Some random teenager ran past me and my group saying something about pointing guns, and everyone putting them down, and not too long after that, some other guy shouted at everyone to get in the hotel... which sounded like a pretty good idea to me. I simply nod, and back away until I get to the hotel, at which point, I run inside. Once inside, I notice one working television, and perhaps more importantly, a busted-up-looking noivern of some sort. His skin seemed to have an oddly metallic property to it, and he really didn't look as though he got through the day easily. Maria seems to almost wake up at this sight, and I shout "NO! Maria, for the love of whatever deity you follow, DON'T DO IT! I've seen your grades in med, and, not to mention this isn't a human. You'll kill the guy before you can figure out what's wrong with him," at that, Maria puts away her scalpel and stethoscope... which only meant that I was probably right in convincing her not to help out... I mean, I'm not even in med school, and I can already tell that the stethoscope would be completely useless in this situation. Maria then takes a seat next to the injured noivern, and starts to fall asleep, which led to her somewhat humorously hugging the thing in her sleep. This pose didn't last too long, and she was just back to sleeping, all the while leaving an injured pokemon injured... it was kind of unfortunate that none of us could do anything, after all, Bart's major was in art for some stupid reason, mine was computer science... and Maria? Well, she took a med class once, and flunked out of it.

As Erion saw that the goodra thing started to move at the hotel after everyone arrived to tell them to get there... he fallowed. It was not cause he was fallowing that crazy human girl that just arrived, which seemed a bit weird for him.... it was more like he was fallowing what most of the group was saying. And if things were to get to chaos.... he could always try to hold the building slightly while running. As he got in the building, he saw some weird metalical looking noivern, injured. He stared at the thing for a bit before hearing that that goodra yelling at Maria... at least that what he understood, about not trying to help that noivern. Then that weavile dropped the scalpel and went to sleep. At this, Erion sighed, and then looked around, seeing some curtains. He quickly gets to them and using his psychic powers, tear them down, before making large strips of them. The curtains had holes in them, but he did not have time to get something better for now. He rushes to the noivern and then puts the curtains good parts on the injured parts, aiming to stop the bleeding at least. Lucky he had psychic powers.... It seemed that if he concentrated on something, he could move it... that was rather interesting for him at least. As he finish applying the so-called bandages, he backs away a bit.
"If only my first aid classes would have showed me how to take care of bird like things.' he then says, shaking his head. He breath deeply.
"That will do for now I guess. Hope your alright." he adds. He then turns to the group, and breath deeply.
"Name is Erion by the way...." he then says.

~Freddy Girault~

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.

"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."

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.

"Tient, Tient..."

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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~Jade Fintch~

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.

"Ugh, ew. Euthanasia pUhlease."

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.

These guys didn't seem to be dangerous. They were only trying to find out what was going on. That guy who told them they'd find answers inside didn't seem like the kind of guy that could be trusted, but she was out of options at this point. She peeked around the corner. There were only three people who were still outside - Two humans, and what looked like a pink dog-like creature. She walked out and approached them, holding her hands up so they didn't think she was a threat. "Hey. I'm only trying to get out of the rain. Don't shoot, OK?"
There was no turning back now. She probably looked pretty suspicious, walking out of an alleyway like that. It seemed like she was safe, though. These people didn't seem like complete psychopaths.

-The Batter-
I grab some of the stuff from the car, including my bat and the gun, and some food, and Katie grabs the rest. I look over and see someone walk up to us, telling us not to shoot. "Why would we? Just follow me inside, I think you'll be fine," I say, walking into the hotel. Inside, there was something nearly dead. It was a bird-like creature. I look at it, and then say "Hm... well, I'm no doctor, but that looks bad," as I sort the foodstuffs into a pile near the well and I grab my bat, and then grab the gun. Katie pretty much drops all of it into the pile. I walk over, and kneel down to look at it. "So, how is this the answer to all our problems?" I ask, staring at it. "Does he... know anything about whats going on?" I say and I look over to see that Jade girl on her laptop. I sigh, and shake my head and look back at the bird. "What should I do?"

Thankfully, I didn't suffer a brain breed. I just had a minor dent in my head and such, thanks to all the metal in my body. I wasn't dead, but I certainly didn't feel well trying to talk and stand. In a little ring of misfits were: several juxtapositions involving a tribble and guns, a MBA player with a cupcake, flashing false girl, a fire-breathing slug, some... I dunno, a yoga-boxer champion, and a twisted Hello Kitty. Things felt like an anime.

In my vision (admittedly not too great) as I looked around and heard everything, I could make out a board to stick notes (and that was full of them), a reception desk left empty and cash register partially opened, painting of some beach... then, there was the window behind me and above the coach, looking out into the dying carnage of outside. People were crazy, but not anarchic. Sure enough, my headache came from the TV tipped sideways, with some interview somehow going on in Japan with... look, make it out yourself. Game Freak or some shit trying to deny their role in all of this, what with reporters and police officers around. Strangely, little in terms of Pokemon. Aside from a Porygon who let his voice out. "Mates, I'll be alright. I just got a bit of a headache... someone ought to put the telly upright, thanks." Of course, I had to sit back down, since I had suddenly developed vertigo just by staring at the TV.

Through subtitles I could just make out, I guessed the Porygon spoke out about ripping his ideas of a 'Ronald Bishop.' Naturally, I would have absolutely no idea who the heck he was. He spoke Japanese, but it wasn't too hard to understand... well, the subtitles helped. They included lines such as: "A man called Ronald Bishop discovered them.", "I made the video games not of childhood memories but for profit, as living back then was difficult-"

Screw it. The power got cut, causing the TV to make it's distinctive 'off noise' while the lights kinda popped. The hotel became almost nightly as the rain pounded at our windows. I knew this place would become the stuff of nightmares soon, but it was the problem of whether it would actually happen or not. "Argh... that doesn't help." I didn't know I was responding to anyone. I noticed some keys on the floor, which presumably that helpful man gave me. A tag on the end made of some silver metal pointed out there was a free room on top. "My... my name is Miles Hall... and I'm not dead yet. What are your names, people?" I was supposed to say Pokemon, but... what the Hell.

The noivern, who was apparently called 'Miles Hall' introduced himself, and pointed out the television on the wall... though, for some reason, as if he was British or something, he called it a 'telly'... he also referred to us as 'mates', which I only knew as something a stereotypical Australian person would say. He was kinda weird, but, maybe he just hit his head a little too hard. I notice the porygon on the screen who was apparently the creator of pokemon, Mr. Satoshi Tajiri if I recall. Oddly enough, he explained for a bit how he really only made the franchise for the money, and pretty much just saying that his previous story about being inspired by his childhood was complete BS. Of course, I couldn't speak Japanese, but, I could read the subtitles quickly enough. It then hit me for a moment... was it possible that we actually had the powers that pokemon had in the games? Even the ones that might be physically or biologically impossible? Hm... my thought process was cut short with Miles asking everyone their names, and to that, I responded "Name's Roger... honestly, with how many people forget me, I'm getting tired of introducing myself," this gets a chuckle out of Bart for some reason, who adds "Yeah, yeah, don't tell your sob story again, Roger. Anyways, my name's Bart, and the sleepy girl over there's Maria. Nice to meet ya, Miles," I then keep thinking about how I could possibly breathe fire... I mean, I woke up with a fire on the end of my tail, I looked like some sort of weird hybrid between a charizard and a goodra... I should probably be able to use fire in some way, shape, or form. I then walk outside for a moment, and wait for the rain to stop, still thinking about how I could use my abilities, and looking behind me to make sure nobody followed, considering the fact that this could get dangerous. I then take a deep breath, and pause for a moment before finally creating fire... no, it wasn't just some fire breath or beam or something like that, it was an entire wall of the stuff, and it was heading away from me, and hopefully not towards anything TOO flammable. The flame wall looked amazing with the way it glowed, even in the brightness of the sun. Whoa... but... why can't I just breathe out a simple stream of fire, like most dragons? I ask myself as the flame wall starts to fade, and possibly cool until it was gone. I then wondered who else saw that, and if they'd even care.

As Erion looked at the tv, he sighed as he hears the news, and shakes his head. So pokemon were just for money back then.,,, and seeing how that guy was a porygon, it was rather ironic. Seriously though, why the heck did all this happen. What made them change like that? Why was everyone like that? Was it cause of their nature or was it that it was some devious person that decided to change humans into pokemons. It was a bit too confusing for him. He breath deeply.
"Like I said earlier, names Erion. Though right now we might need somewhere safer..." he says as he sees the power going down in the hotel. He grumbles a bit at this. This was bad... real bad. He moves close to the door, only to see Robe.... He means Roger, go and use some kind of fire wall attack. Erion smiles at this a bit and breath deeply.
"Well... that was interesting..." he says smiling a bit. He breath and think a bit.
"Where to now.... We would need a safe place, and I don't think the hotel would be good, especialy with the risk of something crashing in it and burrying us down if we are too far in it." he then says.

-The Batter-
I look at the TV as it's on for a second, and I look back at this avian creature. "What is it? In fact, what is everyone? Why the hell is my daughter some cupcake, and not a little girl?" I ask, demanding for answers. I sit down and rub my forehead, and think about the problem. "Is this all some kind of sick nightmare?" I ask, hearing more and more gunshots. The dragon thing walks outside and burps a wall of fire, and I look around. "This must be a dream. There isn't any way that he just did that," I say, and my daughter finally calms down and sits next to me, shivering. I hug her, and look at her. I pinch myself over and over again. "No. This isn't real. This can't be real. None of this should be happening."

The TV was showing some weird computer-bird thing, who was talking in Japanese. Jade could only understand it because of the subtitles. She thought that it would help clear up any confusion she had, but it only confused her even more. There were a few people in the group that seemed to have a slight understanding of what was going on, but she had no clue. About 30 seconds after she'd started watching the TV, the power went out. "Shit." She said under her breath. One of the creatures outside must have hit a power line or something.

A metal bird introduced himself as Miles Hall, and asked everyone else what their names were. "I'm Jade." Jade said.
Once the rain had stopped, one of the guys - his name was Roger, or something like that - went outside. Through the window, Jade saw him create a wall of fire. She thought she was seeing things at first, but everyone else seemed to see it as well.

Erion mentioned that the hotel wasn't safe. With all the stuff going on outside, someone could easily send the entire thing crashing down.
"You've got a point." Jade said. "Where will we go, though?"
She looked around at the other people in the group, hoping they would know of some place that they could go to.

~Freddy Girault~

What a mess, it almost felt like Marseille during a football match, and the hotel I had left barely half an hour ago got a complete makeover from all the chaos around. While the many fine people here were focused on the working TV showing an interview with some typical Asian guy I couldn't understand one bit, I kept thinking on how I could get somewhere safe and with less bullshit. Quickly Bolton came to mind, that rich guy could be an easy way out of here as well as a reliable source of goods if need be, plus he wouldn't be too far from here considering we've been here barely five minutes. Suddenly the place blacked out, not that it was much of a surprise, and then we were allowed to have one hell of a fire show from the lizard-dragon thing it identified itself as Roger. The cat one called Erion suggested what I warned them about earlier, that this place wasn't safe at all. At least we could agree.

"In my opinion, we should look for that man who brought us here. If that guy is who I think he is, he's a nice ticket out of here and toward a safe place."

I told them all as I hopped off the table I stood on, and walked my way to where everyone else amassed themselves, around the winged creature. My tone was solemn and strong, as if I wanted to get as much attention as possible. Of course, if we were going to look for someone, we may as well have as much man force as possible, so I made my idea VERY clear. I failed to tell my name, not that I didn't trust them or anything nor did I want to be that guy with the attitude, but it felt unimportant, mostly due to the fact that I was having trouble identifying myself in this new body.

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~Jade Fintch~

They were talking and I was surfing, at least everyone or rather everything had its place in this shithole of a hotel. The internet had at least the effect of distracting me enough from thinking about all these ugly, creepy things surrounding me. They talked as if they were human beings, but really they were just repulsive monsters with over developed mouths. I was actually prying on the TV broadcast everyone was watching but through my computer screen so I could get a better look at the subtitles. Pokemon company, really? And some Ronald guy was mentioned, which prompted me to get curious. Wikipedia was my friend as I winded up the many typos I could as possible to get the right spelling of the scientist who was mentioned, only to find out that things were off. No article like this existed, however going through multiple archives similar to how I would fuck around in Encyclopedia Dramatica, I could see that some article with that title existed and was just recently deleted. I'm no hacker, so I can't get anything done other than verify such an article existed, and before I could look anything else up, the power went off.

"Well fuck. Wikipedia's article on that scientist guy was deleted like about a day ago. Now that shit hit the fan and the power went off, No internet, so no cyber stalking the guy's identity."

I said right before the dragon thing spit out fire. That wasn't in itself scary but I was so on edge once I looked at these monsters in the dark, I flipped and fell off my chair when the flames illuminated the area in the form of a wall. I bumped my head pretty hard and my body felt numb. I could however easily get back up, only to have my body deform completely into purple and black flames. I didn't feel anything more than dizziness, and as I felt normal again, my body had turned into the Banette-Spiritomb hybrid I wasn't even aware I looked like. I looked at everyone and rubbed my head, feeling it as if it had not changed. They could all see my body not looking like anything that came here in the first place, but my voice won the contest of weirdness here. It was eerie and sometimes even echoed as if I were some spooky yet typical ghost. It was also quite raspy and intimidating. I was clueless, and if I were to be confronted to a mirror, who know what would happen.

"Damn it. You can at least WARN us before doing such a tryhard stunt, God... Batter guy here screamed my name already, it's Jade. Don't remember his though."

"Mate, that odd fellow ran out of here about five minutes ago. I think. It's not a good idea to start running in the middle of an apocalypse here." Out of all the people talking, I could only talk to one at a time. That, and one of the strangers (Robbie) ran out and pulled off an amazing stunt.

"Oh... and I just realised he was also a fuckin' billionaire, shortly after connecting him with his 'secret' brother Johnson." I tried to face-palm, but it was already pretty difficult trying to stretch a wing. So, I implied a face-palm, staring blankly at the hamster on the floor. It was tough being a Pokemon, but getting a head injury at the didn't help. At least I was starting to feel a bit better, although if only Maria got off my legs then they wouldn't go numb. I clicked my neck, getting Maria's head off slowly as I stood up. Sure enough, I felt like being poisoned, but it wasn't as serious as beforehand. "Alright. Power's out, and we'll probably die soon. Fred-" I just managed to resist calling him 'Friend' or 'Fredrick.' That wasn't the thing that stopped me talking.

"Argh, what's with the purple light?" At first, I thought I had a rather serious concussion. But, it turned out to be mild or possibly non-existent - that entity of flames was true and alive. "Okay, I don't want to ask. You're creepy enough as it is."

Back to the thing on the floor, disturbingly being rather authoritative... in fact, a juxtaposition what with all the fur and guns... I barely managed to scratch my head, letting off a few horrible screeches from metal-on-metal action. I had to bend my neck and I looked like a buffoon. "So, everyone." I just realised there weren't three people in this room. I cleared my throat, despite hurting everyone's ears and possibly mauling their eardrums again, along with getting my head straight. "Here's what we're gonna do. With all the piss going on outside, we're gonna have to set this world straight ourselves. Why? Maybe I've got a serious concussion. Besides that, panic, 'cause God forbid this hotel collapses any minute now." As I spoke, I noticed an odd glint on the teal seat behind me. And under Maria's head. A pair of keys, something I didn't carry around yet I still possessed for some reason. I investigated the details of the keys, noticing how they had some numbers, had some intricate shapes, and... cool. One of the words was a brand name for luxury cars. "Who wants to go raid Bolton's garage downstairs, rather wait for the wanker himself? There's probably some sort of large car down there we can use for transport." I asked, grinning as I took out the keys from under her head. I didn't yank them out, but rather I had to lift her head carefully to pluck them.

I re-enter the hotel just in time to hear the most horrible sound I've ever heard in my life. I quickly try to cover where I assumed my ears were, and unfortunately fail in actually covering anything. I resist shouting 'Why would you do that!?' and once my hearing recovers, I notice that same metal bat...wyvern... bird... thing apparently called Miles say something about raiding a garage. He also seemed to have a set of keys ready. I also notice a newcomer... some sort of ghost who may or may not have killed that computer girl. "So... who the heck is that, and what happened to Ms. Laptop?" I ask the group. Bart was the one who answered my question with "That's 'Ms. Laptop' or, if you want her name, she's Jade... the other Jade," I nod and finally answer Miles. "Yeah, let's get outta here... I mean, I'm sure we'll find that guy on our way... or we could just forget about him completely, and maybe get a nice car to use whenever we need one," I then start to run, though, to an outside observer, it just looked like I was walking. I swear I used to be faster than this... agh! This is annoying as heck, why am I so slow!? I think as I try to run, with Bart literally running circles around me, and taunting me about my speed as he does so, and Maria eventually waking up and joining us... though, pretty much instantly making it to the garage in question. I didn't know about the rest, but this was humiliating... I secretly vowed to always say that I'm walking, yup, never ran in my life before, and if this is how slowly I run, then I'll never do so again in my life. My own slow run was embarrassing, and I'm sure that 'Jade' character is going to laugh about it, and then just run off to the garage, herself. Obviously, she was going to get there before I did... ugh, why am I so slow?

As Erion was about to get back inside, he heard one of the most horrible screeshing noise. He stayed there, forcing himself to not let out a cry of pain and stares at the noivern/skymorie hybrid. He stares at him before hearing about the whole car thing, and the set of keys. He breath deeply.
"Well.... I guess we can go." he says, before looking at the ghost like girl and shivering a bit. Something about her just made him feel unsettled. Something made him think that he met her somewhere, or more like her voice when she was human like...and now.... He breath deeply.
"We got a car to catch... and with this form... I would be surprised to be able to drive... I have my driving license but... Lets say I can't really.... get to the pedals unfortunately." he then says, saddened by this. He shakes his head quickly, and breath deeply, starting to run towards the garage, only to see that goodra hybrid being rather slow. Well, they will have to wait for him to arrive. He is kind their fire power here if things get messy.

-The Batter-
I open my eyes to see some bright purple flames from that girl on the laptop. "Ugh. Well, I guess this is real," I say, standing up, and then collapsing with my hands over my ears when I hear something that sounded like a person scratching a car with the keys. Speaking of, the very thing that made that sound was talking about going down in a garage. I walk with my daughter who was carrying some of the supplies, and I had my bat and the gun, and some of the supplies as well. I stand up, and walk towards the garage, and say "I can drive if no one else can," as I get to the garage.

An eerie purple light came from the other end of the room. Jade looked over to see what it was, and in the place of the other Jade was something much stranger than any of the other creatures she'd seen. It looked like some kind of ghost made of purple plasma. Jade thought she was seeing things, but considering the others' reactions, she wasn't the only one who'd seen it.

A loud metal screech filled the room, making Jade and everyone else cringe. The source was Miles. He mentioned a garage owned by some rich guy, which would probably have a vehicle they could use to escape.
"Alright, let's go." Jade said, following the others to the garage.

~Freddy Girault~

After the first wave of fireworks came the second with more colors added to it. An ambiguous shade of flames had suddenly ignited where that geeky girl was previously sitting, acting as if it were some living being that had just fallen off something. Its presence felt indeed eerie, and of course my attention was strongly captivated by this illuminating presence, but as the bird-bat-thing nearly mentioned my name, my eyes glared right up at the being's damaged head. It was one of those grudge-like stares that would put normal passerby's in a very uncomfortable position if they encountered someone with that look surrounded by other shady people. I wasn't going to turn on the guy or anything, but I didn't remember mentioning my name, so perhaps this was just some nasty coincidence. The fact that he grazed both metals to produce an atrocious sound was highly disconcerting to my powerful hearing, however I quickly adapted to it and managed to "close it off" as I focused on something else than that sound.

Before I could wind up some reply to get a move on, he appeared to have a better plan as he mentioned Bolton's garage. The fact that he mentioned that rich fuck only confirmed my suspicions earlier, it was that billionaire we could easily milk during such a moment. Did I really think of doing that? Yes, but was I really that low to beat down a man in such chaos? Not anymore anyway. I stuck to cleaner things and I preferred avoiding such big shots nowadays, this previous deal being one of those rare, but very worthwhile, exceptions.

"Non, you're not driving with that small body of yours. I'm not either, mon gars. I guess this human guy should drive because I don't think feu-au-cul (fire-in-ass) or chaudasse (roughly translate to hot-slut, referring to Jade in this case with all her flames) are going to be very productive."

I followed them to the garage, ready to face the shitstorm outside if I had to. Weapon ready, body prompt for sudden reactions, even if I anticipated a shitty side effect of jumping way too high. I wasn't going to impose myself all that much for now, because things were looking alright and a decent vehicle was what we needed. Plus having such big guys with bulky bodies like feu-au-cul made great bodyguards against the assholes outside.

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~Jade Fintch~

It would only be now that I would have noticed some new individual around here, I could hear a somewhat new female voice anyway. By my vision was still shaky from the fall and my sudden transformation into my Pokemon form. Not that I was aware of this form to begin with, thus making everyone's sudden attention on me a bit of a mystery. I mean, there was a HUGE dragon thing, some ridiculous rat monster with a gun, some cat-psycho being that reminded me of some troll bait, and God forbid that armored bat producing such a BAD sound. The flames on my body almost vibrated in response to the twisted sound, as if they were taking the equivalent form of goosebumps. I still didn't realize I had changed, even if my hands were clearly over sized, but in my perspective they felt normal for some reason.

"The hell are you all looking at? We gotta get off this shithole, it doesn't have any Wi-Fi left, Jeez."

I packed my things, placing my laptop in my backpack. It would only be when I pulled my hand out of the bag that I finally noticed my giant, clawed, purple hand coming out of it and barely fitting out. I stayed motionless as the rest marched toward the exit. I shivered, fixating my hand before swiftly snagging my makeup kit in my bag's pocket. I opened it and looked at the integrated mirror, only to see the most disgusting creature I've ever seen in this vast array of bullshit. I screamed hard, hard enough that my eerie, echoing voice shattered nearby glass. I didn't not know the screech attack, but by God the moment I discovered the truth, there wasn't a NEED for magical powers, this was all genuine.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT NO WAY NO NO NO I WAS FUCKING NORMAL A SECOND AGO! Nooooo NOOOOOOOOOOOO, this is dumb as HEEEELLLL!"

My hands were in my head as I started pacing around the area while the others had practically left. Stress had consumed me, fear engulfed my every thought. It was like one of those moments where you forget something really important and the consequences are terrifying every fiber in your body. My hands were running down my body from time to time, feeling a few differences but as I got used to it, I realized my body still felt the same in my point of view. This body was completely insane, even more insane than anything we've all seen in the area.

"No... I look even uglier than these losers... This is such crap, no fucking seriously, what the hell..."

Wi-fi was no longer a concern, as I slowly walked toward the exit and went where the rest of the group went, my mind almost completely devoid of reason as of now. I had no idea what we were doing now, and I didn't care. I was lost, I was ugly, and I was stuck with a bunch of creepy creatures who look MAGNIFICENT next to my new look. This sucked, and made no sense. Why did I transform after them? Am I really that special? I tried to make the best of it, but for now, no such luck.

Well, nothing ever came easy from this point onwards.

I still had a headache, everyone was either really slow or tired, and some of us couldn't deal with the world anymore.

I was about to pass the decorated keys to the baseball... guy, when I heard the ghost girl whining about her fucking appearance. I nearly lost it (I did have a headache), although I really had to stay calm so that... well, here was my plan:
1. Get transport
2. Find that Ronald wanker
3. Find Ronald, and get him to explain today's events
4. Possibly kill him (this was optional) or get him to follow us around
5. Find a solution to all of this

I mean, come on... we all transformed into these beloved video game characters. Surely there was a cure for all of this - it was probably a disease after all. I thought a lot of time passed when really, looking out an unbroken window, it was still morning, albeit late morning. The room was undisturbed as usual, with a jar or two broken from our tails. On our right was the stairs/fire exit, in which the door looked rather worn and old. Presumably, downstairs would lead to the garage. So, as everyone made their way to the door, I opened the thing and lead the way downstairs. I think people were both in front and behind me, but I was too busy rushing to care.

"Right, let's get moving... and please, we've all had a bad day. Stop whining and follow us downstairs."

To getting down to the garage should've been easy. But, the stairs were quite narrow, even for a human. I nearly tripped five times on the way down, making frying pan-like noises against the white cement-brick wall. The place was dimly lit, strange when the power was cut. Of course, I figured Bolton would never liked this place to have a power cut, so he had a back-up generator somewhere...

As I made to the final floor and opened the door, I began swearing... "Ah, fuck." Most of the cars were already taken. Someone had burst through the garage door, which lead to a ramp and up towards the street. All the remaining were either gone or dented badly... thankfully, out of the five cars still around, one still remained with impressive might. It had a few scratches, but it would do. I began walking over, cautious of anything that could happen while hearing a few windows cracking from the street. The garage itself seemed unremarkable, not exactly bright yet still illuminating the white walls. The floor was concrete and unpainted, while the ceiling could just fit the big vehicle.

"Come on, let's get into this huge truck!" Okay. It wasn't a ute (because they're quite ugly), but it looked like somebody had crossed an armoured van with a SUV and a sports car. Surely the keys would work... they'd have to, since they were the only ticket to get us out of here. If nobody else could break through those doors, how could we ever get inside?

But, we had bigger problems. I had let out a surprised groan, because I was struck in the wing by a rock. The thing that made the hole was a Graveler sitting by the giant truck and he didn't look friendly. "I was hoping for someone to come along with some keys!" He began rolling around, and I just barely leaped away from his path as he started to barrel towards my new-found friends...

"Guys, get out of the way!"

I finally made it to where everybody else was, however, before I could catch my breath, Miles shouted "Guys, get out of the way!" I then notice the graveler rolling towards the group. I made sure that I was in front of everyone, mainly through pushing and shoving, and unfortunately, the rolling boulder of doom was closer than I thought it'd be. It was probably too late to say something along the lines of 'don't worry, I've got this one!' or 'keep going, I'll stall him!', and for a moment, I remembered that I was probably part fire... this thing was using rollout... and I didn't have such great defenses. I closed my eyes, and just sort of thought about not getting hurt, about this move just somehow not doing anything, and then... it happened. I don't quite know what happened, but somehow, that attack hit, but didn't do anything. The graveler started swearing up a storm, saying things about various people, including my mother, which didn't really effect me too much, given that 'yo mamma' jokes are too old to be taken seriously at this point, but then... "F***ing h***! I just HAD to get stopped, and by what? Some retardedly colored Barney, or some sort of rejected yoshi!? Yeah, I mean look at this thing, who colored you? A rip-off pinata factory?" He kept going on about it, laughing every now and then, and I tried to keep my cool, but after a while, my thoughts started getting a little cloudy, eventually turning into sheer rage. I kinda blacked out, in the sense that I had no memory of what happened, other than me getting angry, attacking him several times, him running off, apparently scared, and last but not least, me not letting him run off, saying "Where are you going? I'm not finished yet!" After that bout, I found myself in the back of some huge truck, about as tired as was inhumanly possible. What the heck happened...? I ask myself as I look over towards the others who I (presumably) didn't attack during my fit of rage.

As Erion stared at Roger, he had a shiver down his spine. That sudden rage had be a lot, and Roger actually hit him once, but it did not hurt him at all.When it was all over he looked back at the now KO graveller that seemed to have been hit by a train, He looked at Roger who now had calmed down, and looked at where he was hit. It was a attack, he though about outrage and back when he fought that dragon.... It did not hurt him, and now this? The more he though about it the more he was confused. It was as if he was also fairy type... but would he be able to use any of those moves? He just did not know. He breath deeply before getting in the car. He looked at Roger.
"Your gonna need to control yourself a bit when you get into a... destructive mood like that... I was lucky to be able to be... immune to it ironically." he says, looking in front, scratching a bit his own ear. He was still not use to his new body, and being so small really had was limiting him on what he could do. He would need to train up when they will be at a safe space. He wanted to evolve as fast as he could, cause seeing how he will have difficulty keeping up with the rest of the people, it would be best if he had some way to attack better. He knew his... race was not the strongest at all, but seeing how he was a different typing, maybe it came with some strengths and weaknesses.