"Hey Ecurt." I said, nodding as I decide to get my dragon-head helmet off, running a hand through my hair to hide any helmet-hair that I might have.

"Sorry I'm late...ah," Toastburner said as he came upon the scence, "I see the team-killing has started without me," he added, looking at the wreckage of Rhiya and Premonitions. "Does this mean I'm not the designated target this time around?"

There was a screeching, then a panting Darth sprinted in, frantically tearing the shrinkwrap off of a box. His hair was damp and everything. His shirt was also only half on, and his shoes were on the wrong feet.

"Sorry-*gasp*-I'm-*gasp*-late!"

The shrink wrap finally came off, but the contents fell out onto the ground. There was a tiny shriek as he dropped down and grabbed the gun, the silencer, and the magazine. He didn't bother with the owner's manual though. Reading manuals was for sissies.

And Darth was no sissy.

With is precisely how he managed to snap the slide shut onto his finger, eliciting a yelp of pain. He opened it, looked around, then screwed the supressor on and loaded it. Calmly, he holstered it, then stood there, striking a Superman pose.

"Darth is ready...for action."

Tarrin, Once he had cleaned all the rubble off him, Limped into the remains of the house.

looking around at the suroundings he let out a sigh "Arhra will never give us cake now".

"Oh," came a disappointed voice from behind them. Mauve looked sadly at all the destruction around them. "It appears the apocalypse has begun without me?" Her eyes darted from Ahrha to Rhiya, noting the dragon-shaped marks on the ground.

"Ah, silly me. Team damage. Nevermind, then. I suppose that means I still have time for a spot of tea, hmm?" She stepped gingerly around the destruction and Darth's Superman pose, and sat down in a chair, laying a napkin on her lap and taking the teacup Yuri had placed in front of her. She stirred it delicately and took a dainty sip.

"So what's up, Ahrha?" she asked the woman. "Who got kidnapped this time?"

Without much of an expression, Ecurt waved back at Flarecobra before motioning towards the chair around the table. "I hope you all won't have a problem finding a seat. I'm not sure Arhra can afford to make all the repairs to her house at the rate you all destroy things.

"And Mauve...I'm shocked. I was sure that as the Horsewoman of the Apocalypse you of all people would know that the Apocalypse doesn't start with a kidnapping. It starts with the media."

To prove his point, Ecurt pointed to the television, which had been left on since this morning, still at the same channel as before. "I figure it has something to do with the same comet they've been talking about all day. I mean...it has rainbow colored glow around it. That's never a good sign."

Mauve pondered this for a moment. Then, camly, she put the teacup down on the table and rose to her feet. Her eyes narrowed and flashed red. With an electrical fizz, the room was plunged into darkness.

"YOU FOOL!" the mage boomed, somehow illuminated despite the aforementioned plunge into darkness. "I AM THE MEDIA!!" She held her hands above her head, and a glowing copy of The Associated Press Stylebook materialized in her palms, marked in the corner with her name penned in what looked like blood.

The room returned to its natural light and the mage sat back down.

"Okay, well, not really," she said. "But it sounded good." Acting as though nothing had just happened, she took another sip from her tea.

Syttulg strolled over to the rubble and picked up a few likely looking pieces. He carried them over to the outlet and a few moments work by the nannites turned the rubble into an extension cord. Some more rubble turned into an exceedingly comfy chair, and while he was gathering the extension cord to drag it over, Skyshot took it.

Syttulg shrugged, stuck his fingers in the socket of the extension cord, and put his hand on the offending party's shoulder, then allowed the current to flow through and zap the thief.