Silver Virgin Inn(Open)

[Evil McBadGuy]

Mission 1: Find the room the little lady was staying in.

This would be tough. Morrison refused to help this time, and Vincent couldn't very well just go opening all the doors until he found her. No, this would require a certain amount of cunning.

Morrison wouldn't mind if Vinny borrowed a glass real quick right? He thought not. Moving fast, the boy zipped back and forth between doorways upstairs, listening on on whatever he could. So far though, no luck in finding the lucky number.

[Steinerman]

Francis leaned back on the bed, letting his frame come into contact with the nearest wall. "So, about the plan." He began, voice still soft. "How in the world are we going to make that happen?"

Bob shrugged once, "Figured you'd come up with something, you normally do. We've got a week or two to figure it out, at any rate. A day or two in Minervum before moving to Zailleon for the actual mission."

Francis mulled over their problem. Laramie was supposed to infiltrate the Korin, and he still wasn't positive how they'd manage to get her into it. Theoretically her name would help, she may have preferred "Wish" as her last name, but "Vister" was more accurate and helpful at the moment.

And then another thought popped up, "And what about her little incident in the mine? That was a lot of blood. We should probably talk to her about it."

Again, Bob grunted, eyes still focused on his book. "Little girl covered in blood, what's not to like?" He questioned vaguely.

Francis snorted and shook his head with amusement, "you would say that." He muttered.

A large grin appeared on Bob's face, revealing a set of sharp teeth. "Yes, I wou-" He paused, his expression suddenly bereft of amusement, his ears twitched. "Someone's at the door." He muttered. "Placing something against it, scraping sounds." In a flash Bob had withdrawn a .45 caliber revolver from somewhere on his person and had it aimed lazily at the door.

Francis gently put a hand on the barrel of the large gun, forcing it downwards. "Relax, It's probably just that kid. Just keep quiet and hopefully he'll go away."

Bob growled, but grudgingly did as his partner requested.

[Evil McBadGuy]

And then, an obviously fake female voice.

"Room service!"

Vin got ready to dash.

[Steinerman]

There was an exasperated groan from the other side of the room as the voice brought Laramie out of her too-short nap. She glared foggily at the door, then called out across the room, "You ordered room service?"

Bob chortled like a maniac as he saw Francis glare and throw up his hands. "So much for being quiet." He said, eyes alight with joviality.

Francis turned the glare towards his partner before answering Laramie, "No. It's probably a mistake. I'll take care of it." He replied with annoyance before standing and making his way to the door. He opened it just far enough to glare out at the offender, "You're not room service, so go away."

[Evil McBadGuy]

The offender was a little boy with thick glasses. "Sorry mister. Someone told me to come tell you." The little one adjusted his glasses as he read a small piece of note paper he had with him. "Oh, he also said you smelled bad." The kid quickly glanced left and right and took a small, quick whiff. Seemed whoever told him to bother the room was right. Yuck.

[Steinerman]

Francis let his sunglasses slip a little to allow his blue eyes their full intensity as he turned his glare against the child. "You shouldn't do things for oddly-dressed boys with pink hair, didn't your mother teach you that? Now beat it, kid."

With that he closed the door and locked it before turning to meet Laramie's gaze. "The boy would seem to be interested in you." He said without emotion.

Laramie stared groggily at him before nodding in understanding. "Crap, this is my fault."

Bob padded out from behind the curtain and headed straight for the remains of a plate of food doused in sweet-and-sour sauce. "Nah, not really. He's your age and outrageously dressed, hard to ignore a boy like that." He muttered. "The fact that he's also stubborn and wants to find out more about you just means that you're alluring."

"I don't want to be alluring." Laramie said, annoyance plain in her voice and expression.

Bob shrugged, "Tough, you are. Don't worry about it. We'll head to Minervum tomorrow, and then to Zailleon after we're done there. We'll lose the boy along the way."

Francis headed back for his and Bob's side of the room, "sorry to wake you up. Get some sleep, Laramie."

[Evil McBadGuy]

Laramie! That was her name! "Thanks kid." Vince whispered to the boy who helped him, giving him some coins for the service. Still, it was a shame she'd be leaving in the morning. But hey, if she was gonna leave, Vin might as well leave a lasting impression. And thus, phase two of the plan began, getting ready for morning...

[Steinerman]

Laramie nodded sleepily in response to Francis' suggestion that she go back to bed, she was exhausted and loathe to waste a good bed when she'd been used to hard ground for past few weeks. She closed her eyes, listening to the oddly comforting sound of Bob and Francis joking back-and-forth, something about pirates and sandy shores.


. . .


The next thing Laramie knew, a furry paw was gently shaking her awake. She opened her eyes to gaze upon the all-too cute Bob Rasven. She had to mentally impose the fact that he was a hardened killer who was at least twenty years older than she. But still, he looked like a mix between a badger and a black bear, and when he wasn't smiling viciously or smoking a cigar he looked quite adorable.

Then he smiled, ruining the cute effect with rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Morning, sleepy-head." He said conversationally.

She sat bolt-upright, "Oh crap, oh crap." She said with panic. "What time is it? We were supposed to leave early, what time is it?"

Bob made a show of checking a non-existent watch upon his furry wrist before answering, "About nine o'clock. We thought you needed the sleep. Besides, Minervum isn't that far, we should be there in four or five hours."

She gazed intently at the smaller creature for a moment, "alright," she said with grudging appreciation. "Thanks, I guess I did need the sleep."

Bob's grin grew wider, "so I noticed, sounds like you didn't sleep much at the mine. You feeling good enough to walk? Ol' Pointy-ears went down to grab some sandwiches for the trip, so breakfast will be on the road."

She nodded, "yeah, let me wash up for a sec, then I'll be ready."

The small creature nodded and walked off to the other side of the room to wait.

[Evil McBadGuy]

Rise and shine! Vince dashed over toward the Inn as quick as he could. If he were lucky, Laramie and her crew hadn't left quite yet. He opened the front door, only to notice that old man elf standing there. Quickly, he dodged to the side of the doorway to hide. Hopefully he hadn't been seen. Still, this atleast meant that he could put his plans in motion, as this meant she'd probably not left yet.

[Steinerman]

Francis thanked the innkeeper politely, took the wrapped sandwiches and placed them in a satchel, then headed back upstairs to fetch Laramie. He paused for a moment, something had caught his eye near the doorway. His icy stare stayed with the empty doorway for a few seconds before he chuckled and continued on his way.

He entered their room to find Laramie with a freshly scrubbed face and a wide-awake look, a back-pack already slung over one arm. "Well, I was going to ask if you were ready, but I think we all know the answer to that question." Francis said lightly, tossing her the satchel with the sandwiches. "That's breakfast, we'll eat on the road."

Laramie caught the bag easily and clipped it to her backpack, "Where's Bob going to go?" She questioned quizzically.

Bob checked the chamber of his revolver one last time before sliding it into the holster hidden within his fur. "I'll slip out the window and meet up with you guys on the road, no worries." He said before taking a peek out the window and then hopping over the windowsill and out into the daylight.

Laramie tried to muffle a giggle in response to the small creature's cavalier attitude, but decided muffling it would seem even sillier than not. Francis chuckled along with her, then with a sweeping wave of his arm opened the door and ushered her out.

[Evil McBadGuy]

And so the time came when the trio would set off on the road. Vincentes, seeing it as his last opportunity, began to gave chase. Unfortunately for him, the world did not smile on his antics, and thus he was hit by a falling object from the sky, knocking him out and preventing him from catching up to Laramie. Poor bastard.

[Ryo]

-Several Hours Later-

A man was standing over the crushed, pink haired man, examining the object that had struck him. "Interesting material for such a place. Oh well." He then moved right along and into the Silver Virgin Inn. Hey, it's better than nothing... Probably.

[Evil McBadGuy]

Rubbing the star symbol on his head, Vincentes slowly rose to his senses. Seemed the girl he'd been chasing after was long gone. Her brother must've slugged him. Wouldn't be the first time such a thing happened. Going back inside to the Inn, he noticed a new customer now taking a seat. Seemed interesting. Maybe he knew something. "Hey there man my name's Vin and-"

[Ryo]

"I don't care." The man was clearly irritated, having been assaulted with sordid smells throughout the inn. Hell, that they could even call this an inn was an insult to proper establishments. The place was just a run down shack. "...You're still there? Leave before I call the management."

[Evil McBadGuy]

"I AM the management!"