Isaac felt a malevolent force on the move as he walked further into the island and dodged, enough to avoid his clothes being taken away but not enough to avoid having the bikini put on him. He tore it off quickly in rage and grabbed his face, trying hard to suppress the anger. He didn't want to be here, he really wanted to be somewhere else. He could certainly kill a lot of people with the sharp end of the parasol, but his logical mind exercised restraint.

Isaac began walking deeper into the foresty part of the island. Half out of habit and half as an attempt to suppress his anger, he started breaking dead twigs off of a tree and piled them up in a pile. As his thoughts swam around (mostly of murder) and warred with other thoughts (mostly of the repercussions of mass murder), one thought sailed clear of the tangled storm.
[b][i]Let's start a fire.[/i][/b]

Pretty soon, he had a decent pile of dry sticks and leaves. He took off his glasses and the sun streamed through them, focusing on the leaves. Smoke appeared soon after, and small orange flames licked the wood. It grew quickly, burning up the pile of dead twigs. It was soon burning heartily. Isaac stood up, took his parasol and swung at the pile, flinging the burning twigs into the trees.
[b][i]Good enough.[/i][/b] He thought, walking away as the fire slowly grew.

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Loki ran up to Blitz, some dude he didn't know. He needed his ball back, after all. Isabella and Alto were there, but he didn't know what Alto's deal was. What kind of person stole a ball and threw it at someone? A heartless person, surely.
"Thanks, whoever you are." Loki said, arriving in front of Blitz. "Can I have the ball back?"

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