h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*Faller uncurls and crawls out from underneath the chair*

Well, the first thing to do is to think up a useless or disturbing thought.

I can do that!

*does so*

*Cyiadan fades slowly back into the room*

*appears in Dining Room*

Cyiadan, how would you like to learn to defend yourself?

Yes please, sir

*looks around for Lycan*

*comes in through one door*

*doesn't really pay attention to anyone*

Cyiadan... stay in here with the others... you will be safe...

*leaves into the kitchen*

Faller: Cyiadan, draw your weapon. Tiamat, now all you have to do is try and put it into the mind of your enemy.

*Tiamat concentrates on Cyiadan's mind. It looks like a fortress, formidible, nearly impregnable, but the sky is open to it. Tiamat concentrates on hurling the thought over the walls. Tiamat curls the thought into a ball, loads it on a mental catapult and hurls it, shivering at the thought as he does.*

Cyiadan walking into a room, Richard Simons is doing jumping jacks and shouting shrilly about keeping the arms up as Margret Thatcher shrieks that she can't keep up, both in matching spandex leotards.

*somehow she can feel a thought...a name in her mind from Lycan...Elandra*

*she leaves the dining room and villa*

Faller: Nice work, maybe you should start with ideas that don't involve any of the senses. Just try putting a rediculous word into their mind. Lets leave it for now. Maybe we could try some combat, what do you think?

Faller: I'll be right back, wait here.

*leaves for ballroom*

~sure, combat would be good~

~~~Great, draw your weapons, then~~~

*picks up his staff, imbued by his father to never break*

*there is a small gold key under the cover of the Secretary's mutilated Journal*

*notices something glint in the light under a book, focuses his mind on the task at hand, and waits for Cyiadan to attack*

*Polonius dashes into the room and begins a frantic search, mostly under the table*

*finding the key, he leaves for the entry hall*