Post UnHonorable War

Alevon grabs what he had had his hand on, a nine-inch dagger tucked in his belt...he rubs the blade on the fallen guard repeatedly and with that, he lunges to the other and stabs him in the back. (I was going to use a glass bottle or rubber ball to do that, but then I remembered that rubber and glass do magnetic energy and not electricity, so yeah...metal conducts.)

"amazing....." looking at the aftermath, and looking at Tyler after.
"Hey where the hell are you going?!..." waving at him.

"a Hotel?.....mind if i come with you?" his face lightening with joy.

"agreed....so what's a hotel room feels like anyways?" begins to walk with Tyler, his Revolver on his shoulder.

Joshua gets up and follows along he mumbles something about 'damn arch lightning' then speaks up, "You don't know what a hotel room is like!? wierd.... well it is kinda like a well furnished room or two of a house... not much more, 1 bathroom and 1 bedroom... and in very rare occasions 1 more small room attached to the bedroom."

"Ahh those. The ones with 3 dining rooms. Yep, those are cool. I'll pitch in half, seeing that my family won't care about my spending when they're running for their lives." Miguel said.

"I don't think that would be a problem... but... I have..." Josh opens up his wallet and counts something for a moment, "50 $100 bills... that should last us for a while."

"Well, i ain't got shit....." laughing.

Gabrielle frowned. "My allowance is twenty dollars a week; I find myself spending everything." As she staggered behind Tyler, she had a somewhat smug look on her face, the way somebody looks when they've accurately predicted something.

"yeah... I know... my family is... was kinda filthy rich I usually just ended up giving most of this away to a charity at the end of every week..."

"Are you trying to impress somebody or you actually did it?" looking at Josh with a mocking grin.

"Hmmm...? No I actually did that."

"What charity then, since i'm pretty much of the lowest of the lower class." Frowning at him.

"Well I don't really think that those televised charity things work well as they are obviously using a ton of money and stuff just to put up a celebrities face... so I would just go and hand it to some random person in the slums every week."

"sounds good." Josh pockets his money/wallet once more.

"You believe your family is rich!? Well guess what, my family owns 100 trillion zimbabwe dollars!... Which is worth 20 dollars." Miguel said, remembering the epically failed investment made by his father's bank in coordination with the Bank of Macau back in the 70s.

"Anyway, I don't think charity matters right now, as we can die at any moment. Show the way."

"funny joke, and yeah that is true..."

"well, one question...how the heck am i gonna hide my gun from the hotel security?" waving his huge revolver at them.

"put it in your pocket (says "or your Jaket" if you have one) they probably won't check us."

"You stupid, boy? A hotel? Even if they don't manage to track you through your credit card, being that you said yourself that the reason they probably came was that the teacher knew YOU had powers...it would only be logical for them to track YOU first. And if they don't track us, a hotel is full of people, all the more chance for us to be seen and recognized for our powers. I'm not entirely sure you can be trusted, being that you are constantly leaving us for whatever reason, how do we know you don't work for them? Your reckless behavior could get us all killed." Alevon says to Tyler with an emotionless face.