An Earthly Child

There was a gust of wind as a twirling bolt of cloth appeared, Ryuzaki stepping out of his scarf vortex, abd with a flick of his wrist, wrapped it around his neck. He was wearing a slightly Bohemian outfit, and it seemed to go really well with his scarf.

"How was that," he asked Cyril, who was standing in front of him. Let's say they were having another picnic. Emily was there if you like, to keep things less homoerotic.

"A scarf vortex." Cyril failed to keep a straight face and there was a grin smeared across his face. "A SCARF vortex!"

As much as I am for some manly bonding, Emily was there too, giggling.

Rick sighed. "Well, I need SOME sort of dramatic entrance now that I don't have to ride the TARDIS into battle!"

"Why not something like the Eternal Dragons' entrances?" Cyril suggested, "You know, darkening skies, thunder and lightning, a dramatic beam of light."

Rick pouted, thinking hard. "What about... Scarf...nado?"

Cyril was about to vehemently reject this idea when Emily interrupted him.

"I think we need to see it in action." Emily said innocently.

There was a gust of wind and a bolt of cloth whirled around as Ryuzaki stepped out.

Picnic or something. Homoerotica.

Both Cyril and Emily began laughing loudly.

"That will strike fear in the staunchest of hearts!" Declared Cyril.

"I'm quaking." Emily snorted.

Ryuzaki sighed defeatedly, "I can get some sparklers..."

Cyril and Emily grinned. "So, why Glacian?" Cyril asked.

Ryuzaki sighed. "I like to see my little subjects prosper."

Cyril nodded, "It's such a hassle juggling more than two planets AND leading your own life!"

Emily thought that sounded like something beyond First World Problems.

Ryuzaki sighed. "OH, GODDAMIT. EMILY, GRAB THE SHOTGUN. CYRIL, THEY'RE HERE."

A huge group of Changelings were lumbering towards the trio. They didn't seem quite right... "The Tantibus!"

"The what now?" Emily looked confused.

Ryuzaki grabbed his shotgun. He busted a cap in der ass.

One of the more powerful Tantibi caught the bullet. "Bad human!" It sneered and threw the bullet back as fast as physics would allow, "Now apologize!"

"Draw close," Cyril commanded as he noticed several other groups approaching from all directions.

Rick kicked it back, while floating upside-down. "Motherfucking Pelé," he shrieked.

"Look, what do you want?" Cyril demanded an answer.

"Your complete and utter destruction of course." A False Cyril pushed his way through the crowd.

Rick kicked a head off, "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL."

False Cyril watched the head fly away. "So it goes." False Cyril reflected. "Kill them." The small army of Tantibus converged on the three.

Cyril raised a hand and an explosion of ki wiped out a neat quarter of the converging army, "We don't have time for this," Cyril muttered, "I came here for a different reason!"

Emily dived into a section of the small army and ripped them apart with glee, electricity coming off her in sparks.

Ryuzaki had drank several gallons of gasoline earlier. He pissed all over the army and lit a match. "BOOSH MOTHERFUCKERS."

The army burst into flames and died a screaming, fiery death. Emily giggled at the reference.

Cyril straightened his coat. "Alright, now I have a few questions for you, Rick."

Rick blinked. "Aight!"

"You mentioned the TARDIS had a second file on me?" Cyril looked curious.

Emily thought that made sense, Cyril probably had such a large file that it had to be contained on more than one space or something. Maybe. She didn't actually know.

Rick nodded. "I guess during your blonde phase. Red clothes. Purple tophat."