[@Ninian]

[color=662d91][h3]Jinx[/h3][/color]

Well. ****ity, ****, ****eth. This was bad. There had be a hospital somewhere nearby, but he didn't have any idea where, and calling 911 might not....by the spirits this guy looked bad. Almost like he'd just climbed out of freezing water. That same desperately clinging to life mixed with wet dog look.

What in all the mounting hells of the void was he supposed to d-

Four months ago. Hoenn. Leap off a roof into the sea. Enough bruises, scraps and dents in him to put a used car to shame. And he'd made it out. Heck. He was wearing more then his share of bandages now-one on the arm, some underneath the shirt. Crime paid well. Really freaking well (lie and cheat kids, it works!). But it also hurt. Vents had sharp things in 'em. Breaking glass, shockingly, had a chance of cutting you.

And dodging the police wasn't a low-risk profession. He had this.

[i]Right.[/i]

A certain...zen overcame him, and actions became automatic.

[color=662d91]"Houndoom. Get my kit."
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The hound pokemon chuffed once, questioningly.

[color=662d91]"No I don't care if you have to tackle the luggage attendant. Hell. Set everything else on fire for all I care. Just get the kit."[/color]

[color=662d91]“Now.”[/color] The words were smooth, confident, not quite the purr he used to freak out handsome cops, but definitely in same range as his classic ‘we both know I’m going to escape so why bother’ typeset.

[color=662d91]“I’ll tell you what’s going to happen.”[/color] He directed his gaze at the psychic pokemon. [color=662d91]“As soon as Houndoom plows his way through whatever rent-a-cop they have in luggage, I’ll fix up your man. While the slack-jawed morons who run this place sit around being useless. Savvy? Savvy. But for me to do that. I’m gonna have to ask you to stop shouting in my headspace.”[/color]