Jijou, the gardner, stood by the riverfront waiting for her. He had anticipated this day since his long dead father had put the ancient scythe into his hands. He had not given it to the False Madjulla at the temple. She would have killed to get it. That was why he still had it. The signs pointed to NOW and HERE for him. Joj, the fisher was joking with Seevee, his sister and her husband Drev, the Derro. He was making a comment about the compatibility between Derro and Fishers, when he noticed Jijou up ahead. Joj said, "Maybe he wants to look up your short robe, Seevee!" She snorted while carrying the rolled up net, "I'm wearing pants under them today." Drev growled, "You need to wear underwear in public all the time, you crazy broad! I ought to smack ya!" "If this net hits the ground before we reach the boat, SOMEONE will recieve a beating." Seevee looked at her husband to make a remark. Their conversation was interupted by someone running up from behind and flipping over them to land with a skidding uncertain landing. Toxic went, "OOPS sorry! Shoes are a little slippery! Bare feet are more certain." Jijou bowed and said, "My lady! I have awaited you with a present! Toxic blinked and scratched her bum. She went, "Mmmmm-kay! Is it a cookie?" Joj bowed too and said, "I'm pleased to meetcha, good looking!" Seevee sniggered at her brother. Jijou presented his Scythe toward Toxic. She took it and sniffed it. She held it by the handle and swung it around some. Joj, Seeveee and Drev drew back some. Drev asked Jijou, "Hey, you lost your mind, old man? Giving that to some stranger girl like that?" Jijou said to Toxic, "It's yours. Do as your heart dictates with it. You are the one to help Narchi." Toxic blinked and smiled at Jijou. "You know him! Cool! I have to go show him and 518!" Seevee blinked and asked, "Is Narchi in some kind of trouble?" Toxic turned and ran off onto the Coolant Pipe toward Narchi's APC. "I have a CUTTY THINGY ON A STICK! NEE-HE-HEEEEE! WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Jijou was stunned as was the trio of open-mouthed Trow. Jijou muttered, "SHE--she was supposed to be a goddess. Or something. Ah, god. I need a drink." Drev grimaced, and growled, "Help Narchi? She'll cut him a new one! She's some kind of psycho!" Seevee said in shock, "More like an overgrown kid, I think." Toxic's delighted squeal echoed off the buildings in the silence of the sunset, "I have a cutty thingy on a stick! I can reach tall apples now! Wheeeeeee!" Jijou put a hand over his face. Media is Vue 5 Easel and Poser 6