Toshiro's Group
"Well, 3 of them bailed on this already. I don't think making it 4 is a good idea so..." James said, noticing that he and Kay where the only ones left. The fact that he had no knowledge of how to set up a tent himself whatsoever didn't help either. It was too cold in the area he lived to be camping most times of the year. "Do you know how to set any of this stuff up, because I sure don't." He asked Kay.
Meanwhile, Crescent had started to lie down and looked around, he preferred things like this most of the time. Calm and serene, with no one to bother him...scratch that, that ghost...Gaster...was still around and now it looked like that other kid's Purrloin was staring at them for some reason. Wonderful. The Absol raised his head, before glaring at the devious pokemon. He didn't like being stared at whatsoever, it brought back some memories he'd rather leave buried and that little thief better realize that.
On the other hand, Gaster looked at the Purrloin before floating closer to the cat. Once it was face to face with the feline, it started cackling ominously and a mischievous glint appeared in it's single eye before vanishing. It wouldn't do to start stuff like that just yet....it'd have plenty of time to mess with people and others...all it'd have to do was stay patient for just a tad longer. Before the phantom started floating back, it started giving off bit of chilly blue wind towards the Purrloin, designed simply to annoy the cat and make it uncomfortable...well more uncomfortable than she already would be...it did carry that eerie atmosphere around it that most ghost types had.