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Two things were happening inside of Noah's brain. The first was a rather delayed realization that when he had set the heavy bag he had set down had squeaked. The more survival oriented part of his brain was much more focused on Ivy, who had recently taken it upon herself to burst into flames. The most maddening part of the experience was the giggling, she obviously hadn't been lying when she said that she could control fire, but even so Noah considered himself rather taken aback. Silently, never removing his eyes from Ivy, the girl literally on fire, he calmly removed a small fire extinguisher from his bag. [i][color=00a651]Pays to plan ahead.[/color][/i] He stopped, however, when he saw another one the campers obviously using his power to shift water to her. [i][color=00a651]Ah that must be her brother, the one who can control water. That will be the second person he has doused today and we haven't even met the counselors yet.[/color][/i]

When the water fell and the flames went out, he replaced the extinguisher in his bag and instead handed her a towel instead. [color=00a651]"Excuse me."[/color] He lifted up the large, squeaky bag and walked around to the other side of the bus where none of the other new arrivals were. He carefully set the bag on the ground with the zipper on its side, facing away from him. Noah squatted down and with a wave of his hand, created the sounds of footsteps walking away to the other side. His breathing slowed and quieted, as he attempted to stay absolutely quiet, waiting.