run to the hills [ walker ]

[Reigen Arataka]

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[attr="class","rapl2"]RUN TO THE HILLS, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES

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[attr="class","rapl5"]Walker DuVall

Reigen was a liar by nature. It came with the job, a work uniform to be worn like a coat – spit dishonesty in the face of all who came before him, twist the truth until it fit only what benefited he and his work. Yes, one could argue that he was different from most other con artists in that his trickery still led to a positive end. Problems still got solved, even if how, exactly, he solved them wasn't the same as what he said he'd done. But even if that was the case, people didn't typically take well to finding out that they had been misled. In most cases, it simply resulted in an angry rant by the person in question and a loss of customer (assuming he didn't trick them again into thinking that his lying had been justified in the beginning, but as soon as they learned that was a lie, well -). In other cases, he ended up in situations like these. Back in Spice City, he'd been more than prepared to deal with an angry, potentially violent customer. When said angry, most certainly violent customer was blatantly inhuman, though... Well, he'd have to admit there was just some things you couldn't improvise.

Running, however, had never failed the “psychic” before, and it didn't appear to be failing him now. If anything, the only thing failing him was the nonsensical string of terrified nonsense falling out of his mouth as he ran through unfamiliar streets, alerting his pursuer at all times of his exact location. He quick, certainly, but his stamina was even worse than that of Mob's by now. It was only a matter of time that he was caught and quite possibly mauled at this rate. He needed a place to hide, not that he knew of any here, or at the very least a distraction. But what would work for either of those? Before he could figure that out, what he really needed was help – and that could be asked for from just about anyone.

“You there!” he shouted to a stranger with a mop of blond, nearly-white hair atop his head. The chances of his first pick being a winner were slim, but sometimes, especially in cases where a giant slime monster was after your head, one just had to take the gamble. “Hide me!”

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[Walker DuVall]

Morning classes were a mistake and no amount of coffee could wake them up and oh, they'd had enough for their hands to shake and their stomach ache. Surely his students were faring even worse, so he considered being a little more relaxed with them to compensate. They wondered if their students would even remember the lecture. At seven in the morning, the average person hardly had the mental capacity to remember the complex anatomy of creatures half of them had never heard of. Walker didn't understand why there was a biology course. Few were natives of the island and each one's world was frequently leagues different from the next. Anatomy barely lined up. Despite this, there had been an opening for a professor when they'd arrived on the island and so they'd jumped at it, eager to not be stuck working a customer service job of any kind. They didn't have the capabilities of bending over backwards to ensure a good review. It was a job, so it was money, and it wasn't a particularly difficult job, just tedious. And exhausting when they had to get up so early and then teach for three hours. The break in the middle wasn't even enough for a nap of any degree. They didn't have any other classes today, though, and it was a considerable comfort that they didn't have to function anymore. Just go home, go back to sleep, and maybe work on next week's lesson plans thay night when they could actually think.

"You there!" A voice tore through the hazy cloud in their head, "Hide me!" Hide him? Why? What obligation did they have to protect this stranger? Walker stared vacantly at the man sprinting towards him and trying to keep up. The man definitely had the advantage of two whole legs while the slime had none. Still, the slime kept an impressive speed and remained hot on the man, although a bit behind. It wasn't a case of who who was faster, but who would tire first and the man seemed to be losing. Really, they had no reason to help the man, but it might be interesting. So they grabbed the man's arm and pulled him roughly off his initial course. They dragged him down a side street and then, before the slime rounded the corner, they grabbed him more firmly and jumped up into the air. Walker set him on the roof of the closest building before touching down himself. "Hidden enough?" They spoke quietly, but then paused with tired surpise. They peered over the edge of the building. "I dropped my briefcase." They mumbled. They watched as the slime investigated it. When it turned its attention elsewhere for a moment, the case shot up to them and Walker grabbed it out of the air. Immediately he inspected it for slime induced damage. "So why are you running from a slime?" They asked once satisfied with the condition of their case.

Reigen Arataka