Kyanosa flipped quickly through the book, skimming the pages randomly and looking for anything related to evil beings, such as the words "evil and "being." When that failed, he took a closer look at each page, reading the first sentence of every paragraph. Now, watching a person reading a book is not the most thrilling experience, as Adrain and Gelid were quickly discovering. After five minutes, she tapped the man on the shoulder, causing him to look up suddenly.
"Um...why don't we go sit down somewhere? You can read there." This being not the worst idea of the day (the worst probably was when Kyanosa put the sword on his back), everybody waked to the nearest sitting place, one of those outdoor cafe-type places with red-and-white-striped umbrellas over every table. Everybody took a rest as the man continued to read.
After another five minutes (which, to a First Earther, is a really really long time to waste on reading...well, anything), he just plain got ticked. With a disgusted yell-type sound, he hurled the book at the wall of the cafe. It hit it, fell to the ground, and landed a few pages into it.
"Well, now I guess you'll never figure this place out, eh?" Adrian asked.
He looked at her. "Bah. You're right." Still disgusted, he pushed back his chair and shuffled over to where the book lay. Picking it up, he looked at the page to which it had opened. "Hey, how about that?" he grinned. "There's a table of contents."
Adrian and Gelid nearly fell over.
"Okay, okay...let's see..." He walked back and sat down in his chair. Evil beings...ah! Page...hm. Page 44." Now in a much better mood, he flipped to page 44. "Mmm...hm! Evil beings! First entry...Sir...Pseudo Havering." He looked up. "Great. I'm summoned across space and time and given super powers to fight a British guy?"
"Just read the information on him," Gelid droned, understandably slightly impatient.
Kyanosa nodded in reply. "Okay. Height-kinda tall. Weight-kinda heavy. Age-that would be telling. Powers-yes."
"Give it to me." Adrian huffed and took the book from him. She read for a few seconds and her shoulders slumped.
"What?" asked Gelid, intrigued.
"He was reading right from it." She showed the book to him. Sure enough, the book said those exact words in Havering's bio. She flipped through the next few pages. "It has the same information on the rest of them, too, except for the names. They're all omitted."
"So we know we're fighting an evil British guy...and that's it. Sweet." Kyanosa tilted back his chair and propped his feet on the table. "This is gonna be fun." The other two simply blinked at him. He had no idea who he was fighting, what their abilities were, and he hadn't even bothered to ask how many evil beings there were. he seemed to be taking the whole thing as a game, or entertainment, not as if the fate of the multiverse rested on them.
"You mean you're actually enjoying this?" Adrian asked.
"Well who wouldn't?" He grinned, his gaze aimed toward the sky. "Here I am in a new world with magic abilities going after evil guys, and the thrill of the chase was just added into the equation. This reminds me-" he cut off there, staring at the umbrella. "Wait a minute. Red and white stripes...yes!" Kyanosa jumped up and stood on his chair, feeling around the inside of the umbrella. After maybe half a minute he discovered a small, marble-like object sitting near the top of the pole under the umbrella, but his sheer clumsiness knocked it into the hollow pole. It came to a stop at the table; the three could hear it bounce a few times before settling at the table's height inside the pole.
The man reached back to the hilt of his sword and gave it a sharp yank, hoping that this time it would come off. It didn't. He pulled harder, then harder still, then harder and for a longer time trying to get the sword off of his back. When that failed, he actually pulled so hard that he fell over. He ran into the wall a few times with his back trying to knock it off. He braced one foot against the blade and tried to push it off. Finally giving up, he screamed, pounded one fist inside the other, and slumped into his seat. Attempting to see what was wrong, Adrian stood up, walked over, grabbed the hilt, and simply pulled the sword from his back.
Now everybody blinked.
"Ha! Thank you!" Kyanosa took the sword and, with a mighty swing, severed the pole just above the table. He quickly reached in and grasped the marble. "I'll bet you anything this is Parasol! Mega sweet!" he squeezed the marble in his palm. The sword in the other hand disappeared in a flash of white energy, to be replaced by a red and white umbrella. He started to put it on his back, thought for a second, and leaned on it as a type of cane.
"So, what do you crazy happy people want to do first?"