~Character Chat~

"Bring it," said Ezra. "Ladies first."

"Mmmmk...."Riddle looked zoned out for a second before reaching down to her combat boot, and simply removing it. She threw it with deadly accuracy at Ezra's head.

"You two can't fight each other!" Sarah exclaimed, aghast.
"I actually hreally want to watch," Senet admitted.
"I didn't wanna say it," Peter started, scratching the back of his head, "but I do, too."
"Nike, back me up here!" Sarah beseeched.
"I can't wait to see this!" said Nike, an excited grin on her face.

" She might lose interest before she kills him..." T.Mor offered. "Or...I dunno...If he kills her first- Depending on method...it could take a bit for her to pick up the pieces..."

Ezra steped to the side.and reached ut to grab it, catching it in his hand.

"Nice try," he smirked.

"Ah, if things get out of hand, we can always intervene," Peter told T.Mor with a shrug.

"Knowing Ezra it will," said Andrew.

"Knowing Riddle it will!" Sarah piped up. "That's why I'm worried! Riddle's really dangerous, you know..."
"Doesn't help that she can't die," Peter added.

"Depends on what Ezra does..."

(Regarding the boot Ezra currently has)"Could you give it back though...I kind of need the lead to balance my bones..." She pointed at the leg completely composed of bone.
"I thought you were fighting." T.Mor commented.
"I AM! HOLD ON." And off went the other boot, but not before removing the shoelace. She chuckd the boot behind her, and hit August in the head unintentionally.
"OW."
"SHUT UP, I'M DOING SOMETHING!" Riddle yelled. Now armed with string, she simply jumped straight at Ezra, with surprising skill, and used one hand to keep the piece of tupperware at his throat, and the other to commence with the incapacitation.She had his arms bound before... "CRAP! NEED MORE STRING...ERM...TENDONS! THOSE WORK!" Ans she simply pulled some stringy muscle from a duct taped section of her leg, before resuming her hostage binding.

"Errr....." cringed Ezra, at the mussle. He shook his head, and concentraited on Riddle's mind and pushed through trying to find a painful memory. This one was pretty painful, he smiled to himself and brought the memory to surface. (Ezra's doing mind tourture, he can take a painful memory and he tortures them by making them almost relive it...it can cause diffrent levels of pain based on the memory.)

Riddle watched the images in her mind in fascination. "Well...That's...interesting...I think I totally blocked that when it happened...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" she continued her hold on the sinewy restraints, even though she was cracking up with schadenfreude."T.Mor! You should see your face! You scream like...I would say a girl...but man..." She continued watching while giggling. The image apparently switched, and the laughy face was gone. "THAT ISN'T FUNNY." The tupperware in her hand broke, from the force of the fist she was clenching. "However this might be..." She selected Ezra's thumb from the mess of digits that she had clustered together in the tendony restraints, and simply began slowly manipulating it. It was like ghetto jiu-jitsu. Eventually the joint cracked loudly from it's socket.
"RIDDLE! PLAY NICE!" T.Mor called from the sidelines.

Ezra cringed, pushing further into her mind. "Don't test me."

"Why NOT? What have I got to lose? My mind? I'm lucky I have it with me today... normally I leave it rolling around...in a gutter or something...." Riddle laughed darkly, and continued with the fingers. "You're just lucky I don't have a lighter, or I would be burning your taste buds off...OOH! I HAVE HAIRPINS! AND YOU HAVE ORIFICES! THAT COULD WORK..." she trailed off again as the image switched for a third time. She twitched. "You LIAR!!!" she screamed at someone who wasn't there.

"I SAID LET GO!!!!" Ezra screamed and he pulled put the most painful memory.

The four spectators would, from time to time, make contact with the combatants' souls to see what they were planning.
"Are you trying to manipulate her thoughts or something?" Peter asked as Sesria perched on the head of Riddle's squid.
"That won't work," Sarah said (she had given up trying to argue at this point). "She's too sadistic for that!"

"That's not what I'm doing," Ezra laughed darkly.

Instead of responding with another dislocated finger Riddle simply snapped. "YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST LIE TO ME ABOUT ME AND EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD AND...AND...THE INTERNET??!" she roared angrily, her red eyes boiling with absolute fury. "THATS NOT RIGHT ON SO MANY LEVELS!" and she pulled Ezra back off the floor by his hair. He was about to get an insane verbal lashing for something he did not do. This began in the shape of a slap to the face. "YOU CLAIM TO BE MY FATHER! HA! FATHER OF WHAT? MY CODING? YOU TELL ME I CAME FROM A BLOODY BROWN BOX, JUST LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE! I HAVE NO REASON TO LISTEN TO YOU AND I DO NOT NEED TO CONTINUE BEING POSTER CHILD OF ANYTHING! YOU FACELESS....MONSTER!" she continued with the slapping, although it intensified dramatically. She gave up on that and just kicked him with her bony foot, something much more...painful.
"Wow...Someone has issues..."August said, as T.Mor grew uneasy.

Ezra laughed maniacly, "SEE?! IT WORKS!!!!!" He continued to push deeper into her mind.

"I JUST CAN'T--- HOLY SWEARWORD. BRICKS!!!!" She swept to the floor distractedly, and pulled another brick, which she used in place of the earlier slapping. "MAYBE I CAN MAKE YOU A FACE OUT OF PAIN AND CEMENT!" She cackled nonsensically.

"NO!!!" Ezra shouted, and suddenly Riddle slammed backward into the wall.

"Why'd you do that?" Riddle had snapped back to relative sanity after the forceful collision with the wall. "It was just getting fun. Ad I remembered that I have a hair chopstick in my hair somewhere that I can labotomise you with!" She sounded sad that she hadn't remembered that til now.

"I wouldn't test me!" Ezra singsonged.

"Why not? What are the consequences? DEATH?" Riddle asked mockingly. "I LAUGH IN THE FACE OF DEATH. Or un-face...or whatever. AWW CRAP. Where'd my finger go? It fell off again?" She looked at one hand, while searching for the chopstick in her hair. The pinky was quickly forgotten when she found it. "AHA! LABOTOMY LAND HERE I COME!!!" And she dove back at Ezra, Landing on his chest and forcing him to the ground. She started forcing the chopstick up his nose.

"THAT'S IT!!!" screamed Ezra kicking his knees to get her off again. He started pushing into her mind again.