(( don't think so.))

How sad Rain wante to Move Xanic away from her Oni XD))

(( Just have a stranger come in and try to kill everybody. . .instant fight scene, w00t! ))

( I'm tired. I'm bored. If you guys are gonna do nothing, then let's have fuuun~ <D )

( *Tugs on Rain's dress and bops her wand thingy.* )

( If it's going to be a fight scene, then it HAS to be epic! I can set that up! >D )

( Muahahahahaha~ )

[[i joined Shuugetsu Highschool RP xD]]

((I'm assuming Rin had to go meditate or something before he could do his little soul rip trick cause I wanna RP. Short post but it's a start :P ))

Oni moaned a little and snuggled to the warm body. He still felt tired but didn't think he could sleep anymore. Opening his eyes he said softly,"I'm hungry."

((the irony with that statement is Rain doesn't wear dresses... but I know you meant me. *Pokes with staff/wand thing*

If we have a fight scene I probably won't reply XD I have a couple things I need to reply to *sigh* Just say Rain fell into a strange coma if you have to xd. We can say she caught a virus... and of course will be too out of it from a fever to heal herself xD))

((I hate this comp..))

Pre'acha'n ran out of the library, carrying about five huge books. "Guys, I found something! It needs a suitable vessel, but I think we could do it! Really!" he shouted, clattering down the stairs and nearly dropping the books. "I need someone to look it over, though, because I'm not sure if I wrote it out right." he dumped the books on a table, pulling out a sheet of paper and waving it in the air.

[[im too lazy to try and join RP xD]

((I will probably join it ... first I have to catch up on some other rps T.T I stop for a day or two and I get behind lol xD))

((okay and that was an epic fail. . .hey bird man looks like it may be just you n me ))

( NOT YET! I'm going through my contacts. MY first and second begging attempts failed, but I have a third! >D Muahahahahah~! )

((hey at least he found a spell so we might be able to do it without Rain XD))

((Considering he knows runic and a bit of arcane magics, yeah, he might be able to do it alone... *explosion of feathers* Or maybe not... But we shall see!))

((hehe well he'll probably have Rain's help <.< it's more Rin I meant to say xd. But anywho, if he could do it alone it'd be conviant Xd. *trying to catch up with a dozen things * ))

((It's okay, you can catch up... just remember that bordboy is waving a paper with a spell on it around, and he needs a response))

Consider the profile of a man, six-foot-one inches.

The door was opened and allowed to close behind him, crystalline eyes looking about. Exits... needed to know them.

Food... needed to have it.

This was an inn, wasn't it? Was it one of those old school types, where a person could get what they wanted and drop the pay in a till, or was this establishment actually staffed? Either was fine, thought there was a pang of hope that he'd be allowed to jump behind the bar, rummage for a bottle of the "good stuff," drop a coin or five that should be good for pay... and find a corner to drink it in.

"......"

I’ll look it over…” Said Rain, stirring slightly though she didn’t feel good. She felt kinda odd but said nothing, simply looking at Oni and hugging him closer. She held out her hand for the paper’s and things, hoping that his spell would work. Anything….Anything to save Oni. She glanced up as the new person who entered, curious but for once saying quiet

Dante perked up as the door opened. Well, that was sudden. The place had been empty for so long, he was starting to think of the last bar he'd 'worked' at. (More of volunteered out of pure boredom.) He looked up at the other, noting the man's dark skin color and, overall grizzly looks. What was up with that stash? Maybe he was Arabic or something?

His eyes caught sight of the tattoos, having almost missed them. Well, black on black was hard to pick out! He bit the inside on his lip, peeked over at the three by the couch, then waved to the new guy. "Yo." It was all he had to say, really. He didn't own this damned place.

The man wore black slacks and a black shirt. There were metal bands visible on his forearms, and he wore something that looked like a metal skirt. Anyone able to look behind him would see that the very rear of it was longer, covering his tail.

Consider the profile of a man who was obviously, in some ways more than others, a wolf. Not a common dog... his tail and claws (on the hand presented to the hostess, as well as the other hand and his feet), the pointed ears, the pointed stare told of more pride than a dog might accept or demand. His entire right arm was covered in what could only be described as an intricate tattoo of Tribal and Techno stylings, a tattoo that reached up his shoulder and the left side of his neck to touch his cheek.

He looked at her hand curiously, as if it were a present... a gift, something ponderous and curious, alien. After looking to the man who also greeted, and the other people who randomly looked about, he looked back down to the hostess.

"Eme...riah."

The others wouldn't feel anything... but Emeriah would quickly note that his hand felt as if he'd just pulled it from a meat freezer.

"Do you cook?"