Outside; Late.

[hectorspellman]

In retrospect, giving Wyn the task of finding anything was a mistake. She couldn't find her way out of a wet paper bag, let alone a city that didn't make sense even on a good day. Now she was lost (presumably), he was lost (except not really, because Hector Spellman didn't get lost), and they were both somewhere in the middle of a strange city

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[teachyouwhoiam]

It's probably not the white-blond hair that Hector was expecting.

Carlisle is still looking for the Night Times. Or a way out.

Okay, mostly a way out, but he is willing to try anything at this point.

[ooc: wanted to get a tag in before fleeing in an hour. hope that's okay?]

[hectorspellman]

"Hey!" Hector calls out, catching a glimpse of white-blonde hair out of the corner of his eye. He whirls around, and the words come out before he can realize that this was absolutely not the person he sought.

"... oh."

[[ooc: nae problemo!]]

[teachyouwhoiam]

"Oh?"

Carlisle's gold eyes are curious, but still slightly unnerved at the man who called himself to his attention.

"Can I help you?"

[hectorspellman]

"Ah... no. I've been looking for someone I know, but you're obviously not her." As much as it would pain him to ask, he had to find Wyn.

"You haven't seen a white-blonde Irish girl anywhere, have you?"

[teachyouwhoiam]

"No I haven't; my apologies."

Just to check: "Have you seen a reddish-brown haired American boy? About 17?"

When he died. :D?

"I'm hoping he didn't follow me here, but with him one never knows."

[hectorspellman]

"No, I haven't." He knew he shouldn't have brought Wyn here; she gets too damn distracted by sparkly things to be of any actual use.

"Sorry." Hector adds belatedly, already scanning the crowd once more.

[teachyouwhoiam]

"It's alright -- I'm actually happy to hear it. Who is the girl that you're looking for? Perhaps I can keep an eye out."

[hectorspellman]

"Her name's Wyn. You'll probably hear her before you see her." Hector said, wincing slightly. "She's tiny, Irish, white-blonde, and probably lost beyond belief. If you see her, feel free to send her up to the Archives."

"I can, ah, look out for your friend, if you'd like." Hector continues by way of thanks.

[teachyouwhoiam]

"That would be appreciated. His name is Edward; kindly inform him if you run into him that Carlisle will yell at him appropriately for doing what he knew he shouldn't have."

[hectorspellman]

"Mm." [Relative of his?] Hector wondered, already beginning to scan the crowd once more. [Friend? It's none of my business, whoever he is.]

He moves down the street slowly, glancing around every once in a while. [And this is why I can't bring her anywhere.] he thought irritably.

[teachyouwhoiam]

At least she is easy to find.