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[Zen Leandros]

Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Mountain Glenn xxx Ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ: A whole bunch of freaks xxxx Ｓｔａｔｕｓ: Amused, Excited

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IndentIf not for the fact that he'd been following Cinder's orders, Mercury would have long wandered off purely out of boredom. As it was, he remained near the base of the building his scroll had led him to, waiting to see who or what held one of their marked scrolls. A flicker nearby caught his attention, and he pressed himself back against the wall as much as he could, blending in with the darker shadows out of habit. An old man and two others, strangely dressed, appeared and made their way through the ally, turning the corner and...wait. Eyes narrowed, he couldn't help but think the space just around the corner looked off. It was like when Emerald began using her little tricks on people, though he couldn't say for sure if that was really what was happening. Regardless, neither man had been the one he wanted, so he ignored their passage a remained where he was.

A small ping from his scroll told him his target was moving, and he made to follow, until he saw that they were circling back around to this exact location. What were they up to, he wondered, and received his answer soon enough. A girl, carried in the arms of a creature he'd never seen before led a group of equally odd looking folk passed his hiding place and around the corner. As before, that strange flicker caught his eye, but it was the image on his scroll that really caught his attention. The being he'd been tracking in hopes of being led to Roman, was now also in Mountain Glenn, when moments ago they'd been right on top of him. Well then, perhaps he'd been more correct about that odd spot than he'd realized.

Pushing away from the wall, he followed the last member of the group around the corner, and went wide eyed with shock a moment later. Mountain Glenn now spread out before him, but that was less of a concern than that horde of Beowulf heading right for the collection of idiots currently standing around. They were like ducks on a pond, lined up and ready to be shot down. Unfortunately, Mercury was smack in the middle of the line up, and he wasn't looking to become lunch.

A few of the oddly dressed strangers seemed happy enough to put up a fight, and though he'd have preferred to find perch and watch the show, there was no time. Unlike the others however, Mercury was not afraid to get up close and personal with the Grimm. Dashing passed the pirate, Mercury lashed out with his left leg in a series of kicks. None landed, but then, they hadn't been meant to. On the tail end of each kick, a shotgun blast sounded, bullets tearing through three of the Grimm headed their way. Leaping back to avoid the swipe of another, he grinned. Perhaps this would be fun after all.
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