This topic is for Laetus and Cyril. And Makoto now.

"Actually he'll be dead soon!" Cyril said cheerfully.

Makoto looked at Cyril. "No he won't. Somehow e will come back to life gain and stay because he I apparently the most fucking important person in the god damn universe."

Artik turned Makoto around to show him the various cars on the road turn to goo, much to the dismay of its passengers. "Pretty soon we'll be the only people in the Rulerdamned universe." He blinked, "Makoto, take this pill."

"You said it not me." Cyril smirked at Makoto's comment about Artik. Her tail swished absently.

Makoto shook his head. "Don't need too." He then melted into a puddle.

Artik coughed in slight surprise, "Cyril. Tupperware."

Makoto growled with a disembodied voice. " don't you dare! I'm made of shadows dumbass. I'm making a new body!"

Cyril was tempted to scoop him up anyway.

Artik sighed, "Fucking genetic modifications." He looked at Cyril, "Not you. Your race is fine." He blinked, "Why a Rava, anyway?"

Makoto eventually decided to take the form of Krageta. "Hmm I think this will work."

Cyril shrugged. "I dunno. I like Rava I suppose. Just sorta has that primal feel to them." Her tail swished with a mind of its own. "Plus the tail, man. It's adorable." She had actually been fighting the urge to play with it. "How original." Cyril remarked on Makoto's form. "Wont one of our past selves recognize you though?"

Artik blinked at Kragkoto, "Won't we notice you? Bit conspicuous." Mr. Peanut looked at the catwoman uneasily, "Right?"

Makoto sighed. "My past self wouldn't. And have you even ever met Krageta?"

Artik growled, "I am the same Artik! I'm in the actual right timeline right now!"

"I was talking to Cyril."

"We're not going that far back Makoto. I don't think anyway. And yes I've met her, on the battlefields of Heaven."

Makoto sighed. "Thank god. There are things in my past that must never see the light of day."

Artik laughed, "Nothing before the Grinite Collapse."

Cyril's tail swished impatiently. "So. New body or do you wanna risk it Makoto?"

Makoto shrugged. "Ehh fine." Makoto returned into a puddle an then re-emerged as a female Saiyan with long black hair that reached down to his ankles. "Good enough?"

Mr. Peanut nodded. He turned to Cyril, "Yours or mine?"

"Mine might be safer. You have more of a connection with the TARDIS which mean it might be more likely to melt or something. Who knows? Until we know why this is happening we'd best be careful." Cyril looked at Artik's poor disguise skeptically. "And are you reeaalllyy sure a giant, talking peanut is the best of disguises?"

Makoto was waiting.

Artik shrugged, "Most of our friends are allergic to me."

"Yeah but we aren't"