Unwilling: 'Allo!
Unsworn: I do not wish to be associated with this person…
Unwilling: I like Kamui's frog…
Unsworn: It's Fuuma's!
Unwilling: No, KAMUI'S! As in, the demented evil one?
Unsworn: Sugar is BAD. For you. Not for me. (munches on stick of sugar).
Unwilling: (coughSmokingKillscough)
Unsworn: (turns sugar stick into shinken and rushes Unwilling) So, anyway (stabbystabby) nothing belongs to us.
Unwilling: GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! (Heals herself with Mary-Sue-ish powers) BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Unsworn: … read on!
"Right," Beryl said. "You want my elite Shitennou, the scourge of everything that lives, to take on four kids?"
Zoisite coughed. "Queen Beryl-sama, the Sailor Senshi were four—no, one, two, three…"
Nephrite groaned. "There were eight." he stated.
Zoisite conjured a shard of ice and aimed it at Nephrite's hair.
Staring at the ice shard, Jadis said, "pretty…"
Zoisite's eyes gleamed. So did Kunzite's. Just because he was telling Unwilling that he needed something to do.
So, anyway, Zoisite, Kunzite and Jadis went off into a corner to discuss ice. And Beryl slammed her head into the wall.
Nephrite somehow conjured a bottle of wine/lemonade and sculled it. Yes, the whole thing. Don't ask us how he's still standing…
Jadeite backed away cautiously, and went off to examine the pretty statues.
Outside Aslan's pavilion/tenty thing, a man teleported in with a shower of sakura petals.
The man blinked, and changed into a flat-chested woman. "Right… so, is this where I'm meant to be?" Zoycite pulled out a piece of paper.
"Pavilion/tenty thing: check. Great big dirty lion: check. Crowds of random centaurs: how am I supposed to know what a centaur is? Crowds of random man-horse thingies: check. Yup, this is the place!"
Walking towards the pavilion/tenty thing, Zoycite crashed into a boy. He was blond. Naturally, this made Zoycite suspicious. Blonds tended to be stupid—see Jedite. Zoycite herself was the only exception.
"Oh," said the boy, in a terribly English accent that made her wince, "I'm terribly sorry about that. Bloody armour. I'm still getting used to it. I'm Peter, by the way, a Son of Adam."
"Er, pleased to meet you…" Zoycite said, enjoying her chance to use her well-practised English accent.
It was Peter's turn to wince. Just because it was well-practiced didn't mean it was good.
"So, who are you?"
"Wha—oh, I'm Zoi—Zoycite. I'm here to ki—wait, see Aslan."
By now, anyone with half a brain would have been suspicious. Peter, however, thought she was the best thing since smoked kippers.
"Aslan's just in his pavilion. Would you like me to introduce you? Aslan and I are very close, you know…"
Zoycite's forehead furrowed. "You mean like, yaoi? But is that even anatomically possible?"
Peter frowned, and thought about what she'd just said. Unable to think of an answer, he gestured a still-curious Zoycite into the pavilion/tenty thing.
Aslan was cleaning his paws when he was interrupted by a knock on the pavilion door, er, cloth. Fortunately he had good hearing, and Peter had shouted, "Oy, Aslan, wake up! Visitors! Well, visitor…"
Aslan padded over to the door, er, cloth.
Peter and a very flat-chested woman stood there. Aslan blinked.
"Peter, would you introduce us?"
"Oh right. Zoi—Zoycite, this is Aslan; the one you wanted to ki—er, see."
"Cool," Zoycite said, in the same awful English accent. "So, are you two together? Cuz, you know, in a past life I was a guy with a guy, so I know how you feel…"
Aslan Looked at Peter. Peter flushed.
"Now, um, Peter. Would you mind leaving Aslan and I alone to discuss something?"
Peter, glad for an excuse to rub his meeting with Zoycite in Edmund's face, left in a hurry.
Zoycite grinned as she watched him leave, and produced an ice crystal from her non-existant bust. She advanced upon Aslan with her trademark evil laugh…
Unwilling: KAMUI!
Unsworn: …is a whiny little brat?
Unwilling: Has a cool frog!
Unsworn: Get over the goddamned frog!
Unwilling: Daehgems. Anyway, don't you love the cliffy?
Unsworn: What cliffy? Oh, you mean Zoy and Aslan? (blinks) Like I said, what cliffy?
Unwilling: Baka.
Unsworn: (produces shinken again) Stabbystabby!
Unwilling: (produces hordes of evil, undead Mary-Sues) ATTACK!
U&U: Review!
Unsworn: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH! Arya!
Unwilling: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!