No, wait, not literally!

"She said what!?"

Everyone else, Ariel especially, were taking to the news of my meeting with the God Hunter last night about as well as I expected; as in, not at all.

"Oh man, oh jeez, oh crud... She's coming..." Says Ariel, pacing back and forth in the empty waiting room of the Express, the only room big enough to house our misfit band's little meeting.

Cilla, who had been rather quiet this morning, dabs her quill into her ink pot once more. "What was it she said again, about you being a... part of a whole? I had to get a second page during that part..."

Tired of having to repeat myself, I say. "I hate explaining that part. It makes my head hurt..."

"Is that why you've been so sluggish all day?" Asks Cilla, her brow raising as her tone gets rather aggressive. "I supposed a headache is why Ashes is walking funny as well..."

"I fell out of bed! How many times do I have to say that!" Says Ashes.

The hooded woman scoffs. "Well, last time you said it was because you slept on your own leg funny."

"C-can we stop f-fighting?" Asks Zana, pulling at her hat's brim.

"No!" The two shout in unison, causing the mousey mage to retreat into her headwear.

Gabriella stands up, looking down on Cilla and Zana. "Well now, look what you've both done! You've scared little Zana!"

Taking a hold of the large magical hat, Gabriella walks off, her divine brother wisking off into her staff as she does so; still muttering about Mortigan's coming visit. The diminutive rock-thing known as Rocky follows it's hidden master, the sound of its small pebble feet pitter-pattering on the wooden floor fading out as it leaves our sight.

"Noting this for the next loop." Mutters Scott as he checks his watch, rising from his own seat to to leave the room. "It'll be easier to just stay in bed this morning..."

Both of the remaining girls simply stare at each other angrily, mouthing insults back and forth. I begin reading their lips.

"Dolt."

"Nerd."

"Harlot."

"Bookworm."

"Vulture."

"Cyclops."

Standing up, I shout. "Enough! What's gotten into you two?"

Their combined rage now directs itself towards me... oops.

"What's gotten into me!?" Says Prissy. "You're the one sleeping around our party, not even caring to think how I'd feel about it!"

Ashs speaks as well, directed first towards me in a half-joking manner, then at Cilla; with all seriousness. "Well, big guy, the thing that's gotten into me is your big, fat, meaty dick. Its just a shame that someone here is jealous about it."

Cilla pulls her knife from her cloak, her one exposed eye flaring red. "You bitch!"

"Bring it on, Fuzzball!" Shouts Ashes, drawing her sword from her back.

This is bad, this is bad, this is bad!

I run between the two, trying to keep them from killing each other. "Stop it! This is insane!"

The two charge; ignoring my feeble attempts at diplomacy.

Oh shit... wait... what's that sound?

A low hissing noise begins to moved through the room, soon followed by a purple mist.

"No fighting in our Express, please!"

"It's clearly stated in the rules..."

The voices of Pon and Nae accompany the lavender smelling gas; my eyes grow heavy, but a flash of golden light pulses from my chest, clearing my head. Looking to Cilla and Ashes, they seem to have already fallen asleep.

"Aw... he's protected by something, Nae."

"That's fine. This'll do it, Pon."

A sudden surge of pain wraps my skull as I'm bashed in the back of the head with a blunt object. As my head hits the floor, I see the two elves walk into the room.

"No, how should we punish them, sis?"

"Hm... something... poetic."

Pon's eyes light up at those words. "Ooo! I know!"

"Lets teach them to..." She begins to say.

Nae finishes her twins sentence, sighing at how predictable her sister would be.

"...make love, not war."