Chapter XXVIII - Leisure Time. But not for You. Ha Ha. ~Kyanosa

Kyanosa had a veritable field day once he was finally allowed in the room with the rest of the group. He started off by pointing to everybody he saw and trying to remember (or guess) their vital information. To his credit, he did get most of the species correct. Got a lot of genders wrong, but hey, that's their fault.

He considered cutting Mazzic open to see if he was carrying the Ninja or Suplex marbles, but eventually figured that he hadn't gotten them since the last time they spoke, which was the day before.

He asked Ark if he had found any marbles. Ark said no. Kyanosa asked if he was sure. Ark said yes. Kyanosa asked if he was really sure. Ark said yes. Kyanosa asked if he was really, really sure. Ark set Kyanosa's hair on fire. Kyanosa nodded and walked away.

He walked up to Kaye, leaned on her shoulder, and inquired as to whether she had the Wing marble yet. She tied his arms to his side with her very convenient rope and left him to wriggle helplessly on the ground for in excess of twenty minutes. He actually enjoyed it. That can mean anything you want.

He wanted to ask Ratch if he had Beam, since he looked like a robot, but decided he liked his arms where they were.

He didn't ask Vector again, but did tackle him, just for laughs.

He wished he had pockets.

He pestered Prismaya for the Mirror marble for ten minutes before remembering that he had it.

He was going to (politely, mind you) ask Scilas if he had anything, but received a very rude gesture before he could speak.

Finally, he brought his plight to C.R.

"If I give one to you, will you stop bothering the other passengers?"

"Unless they bother me first."

C.R. thought for a second. "Fair enough."

He held out his hand, revealing a marble that just happened to be there. Kyanosa quickly grabbed and absorbed, basking in the new energy which ran through him. "Mix."

"I have been; that's why everybody hates me. Tough crowd."

"No, that's the Mix marble."

"Great, I can make martinis. They'll like me. A lot."

C.R. huffed. "No, it means you can mix powers. Combining two powers into one attack. Like you can mix Fire and Sword to get a flaming sword, or Stone and Parasol to get...a really heavy umbrella."

"So, no martinis?"

"Go away."