[b]~Freddy Girault~[/b]

This was getting insane, a bunch of people were just accumulating over here as a wild car suddenly stopped right next to the group, causing me to turn my head to face them. I'd immediately derive my full attention toward the real menace at hand, the guy with the gun as big as my freaking body in his car. Yeah my senses got strong but whatever he had a weapon. This one I fixated with an actual intent to kill, the kind of look he could see through the hazy rain and the wet fur, there was no mistake, I was more than ready to shoot him between the eyes if he actually made a move I wouldn't be comfortable with. I just quickly glanced on what was around him to see who was in the car, and I could see at least on person in the passenger seat but nothing else at the back. My gun wouldn't change its trajectory, ever, and wouldn't shake either as it wouldn't be the first time I aimed to end the life of a man. 

"[b]The gun down away now. I got enough with the three stooges and wannabe fed here to care about some random new crazy fuck.[/b]" 

I said in a rather irritated tone, thinking that my approach with the gun may not have been the BEST idea but it was likely to be the most educated one. These creatures all looked capable of killing even without a weapon while I looked like an over sized hamster with fat looking fur. I felt like we were all in equal grounds, everyone with the possibilities to kill one another. Well anyway, I felt a bit like the antagonistic figure in this situation, which slowly prompted me to lower my weapon, but this guy with the shotgun just seemed way off given we were already too much.

"[b]Alright look, you've all probably guessed that I won't shoot you guys if you don't do anything absurdly dumb. However I'm not lowering this gun until this guy in the car shows how harmless he really is. Putain de merde quoi, que des emmerdements....[/b]" 

I've said, clearing any misconceptions they could have about my intentions, after all the big dragon thing appeared to understand this situation more than the rest. The little cop guy didn't seem to bad either, though stating he's pretty much a fed may or may not have been a good thing. For my part, it didn't matter given the shithole we were all in. 

"[b]... There's a hotel I just got out of toward the direction you were going. The staff are gone but I got out of these because such big ass buildings are just immobile targets for these flying things and screwed over airplanes. Also yeaaaaah Pokemans. Gotcha pal.[/b]" 

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[b]~Jade Fintch~[/b]

"[b]OH my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God![/b]" 

This guy was completely out of it, driving like a freaking psychopath in a road filled with fire breathing shits with wings and weird creatures, crushing a few along the way making the voyage a lot less enjoyable than it should have been. After a little while, I adapted to this shitty procedure and took out my phone to check if I had internet. I did this because, you know, no one knew what the fuck was going on and we all know the internet knows everything. Clicking and swiping, I tried to use Google, and the loading took FOREVER, I almost got as mad as the guy driving my dad's car and practically breaking it. I wasn't commenting on shit, my dad would shut his mouth if he knew about this predicament anyway. Ugh, it wouldn't load, so I simply gave up. 

He suddenly stopped and we ll got noticed by those.. Things?! What the fuck were they? I could hear them speak normally but all I saw were realistic looking furfags, three of them being very typical yiffing-like suits: The small one with the gun-tail thing, the anthro dog guy and the cat-like thing that could apparently float or whatever and said he was from the cops. The rest would be some fatso dragon thing that looked like some badly drawn Barney and some other cat thing with weird claws and Egyptian like traits. My God were they all horribly ugly. I didn't even want to get involved in this and actually hopped this batter guy was insane enough to euthanize these grotesque shits. But as I grabbed my phone from my pocket, again, the little furfag with the French accent, the one waving the gun with his tail in a ridiculous fashion, mentioned something about a hotel and how it was deserted. Hotel. Free Wifi. Internetz. INFO. I jumped out of the car and practically hopped in the middle of the group, hands in the air, or more like at the level of my head. 

"[b]Hold up gaiz! Free hotel means free internet! Free internet means information on EVERYTHING! Including how to deal with this crap![/b]" 

I tried to look innocent here with a rather goofy smile as if I was giving the revelation of the century, the almighty miracle of internet was upon us and we could make this miracle a reality by going to the hotel. The rain started to soak my head as I remained paused in the middle of the whole thing, risking getting shot at any second if they found me to be not very entertaining. I turned my eyes toward the group of three plus the guy who talked about knowing a place and being with the cops, then toward the French hamster thing and finally back at the batter, maybe to see if they were, you know, LISTENING TO ME. 

"[b]Okok, guns down boys and girls, no needs to be raging attention whores and simply follow the voice of reason~[/b]"

As I said that, I marched toward the hotel, expecting the others to follow. I actually didn't really care if they all followed, but I'd expect at least ONE to follow and protect me, or at least serve as sacrifice fodder if some huge dino-Pokemon-thing came around. What did I just think? Pokemon? Whoah whoah, this guy may be speaking as a creature that worked for the cops but that doesn't make his words true. Pokemon? Seriously? That's retarded. Or was it? Eh, everything got retarded the instant I met this batter guy. I could see the rain clear right before me as I walked as sassy as possible, hair completely ruined by now, and I could distinguish the hotel from the rest of the buildings.