The Hotel's entrance hall is massive, an echoing reminder of the castle's once grand and lavish heyday. Marble sculptures and expertly woven tapestries embroidered with real gold thread line the thick stone walls. Large, overstuffed sofas and thick rugs are scattered about the corners of the room and while off to the right from then huge double doors a warm fire roars its welcome within a massive stone hearth. Above the double doors a huge stained glass window casts glittering color and light all around and where it cannot reach sconces that had once held candles have been converted to hold electric light bulbs. There are a few other modern touches to the medieval decor that can be noted as well. There are charging stations on several of the coffee and end tables and two televisions have been mounted to the wall opposite the hearth. One is currently showing a baseball game playing in Japan while the other has a rerun of an old 90's sitcom displayed upon its flat screen.
On the far end of the room, twin grand staircases spiral up to meet in an almost heart shaped arch before climbing higher yet to the second story and branching yet again towards the castles opposing wings. Nestled between these staircases is a large oak wood reception desk. Sitting, or rather lounging, behind said desk in a far too comfortable looking office chair is a main in purple and grey robes. There is a stylized purple dragon tattoo on his cheek and a smug smirk upon his face for any guest who might deign to approach him and interrupt him as he uses a small silver hand mirror to groom the short brown locks atop his handsome head.
Despite the very punchable look upon his face, Bartholomew is happy enough to set his mirror down the moment he is approached, putting on a professional but no less punchable smile upon his face as he does. "Hello! Welcome to the Farhaven Hotel! You're not expected, but then I don't think you expected the Hotel either, so it's no matter. What's your name? I'll find you a room and you can get some rest."
Everyone who comes to the Farhaven needs rest. That's what the Hotel is for after all, or so Caneadea has told him, and who is he to argue with a demigod?
On the far end of the room, twin grand staircases spiral up to meet in an almost heart shaped arch before climbing higher yet to the second story and branching yet again towards the castles opposing wings. Nestled between these staircases is a large oak wood reception desk. Sitting, or rather lounging, behind said desk in a far too comfortable looking office chair is a main in purple and grey robes. There is a stylized purple dragon tattoo on his cheek and a smug smirk upon his face for any guest who might deign to approach him and interrupt him as he uses a small silver hand mirror to groom the short brown locks atop his handsome head.
Despite the very punchable look upon his face, Bartholomew is happy enough to set his mirror down the moment he is approached, putting on a professional but no less punchable smile upon his face as he does. "Hello! Welcome to the Farhaven Hotel! You're not expected, but then I don't think you expected the Hotel either, so it's no matter. What's your name? I'll find you a room and you can get some rest."
Everyone who comes to the Farhaven needs rest. That's what the Hotel is for after all, or so Caneadea has told him, and who is he to argue with a demigod?
The doors gently opened, a little girl putting her young might into holding them for the tall man behind her. The man behind him caught the doors so she could slip in. The little girl had black hair in a messy form, covering one side of her face like a scribble on a piece of paper. Her poncho, a white and brown article designed with the image of a deer being chased by a wolf, the wolf chased by an elven man. She quickly adjusted her emerald circlet with her mitten, her oval ears twitching a bit. “Papa, this doesn’t look like home…”
“No, sweetheart, no it does not.” The little girl’s father agreed. He took his hat off, his dark brown hair having one side longer than the other, his long side having some red highlights. His black coat shook off some snow, then glanced to the man who welcomed them. He approached him, his little girl by his side. “Hey, this may sound odd but… we just found this place by chance. We were on our way home and found yourselves here from a tough storm. Where are we?”
“No, sweetheart, no it does not.” The little girl’s father agreed. He took his hat off, his dark brown hair having one side longer than the other, his long side having some red highlights. His black coat shook off some snow, then glanced to the man who welcomed them. He approached him, his little girl by his side. “Hey, this may sound odd but… we just found this place by chance. We were on our way home and found yourselves here from a tough storm. Where are we?”
Barty's little welcome speech peters out half way through as his eyes fall upon the adorable little girl currently pushing the door open with all her might. His eyes light up and all that smug and smirk and self importance drains away in an instant. He almost finds himself leaping over the reception desk to help. It's far too late, however, as her father (apparently) beats him to it. He shall have to be satisfied with greeting their newest guests once they make it across the vast reception hall and up to his desk.
The man's comment causes the wizard to chuckle, though he seems to only have eyes for the little girl. Great big adoring big brother eyes. Man, he misses his siblings. He should talk to Caneadea about taking some time off to go visit them soon.
"Honestly, my friend, that doesn't sound odd at all," the strange, tattooed receptionist assures their new guest with a shake of his head and a friendly wrinkle of his nose for the little girl. "Not here at least. Especially if you were in a storm. Farhaven is just that. A haven. You needed it, so it found you. Here. Let me get you a room."
With an energetic clap of his hands the man swings around in an exaggerated manner so that he can pretend to do a bunch of important movements that really just boil down to him picking a key out of a small pile nestled in a desk drawer and pulling a quill from its nearby well.
"Here you go, my friend," he offers, holding the quill out towards the father. "Just write your names here." With a tap he indicates the large, thick tome open on the desk between them both. "We'll put you up in the Tiara room. It's got two beds."
Then he looks down at the little girl and gives her a conspiratorial wink. "Plus, you've got a little princess with you, don't you?"
The man's comment causes the wizard to chuckle, though he seems to only have eyes for the little girl. Great big adoring big brother eyes. Man, he misses his siblings. He should talk to Caneadea about taking some time off to go visit them soon.
"Honestly, my friend, that doesn't sound odd at all," the strange, tattooed receptionist assures their new guest with a shake of his head and a friendly wrinkle of his nose for the little girl. "Not here at least. Especially if you were in a storm. Farhaven is just that. A haven. You needed it, so it found you. Here. Let me get you a room."
With an energetic clap of his hands the man swings around in an exaggerated manner so that he can pretend to do a bunch of important movements that really just boil down to him picking a key out of a small pile nestled in a desk drawer and pulling a quill from its nearby well.
"Here you go, my friend," he offers, holding the quill out towards the father. "Just write your names here." With a tap he indicates the large, thick tome open on the desk between them both. "We'll put you up in the Tiara room. It's got two beds."
Then he looks down at the little girl and gives her a conspiratorial wink. "Plus, you've got a little princess with you, don't you?"
The inner theater kid to the father had him tingling a bit, seeing how theatric this man’s movements was. He also noticed the glances of admiration towards his child, a look he could recognize with a glance of his own. He took the quill and wrote down his and his daughter’s name.
The little girl smiled, showing her irregular mouth. Wide, reaching to the corner of her jaws, with a set of shark-like teeth. She glanced at the man before her, raising her hand covered with her mitten. “I’m Sember of Skennen Kowa.” She introduced herself. “This is my papa, Diran Jiru.”
And the names written on the ledger would show it, the names written clearly, but without the cursive flair that some adults would have. “If this is as you say, I guess I can roll with it. Never would have thought an inn or hotel would find us.”
The little girl smiled, showing her irregular mouth. Wide, reaching to the corner of her jaws, with a set of shark-like teeth. She glanced at the man before her, raising her hand covered with her mitten. “I’m Sember of Skennen Kowa.” She introduced herself. “This is my papa, Diran Jiru.”
And the names written on the ledger would show it, the names written clearly, but without the cursive flair that some adults would have. “If this is as you say, I guess I can roll with it. Never would have thought an inn or hotel would find us.”
Lady Nezz, a Word!
Hello, Lynn. Do you have a moment?
Pardon me. Miss Nezz?
Lynn, come join us!
Lynn! Lynn! Miss Nezz. Lynn Nezz! Miss Nezz!
~Nezznezzlynnnezznezzlynnlynn~
Overwhlemed... there was no other way to describe it. Another year. Another holiday gala where everyone in the room was trying to tug her along and gain her attention and favor. She needed to excuse herself.
Disappearing from the grand hall of the city conference center, Lynn fled with still swirling echoes of her own name ricochetting throughout her mind. Her winter dress gown flowed behind her as she accelerated up the stairs, away from the party, and with fingers pressing firmly now into her eyes as a headache stabbed deep through her skull. Throwing herself through the first door she could, she just needed a break! To be away. Take some time to herself and come back when she was ready.
She got exactly that.
The winter ready nymph prepared herself for a chilly blast as she exited the hall for one of the balconies. Instead, she found herself elsewhere. Quiet. Cozy. The entire atmosphere shifted and she was here now before a sign. Farhaven Hotel.
"Wait... wha~? Huuhhh!?" Her eyes went wide and she began to spin about now. Exit gone. Not retreat the way she came in. Just this place now ahead, and it's warm, welcoming, and already alluring aura that she had maybe just found some goddamned peace and quiet! She paused. Composed herself. She stood up straight and took a breath before brushing out her gown to smooth out some of the self cause wrinkles. Now, she walked. Onward to this hotel and the entry to find answers.
Entering in shortly after the father and child pair, Lynn folded her hands delicately across her belly, fiddling gently with some of the lace and ties of her outfit. She looked like a holiday princess! But this was not her castle. She was certainly lost, but tried her best to retain composure and certainty on her face while waiting her turn.
Hello, Lynn. Do you have a moment?
Pardon me. Miss Nezz?
Lynn, come join us!
Lynn! Lynn! Miss Nezz. Lynn Nezz! Miss Nezz!
~Nezznezzlynnnezznezzlynnlynn~
Overwhlemed... there was no other way to describe it. Another year. Another holiday gala where everyone in the room was trying to tug her along and gain her attention and favor. She needed to excuse herself.
Disappearing from the grand hall of the city conference center, Lynn fled with still swirling echoes of her own name ricochetting throughout her mind. Her winter dress gown flowed behind her as she accelerated up the stairs, away from the party, and with fingers pressing firmly now into her eyes as a headache stabbed deep through her skull. Throwing herself through the first door she could, she just needed a break! To be away. Take some time to herself and come back when she was ready.
She got exactly that.
The winter ready nymph prepared herself for a chilly blast as she exited the hall for one of the balconies. Instead, she found herself elsewhere. Quiet. Cozy. The entire atmosphere shifted and she was here now before a sign. Farhaven Hotel.
"Wait... wha~? Huuhhh!?" Her eyes went wide and she began to spin about now. Exit gone. Not retreat the way she came in. Just this place now ahead, and it's warm, welcoming, and already alluring aura that she had maybe just found some goddamned peace and quiet! She paused. Composed herself. She stood up straight and took a breath before brushing out her gown to smooth out some of the self cause wrinkles. Now, she walked. Onward to this hotel and the entry to find answers.
Entering in shortly after the father and child pair, Lynn folded her hands delicately across her belly, fiddling gently with some of the lace and ties of her outfit. She looked like a holiday princess! But this was not her castle. She was certainly lost, but tried her best to retain composure and certainty on her face while waiting her turn.
As the door to the reception area swung open, Sissel stepped inside, bundled in a pretty large, furry coat that almost swallowed her frame whole, could been easily a bigger size than hers. She was pulling a single luggage case along behind her with only little trouble, having assured the driver just moments earlier that she could manage on her own, almost arguing with the guy, for sure.
Once Sissel was actually in, she glanced around the room curiously, a small smile settling on her lips, with a rosy flush painted on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. It didn’t take long for her to spot the reception desk, and she made her way toward it at an unhurried pace, driking in the moment.
“Hello,” she said with a soft tone that only stepped into the rather energetic side, pausing just a little bit to take a small breath and smooth her silky fringe before continuing with: “Do you still have any single rooms available? I’d like one, please.” She finished with a gentle, warm smile toward the person behind the counter.
Once Sissel was actually in, she glanced around the room curiously, a small smile settling on her lips, with a rosy flush painted on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. It didn’t take long for her to spot the reception desk, and she made her way toward it at an unhurried pace, driking in the moment.
“Hello,” she said with a soft tone that only stepped into the rather energetic side, pausing just a little bit to take a small breath and smooth her silky fringe before continuing with: “Do you still have any single rooms available? I’d like one, please.” She finished with a gentle, warm smile toward the person behind the counter.
Diran didn’t meant to express his surprise upon the appearance of the two new folk entering the hotel. While Diran only gave a single glance from his sunset coloured eyes, his child would be the first the soar to them. She showed her mittens to them. “Hi!” She said happily. “My name is Sember of Skennen Kowa!” She glanced to Sissel at first, captured by her pretty hair and her big fluffy coat. Her green eyes then turned to the taller lady, looking at her sharp ears. Sember’s oval ears wiggled with excitement. “Papa, look! She has ears like mine!” She called for him to notice.
“What did I say about that, sweetheart? You look people in the face first, not anywhere else.” Diran reminded her.
“But I did!”
“What did I say about that, sweetheart? You look people in the face first, not anywhere else.” Diran reminded her.
“But I did!”
Hearing the tiny, sweet voice beside her, Sissel’s attention shifted from the person across the counter, to the little girl on her left and smiled, with that easygoing kind way of hers.
“Oh, hi there,” she chimed in her lighthearted tone, Sissel's expressive eyes flicking between who very much seemed to be the father and his child. “Nice to meet you, Sember of Skennen Kowa. I’m Sissel, from uh... Norway.”
A soft giggle bubbled up at the end of her introduction, and she offered them both another warm, kind smile—along with the third person nearby.
“Oh, hi there,” she chimed in her lighthearted tone, Sissel's expressive eyes flicking between who very much seemed to be the father and his child. “Nice to meet you, Sember of Skennen Kowa. I’m Sissel, from uh... Norway.”
A soft giggle bubbled up at the end of her introduction, and she offered them both another warm, kind smile—along with the third person nearby.
As Diran puts down his and his daughter's name, the ink temporarily glows a soft golden color. It's only a moment though and then it has faded and Barty is tossing the key to the Tiara room into the man's hands with a return of his cheeky smirk. Though it does falter slightly at the shark like teeth in his daughter's mouth. Well, that's a little unsettling! If there's one thing he's learned working at the Farhaven, though, it's that nothing is really ever as it seems.
"That's that then," he assures them both. "Rooms are up the stairs and to the right. You'll find everything you need for your stay has been provided. Dining room and other amenities to the left. No charge, obviously."
Then the man is winking and turning his attention to the two new guests. Both women will receive a waggle of his dark, perfectly trimmed eyebrows initially, though as he looks at Lynn a little more closely a bit of the color drains from his face such that the stylized dragon tattoo stands out all the more starkly while at the same time his eternally smug smirk falters. "Ah! Miss Nezz! Welcome! You're expected! Which is...weird, honestly."
Shaking his head a bit at this strange turn of events, the man opens a different drawer than the last. This one has far fewer keys in it and they glimmer gold rather than the silver that he'd offered to Diran. "Here you are, my lady. Just put your name in the book there. A suite has been all prepared for you."
Should Lynn do as instructed, Barty will take the time to turn his attention to Sissel at last. "And you, miss! Welcome! We have plenty of rooms available. Would you like a view of the mountain? The gardens? The courtyard? Lots of options!"
"That's that then," he assures them both. "Rooms are up the stairs and to the right. You'll find everything you need for your stay has been provided. Dining room and other amenities to the left. No charge, obviously."
Then the man is winking and turning his attention to the two new guests. Both women will receive a waggle of his dark, perfectly trimmed eyebrows initially, though as he looks at Lynn a little more closely a bit of the color drains from his face such that the stylized dragon tattoo stands out all the more starkly while at the same time his eternally smug smirk falters. "Ah! Miss Nezz! Welcome! You're expected! Which is...weird, honestly."
Shaking his head a bit at this strange turn of events, the man opens a different drawer than the last. This one has far fewer keys in it and they glimmer gold rather than the silver that he'd offered to Diran. "Here you are, my lady. Just put your name in the book there. A suite has been all prepared for you."
Should Lynn do as instructed, Barty will take the time to turn his attention to Sissel at last. "And you, miss! Welcome! We have plenty of rooms available. Would you like a view of the mountain? The gardens? The courtyard? Lots of options!"
When her attention was drawn back to the counter, she turned quickly, her eyes lighting up as she heard about the available options. She brought her hands together in a soft, excited clap and nodded a little too eagerly.
“Yes, yes—the one with the mountain view would be dreamy! Yes, please,” she said, her bright smile widening, and her cheeks blushing slightly. “I can barely wait to see it!”
“Yes, yes—the one with the mountain view would be dreamy! Yes, please,” she said, her bright smile widening, and her cheeks blushing slightly. “I can barely wait to see it!”
The father and daughter pairing was adorable to say the least. Such mirth. It was pure and true. Nothing better than the wonder of innocence within a child. Lynn would twiddle her fingers at the child in greetings. Smiling back at her as her ears were mentioned. "Yes! And they are most beautiful too." Lynn paid a compliment. Allowing everyone to get back to business though with checking in and getting rooms, the red clad nymph would wait patiently for her turn. Which came as a surprise when the receptionist addressed her so directly.
Eyes went wide. Shock and intrigue collided within her mind. Her knew her name. She was expected!? Lynn was just about to begin questioning all of this when one particular set of words struck her ears. Which is Weird. "Wh~ what's so weird about me being here?!" Lynn's dignity stood up now in comical defense! She was a highly sought after person after all! Of course such a lovely establishment should expect her. Even when she had no idea what this place was!? Smooth, lynn...
"A~ suite?" Lynn blinked once, in confusion. A second time, in intrigue now. Then a flutter of her eyes and a smile as it all made sense. This was a vacation! A forced one which she had mild feelings against, but her frustration from the holiday party made her so much more welcoming of the idea of an impromptu disconnect from her daily chaos. "Well, I wouldn't want to waste such timely preparations." Lynn mused and acted as nonchalantly as possible. Like this was all a plan now. The book would be signed!
Eyes went wide. Shock and intrigue collided within her mind. Her knew her name. She was expected!? Lynn was just about to begin questioning all of this when one particular set of words struck her ears. Which is Weird. "Wh~ what's so weird about me being here?!" Lynn's dignity stood up now in comical defense! She was a highly sought after person after all! Of course such a lovely establishment should expect her. Even when she had no idea what this place was!? Smooth, lynn...
"A~ suite?" Lynn blinked once, in confusion. A second time, in intrigue now. Then a flutter of her eyes and a smile as it all made sense. This was a vacation! A forced one which she had mild feelings against, but her frustration from the holiday party made her so much more welcoming of the idea of an impromptu disconnect from her daily chaos. "Well, I wouldn't want to waste such timely preparations." Lynn mused and acted as nonchalantly as possible. Like this was all a plan now. The book would be signed!
One thing Diran might notice as he's handed his key is that the top is shaped like a surprisingly delicate silver tiara. No doubt this may help him remember which room is his, as the symbol will match the one hung upon the door itself when he finds the time to climb the stairs and investigate the West Wing.
"Mountain view it is!" Barty announces with a wink in Sissel's direction. Digging around in the silver key drawer, he pulls out one with a small but pretty opal set into the head of the key. This he offers to the girl along with a flirty grin. "A pretty key, for a pretty girl. The Opal Room. Guest rooms are up the stairs and to the right. Other amenities are up and to the left. All free. Just write your name in the book here and you'll be all set, cutie."
Just as Diran's had before her, as soon as Lynn's name is written in the book the ink will glow a faint gold color before quickly fading back to black again. Sissel's will too, naturally. Unlike Diran or Sissel, however, Lynn's key (as previously stated) is gold in color. The head is shaped like a griffin with a pearl clutched in its beak. Also unlike the other two, the receptionist seems actually a bit deferential and decidedly flustered by the dark haired woman's appearance. No one is ever expected at the Farhaven Hotel!
"As for you, my lady, the, ah, the griffin suite has been prepared specifically for you." Shaking his head, the man lets out a slight huff that sets the shock of brown hair resting upon his forehead to ruffling slightly. "I'm sorry, my lady. You being here isn't weird at all. Obviously everyone is welcome at the Farhaven Hotel. It's just strange for anyone to have a reservation. We just...we don't do that. Or I thought we didn't..."
Scratching his head, the man seems just as genuinely perplexed as Lynn by the whole situation. "You know, I think you might want to discuss this with Miss Caneadea. She runs the Hotel and she might know more about your, er, unique situation than me. I just answer the phones and hand out the keys!"
"Mountain view it is!" Barty announces with a wink in Sissel's direction. Digging around in the silver key drawer, he pulls out one with a small but pretty opal set into the head of the key. This he offers to the girl along with a flirty grin. "A pretty key, for a pretty girl. The Opal Room. Guest rooms are up the stairs and to the right. Other amenities are up and to the left. All free. Just write your name in the book here and you'll be all set, cutie."
Just as Diran's had before her, as soon as Lynn's name is written in the book the ink will glow a faint gold color before quickly fading back to black again. Sissel's will too, naturally. Unlike Diran or Sissel, however, Lynn's key (as previously stated) is gold in color. The head is shaped like a griffin with a pearl clutched in its beak. Also unlike the other two, the receptionist seems actually a bit deferential and decidedly flustered by the dark haired woman's appearance. No one is ever expected at the Farhaven Hotel!
"As for you, my lady, the, ah, the griffin suite has been prepared specifically for you." Shaking his head, the man lets out a slight huff that sets the shock of brown hair resting upon his forehead to ruffling slightly. "I'm sorry, my lady. You being here isn't weird at all. Obviously everyone is welcome at the Farhaven Hotel. It's just strange for anyone to have a reservation. We just...we don't do that. Or I thought we didn't..."
Scratching his head, the man seems just as genuinely perplexed as Lynn by the whole situation. "You know, I think you might want to discuss this with Miss Caneadea. She runs the Hotel and she might know more about your, er, unique situation than me. I just answer the phones and hand out the keys!"
At the sound of the receptionist’s overly welcoming response, Sissel’s lips curved into a soft giggle almost immediately. She offered a single, dramatically expressive bow of her head—both a genuine grateful acknowledgment of the compliment and a playful reply at the same time.
“So kind! Thank you very much!” she said, taking the pen and signing the paper. Her signature consisted simply of her first name and an abbreviated last name, written in a distinctive cursive-like style.
Once finished, she handed the pen back, stretching her arm out with lively, bouncy energy, the same flow in which she would grab the beautifully made key as well. “Upstairs and to the right—got it! Thank youu!”
She then smiled warmly at the receptionist and the other guests alike, offering them all a polite bow before turning and heading upstairs with light, lively steps. Left behind was only the faintly, vanilla-like scented perfume of hers.
“So kind! Thank you very much!” she said, taking the pen and signing the paper. Her signature consisted simply of her first name and an abbreviated last name, written in a distinctive cursive-like style.
Once finished, she handed the pen back, stretching her arm out with lively, bouncy energy, the same flow in which she would grab the beautifully made key as well. “Upstairs and to the right—got it! Thank youu!”
She then smiled warmly at the receptionist and the other guests alike, offering them all a polite bow before turning and heading upstairs with light, lively steps. Left behind was only the faintly, vanilla-like scented perfume of hers.
The moment Diran was about to be given the key, his hand jerked away from the silver key. He almost hissed, his fangs teased by the corner of his lips before covering them, on instinct. He sighed gently, guessing it was going to be revealed this early into his visit. He saw Sember jump up and swipe the key. "Come on, papa! This way!" She said happily, following Bartholomew's instructions. She ran up the stairs and took a right. Diran smiled gently, tugging his shirt a bit. He left for the room, wanting to become acquainted with the room they'd be taking. "It's a tiara, papa! Almost like what Miss Lucy had!" She called.
Velna slipped through the grand doors with a slow, sensual sway of her hips, firelight gleaming along the black leather that clung to her curves and the crimson waves spilling over her shoulders. Her golden slit pupiled eyes glided across the hall, taking in the father and child, the perfumed girl ascending the stairs, the glowing nymph. Yet none of them held her attention for more than a heartbeat as her gaze settled on the receptionist behind the desk.
She approached without hurry, letting the heat of her presence sink into him before she spoke. A faint smile curled her lips while her tail tapped softly against the desk. She studied the man openly, savoring the subtle shift of his breath. Then her voice rolled out, a soft purr threading through the room like smoke. “Hello, darling. It seems the Farhaven has decided I am needed as well. I am Velna, and it looks like you have something for me.” Her gaze trailed deliberately along his frame and back to his eyes. “A room… unless you had something more personal in mind.”
She approached without hurry, letting the heat of her presence sink into him before she spoke. A faint smile curled her lips while her tail tapped softly against the desk. She studied the man openly, savoring the subtle shift of his breath. Then her voice rolled out, a soft purr threading through the room like smoke. “Hello, darling. It seems the Farhaven has decided I am needed as well. I am Velna, and it looks like you have something for me.” Her gaze trailed deliberately along his frame and back to his eyes. “A room… unless you had something more personal in mind.”
Lynn certainly didn't call ahead to arrange a suite be prepared for her. So she was equally in the confusion with hearing the reservation had been made as well. Bart expressed his belief that these things just didn't happen, to which Lynn instinctively latched onto with a smirk. "Well, leave it to me to break the norms I suppose~" she cooed with a satisfaction in her tone. More than happy to break the mold and make things more unique for herself. It didn't make her any less confused herself but at least it was a new feather in her hat she could strut around with, so that was something.
Taking the key when it was her turn, she disregarded the father who seemed repulsed by the small object. Perhaps the type of metal? An allergy? With the diversity of this place it would be no surprise. Plucking the Griffin Key up, Lynn admired it before tucking it into her pocket. "Caneadea. Yes I think I'll do just that." Lynn commented as a succubus was now entering in and ready to get her own room.
"Ill not hold you up any longer. Thank you kindly." She bid Bart a farewell before turning to see Velna. Eyes roamed her up and down once with an interested focus before Lynn's stride carries her off without a word. This place was getting more interesting by the moment. But now it was off to find the owner of this fine establishment! Lynn had questions before she'd find herself capable of relaxing.
(Exit Lynn)
Taking the key when it was her turn, she disregarded the father who seemed repulsed by the small object. Perhaps the type of metal? An allergy? With the diversity of this place it would be no surprise. Plucking the Griffin Key up, Lynn admired it before tucking it into her pocket. "Caneadea. Yes I think I'll do just that." Lynn commented as a succubus was now entering in and ready to get her own room.
"Ill not hold you up any longer. Thank you kindly." She bid Bart a farewell before turning to see Velna. Eyes roamed her up and down once with an interested focus before Lynn's stride carries her off without a word. This place was getting more interesting by the moment. But now it was off to find the owner of this fine establishment! Lynn had questions before she'd find herself capable of relaxing.
(Exit Lynn)
Whooops! When Diran reacts poorly to the key, Barty gasps, but not in fear or revulsion. He hadn't known! It's fine. It's fine. He'll just upgrade them to a suite- Before he can finish formulating a plot to fix this little faux pas, however, the child is snatching up the key and the two are wandering up the stairs and out of his jurisdiction. All the man can do is chuckle and shake his head in relief that things seemed to work themselves out. He wished creatures like that felt comfortable enough to inform him of their nature, or at least mention if they have any substance aversions, but he also knows that the world beyond the Hotel is different. Not as accepting or forgiving. He can hardly blame Diran for trying to exercise caution. Ah well. He makes a quick note in the book next to the man's name that glows a soft blue when he's done, then turns his attention to the last of the newly arrived guests.
Sissel gets another wink and a wave as she practically bounces up the stairs towards the West Wing in turn. Cute girl. Hope she doesn't get into any trouble... Then he is focusing in on Lynn again, nodding his head and offering her a rueful smirk for her words. "Enjoy your stay, Miss Ne...e..z..zzz..."
The last part of her name peters off a bit as the newest guest steps through the great double doors. That...that is a succubus. For several seconds as the horned woman walks across the vast reception hall the idiot finds himself just sort of...staring. Thankfully by the time she actually approaches the counter itself his training has kicked in and the poor man is able to pull himself mostly together with a shake of his head. When a place like Farhaven caters to all regardless of species or connection to the Hells, one must be prepared to deal with all types!
Despite his renewed resolve, the first word out of Barty's lips is still more of a squeak than a speech. "Hello!" Whoops! Clearing his throat he tries again. "Achem. Ah. Hello. Yes, welcome. The Hotel does have...opinions about such things," he agrees, pulling back out his patented smirk once more. That is until she comments on him 'having something' for her. Then he's letting out a barking, slightly self-conscious laugh. He may be a handsome, overconfident, slightly smarmy bastard, but he's still just a basic half elf. He's got nothing on a sex demon and even he's not self deluded enough to think it!
"Let's just start with that room for you, shall we?" It's funny. The woman isn't even his type, but her allure is strong enough to override his more natural inclinations. Nevertheless he does his best to push past such things and offer her the quill and the book.
"Just put your name there, Velna dear, and I'll get you a key. Garden view I think. Perfect for people watching." He offers her a wink and, should she do as he asks and signs the book, the receptionist will dig around in his drawer of keys. Moments later he'll pull a silver one out that has a lovely if small blood red ruby embedded in the head. "The Ruby Room for you, I think."
Sissel gets another wink and a wave as she practically bounces up the stairs towards the West Wing in turn. Cute girl. Hope she doesn't get into any trouble... Then he is focusing in on Lynn again, nodding his head and offering her a rueful smirk for her words. "Enjoy your stay, Miss Ne...e..z..zzz..."
The last part of her name peters off a bit as the newest guest steps through the great double doors. That...that is a succubus. For several seconds as the horned woman walks across the vast reception hall the idiot finds himself just sort of...staring. Thankfully by the time she actually approaches the counter itself his training has kicked in and the poor man is able to pull himself mostly together with a shake of his head. When a place like Farhaven caters to all regardless of species or connection to the Hells, one must be prepared to deal with all types!
Despite his renewed resolve, the first word out of Barty's lips is still more of a squeak than a speech. "Hello!" Whoops! Clearing his throat he tries again. "Achem. Ah. Hello. Yes, welcome. The Hotel does have...opinions about such things," he agrees, pulling back out his patented smirk once more. That is until she comments on him 'having something' for her. Then he's letting out a barking, slightly self-conscious laugh. He may be a handsome, overconfident, slightly smarmy bastard, but he's still just a basic half elf. He's got nothing on a sex demon and even he's not self deluded enough to think it!
"Let's just start with that room for you, shall we?" It's funny. The woman isn't even his type, but her allure is strong enough to override his more natural inclinations. Nevertheless he does his best to push past such things and offer her the quill and the book.
"Just put your name there, Velna dear, and I'll get you a key. Garden view I think. Perfect for people watching." He offers her a wink and, should she do as he asks and signs the book, the receptionist will dig around in his drawer of keys. Moments later he'll pull a silver one out that has a lovely if small blood red ruby embedded in the head. "The Ruby Room for you, I think."
Velna didn’t flinch when the poor half elf squeaked out his greeting. Honestly, the sound almost made her grin wider. She stood there like she had all the time in the world, her weight set casually to one hip, the faint glow of the hearth catching highlights in her hair. Watching him scramble to pull himself back together was better than dessert. His smirk came back, and Velna’s eyes glowed faintly.
The moment he offered the book and quill, she let her fingers drift over the counter and began to sign. Her signature flowed across the page in an easy sweep. She didn’t speak yet and it was mainly becauseshe liked watching him move around. When he finally produced the silver key with the little ruby set into it, she took it with a slow curl of her fingers, the stone catching a spark of light.
Her smile softened, still wicked but no longer sharp. It was the kind of expression that hinted she could devour him... or thank him! Though she hadn’t decided which. Turning the key once in her hand, she lifted her gaze to him again, eyes bright and knowing. “The Ruby Room,” she said, her voice quiet, warm, almost lazy. “Cute.” She tapped the key against her palm, studying the man like she was memorizing him for later. Then she stepped back, her tail trailing behind her in an easy sweep, and let the moment hang just long enough..."Well...are you going to...escort me?" Her eyes flashed a brighter shade. It didn't have any effect on people, but those who knew succubi would know it's how their emotions are portrayed. "I could...get lost~".
The moment he offered the book and quill, she let her fingers drift over the counter and began to sign. Her signature flowed across the page in an easy sweep. She didn’t speak yet and it was mainly becauseshe liked watching him move around. When he finally produced the silver key with the little ruby set into it, she took it with a slow curl of her fingers, the stone catching a spark of light.
Her smile softened, still wicked but no longer sharp. It was the kind of expression that hinted she could devour him... or thank him! Though she hadn’t decided which. Turning the key once in her hand, she lifted her gaze to him again, eyes bright and knowing. “The Ruby Room,” she said, her voice quiet, warm, almost lazy. “Cute.” She tapped the key against her palm, studying the man like she was memorizing him for later. Then she stepped back, her tail trailing behind her in an easy sweep, and let the moment hang just long enough..."Well...are you going to...escort me?" Her eyes flashed a brighter shade. It didn't have any effect on people, but those who knew succubi would know it's how their emotions are portrayed. "I could...get lost~".
Barty knows trouble. Barty is trouble. Trouble recognizes trouble. As the succubus' tail sweeps around behind her very appealing rear end and her eyes flash that bright color, there's a moment when the wizard wonders if he's finally in over his head. The Hotel doesn't make it a habit of picking up guests who are ready and willing to attack the first person they meet, but there's a first time for everything!
Thankfully today isn't that day, though that doesn't mean he's out of danger just yet. The pull to follow in the woman's wake, show her to her room...show her her room...her bed-
With a brisk shake of his head, the half elf pulls himself back into the moment. Bad! Bad Barty! You know better than that! Taking a deep breath, the man finally offers the demon a wide if slightly strained grin. "Oh, honey, I would love nothing better than to show you everything the Farhaven has to offer. Sadly I can't leave the desk unattended. If I leave who will hand out keys and answer the phone and stand around looking handsome?"
The questions are rhetorical of course. The answer is him. His job is literally to stand around and look handsome. The cheek of his own words gives him a bit more courage and he even manages to wink at the woman as he had at the human before her. His grin is looking a little less strained too, twinkles of amusement dancing in their violet depths. "But I know a big strong girl like you won't have any trouble finding her room. And once you do I'm sure you won't have any problems finding someone to share it with."
Thankfully today isn't that day, though that doesn't mean he's out of danger just yet. The pull to follow in the woman's wake, show her to her room...show her her room...her bed-
With a brisk shake of his head, the half elf pulls himself back into the moment. Bad! Bad Barty! You know better than that! Taking a deep breath, the man finally offers the demon a wide if slightly strained grin. "Oh, honey, I would love nothing better than to show you everything the Farhaven has to offer. Sadly I can't leave the desk unattended. If I leave who will hand out keys and answer the phone and stand around looking handsome?"
The questions are rhetorical of course. The answer is him. His job is literally to stand around and look handsome. The cheek of his own words gives him a bit more courage and he even manages to wink at the woman as he had at the human before her. His grin is looking a little less strained too, twinkles of amusement dancing in their violet depths. "But I know a big strong girl like you won't have any trouble finding her room. And once you do I'm sure you won't have any problems finding someone to share it with."
Velna chuckled when he caught himself and shook his head. Trouble always knew its own, and she could see it in the way his grin fought with his better sense. Her tail gave a slow, lazy curl behind her and tilted her head, eyes bright with amusement.
“Mm,” she murmured, “Such devotion to duty. It’s almost charming.” Her gaze flicked briefly to the desk, the keys, then back to his face. When he talked about standing around looking handsome, her smile widened, sharp at the corners. She gave him an appreciative once over, unhurried...and obvious.
In the end, she lifted the ruby key in a small salute and stepped back, already turning away. “Fine,” Velna said, “I can find my own way.” She glanced over her shoulder, eyes glowing and her voice dropping just enough to linger. “But you’re right. If I decide I want company…” A soft chuckle followed as she began to saunter toward the stairs. “You know where I’ll be~.”
(Exit Velna)
“Mm,” she murmured, “Such devotion to duty. It’s almost charming.” Her gaze flicked briefly to the desk, the keys, then back to his face. When he talked about standing around looking handsome, her smile widened, sharp at the corners. She gave him an appreciative once over, unhurried...and obvious.
In the end, she lifted the ruby key in a small salute and stepped back, already turning away. “Fine,” Velna said, “I can find my own way.” She glanced over her shoulder, eyes glowing and her voice dropping just enough to linger. “But you’re right. If I decide I want company…” A soft chuckle followed as she began to saunter toward the stairs. “You know where I’ll be~.”
(Exit Velna)