there was something exhilarating about waking up to hitting the floor. the burning smell helps as well. evidently whir was attempting to cook. he should never be allowed to cook. everything he touches tends to combust. ark pushed himself off the floor and ran towards the kitchen, making a punching motion. the punch condensed the air around it, cousing a projectile of wind...which helped fuel the fire. 

[b]"you done goofed"[/b] "thank you nyx for being soooo helpful. at least whir attempted to do something, even if the whole house is burning now."

the fire enveloped them, causing nyx, the shade, to flicker in and out of existence. atleast in this fire he would finally get some time alone. but there would now be the problem of actually eating and finding something to do. boredom leads to thinking, which gives nyx a opening, even if the two of them had a agreement for now. he grabbed his bag and his two serrated great-swords, and calmly walked towards the door, still burning

"oy whir, im going to need your help. i need to find something to eat that will not burn down the town." [i]well there is that cafe over by the Colosseum[/i][b]"ohh we could fight there afterwards. would be a nice distraction from starting Armageddon"[/b]" i have already told you we are not blowing up this planet." [b]"aww. should i cancel my hydrogen project"[/b] "how do you even have one?" [b] "hard work and determination"[/b] 
[i] cafe it is. ill plot the rout.[/i]