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"Well, I could make it a slipcover." she laughed. "They'll be back once they're done sulking. MacPere looks like the boiling type.

(( I'm not really sure what's going on @ present, so I'll just have my char.'s enter the Inn, okay? ))

The door to the Inn all but burst open, two males framed side-by-side in the doorway.

"Told you we'd find this place eventually," spoke the elder of the two in the slightest hint of a British accent, a man with a mop of raven-black hair. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, under a simple black sweater-vest. A snowy-blue scarf hung from his neck. He wore navy-colored dress pants, and for some odd reason, combat boots. His eyes were a piercing midnight-blue.

"I'm not doubtin' you, man," spoke the other man, a blonde. "I just couldn't remember th'damn address." This one's attire was more relaxed than his counterpart's. He wore a simple, short-sleeved white T-shirt, under a knee-length brown coat, a burnt orange fabric rimming the coat-tails and sleeves. He also wore dark denim jeans, and a pair of well-worn motorcycle boots. Around his neck, he wore what looked like a pair of aviator's goggles, and a small green jewel attached to a chain. What the jewel was for, he had no idea. His eyes were a stormy grayish-green.

"Well, Devyn." The black-haired man let out a small sigh, putting his hands in the pockets of his navy dress-pants. "Your memory is rather shoddy at best; you've told me yourself."

The blonde - 'Devyn' - chuckled, running a fingerless-gloved hand through his shaggy mess of blonde hair. "As usual Lestat, y'have me pegged right."

"But enough trivialities." 'Lestat' strolled up to what seemed to be the main counter of the Inn. "We're here to find someone, and we're not leaving until we do."

Devyn quirked a thin blonde eyebrow, following his raven-haired friend to the counter. "Whatever you say, man."

"Describe the person, please," Kristen said from her table, standing and slipping the phone back in her pocket.

Brother...new faces. They seek someone.

Sosol blinked, setting down the mug of cocoa. "Seems it's time to be social," he said to Charlotte, heading out of the kitchen and greeting the two with a wave. "Hi! Welcome to the Inn of Peace, Registered Neutral Ground. How can I help you two?"

"Charlotte, huh?" Sosol asked, glancing back toward the kitchen. "Yeah, she's here..." For once, it seemed, the new people were here to help fix things rather than cause more trouble. What is it, recently, with people coming to try and help around the place? Does word travel that fast?

"As for your assistance, the Innkeepers are out at the moment. I guess I'd be the person to talk to in their absence. Call me Sol; I work the bar here when I'm not busy with my other job."

Kristen gazed intently at the two. They seemed nice enough, though there was a bit of a fog around the blond. ...Amnesia...?

((And I have to run to take a drug test! I'll be back later!))

"Good t'meet ya, Sol." Devyn nodded in greeting to the man.

"A bar, you say?" A glint appeared in Lestat's midnight-blue eyes. "Devyn and I happen to be accomplished bartenders; perhaps we could help you out, Sol."

"I'm not that good~." The blonde chuckled, rubbing the back of his head in a sheepish manner.

"Well maybe not you." Lestat's gaze shifted from Sol to the young woman(Kristen) who was staring intently at them.

"..." His eyes met with hers for a moment - 'What's her game, I wonder...' - before he shifted his gaze again, this time to the woman whose head poked out of the kitchen.

"Ahh~." A small smile played across his lips. "You must be Charlotte."

Devyn followed suit, giving the girl who was staring at them a small smile and a polite wave. "Hey."

Devyn frowned slightly. "Muckity-mucks...?" He blinked in confusion.

"You could say that, yes." Lestat clapped a hand onto the blonde's shoulder. "You'll have to forgive Devyn - through a series of events when he was younger, his memory can be spotty at times."

"What he said," came Devyn's quick reply as he used a fingerless-gloved hand to point at Lestat.

"But either way, Charlotte--" The raven-haired man nodded slightly. "--we were sent here by the 'muckity-mucks' of which you speak."

Alex came down the stairs, a packed back on her shoulder. Angeles and D came down, fully armed, also packed, but looking ready more for a hunt rather than simply leaving. Angeles moved over and wrote a note, rather than addressing anyone.

Went to a calling. Alex came with us. Be back when the hunt is over.

She left the note, dropping the pencil on the table. The summons came at a bad time, a 'calling' a gathering of hunters, meant a large group of vampires, or one very powerful one, had gone rogue and declared war. Luckily it was no where near the inn.

Alex and D waited calmly before all three left the inn. D hopped onto his horse, Angeles helping Alex up onto hers before swinging onto it behind the woman. Both hunters and the woman turned towards the west and rode off.

((I'm thirteen pages behind -.- and this will be the excuse for my absence this weekend. Banzai!))