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It had been a long day, blood slowly puddled into his faded utility jacket from a near-miss, luckily it wasn't deep and could be fix easily. His plan didn't go off without a hitch, but luckily he had a few contingencies, and soon the Wendigo's disgusting flesh sizzled out of existence. Luckily a family friend had tipped him off this 'unique' Wendigo, whom seemed to have a distinct look to him compared to the normal fleshbags. It didn't matter much to Akio, it burned just as well as the others did. Still, a worrisome thought loomed over his shoulders, the Wendigo's seemed to be faster in this neck of the woods, vicious too, and even more bold than normal.

Brooding over these thoughts, he remembered something, [i][color=#A4A4A4]Damn, I ran out of alcohol a few days ago.[/color][/i] A personal tenet was not to drink at all, booze slurred the mind, and a slow mind lead to a creeping demise. Instead, he used it as a quick, and cheap disinfectant. Wasn't always effective but it got the job done, and it was always found everywhere he went. Seeing as he was still new to town, he did not know his way around, and seeing a passing bar, decided to get in and procure the strongest alcohol he could. Luckily at this point the bleeding had ceased slightly, but his jacket was still soaked in blood and his arm was still rather numb. Akio really lacked something in personal courtesy to not really care about it though.

He could feel a few eyes gape at him as he entered the bar, he walked through their gazes and towards the counter,

[color=#A4A4A4]"Hey."[/color] he called out, ignoring the man who had a notebook out, [color=#A4A4A4]"Two bottles of your strongest alcohol."[/color] he felt a bit peckish too, but figured it best to pick up something at a convenience store, not wanting risk an infection decommissioning him again.