[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] Coventry Horrors, Seventh Floor
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Aloise Zamora, O.M.E.N Agent, [@Morose] Seraphina Adams, [@Nallore] Eudora Erebus [@Witch Cat][/center][hr]

Panting somewhat as he reached the seventh floor and laid eyes on Aloise, he shook his head at her initial comment, a firm grip around his pistol as he took a brief moment to catch his breath after sprinting up the stairs after her. [color=686F91][b]"Shut up, I wasn't planning on chasing after you today."[/b][/color] He listened as she made her suggestion. Part of him took it as a given, with the two of them, they were rarely actually dealing with something that was human, to his great displeasure, most of the time. But there was the possibility still there. For now though, Liam was pleased his gun was loaded with rock-salt, though, that normal magazine in his belt would quite possibly not go awry.

As he heard the footsteps approaching, Liam reacted quickly though, bringing his gun up to level it with the O.M.E.N. Agent who came up the stairs with Eudora. The suit, gun and the general pompous look gave Liam enough clues to figure out who he was even before he began to shove himself into the 'investigation', prompting more of an exasperated sigh from Liam than anything as he lowered his gun. He was about to make a wise-ass comment as usual, when the creaking came back, louder that time. He looked up toward it, just seconds before the roof began to cave in, not having the time to react before he felt the weight of Aloise's body against him, throwing him out of the way as she tackled him.

Letting out a groan as he fell back onto his ass, he watched as the wardrobe slammed into the ground, seeing the glass shatter and cut the agent as he looked upward, listening to him speak. [color=686F91][b]"Does she really have to go all 'home alone' for her goddamn defences?"[/b][/color] He grumbled, to himself more than anything as he pushed himself to his feet once more, weapon still held firmly in his hand.