I chuckled. "Well, I COULD just case Esuna.....but the look on your faces is priceless." I said with a smile. "And Rhiya, if you don't mind, I won't need to ride on you. I've got wings of my own to use."

"Feh, I have no uses for Antidotes. Besides, if Arhra permanently kills me off in the worst way possible, there's no way he's going to use me to pay off the massive damages bill. Oh, and the 'riding' joke? It's been used and abused so many times, even Krylo wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole," Rhiya dismissed such facts with a wave of her hand. She took another sip from her tea and shot a look at Arhra before shamelessly grabbing another creamy cake off the table and setting to.

"Besides," she managed through a polite spray of crumbs, "I'd be glad to taste you... I MEAN... give you a lift."

[OOC: wooh! Innuendo!]

"I'd offer to carry someone, but sadly, I wouldn't be able to." I said.

Premonitions struggled up from the pile of rubble that had been dropped on him after the rather large dragon. Inexplicably, he had'nt been damaged at all,even his hair seemed to be neatly in shape. He fussed with his cape and strolled calmly over to the table in time to hear..
he pulled out two carbines and blasted the table to beautiflly painted shards of wood and screamed "YOU POISONED US?" it was at this point that he realuized that he had'nt drank or eaten anything "Ohh, you just poisoned them. Well nevermind then" he calmly sat down and flinged the large plasma weapon over his shoulder. "So, what's this about the Silver Surfer?"

From within the now calm confines of Arhra's front yard, there was an odd shifting of dirt within the massive gouge in the face of the once picturesque arbor. A wretched, sharp hand suddenly burst forth from the soft dirt below and clawed at the air. One could have almost heard the melodromatic, suspensful chords of a horror movie.

And then, silence.

And there were the chords again.

More silence.

More music.

The hand bent at it's elbow and blindly patted at the dirt, eventually rifling into it and pulling out the cellphone that was making these sounds. Dirt seemed to explode outward as the torso of KP sat up with an absurdly abrupt motion. As the cellphone entered its fourth surge of melodramatic music, KP flipped the top open and held it to his ear, starting out with the only greeting he could muster.

"I'm hurt..."

KP was silent for a moment responding correctively, "No, actually, I haven'-..." He listened further. "Good? ...oh, uh, okay, I wo-..." More listening. "Oh? Okay..." Even more. "Right, I will..." Geez, does this guy talk a lot.

Finally, he got to conclude, "Of course not, I'm not stupid, this is Arhra, after all." With that, he flipped the phone shut and pocketed it. Standing up, KP shook the dirt from him as a dog would water and jogged towards the house.

Ecurt's stare switched alternatively between the empty cup in his hands and Arhra. There was something off, he knew, because as a member of the NPF, there was no way this would be a simple poison. No, obviously this could only be one thing-"A plot device, Arhra? Now that's just plain evil."

Setting his cup down, he stood up and walked into the center of the room. "Of course, it makes sense to combat evil with evil. However, there is a power much greater than that-the power of...love."

Reaching behind his back, he suddenly pulled out a series of sailor fuku-one for each member of the group gathered (aside from himself of course). "And of course, if we're going to be stopping the Invisible Moon, then as the resident blonde Mauve has to cosplay as none other than Sailor Moon!"

Needless to say, there was a minute of silence, with Ecurt standing there like an idiot.

The fukus suddonly lit on fire. "Sorry, but I don't think so." I said, giving him a cold, steely look.

Tarrin looked up from the cake he was eating, A look of disbelief on hi face.

"The tea and cookies i can understand but the cake......i mean it's cake, Awww nuts".

Well looked like he had no choice but to help, Not that he wouldn't have in the first place but now he had no choice.

Darth stood there dumbfounded. Then he checked his watch. They'd been together all of five minutes and they had started teamkilling. There had already been massive property damage, and the end of the world had been once again foretold. Darth missed the days of Librarium Online. They'd never had this crap there.

"Okay, so, destroy the seals and kill the Herald. Got it. Just a question though...how, exactly, are we planning to destroy the seals? I would like to avoid that moment where someone forgot the duct tape and the plan falls apart."