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[toplay_thefool]

[The inn is seldom, if ever, empty. There are always people there, and currently Souji, Yosuke, and Aaron are in the kitchen, preparing food. Or Souji and Aaron are, anyway. Yosuke’s there to taste-test, whine about Mystery Food X, and probably bitch a bit, which is fine by the other two, provided he keeps up the tasting. Just because they’re out

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[timid_werewolf]

[Aaron found comfort in the kitchens of the inn. It reminded him of the eatery of World's End, and that in turn was a vague memory of the cafe back in London. Moments like this, especially in the turmoil caused by the fae were few and far between, and the teenager cherished it.

Moreso, of course because he had friends around his own age to share these moments with. With the voice from the communicator, and the memory of the legends that had frightened him as a child returning he had beenon edge, a fact notlost on anyone who visited the inn. Dreizehn, Sechs and Sieben, and even the newest member of the teen's pack, the pug Funf had all kept close, remaining near the doorway to the inn, within hearing distance of their master.

At the request, Aaron looked up from stirring the small pan before him and nodded, stretching as he stepped back, heading for the door.

Yeah, sure thing, Souji! I'll be right back, alright?

[And he slipped out of the door, heading into the main room of the inn, making his way towards the stairs. The cupboard

[dem_nasties]

[The light from Aaron's candle casts a soft orange glow on the woodwork, between the planks that form the door. Through them is blackness and gloom - and, in the pale stripe of light that manages to shine between them, thin as a knife...

is the gleam of the candlelight reflecting on one wide open eye, staring not at Aaron but straight ahead.

Waiting for something, apparently.]

[andallforone]

[Yosuke is on edge. He's jittery and jumpy, feeling like he has to move, has to pace, has to do something or his bones will snap. It was all well and good, honestly, until this morning, when he'd woke up and hadn't been able to get dressed until he cranked up the volume on his mp3 player (losing battery for that and fast) and blasted the unease away for a few seconds.

Naturally, he hadn't shared that fact with anyone, though Souji may have noticed something when he leaped to join him and Aaron at the Inn. He hoped that his friend chalked it up as eagerness to be the taste-tester of delicious food, but knew him well enough not to expect that.

But things were fun and, very definitely, easier with Souji and Aaron in the kitchen, and he leaned back against the counter as he poked Souji's elbow.]

So what are you guys making tonight? Can I try some now?

[timid_werewolf]

[For a moment, the werewolf was just -still-. He didn't move at all in that split second, staring, transfixed in horror at the sight before him. There was a thing in the cupboard. And even if it was simply staring forward, the simple fact that it existed at all terrified him.

When Aaron finally found the will to move he did so in an explosion of motion, the candle falling from his hand and guttering, dimming the room further as an almost embarrasing shriek of fright left his lips. In his haste to scramble back, he tripped over his own legs, falling back. To his credit, he didn't shriek again, though he did call out as Dreizehn approached, wrapping his thin arms about the direwolf's neck.]

SOUJI!