighting illuminated the discomfort written plainly across Aella's face- but then the both of them had suddenly disappeared into thin air and he'd been left with his own ineradicable problem to eradicate.
Now, she seemed calm enough, which he was glad for. Ciro knew from experience that just dealing with intoxicated people -especially those you knew personally- could have an adverse effect even if you weren't drunk yourself. Made you question things. Them, their circumstances, their past, their future. The same things about completely unrelated others.
Wonder why the world was like the way it was.
Even more so than usual.
He let himself drift a bit, guided by the luminous trail of her mindless flames.
Then, suddenly, two words were out, and he couldn't even recall forming them behind his tongue to start with.
"You good?"

Aella leaned back slightly when he spoke, his gentle voice still seeming far too loud for her. Part of her had a retort on her tongue, a lie instantaneously forming. A laugh would be forced and they'd fall back into silence and she wouldn't have to answer a question she hated.
No one asked her how she was, and when they did she didn't know how to answer. The strange predicament she found, was that when people ask how you are, they don't really care. Normally it was asked carelessly, like they had to ask but silently wished you would stay silent and say you were fine.
Most of the time people didn't care.
In the light of the flames, her face twitched, her nose scrunching slightly as she thought. Realizing that the silence had been drawing on uncomfortably long, she drew in a heavy breath. She finally drew her gaze away from the fire to settle on Ciro's. It was nearly impossible to admit, and she thought about looking away and not uttering another word to him, but she forced herself to keep eye contact and speak.
"I've...I've been better."

 

[Rose Quartz]

“Good point,” Cam said, giggling when he spun her around. Something about the atmosphere, the music, the dim lighting, the coolness of the air... it made her feel like she had enough energy to run a marathon. She grinned and spun Kipp around like an uno reverse.


(So when are these people going to order dinner? When are the Borealans+kids and group going to split)

“Really? Do Rugæn guides not exist anymore?” Korim asked, looking up at the men towering around him. They all looked like they were trying to send messages of condolences with their eyes. Those are brave little strangers, but they’re also quite dead. Korim heaved a sigh of annoyance, and only after his expression of exasperation did one finally speak.
“A guide?” Yeah, that’s what I asked about, didn’t I? Thought Korim. And all I got were negations. The man who spoke pale yellow eyes that glowed in the dark corner where he was standing. He had a raspy voice that increased in volume dramatically to punctuate random points like he was telling his favorite story. He leaned into the light a bit more and his face was a bit less intimidating, but he only leaned to apply physical contact, which seemed to be something the Rugæ enjoyed. He clasped a hand on his shoulder, shook Korim a bit, and said, “There’s only one person you could trust with that kind of a responsibility and that would be Armon. He never talks. But he’s loyal, and he’s the sort who can always find you a way out of a scrape, and he knows his directions perfectly. He’s a pathfinder. You’re fortunate he’s here today. Most, he’d be trekking them mountains, am I right?”
Korim didn’t know if the man was right, but he nodded anyways. “Where do I find this Armon?” he asked, searching the group of men.
The talkative man pointed at a table where one hulking form sat alone with a mug clasped in his dark hands. He was silent for a moment, to let the picture sink into Korim’s mind. “He doesn’t talk. But he works for pay. Or maybe thrill or maybe... he has some idea of kindness. He just enjoys his abilities being of use.”

Rylie proudly showed a pair of non-feline-eating house rodents to the nice old lady. She seemed very happy about it and cooed at him and petted him, though not under the chin like he liked it. Probably wanting a useful little beast like him around her inn. Once he was satisfied with her pleasure, Rylie met his revolting daily requirements for bones, fur, and organs.
Kyle ate his carbs some distance away. He hated watching Rylie eat.
Of course this was the point where the “nice”elderly lady invaded personal space and preened over how “adorable” -or whatever the Portsmoth word for it was- that a miniature human was.
But, having met Cam and other people of her sort, Kyle tolerated it calmly.

Kipp led her around the floor, oddly carefree, and remarkably happy. His earlier doubts completely forgotten, drowned out by the yelling chanting music of another language. They turned back and forth several times avoiding Juliana, and the others that seemed to be dancing. Continuing until the music started dying down and many of the patrons had left.

(I must asleep now. Ni ni)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(Oops.

I can imagine him shoving a shirt over Take’s head.
“You just need a shirt. It’s on the house.”)

(Now he be like “Just keep it. It’s already contaminated. I don’t care that it’s not your size.” Alex *walks around very proudly with a coat that drags the ground*
The man just gives away clothes out of intimidation. Several young men in one clothing shop is not a good thing... but I wonder... is several young women worse?)
Kyle realized no one was paying attention to him so he slid behind a dangling piece of fabric. He didn’t want to get stepped on, and using the man’s precious clothing as a shield seemed to be the most effective prevention.

Kipp was unresponsive so Korim snatched the bird and prepared to hand it to the man, but he was now chasing one of the small children who seemed to feel that his only purpose in life was to inconvenience his elders. Like seriously, who would let themselves get kidnapped by a corrupted soul?

Kipp, not understanding what the man asked, thought his reaching hand was just a normal conversational gesture. So he didn't put the extremely expensive thing into his hand. Korim taking it without warning earned him an annoyed judgmental frown. Apparently some of the new people in this group didn't have a problem with shoving their way through life.

The man suddenly started yelling waving his arms at Alex and moving toward him. He didn't know what was going on, Korim didn't seem to care, and Take was doing his own thing. Did that mean he had to do something? Despite how nerve-racking it was to put himself between the shouting old man and the kid he still did it. Standing protectively between them with his hands up in front of him. He didn't want to fight, but he didn't know what he was yelling about, and neither did Alex.

Korim had kinda forgotten Kipp probably needed a translation. Oh... and Alex too.
“Alex! No touching the merchandise!” he snapped. A great translator, that’s me.
“This man wants to examine the Fire Bird.”
Korim pressed the fragile bird in the man’s hand, ensuring the man’s boney fist was firmly closed around it before he let go.
“Admire it,” he said.

Tabner looked the boy up and down, taken aback by his defensive posture. "Get him out of here. I don't need grubby little paws all over my stuff." He said to Kipp waving a crooked finger at the little kid. He clicked his tongue picking up the jacket that had a tiny smudge on it, that most likely only he could see.



And shot a glare at Take who was suspiciously close to the wall of fabrics. "Whatever you're buying this will be paid by you as well. I can't possibly sell it now that it's been destroyed by that child." He said with a disgusted sneer.



Tabner took the little bird from Korim, and took the shining rock from one of the lanterns holding it close to the red bird.

Instead of shining purple in the blue light like a glass replica would, the tiny bird glowed bright red.
"Ah I see..." He peered up at Korim with an irritated sour look on his face. "What exactly are you looking for?"

"That's fine..." He said watching the old man retreat back to his place near the door muttering to himself. Offering his hand to Alex so he didn't get in to any more trouble. @RoostersAreAwesome

Alex giggled and darted away from the old man. Eventually he found himself near Kipp. When offered a hand, he enthusiastically gave him a high-five, grinning the whole time. Though he certainly didn’t want to be caught by the shopkeeper, Kipp’s shielding gave him a measure of confidence, and he tilted his chin up to look at the disgruntled old man.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(@Butterscotchbitesfinger do you have any free characters? )

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

(@Butterscotchbitesfinger do you have any free characters? )

(I have Eve, Ellie and Fred. Aria is a bit tipsy but she is free too)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Somehow, Alex had not managed to get his hands on a mug of ale.
Instead, he was drifting around sleepily. His level of tiredness was probably the one thing stopping him from starting a communist revolution amongst the chaos. He stumbled up to Noah and wasted no time in sitting down beside him. “Everyone’s beingsso crazy.” He said, his words slurring together to attest for his weariness. He squinted at all the people around them.
“Adults are dumbbb.” He concluded.

Maya was sitting at a table, absently watching the dancing and occasionally giggling for no apparent reason. She spotted several concerning instances out of the corner of her eye, but her mind couldn’t process them fast enough for her to do anything about them. So, she sat there, gradually drifting into a stupor.

Charlie existed weirdly.

 

[Amer]

Kipp led her around the floor, oddly carefree, and remarkably happy. His earlier doubts completely forgotten, drowned out by the yelling chanting music of another language. They turned back and forth several times avoiding Juliana, and the others that seemed to be dancing. Continuing until the music started dying down and many of the patrons had left.

(I must asleep now. Ni ni)

The night seemed to pass in a rush of energy and giddiness. Cam was dancing. Dancing with Kipp. When nearly everyone left, she felt a bit dazed and confused, and hungry and exhausted. Her limbs all had a shaky, fluttery feeling. “How long has it been?” she asked. It hadn’t felt very long. Korim was eating, and she asked, “Do you want dinner, because I do,” Cam told Kipp. The meat, hard-crusted bread, and vegetables that Korim was eating looked very inviting.

Somehow, Alex had not managed to get his hands on a mug of ale.
Instead, he was drifting around sleepily. His level of tiredness was probably the one thing stopping him from starting a communist revolution amongst the chaos. He stumbled up to Noah and wasted no time in sitting down beside him. “Everyone’s beingsso crazy.” He said, his words slurring together to attest for his weariness. He squinted at all the people around them.
“Adults are dumbbb.” He concluded.

Maya was sitting at a table, absently watching the dancing and occasionally giggling for no apparent reason. She spotted several concerning instances out of the corner of her eye, but her mind couldn’t process them fast enough for her to do anything about them. So, she sat there, gradually drifting into a stupor.

Charlie existed weirdly.

”Yeah,” Noah muttered. Even Cam was being unusually not-very-viligant and had abandoned him. Now she was dancing with Kipp. Not that Noah was much of a threat. He’d been bored for a while, unable to occupy himself, but now he was just tired and unmotivated to do anything
He slowly sank into the chair and drifted to sleep.