[quote=@Ogobrogo] [centre] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLjUyOTQ0Ny5UbTloYUNCQ2NtbG5hSFJ6ZEc5dVpRLCwuMA,,/mustasurma.regular.png[/img] [color=529447][h3][sub]-Route 29-[/sub][/h3][/color] Some say that everything happens for a reason, that the universe tries to keep balance in nature. A man misses his cab which ends up rounding a corner and being t-boned by a truck, or a woman forgets her keys in her apartment and walks back in to see that she left the stove on. Perhaps it was that force which caused Noah to notice that one of his shoes was untied. Perhaps it was that force which caused Noah, who would otherwise ignore such a thing, to stop suddenly, bend over, and tie it. Perhaps it was that force which sent the right Pidgey in the right place at the right time to drop the bomb which would land dead center on Noah’s back. Or maybe Pidgeys are just flying sacks of shit. In any case, Noah noticed immediately what had happened. You don’t get to live in the Goldenrod slums without knowing a thing or two about Pidgey shit. So when he heard the caw followed by the splash...Noah simply groaned. Before he even rose back to his feet, Noah pulled his shirt off, careful not to get any of the rancid crap on his skin or hair. It stank. Bad. And there was no getting it out of the fabric. Not out in the middle of nowhere, like he was. So his options were either to haul the shitstain to the nearest Pokecenter which...was still like half a day away, clean it here, or ditch the damn thing. He tossed it off to the side of the “path” then cleared out the leaves and branches from the small area. When he was done, he whistled for Bowser who had been sniffing at his poor shirt. The pooch looked directly at him. If Nikki was right, then the little dude was a ‘Houndour’, a Dark/Fire type. Now, Noah couldn’t know for sure but...well...Bowser LOOKED like a ‘Houndour, didn’t he? He at least looked like he’d be down for arson. Which was excellent. That was exactly what he needed… But… [color=529447]“Well...y’know...burn it?”[/color] Noah suggested to the pooch. Bower simply continued to look up at him and pant, floppy tongue hanging out the corner of his mouth. Right...how did this thing work? Noah tried pointing at the shirt and simply saying [color=529447]“Burn.”[/color] That didn’t work. Just caused Bowser to look at the shirt then back to Noah. He tried saying it louder, but that just excited the little guy, who was now wiggling his hind back and forth along with his tail. And trying to say it even louder just resulted in the pooch barking at him. Like it wanted to play. … Great. Noah sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hand. This was...difficult. So...Noah walked over to Bowser, picked him up, carried him over to the shirt, and placed the dog right beside it. He pointed Bowser’s face toward the pit and said very slowly and very loudly, [color=529447]“F I R E.”[/color] Bowser looked at the shirt for quite some time, then back to Noah, then back to the shirt. He approached it...slowly… He sniffed it...slowly… He circled it...slowly… He approached it...slowly… He raised one hind leg...slowly... …and he tinkled...softly. He started to turn back to Noah, tail a-wagging, proud and ready to show the guy what he could do, but a loud, annoyed groan from him startled the pooch. Startled him fiercely. So fiercely, in fact, that Bowser jumped and, to the surprise of all, hiccup a small ball of fire. It tumbled down to the shirt, which quickly and easily caught flame. Bowser stiffened up before turning back to Noah, but he didn’t complete the turn. Noah had already crossed over and swept him up into his arms. [color=529447]“Good boy!”[/color] he said. … Bowser liked that. He REALLY liked that. His tail was beating like crazy. He WAS a good boy. It was about time somebody actually noticed. … Noah watched the shirt burn for a few moments, but it didn’t last long. There wasn’t that much fabric and it was pretty flame-friendly. Great news for accidents like this, not so much for the projected lifespan of his wardrobe. Once it was mostly finished, Noah crossed over and stomped the remaining embers down. Fire, surprisingly enough, was great for Pidgey shit. It burned well and didn’t leave much more than a bit of an odor behind. Granted, it was a pretty rank odor, but at least it wouldn’t stick to him. [hr] He carried Bowser away from the makeshift firepit and down the path a bit more when he heard a sound. Rather two sounds. Two...familiar sounds. Fuck… [color=ec008c]"P-put me down this instant!"[/color] … Noah didn’t think, just moved. He recalled Bowser and hastily flew down the path, dodging branches above and below when he finally came to a bit of a clearing. At least enough to see the two fucks across the way. Fuckboi was holding Ginger up… Noah cracked his knuckles. What? She might be annoying as all get out, but he wasn’t about to let something like...like… [color=ec008c]"U-unhand me immediately y-you-"[/color] ...Noah stopped and raised an eyebrow when Fuckboi complied. Not exactly how assholes like him normally respond in these situations but hey...first time for everything… ...is what he would have thought. But the way the two went on from there made it pretty clear to Noah that he had misread the situation. Attacks usually didn’t involve that much fucking chatter. Whatever. Noah turned around and simply left. Whatever kind of sick fantasies they were playing out all the way out here, Noah REALLY didn’t want to know. What he did want to know was how quickly could he get back to camp. Last thing he wanted was some fucking Pidgey seeing his nipple rings shining and swooping down to snatch ‘em. Would it happen? Probably not. But Pidgey were fucking stupid, man...so who knows. [hr] The answer to his question was...well...apparently pretty damn quickly. He thought he had went quite a ways out but he was back at camp within fifteen minutes...give or take. When he arrived, he saw the Butch Bitch fucking around her tent and… And...uh… ...uh... … Where’d the kid come from? Are people just leaving children in the woods? Did… ...did Butch Bitch have her locked away in her bags or something? Noah was going to say something, but...well… The fluffy pokemon, the one being fed by the twelve-year-old… It looke-no...GLARED at Noah…[sub][sub]possibly.[/sub][/sub][sub][sub][sub]It’s kind of hard to tell where those things are looking.[/sub][/sub][/sub] Now, Noah has never been what one might call a spiritual man but...It felt as if something were peering into his very soul...observing him...judging him… Noah shuddered. He felt incredibly uncomfortable. Something wasn’t right with that thing, no sir. It wasn’t right. No way, no how. But Noah didn’t dare attempt to challenge the beast. Rather, he decided to stay as far away from that creature as possible. Same as Spooky Ginger. So Noah simply covered up his nips and crossed over to his ‘tent’. Once there, he found his bag, ruffled around, and found another shirt, this one for a band called ‘BRN’. He then quickly put his stuff away, save for a candy bar. Noah called out Bowser and the two ended up laying out a top Noah’s sleeping bag, using his shirt as a pillow, and sharing some kind of candy. It wasn’t the greatest, but neither of them had vomited... Yet. [/centre] [/quote]