[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Realgam Tower [Hotel Area] || Late Night  "I already said I didn't want to be there when trouble showed back up. Go back to your mosh pit. You belong more with them than with pokemon that actually want to stay...”
Frankie’s smile was immovable as always, sensing the hostility in the canine’s words but too lazy to even consider doing something about it. A lot of people hated him – of course he could never understand why that was – but it was something he’d just grown used to. Insults, verbal jibes meant nothing; hell, even physical damage wasn’t enough to sway the canine’s peppy spirit. Frankie’s temper was almost mythical, fabled due to his extraordinary ability to misjudge situation after situation.
However, a rumbling sound soon broke the silence, the canine’s grin dropping as his ears pricked at the noise. “The fuck is that?”
He muttered, his reaction more of excited curiosity rather than fear. Hardly hearing the red-dog’s parting words, the Ninetales was instead facing the sound’s source to catch glimpse of two red orbs behind the rapidly-approaching group. Ah… Probably best to start running…"All of you, get a move on it! No stupid comments this time, fox, just run [or fly] after the other two!"
He heard the bird’s order overhead, looking up to catch the avian filling the hallway with his impressive wingspan. Alright for some.
Smiling, his lanky legs springing to life as he sprinted after the others at a surprising speed, Frankie looked akin to a puppy. Of course, part of him knew
the danger pursuing the group, but it was far easier to delude himself into thinking this was, like the Mightyena-creature said, another game. Resisting the urge to laugh, his veins pumping with sweet adrenaline, Frankie looked back to Ciana and Lulu, grinning away as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. “Keep up, girliles!”
He called back through pants, blocking out the undead emerging from the gloom a short distance behind them. Eh, we’ll be fine!
Turning back, his pace unfaltering despite the unusual cheer surrounding his scruffy form, Frankie stumbled as his paw came into contact with Snitchy who gave a yelp of surprise. Laughing, remaining tails wagging behind him as he side-stepped his fallen companion, Frankie darted on ahead. “C’mon, Snitchers! You’re as slow as the girls!”
Jimmy had been pleasantly surprised that his new companion’s reaction hadn’t been malicious, a demand of why he hadn’t answered. Perhaps he knew? But of course, Frankie’s arrival proved an unwelcome distraction. Smirking lightly at the horned-canine’s bitter words directed at the dim-witted fire-type, Jimmy was quick to sense vibrations in the earth. Head raised, ears pricked as his wide, lavender eyes stared down the hallway, the fear soon took hold of him.
Running on instinct, short legs propelling him after the crimson hound as the footsteps of the others grew louder with each passing moment. The bird was flying above, Frankie laughing and calling in jest a short distance behind. Now’s not the time, Frankie!
Unable to spare the time to even consider how much he wanted the ability to scold the gambling Ninetales right now, the Herdier instead focused his efforts on controlling his erratic heartbeat. Although the injection of fear gave him reason to quicken his running, it wasn’t quite enough.
A one-toed paw landed hard on his tail, Jimmy unable to silence the yelp of pain that the clumsy Ninetales had caused – accidentally or otherwise. Brought to an abrupt halt, his footing lost as he landed face-first on the cold ground, the Herdier looked up in time to see the offending canine leaping almost gracefully over. His words were the icing on the cake.
But Lulu and Ciana were still running, the monster hot on their heels.
Curling up a moment, paws covering his head in a vain bid to prevent being crushed by his fleeing companions, the Herdier felt the heat of the others pass before scrambling maniacally back to his paws. No, he didn’t want to be here. He could hear the undead bellowing behind him, his scruffy fur standing on end as his paws furiously propelled him after the others. His kind was meant to be relatively quick; it was typical he’d been blessed with such short, stubby legs. Breathing ragged, heart threatening to burst from his chest altogether – Jimmy daren’t look behind.