[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[Astra_Senpai]

"'Ou must be drunk. I'm rabbitin' proper time enough. 'Ere." Honey leaned, reaching under a table and produced a small bag of butterscotch candies. She had stashes like this all over the place... which the chibis were very good at finding. Maybe they didn't like butterscotch? "Sound like 'ou were chewin' gravel. 'Ave a go at t'ese sweets- yea'?"

She popped up to her feet, "Are 'ou gonna' go read and write folk into order? Can I 'elp?"  

[Azana Brown]

"Um, considering they're probably heavily armed, probably not a good idea," Azana replied to Honey, showing a picture of one of the confiscated guns. "Still, if you like sleuthing, I suppose there isn't much harm in that part." At least it would have her leaving the clearly hung over and aggravated Hana alone.

Tyler yawned as he came downstairs, glancing over to Hana and assessing that situation before heading to the kitchen for something to wake up with. He blinked a couple times, not expecting Gren to be out and about.

"You're turning into more of a recluse than me...how've you been?"  

[Astra_Senpai]

After securing the candy with the catpersonthing, she'd get back to him and his grumpiness. Honey pranced over to look at the picture. Her pale blond hair dry enough now to pull back and defiantly flare and cling to everything about, Honey used a ribbon around her wrist to tie it back ineffectively. "I duuno wha' I'm Robin 'Ood at b'sides music. No 'arm in tryin' but I dunno' whachu'd want."  

[Azana Brown]

"In short, they want to know where these are coming from...well, actually, they'd probably want me to stop them on their behalf, but finding them is the first priority." Azana explained. "They've been finding a lot of these, and it has them nervous."

Tyler strolled out after exchanging some pleasantries with Gren, reasoning he'd have plenty of time to discuss with him, and stopped at 'finding them'. He glanced over, spotting the folder as an amused smirk crept along his face. They had something to do. Good. He was starting to run out of things to build. He sipped his coffee, waiting for the inevitable request.  

[Astra_Senpai]

"Could always roam about and ask but no' ask for 'ou," she offered. "I dunno anyt'ing 'bout guns wha' makes t'ese so grand?" Wrinkling her freckled her nose, "Jus' 'ave to know one part really... ah- it's like tryin' to find a proper 'at."

Kyou shifted, but did not come down. Staying up here was best with the odd speaking girl in the room. A small wave towards Tyler, though not much effort to go further than lighting the long stemmed pipe clenched beneath masked face.  

[Azana Brown]

"They're nothing special, and that's exactly what the issue is," Azana explained. "Most weapons have manufacturer stamps, serial numbers, something to trace them back to where they were built. They haven't found any on these...they did a great job of cleaning them, it seems."

Tyler listened to them, gaze momentarily pulled upward to Kyou. "Let me see one," he said, nodding greeting to the bandaged recluse. As Azana held the picture toward him, he shook his head. "No...I need to see one in person. Take it apart. Study it closely."

"Well, they haven't sent any yet," Azana retorted. "They might have some holed up in the Labs. Probably testing for glamours or certain chemicals used to get rid of the serials and stuff."  

[Astra_Senpai]

Honey hummed, rubbing her neck as she became aware of Kyou. It felt like she was excused, it was okay really. She was just a musician after all. Picking wasn't... a useful talent to most people. They didn't know and that was mostly likely for the best, Honey crossed her arms under her bust and thought on the photo.

Honey didn't know a thing about guns, if someone'd give her a direction or a note then she could help. She really just wanted to be useful somehow... being normal among so many amazing people... it's a little lonely.

Kyou exhaled a plume of shimmering blue smoke, it rose to the ceiling and through the seams of the roof.  

[Azana Brown]

"I'll be lucky if the lab has anything left after they're done," Tyler muttered bitterly. "They have to have another somewhere, if they're finding so many. Give it to me, and I'll have answers."

Azana rolled her eyes, keying a quick text message before glancing to Honey. She looked a bit lost...then again, music was her thing, not weaponry. She would go out and busk--

"That's it...!" Azana smiled. "Honey, take a good look at the picture. I want you to know what these look like. You're gonna be our eye on the streets." How many people did a busker see in the afternoon? If she knew what to look for, they could put a face to a buyer, shake him or her down for information.  

[Astra_Senpai]

Uncrossing her arms, tucking them against her chest in surprise, "'Ou're gonna' let me 'elp?" Oh it was rainbows and sunshine from there. She'd maybe be useful for once!

"I dunno' anyone who'd carry 'round thin's like this in broad day," she hummed. If you followed her pinky, she was air tracing the outline of it and putting it to memory. It was like memorizing sheet music or hobo signs really.

She pressed her lips together, thinking, she started listing half to herself, half to them, "Taxes are comin' up, art vend too... I dunno wha' else is up. Could jus' go play a while... antics catch more mince pies t'ough."  

[Azana Brown]

"Well, yeah," Azana answered her, folding her arms. "Don't look too surprised. I'm not looking for someone just walking around with them. Any rumors, any suspicious characters...anything you see that might be a lead we can follow. You're conspicuous, and that makes you invisible, my friend."

"So, are you going to get me that evidence, or--" He paused when Azana shot him a glare. He backed off, walking for the stairs. "I'll start searching with Max. I'll be back when you have your morning whatever's-in-there..."  

[Astra_Senpai]

Kyou took that opportunity to follow Tyler... at least to their own room. It was better to be out of sight. Key produced and door unlocked, the observer slipped into the room and closed the door behind. The trail of blue smoke lingered lazily before seeping through the cracks in the wood of the floor, leaving behind a shimmering ashen film.

She tilted her head to the side, still memorizing, "Alrigh' I think there's a few Robin 'Ood places for Rex Mossop an' the like. I should go get ready t' play canary then." To which she'd begin heading for the stairs. She'd have to check out that catmanperson later.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"It's mate." said Gren, glancing over in concern to Hana, but letting Honey have at him and leave the chap as he served Azana. "And not a moment too soon, seems like...time to hit the streets?"  

[Azana Brown]

"Honey's helping out," Azana explained, taking a short sip before hissing at the temperature and making for the ice. "There isn't much to go on, so I'm hoping she might pick up on some rumors or unsavory characters. Max can go from that. Ty wants one of the guns to analyze."

"And what's so wrong with that?" He asked, already back downstairs with a noticeable dusting of glitter. Max had clearly hugged him for some reason, and felt quite sparkly. "I mean, it's an excellent picture, but I'm a hands-on sort."

"You know the cops...they hate handing over evidence, and we already have one at the Labs," Azana shrugged, taking a long sip of the now iced mate. "Any thoughts, Gren? You've seen some firearms before..."  

[Gren_Eckener]

He looked at a photograph with a pensive hum. "Well, keep in mind that you're asking me about stuff that's about 30 years older than me. But I can tell you that it's not stuff you'll find on the streets, that's for sure. There weren't any military base raids lately, were there?"  

[Azana Brown]

"Not that I know of, but I can definitely check into it," she replied, looking over the picture with him. "These really aren't my strong suit...I wonder if Sol would get anything psychically off them."

"All the more reason to have one here," Ty added, dusting off his shirt to no avail. "I analyze it, and so does your loving husband. Instant answers."