Merciful

Trevor muttered a bit, but agreed. "Sounds good." He ran in a crouch across the room to Isabelle and grabbed her arm, rising to his full height (not much more than his crouch) and ready to run. "Boss said to get you," he said in a rush. "We're attempting an escape. Merl's getting the Professor and Stefan is getting a poky ball. Can these guys hold them off?"

"All foxes walk!" Trevor snapped.

"Yeah. We could run and get to safety, ditch one of her crazy animals, and use the freed-up ball thing-y to get Dax," Trevor offered.

Wide eyed, Trevor faced Stefan. "Can you make a portal to get us out of here? Quickly?" Trevor asked him.

What am I supposed to say to that? Trevor panicked. He said don't thank. But that was for the other thing. Gosh, had he really gotten that rusty with his social skills? He went with a bashful, "I trained," which he hadn't, and admired the creatures with him.

Trevor did follow, deciding Merl knew what he was doing and at last getting his act together. "Yeah, uh, fine," he said, his face heating up. Was he supposed to say 'thank you'? He found himself not wanting to seem rude to Merl, so he said, "thanks" as quickly as possible and hoped with everything he had that Merl would pretend it didn't happen. Then he remembered what was going on and watched as Isabelle's pok-y animals formed.

"Ahhhhh-ahhhhh-AHHHHHHH!" Trevor shrieked, letting his lunchbox slide to the floor with a crash. Jumping at his own noise, he covered his ears. Several shocks of adrenaline shot through him as he scrambled to get behind Merl. @STAG

Again, Trevor was the first to jump in with his lunch box safely in hand--or, pressed against his abdomen since he still wouldn't use his hands.

Trevor lifted a shoulder in response, ready to get past the technical stuff and go find the thing.

"Is your Dax a Pokemon?" Trevor asked him.

"Steve's place is niiiiiiiiiiice," Trevor said, walking along the table and trailing the back of his hand (un-burned) across it. "How'd he manage to land his own universe?" He smiled and pulled himself out a chair. "Just kidding. So, where's this Dax dude?"

Trevor scrambled to jump inside the circle-thing so no one forgot him.

"Yeah. Had a buddy for a couple years that I had to...catch, so. A, um, magical animal buddy, of course."

"Scrapes the sky, eh? That's just my game."

"Uhhh, okayyyyy, I won't I guess." He turned away from the strange man to accept the jar from Stefan. "Trevor. I'm from Spatula. Thanks for the cream."

Looking between the two, Trevor decided to go with the more "humane" treatment. (And by that he meant the human treatment). He smiled inside at his own joke. "Yeah, I might just go with Stefan and let you stick with the furry ones, sir."

Trevor eyed him, not sure what to believe. "I wouldn't know, but I'd sure appreciate it if someone else did. My hands hurt horribly. So if there is a medication that would help..."

His face fell. "Ouch."

Trevor perked up, holding his lunch box to his chest awkwardly with his arms so he didn't put pressure on his brunt hands. "I'll go!"

Trevor growled. I'll show you, he thought to the cat. He held out his hand, waiting as water gathered, gaining weight until it was enough to drench the cat as he threw it off. The cat went flying across the room, and Trevor turned to Konrig, "Swords? No. That: yes. And some other tricks, too. One of my favorite being the ability to cut out part of a wall, crawl through, and reseal it like nothing happened. A bit more tricky, but great for sneaky ops."

Doesn't seem to be working very well. Trevor grabbed the cat's face and shoved it aside. Tarnished knives, that little boy is joining a revolution while I'm cowering in the corner fighting a kitten for my lunch! I've got to do something about this. Standing, Trevor announced, "I'm sure you all would be very grateful to have my fine assistance, as well. I can do about anything you need, just tell me what it is. My abilities can assist me in facing about any challenge."

Trevor whimpered as he bent awkwardly, glancing at Stephen as he kicked the spatula to a little corner where he then huddled, cradling his hands to his chest.

"AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH!" Trevor shrieked. He jumped back, staring at his hands and jumping up and down, up and down. "MEDIC! I NEED A MEDIC! SOMEBODY HELP ME LEST YOU SHALT DIE BY MY CHARRED HANDS!"

Trevor let the Rubik's cube fall to the ground and watched the scene play out. Then he stomped on it. Once. Twice. Then he picked it up and stood beside Konrig, leaning over to whisper. "Have ye a...fire maker kit in thouest pocket? I need an upper hand on this guy. Also, did I say that right? I don't know what's up with you man, but you talk weird. Just trying come down to your level."