[b]~Freddy Girault~[/b]

Okay that's it, I was tripping major balls. What the hell was this teenage brat thinking by walking in between the lines of fire? Well whatever, in a way it helped because the guy she was apparently with didn't seem too hostile and more down to earth when she performed her little pageant act. In response, I lowered my gun and noticed how things were turning to the opposite of what I had planned for my sake. Added to the was an individual farther way who yelled as us to come into the hotel, with the rain I had a hard time to acknowledge his facial features and missed out on realizing who this was on the spot. Fuck, everyone was marching on to where I once came. If a plane comes crashing on the building, it'll be too bad for them. But then I thought about myself, what can I do with this tiny body? And the guy seemed a little more aware of what was going on if I were to refer to his tone and what he just said. It pained me to consider this but perhaps staying with this group of people was the best bet for now. 

So I followed, gun still gripped on my tail, until all of us got in. I could guess everyone had taken notice of the creature lying down with what appeared to be an injury on its head. I ain't no doctor and I wasn't going to lie about it, but the cop kid thing seemed to handle some of the problem on his own. Evidently things weren't going perfect with the guy and the first aid would indeed be of a different world when confronted to a big bird metal monster. That's when I realized that MAYBE I could be of some help, at least to the well being of the bird which would more than likely be in pain. 

"[b]If the injury is too bad, or someone gets hurt, I may or may not know where to get something to ease the pain in this hotel. I warn you, it's some pretty heavy merde.[/b]" 

I told them, at least I wouldn't appear entirely useless in this scenario as I hopped on one of those random tables now scattered all around the lobby. I shook my body as if I were indeed some kind of cat in order to purge all the water in my fur. Water became ten times more annoying to have all over my body since I become freaking Hamtaro on steroids. I looked around, awaiting a response and I couldn't help but remember the guy who screamed at us earlier. His voice, that appearance, this hotel, hah it couldn't be a coincidence, non? Fucking Bolton, I was about 99% sure this was THE guy who paid my salary and Petersen's oh so beloved associate. I knew I smelled a ridiculous capitalist crook somewhere, even more corrupt than a shitbird bandit such as myself. 

"[b]Tient, Tient...[/b]" 

I mumbled to myself, knowing that some huge cashcow but at the same time a snake was nearby. That very same snake had pretty much led us here, if we exclude the insane girl's behavior. 

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[b]~Jade Fintch~[/b]

Oh cool, people were actually following me. Or were they following that new shady guy in the rain? Who cares, people were going to their hotel and the drama had finally ceased to exist. As I walked in, my mind got slammed by the after effects of what I had just done. What the fuck did I just do? Did I seriously walk in front of firearms and scream like a hysterical Freudian lab rat just for the sake of internet? I wasn't sure if this was because of too much internet or this situation seriously fucking me up, or both. What was done was done but wow my heart raced there for a second knowing I could have died. As I sat myself on a nearby chair in front of a table, I hadn't noticed the bird yet, and was rather caught up with my mental dilemma and my desire to get internet. As I pulled out my laptop from my bag and placed it on the table, before I could open up the screen, I noticed the bleeding bird Pokemon thing. 

"[b]Ugh, ew. Euthanasia pUhlease.[/b]" 

I said with a weak tone as I didn't want to become the center of attention given what I just did, but my God I had to say this. I mean naturally that thing looks ugly enough but it would only be humane to free it from its ugly being and its suffering. When the rat-creature thing mentioned calming the pain while the weirdo cat psychic was treating it, I kept repeating in my mind 'Bleach,feed it Bleach'. Yeah that's cruel, but on the long run I'm the one thinking in the long term, people! I opened my laptop so I didn't have to bare the view of these abominations anymore and I started navigating. Youtube, Google, Reddit, Tumblr, etc. All lagging horribly to the point of already getting on my nerves. All these useless people around the world were all scared of what was going on and because of that were ruining my navigation. What a bunch of selfish asses. 

As the Pokemon mentioned its name, "Erion", my eyes widened just slightly and purple flames covered some portions of my hair. They were highly transparent and difficult to notice unless someone was directly focusing at me. I didn't feel them, nor see them, so I simply ignored it. But malice came into my mind as I heard that name, as I was reminded of a lot of thing. I quickly hopped into the site I was muted in yesterday and noticed through old logs that indeed this Erion guy was that Evanist user online. Or at least they shared the same name. They did have similar voices, but the world can't be that small, right? This was interesting, but I was quickly more interested in finding more videos or blogs about the situation. But seeing how my connection was saturated given the circumstances, it may be a while before I get magic done.