All The Madmen

Ryuzaki stepped out of the blue box before being given a leeter. " 'Don"t wear your face.' The hell?" Ryuzaki doubled over as a sharp pain bubbled over his head. He looked in a pool of water and blinked at his new, very pale face, freckled, with red hair pouring to his shoulders, "I'm a ginger?"

Cyril stepped out of his ship and observed Ryuzaki's new face. "Eh." Cyril looked around curiously. He had only heard stories about Nova Roma and was eager to explore.

Artik sighed. "The planet's back, but all the damn structures aren't. Fucking fuck," he muttered as he mined away stone to build a city wall. "Fucking Creeper," he shrieked, as half the wall exploded. "Fucking shit!" He broke another pickaxe. "I can materialize buildings, can't I?" He swore, shrugged, and did things the hard way, "Only fucking three hours till the Cosmics return, and this is SHIT."

Riza yawned. "Oh by the way I picked up a friend while you guys were talking earlier." Riza motioned and Sarah stepped out wearing a brand new strapless dress. "Hi!"

Somewhere, Artik doubled over in pain, feeling the presence."ANOTHER FUCKING ONE."

Cyril waved at the new comers, "Hello again, Sarah." He said warmly. "Er.... There are infinitely easier ways to do this, Artik."

Sarah smiled at Cyril. "Hi weird guy!" Riza snickered. The young hybrid walked over to Artik. "Should have wished for buildings too genious." Sarah saw Artik and gasped. "It's an Oompa-Loompa!"

Artik mumbled something like 'infinitely better ways for Makoto to organize his damn paragraphs.'

He turned. "But it's really addicting, Cyril." He rolled his eyes at the... "What species are you," he asked the female. "I am the leader of two of the strongest warrior races in all of causation!" He blinked, "Err. So is Cyril. Well one," he winked. "Is... that a ginger," he aaked gleefully.

Riza scoffed. "Yes, a leader that is weaker than the people he leads."

Sarah stopped and tilted her head. "Spee-cies?"

"She's a Seraph." Cyril answered for her. "A true leader surrounds himself with better people than him and know how to utilize their abilities." Cyril answered sharply for Artik too. He was just answering everyone's business, yo.

Artik nodded slowly. "But... ginger!!!" He grinned madly and shook the kid's hanf.


Ryuzaki blinked. 'Don't say anything, dammit!'

"Don't say what," he asked, reading the ginger's brains.

"Uh... 42."

Artik nodded.

Sarah looked at Cyril. "What's a Seraph?"

"You. You are a Seraph."

Artik smiled. "We're having a feast fir Christmas. There's a planet not far from here... Trenzalore? Yeah! That!"

Ryuzaki smiled sadly. "God, I wish I had a soul."

Artik blinked.

Sarah looked at Cyril angrily. "I am not a Seraphything I am a girl!"

Cyril was a bit put off by Ryuzaki's comment. "Sounds great."
"Well yes Sarah, you're a girl, but you're also a Seraph."

Ryuzaki blinked, "Cause I'm ginger," he said flatly. "My entire existance is that of a bornal guy isolated from the galaxy."

Artik was a bit put off by Ryuzaki's sentience.

Riza walked over and sighed. "I'll explain later Sarah." Sarah suddenly decided she wasn't mad anymore and jumped onto Riza's back. "Carry me!"

"Well... then."
"To Trenzalore then?"

Artik scoffed. "Not Christmas. And besides..." he glanced at the time, "We need to finish working on the palace so we can greet the Cossies well./

Riza looked at Artik. "How long will that take?"

Cyril stifled a sneeze.

Artik shrugged, "Christmas happens on the Twenty- fifth of December.. Oh. A couple hours."

Riza sighed. "Damnit." Sarah leaned down and tugged on his ear. "Bad Riza! No swearing. Kings don't swear!"

Artik shot a glance at the two, "King? Of?"