He considered what Echo said, but he did not know what cooling Boyzarro would do just yet, and the moss could have been a side effect of the flame devouring ability and not accuracy help Boyzarro at all. They could even be sapping some of Boyzarro’s strength. For the time being he shelved the idea.
But The Chirp was curious about something, how Boyzarro talked; the fiend seemed to say the inverse of what it meant, and was otherwise completely open about what it thought. He thought it would be interesting to know if this inversion of word meanings continued on into how the figure understood words as well; If spoken to the mossy fiend, would it think love meant hate?
Then there was Boyzarro’s name, from what he could tell it was a play on Boy and Bizarre; he just wrote off the o, it was tagged on for flare, or so he figured. And at the same time he did not think the name had anything to boyzarro’s abilities, eating fire and then growing moss was odd yes, but not truly strange enough for the name, but if the figure thought that having a name that meant bizarre was normal, that would make it fitting in The Chirp’s book.
To him, the figure seemed oh so simple, and oh so fast. The Chirp did not think Boyzarro could match him in speed, but then again, he was about to challenge a flyer in maneuverability, being ground bound could be fatal, then again, he did have some back up, and if he could get Boyzarro mindlessly chasing him about, the others would have an easier time nailing him with affective attacks. Because, if Boyzarro could just ram through an jet and then strait into a building and not get hurt, clawing and kicking at it would just make it see him as a none threat and as a decoy he could at least be useful.
Standing, relatively, still the chirp took out his smart phone and fiddled around on it for a second, until it’s screen produced a countdown, much like the ones commonly seen on bombs; he then zipped in front of Boyzarro’s line of sight while displaying the menacing looking countdown after Echo’s attack.
It was stopped at sixty and the chirp’s thumb was over a large red button that was also on the phone’s touch screen. The chirp then took a deep breath, something that sounded more like a hasted pop then inhaling, and then spoke towards Boyzarro “If-Boyzarro-dos-catch-me-in-time;Boyzarro-doesn’t-get-created-blissfully!” He said to Boyzarro very quickly in a rather menacing, thrice insane, loud chirp before pressing the large red button and dashing around Boyzarro randomly while trying to keep at what he assumed was a safe distance
It was counting own from sixty seconds and making a clear and loud beep as each second passed. Assuming his untested theory was wrong about Boyzarro he hopped his ruse would at least confuse Boyzarro; for that mattered, he also hoped his ruse did not confuse his new allies… or make them think he was Boyzarro’s acquaintance. It then dawned on him he might have just made himself look like Boyzarro’s ally and or handler by attempting to talk like Boyzarro without saying anything to any of his new teammates beforehand or talking to them like a sane person previously… and his face was fully hidden behind a tinted gasmask… and his phone could be seen as some kind of control device... ‘Frake.’ He thought while then also giving them a wide berth as well… then making himself look even more suspect… Forethought, he needed to buy some…
But The Chirp was curious about something, how Boyzarro talked; the fiend seemed to say the inverse of what it meant, and was otherwise completely open about what it thought. He thought it would be interesting to know if this inversion of word meanings continued on into how the figure understood words as well; If spoken to the mossy fiend, would it think love meant hate?
Then there was Boyzarro’s name, from what he could tell it was a play on Boy and Bizarre; he just wrote off the o, it was tagged on for flare, or so he figured. And at the same time he did not think the name had anything to boyzarro’s abilities, eating fire and then growing moss was odd yes, but not truly strange enough for the name, but if the figure thought that having a name that meant bizarre was normal, that would make it fitting in The Chirp’s book.
To him, the figure seemed oh so simple, and oh so fast. The Chirp did not think Boyzarro could match him in speed, but then again, he was about to challenge a flyer in maneuverability, being ground bound could be fatal, then again, he did have some back up, and if he could get Boyzarro mindlessly chasing him about, the others would have an easier time nailing him with affective attacks. Because, if Boyzarro could just ram through an jet and then strait into a building and not get hurt, clawing and kicking at it would just make it see him as a none threat and as a decoy he could at least be useful.
Standing, relatively, still the chirp took out his smart phone and fiddled around on it for a second, until it’s screen produced a countdown, much like the ones commonly seen on bombs; he then zipped in front of Boyzarro’s line of sight while displaying the menacing looking countdown after Echo’s attack.
It was stopped at sixty and the chirp’s thumb was over a large red button that was also on the phone’s touch screen. The chirp then took a deep breath, something that sounded more like a hasted pop then inhaling, and then spoke towards Boyzarro “If-Boyzarro-dos-catch-me-in-time;Boyzarro-doesn’t-get-created-blissfully!” He said to Boyzarro very quickly in a rather menacing, thrice insane, loud chirp before pressing the large red button and dashing around Boyzarro randomly while trying to keep at what he assumed was a safe distance
It was counting own from sixty seconds and making a clear and loud beep as each second passed. Assuming his untested theory was wrong about Boyzarro he hopped his ruse would at least confuse Boyzarro; for that mattered, he also hoped his ruse did not confuse his new allies… or make them think he was Boyzarro’s acquaintance. It then dawned on him he might have just made himself look like Boyzarro’s ally and or handler by attempting to talk like Boyzarro without saying anything to any of his new teammates beforehand or talking to them like a sane person previously… and his face was fully hidden behind a tinted gasmask… and his phone could be seen as some kind of control device... ‘Frake.’ He thought while then also giving them a wide berth as well… then making himself look even more suspect… Forethought, he needed to buy some…
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