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[color=99ccff]"I don't like ultimatums... But with the day I've had, it's probably safer with the weird candy crow spirit thing."[/color] Mercury chuckled, [color=0E32CF][b]”That wasn’t much of an ultimatum just a display of options.“[/b][/color] He then offered a hand to help Edwina off the bike. Then went up the outside stairs, and to room 66 which some guy then wrote in pen another 6. Mercury found it a little charming, and fitting that he was staying in this room. He grabbed a small duffle bag, and put a change of clothes in it along with some liquid cash he’d liberated from a drug cartel a few weeks ago, it was about 20k. He grabbed another set of clean clothes, and went into the bathroom to change. As he seriously didn’t want to be in blood stained clothes anymore. 

When he came out he was with just a pair of jeans, and boots. Along with his mask the dark figure was actually surprisingly chiseled. Like an inhumanly dark skinned black man with wisps of black smoke coming off him. But, it wasn’t smoke it was just his body. He’d decided to wash himself up a little bit from the grim of the day. Especially his masks which were now all sitting on his belt and sash hanging from his hand. [color=0E32CF][b]”Hey mind throwing me that jacket over there? I forgot it.“[/b][/color] He pointed to a black, and blue coat draped on the chair beside Eddie.