[centre] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLjUyOTQ0Ny5UbTloYUNCQ2NtbG5hSFJ6ZEc5dVpRLCwuMA,,/mustasurma.regular.png[/img] [color=529447][h3][sub]-Route 29-[/sub][/h3][/color] Ever feel like something’s about to go horribly horribly wrong? That slow, dreadful, creeping pain that twists in turns in one’s gut until it gets a firm grip on a man’s fragile composure? Noah didn’t even get that warning before he turned his head and found himself staring into the dark pit of death, itself. ...or Ivy’s Pokemon. Tomato, tomahto. His stomach folded in on itself, and he found himself rather sick all of a sudden. Seriously, there was something wrong with that fucking beast, and the fact that he couldn’t seem to get away from it confused and upset the giant. He had to force himself to look away, which actually made him feel slightly better. Go figure. Noah looked from Evil Incarnate over to its slave. Ivy was...ironically enough, completely red in the face. Did he...did he miss something? He had heard Fuckboi speaking to her, but to be honest, he didn’t care enough to even eavesdrop. Oh well. He raised an eyebrow, the universal sign for “wazzup?” Tomato Tina didn’t give a fuck about his question. She just went about quietly...fixing up the other side of his tent…? … Noah shrugged. If she really wanted to help set up a shitty tent substitute, who was he to stop her? The two worked in...well...relative silence if one ignored the Lesbians, Fuckboi, and their constant fucking chatter. Seriously, the kid had been around for less than an hour and Noah already liked her better than the other shitters. She shut the fuck up and worked. What a fucking concept. When the tent was mostly finished, Noah thought that he heard something in the distance, but shrugged it off. Instead of worrying about that, he looked over at Ivy and nodded in her direction. [color=529447]“Than-!!”[/color] he started, but stopped abruptly. Something had just hit him in the back of the head. Something warm. Something [i]wet.[/i] Something [i][b]slimy.[/b][/i] All the joy immediately rushed from Noah’s eyes, and in its place was hatred and rage. He heard the flapping and the hooting now. He might have even had a vague idea as to what was going on...but none of it mattered. Nothing mattered. Noah was dead to the world. All that he could hear, and all the he could see was… [b][h3][color=red]R E D[/color][/h3][/b] He got to his feet. [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] He grabbed one of the sticks holding up his tent and jerked it to his side, forgetting all about Ivy and her little demon. [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] He grabbed Bowser’s pokeball and unleashed the pooch right in front of him. [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] The dog look about, confused. It turned to look at Noah, but the look on his face caused the pup to freeze. [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] Noah smiled. Bowser cowered. [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] [color=529447]“Burn…”[/color] he whispered. Bowser looked at its trainer, terrified. [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] [color=529447]“BURN IT ALL!”[/color] he roared. Bowser started, and then trembling, began barking out balls of flames. They tumbled to and fro, landing haphazardly around the campsite, catching dried leaves, branches, and grass aflame. Noah shoved his stick at Bowser and whispered his command once more. Bowser obeyed. The stick quickly caught flame and a mighty blaze burned atop the makeshift torch. [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] The campsite found itself illuminated once more, exposing a disgusting amount of Hoothoot floating about in the air and perched up in the trees. How many? Well...let’s just say that Noah wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind for counting. [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] He roared once more, waving his burning stick in the air. This agitated a couple of the Hoothoot, who dropped what they were doing and dove at the screaming giant. The first missed, and the second was dodged...but the third….? [color=529447]“Heh…”[/color] he chuckled. The third flew in a perfect angle towards Noah. It was guaranteed to run right into him. It might have even been lucky enough to gore him on its beak. But… [color=529447]“GROAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWH!!!”[/color] the giant unleashed with great vigor! As the Hoothoot came into range, Noah drew back and whipped his stick forward, nailing the damned bird right between the eyes with his burning branch of justice. [h3][b]C R A C K ![/b][/h3] The sound echoed throughout the camp as the Hoothoot came to a dead stop. It hit the ground, twitching slightly. Bowser looked on in horror...but then Noah looked back at him, with a smile on his face. [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] [color=529447]“Burn.”[/color] he ordered. And Bowser obeyed. The twitching Hoothoot caught flame, squawking in pain. It was music to Noah’s ears! He stood by Bowser and the burning Hoothoot, waving his stick in the air to dissuade any further Hoothoot from attempting an attack. Had he gone too far? [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] Most likely. [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] Did he care? [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] Most likely not. [i][color=gray]*thump thump*[/color][/i] Judging by the hysterical laughing coming from the guy, he most likely didn’t give a flying fuck about anything other than burning every last fucking flying bag of shit at the moment. Sure, he’d probably regret it later...but later he wouldn’t have a horde of the fuckers attacking him. ...hopefully. [/centre]