Poof.<br/><br/>One minute there wasn't a kid, the next there was. He hadn't even looked away, it was like blinking. In his brief tenure as a babysitter (it hadn't ended well), Isaac had found kids hard enough to keep track of without being able to teleport. After a quick look at the pokemon on his back, the dull yellow head peaking around his shoulder, he wondered idly who would give one a pokemon that could make that even harder before offering a mental shrug.<br/><br/>He was surprised at how unsurprised he felt. Maybe because he was so young or something, or maybe he really was just that lazy, but either way he allowed the silence between them to continue, giving the kid time to get himself together and giving Isaac enough time for another long drag.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Easy fight? Did that thing win it for you?</span><br/><br/>"Nah, she's too much of a lump to waste time heating up rocks." He poked the fat little charmander with the toe of his shoe, not unkindly, and was rewarded with an audible 'hmph' of air and a half-hearted emerald glare from the little beast for his efforts. "I've got others for that sort of thing." Silent for a moment, he debated mentally before motioning to the spot around the fire.<br/><br/>"You want a seat? Got plenty of room."<br/><br/>It looked like he was going to need it, too--in the firelight, he could see a pair of figures trecking along the road. From the looks of it one was a girl, the shadows pulling away to reveal someone at least relatively close to his own age ('<span style="font-style: italic">Not </span>that<span style="font-style: italic"> close, jackass</span>...' a more responsible part of him chided) and someone else behind her still.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I hope you don't mind if I join the two of you."</span><br/><br/>Seeing as there were two of them approaching, he raised his voice a bit to offer at least a passing welcome. "Nah, company's company. Usually I charge, but I'm feeling generous tonight." He added with a slight snort of amusement, an easy joke as he waved them on over laconically and took another deep drag. As the young man with the sneasel drew near and started up a conversation, he was about to respond when everything went ass over teakettle.<br/><br/>The boy freaked out as soon as the little patch of darkness came round, popping in and out all around until he finally saw that it wasn't going to hurt him... or at least that someone had the reigns on it. Isaac was about to respond, mouth open to tell the kid to chill out when some damn bird decided it was the perfect time to scare the little guy into next Tuesday. He disappeared once more, apparently in pursuit, and Isaac sighed. He could almost count it out in his head--kid freaks out, gets more freaked out, teleports off...<br/><br/>Three...two...one...<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"HELP!"</span><br/><br/>"Dammit..." He muttered under his breath, snapping his fingers sharply as he got to his feet. The charmander was already up, upset by all the commotion and looking a bit confused before she heard the snap and looked to her trainer.<br/><br/>"C'mon, Alabama, go get him." He said pointedly, prodding it foreword idly and sending the flaming lizard trundling after him, the little fire on it's tail bobbing like a lantern. At least he didn't sound like he was that far away. As he brushed himself off, he looked to the other guests at the fire with a slightly awkward smile--he didn't exactly know the kid, but he never did like watching people embarrass themselves, and he wasn't quite sure he could escape associating with him at this point.<br/><br/>Besides, the little twerp might actually be in trouble.<br/><br/>"Hold that thought." He said to the young lady (in front of a girl, too, really?) and the man with the sneasel, making his way after the bobbing light until he came up behind the young boy and ran into yet another new arrival. The guy looked about as perplexed as Isaac felt, but the dragon tamer looked idly curious, as though it was only of passing interest to him. Alabama, on the other hand, was as close to Odd as he'd let her get, not sure whether to defend him or try and make him happy as she stayed by his side. Isaac's voice was dry and amused.<br/><br/>"Anyone wanna tell me what's going on?"