Snippet #1718257

Hawke was hobbling down the street, passing new Tamers and old faces alike. He grew up in the main district, after all. You get to know the people when you deal the best demons. Which reminded him, he was supposed to be getting his new ordered Demon in sometime soon. He had ordered a Water Demon, hoping it would help if he expanded his list of fighters. He asked for it to be at least 300, and put down some significant cash for it. Hopefully it wouldn't come out as crap.

He got to his door, and noticed a little piece of paper with his name on it. He flipped it open, and read the contents. Apparently, some moron called Mad Max thought that his underground Tamer league would be a smart thing, and decided to give a flyer to the second best? What a retard. He crumpled the piece of paper and threw it down the street, opening the door. He, nor Velox, were in any shape to fight in some illegal tourney. Besides, it sounded rigged and stupid. He peered around the shop, it was quite for a weekday. Nobody was in, since most were training. He shrugged, and checked the back. Sure enough, all of their stock was there, nothing had been stolen. The front items sometimes gotten stolen, but then the thief would realize that none of it worked. Most were for show and were carbon copies, fakes of the real things. He sat behind the counter, finding some food and a note from his dad, saying that they would be gone for a few days and to keep the shop running until they got back. "Good time to rest up. I need it, and so do you." Hawke rubbed Velox on the head happily. He then sat there, eating and waiting for somebody to waltz into his shop.