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The twins finally awoke. They yawned and stretched. They rolled around. They did pencil rolls. They rolled and rolled until they came across a 100 meter wide crater created by the epic bombardment. They looked at each other, smelling the wonderful scent of singed fur.

And so they rolled back in the reverse direction.

They stopped short again, noticing that their older cousins and friends were staring.

"HI," they said in epic unison.

They were obviously oblivious about what had just happened.

'Whoa." This guy was totally nuts. He thought there was an entire apple. IN HIS EYE?! And you could only see it if you looked in a mirror?! Who let this one out of the looney bin? Her entire head cocked slowly all the way to one side, and she just stared. This expression remained pretty much the same, even when he mentioned piranhas. When My Hero looked at her in agreement, she stepped over to his side and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"I think our friend here is two french fries short of a Happy Meal. Just smile and nod."

And so she did.

Then a pair of twins rolled right by her, catching her off guard. Where had they come from?? Oh well, it didn't matter. Clearly it was time for some action.

Wishing Moon took hesitant steps towards the mouth of the cave, almost inching forward as if tiptoeing would protect her. Shh, don't let the asteroids know you're coming. They'll never suspect it. She looked to the skies, trying to discern if she could see if there was a central point of origin for the asteroid shower.

Of course, she did this from the safety of several feet away, and while hiding behind a large rock.

((bedtime, bbl!))

THIS.IS.WISHING!

Ares (yes he called himself Ares, who cares that he was an Aries, RAWR!) had been fuming since the asteroids first fell. OH HE WAS GOING TO KICK SOME a**! Or at least that had been his intention, until he was dragged away and tossed into the shelter, oh he was too small to fight. GRAWR! He was NOT too small, HE WAS DYNAMITE I TELL YOU DYNAMITE!

"Just tell me who's responsible, I'll claw their eyes out!"

The little zodiac puffed up, hissing and spitting like an angry house cat. How dare someone smash their base, HOW DARE THEY!

"Ye won't be holding me back this time!"

My Hero (but not really, because Fink was his own hero) was far too fixated on the robots and not paying enough attention to the leading man of this show. Time to change that! "PIRANHAS," he explained, "ARE ALSO KNOWN AS PIRANJAS, WHICH ARE A COMBINATION OF PIRATES AND NINJAS. THE 'H' WAS SUBSTITUTED IN TO THROW EVERYONE OFF THEIR TRAIL AND BECAUSE BLUEJAYS DON'T SWIM. AND THEY LOOK LIKE FISHES BECAUSE FISHES HAVE PRETTY SCALES." Man, didn't anyone watch Discovery Channel around here? Maybe they didn't have cable. He should invite them over to his house sometime for a party, after all this was taken care of.

In any case, Moon appeared immune to his charms. If pickup lines didn't work on her, he was pretty sure pickup trucks would. Unfortunately for her, though, Finkleheimer wasn't the type to drive a pickup truck- he'd leave that to Prince Rose. Perhaps his advances had had some effect on her, though, because she smiled back at him. Was she blushing? Probably! It was a little too dark to see in this cave, but she must be! Ahhhh, what a terrible wishing cousin he was, playing with innocent girls' hearts....

At that moment, a pair of blue glowy things rolled in and distracted Finkleheimer, saving him from feeling any guilt. They would be cute if Finkleheimer liked little kiddies. He did not. Instead he turned to stare at some other glowy blue dude, who was definitely not cute. Considering one of the ladies (the pretty one) was sitting quiet in a corner and the other had run out into the great unknown, the wishing nergal was by no means spoilt for choice. When yet another glowy dude (red this time, bless his soul) spoke up, he was about to lose all hope.

Until he suavely flicked his hair (like they do in shampoo commercials), only to come face-to-face with a girl with a pink bow. Two pink bows. And cute hair. And she was green, like him. Finkleheimer's eyes sparkled.

"WHY HELLO THERE," he said, beaming at her.

Blinking a bit bemusedly at the hair-flicking Wishing Nergal, Jupiter nonetheless rose to the occasion and offered a polite smile and a bit of a paw wave.

"Erm... Hello?"

Now somewhat at a loss for what to say, Jupiter tried to think of a polite way to go back to watching the skies that wouldn't make it appear that she was brushing the other Wishing off. When no bouts of divine inspiration hit her, she sighed internally and half turned, eyes turning to the skies above.

"Such strange happenings, don't you think?" she asked. "I wonder what it means."

"It means we'll be havin' a war on our hands, that's what it means!"

One might have suggested decaf, that is if the little ball of fuzzy dynamite actually drank coffee. He hadn't stayed still for a moment, either jumping or pacing in his anger, or was it excitement?

And then he sudden RAN to the entrance of the cave, glaring up at the sky.

"Come down 'ere and fight, ye git! I'll not rest until all wishes are free! YOU HEAR ME?!"

FFFTSNARLGROWLHISS!

It was a deliciously dark and stormy night. Ominous clouds had filled what was always a vibrant blue sky, stealing away the twinkling stars and hiding the lights that inspired, if not powered, the business with which the Wishes had founded. It was this that had been the first indication that something was very wrong, and yet the Wishing Cousins had ignored it, focusing themselves with the recruiting agency they had worked so hard to build, their sights narrowed on the resumes and the bright young stars that walked through their doors. They could not have imagined the threat that had begun to creep silently towards them, not over hills as a normal army would, but within the skies, hidden by the innocence of a rainstorm. But it was not rain that had fallen from the thick, looming clouds. As the first meteor had fallen, only then did the Wishes realize their impending doom, fleeing just in time as the apocalypse began to fall.

Now, huddled together in the dank and dismal cave, many of the fluffy creatures cringed at what had commenced, heartbroken as to the catastrophe which had befallen their beloved agency. Beads of water trickled down over monstrous stalactites, like saliva over demonic teeth -- a titanic mouth threatening to swallow them all whole.

How lusciously morbid~

With the exception of Nobody and the brilliant shades of red from the meteors that fell at the mouth of the cave, there was one other who provided a steady source of light, the undulating magma under the mutated Christmas cousin's skin casting a subtle amber glow onto the water-slicked walls. With the exception of the constant drip of water, (which he did not care for much in the least,) Charon seemed to be quite enjoying the ordeal, his tangled lions tail flicking in amusement from where he sat, a few feet away from the group. Charon preferred the dark. He was always called upon for the dark roles, the need for sinister not always appreciated but sometimes quite necessary in their line of work.

He might have helped the fire along a bit.

"I think this is rather an improvement myself," he mused finally after the conversation had begun to drift from its main objective, his gravelly voice a low, rumbling purr of amusement, "However~ if you're really looking to find our assailants, I suggest less ..." there was a pause, "fraternizing." Although his glowing gold eyes had no pupils with which to focus, lazy puffs of smoke curled from his nostrils towards Castor and Prince Rose.

There wasn't much Castor could do when she promptly fainted. His song had dazzled her into a love coma. "I uh...I'll call you." Backing away, the scareon sighed peering at the large and rather evil looking deathcharm. "Just trying to establish ah....a good working relationship." He nodded. "You know, for the after party. When we win this thing."

Looking back out to the mouth of the cave his tail twitched. "You're enjoying part of this aren't you?" Castor wasn't, so he made :C face at the deathcharm. So many cuties, lost. So many. He just made :C face.