[b][i][color=#00868B]This color denotes Inner thoughts that are not said aloud[/color][/i][/b]

"The hell was that?" Isaiah grumbled, hearing the electabuzz scream out. He had never seen the electric type before, and had no idea what to make of the sound, other than it seemed like a war cry. So Isaiah did what any naturally curious person would. He ran at near breakneck speed towards the sound, only stopping when he ended up 20 feet behind a houndour and a man in Regime uniform ([@A Tattooed Girl]). He had been a bit too loud, a bit too careless, and the man was sure to look.

So this was it.... Running face first into a Regime soldier. You know, it was kinda surprising this hadn't happened earlier. With a silent grunt, Isaiah jumped straight up, catching a branch and hauling his slender frame up into the tree. If he was luckier than a leprechaun sporting a jacket made of four leaf clovers and shoes made OF horse shoes then MAYBE Jackson and his houndour wouldn't look directly at Isaiah and notice him 10 feet above them. Then again, Isaiah was still within a normal cone of sight for the two. [Color=#00868B] Well ain't this about as fun as dancing on broken glass barefoot.... Why don't I carry a gun anymore? [/color]