~Character Chat~

Riddle sat still for a moment. "Ice cream? That's the best youv'e got? And more of my dad? And that one time I had my spine removed through my mouth? Meh." she told him disintrestedly, while sweeping the feet out from under him. When he was back on the floor, she continued with her chopstick labotomy. "Tell me when you start feeling your frontal lobe turn into a smoothie..."

The Scouts had long since been cringing, and now found it somewhat difficult to watch...and yet not. It was one of those things where you just couldn't look, and yet you had to.
"Ezra, do you want us to intervene?" Peter asked. "Just say the word."

"Seriously- I would get help now..." T.Mor called. "She just gets angrier."
"She can get angrier?" August was amazed.
"Yeah....once she disemboweled this guy....With a waterbottle...We don't like to talk about it..."

"He's too proud to ask for help," said Liz, shaking her head.

"I'm suprised he hasn't done more," smirked Andrew.

Ezra started rocking back and forth, and speaking in an unknown language. Suddenly, Riddle couldn't move.

The frozen Riddle rolled her eyes; she hadn't even associated this with magic. "Fbtrnibg riodhrtb ogfunortub!" She realised she couldn't move her lips either. "Rrrrrrriii.....ri--gor....mo--rt--is....SUCKS..." She managed through some maddening feat of ventriloquism.
"THAT ISN'T RIGOR MORTIS!" T.Mor shouted at her from the sideline. "ARE YOU INSANE...oh...wait. NEVERMIND."
"This is about to get interesting isn't it?" August asked the room at large.

"Eet wasn't eentehresteeng befohre?" Senet asked.
Meanwhile, recalling a not-so-distant memory, Peter shuddered.
"If I didn't know better," Sarah began, "I'd ask if you were cold. So what is it?"
"Ah, I was just thinking back to that mission," Peter replied. "You know...that one."
"Oh, right!" Nike interjected, before her face took on a sympathetic look. "That sure was hell."
"Paralysis may not be the same as petrification," Peter started, inclining his head toward Riddle, "but it has the same end result." Then he straightened up, addressing the immortal. "By the way, Riddle, you can use this as a lesson on emotions. This one is called 'empathy.' It's when you feel bad for someone because you've been in their situation and you feel their pain. I, for instance, empathize with your position because I've been in essentially the same place, and I know how frustrating it is."

"MEHGEHFNSDSO" Riddle muttered in response. It sounded like reverse schadenfreude to her...but try enunciating 'schadenfreude' without any lips.
She REALLY wondered where that missing finger was...She had an evil scheme...if she could find the bloody thing.
"Well, it was- but It was just Riddle being...Riddle. Practically old news- I mean- she nearly put a bullet through my head one day, just because she forgot she was wielding a pistol!" August explained. "But now that Ezra's got the advantage...Well, that's a lot more interesting."
"You also were being whiny that day." T.Mor remarked.
"SO? How is that an excuse for her?" August asked incredulously.
"Nearly killing you for that was SHOWING RESTRAINT. Heck- I wanted to put holes in you- And I DON'T EVEN LIKE MURDER." T.Mor replied, somewhat agitatedly.

"You are really whiny, kid," Peter said to August. "You ought to cut down on that. Honestly, I'm not surprised she fired at you."

((Watching a vegetarian be told she just ate chicken,
Or watching a fratboy re-uh-lize just what he put his dick in!
Being on an elevator when somebody shouts, "Hold the door!"
"...NO!"
Schadenfreude! Fuck you, lady; that's what stairs are for!))

Ezra laughed widly, kicking Riddle off of him. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO MESS WITH ME!!!!!" He screamed. He started to mutter again and the mussle that had once bound him unraveled.

"This is not good!" Andrew said, taking a step forward. " Ezra, you need to stop."

Ezra lept at Andrew, slamming him against the wall. "You need to stop," he smiled.

"I don't understand how that's torturous..."T.Mor said, watching the motionless Riddle.
"Imagine the muscle cramps..."August supplied for him.
"She deals with stiff muscles almost weekly- that's rigor mortis essentially- she could chill out like that for 24 hours, and be just sorta cranky in the morning." T.Mor replied.
"Oh...well then...We've got a ways then don't we?"
Meanwhile, Riddle had been scanning the place for the finger. Aha...Could she...? Crap. Distance.
"T....hmmmmorrrrr....NE-EEED....Fflooer fiiiiinggerrrrrr.....iiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnrr rrrrraanggggeee" She spat out awkwardly.
"Smooth." T.Mor commented, searching for it.

"Ordinarily, it is torture," Peter told T.Mor. "I can speak from experience, in a way. Once, during a mission on a vreshnik plane, some cowardly bastards injected me with a serum from...I dunno, I think it was some sort of reptile. Anyway, I was completely paralyzed. It was horrible. I could use my voice, but I couldn't move my mouth. Hell, I couldn't even open my eyes. I was trapped inside my own mind. I'd never felt so helpless before, ever. It was maddening...I don't know what I would've done if I couldn't have talked through Sesria. I was stuck that way for a day, too."

"You don't know how long I've wanted to get rid of you," Ezra said darkly, "I'm sending you on a one way ticket and you won't be coming back."

"What about Liz?" Andrew gasped because Ezra was at his throat.

"I'll make her forget. It will be like you never exsited."

"You can't do this!"

"I can and I will," Ezra laughed.

"Erm...plot twist?" August raised an eyebrow. "Don't go for the incapacitated chick- go for the toast....er..ghost. I see." He tried to sound astute. It failed. "Ok I don't see. Care to enlighten us?"
"Oh. I see. Your body is your prison...Makes sense." T.Mor said pensively, still talking to Peter. "Still, not as scary as some forms of water torture in my mind...but hey- to each his own." T.Mor continued searching for the pinkie. Riddle may have actually had some type of plan for once and not have been operating on whim. After some frantic eye squinting he managed to locate the pale digit, and grabbed it out of a pile of rubble.
"What are you doing?" August asked, watching him.
"Arming Riddle. Duh." He said flatly- as though that were totally ovbious.
"Oh....ok."
T.Mor Walked across the battlefield to Riddle's motionless figure, and sat the pinkie on her shoulder. "Close enough?" He asked.
"dsafbpasorguihjnm,!!!" Riddle muttered.
"Do you actually have a plan?"
"hhhhaaaaannnnndd.....ddduuudddeee...." She told him aggravatedly- It was evident that she was actually ripping apart her vocal chords making those words happen.
"Oh....Ok--" T.Mor popped the pinkie back into it's proper socket. It wriggled.
"Great plan, Riddle." August commented.

Liz turned at the word ghost, she hadn't seen what was going on. Her eyes fell on Andrew and Ezra.

"EZRA!!!!!" she screamed, but he continued to ignore her. She called.out his.name again, and Ezra snapped ojt of his daze.

"WHAT?!"

"Why?"she sobbed.

"Oh... I...." he said now relizing what.he had been trying to do, only.to make her cry harder.
"Don't cry...please don't cry." he said reaching out to her, but she pushed him away.

"Why?!" she screamed.

Riddle was now moving a whole hand. She had poor circulation to thank for the slowness of the process, but this paralysis worked the same as most other kinds of venom- you could circulate it out of things to be processed by your liver. It just took some clean blood and TIME. She mentally cursed her inability to control her blood circulation and her still failing liver. She waved at T.Mor.
T.Mor gave a 'please hold signal', and turned toward the screaming. "WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?" he asked.

"I...I...tried to get rid of Andrew by sending him into oblivia." Ezra stammered.

"Well, this is awkward," Sarah commented.
"I feel like I'm eentrudeeng ohr somezeeng," Senet put in.
"There was an added fear, though," Peter said, still talking to T.Mor. "See, after they jabbed the needle in my arm, one of the vreshnik yelled at the others. She was saying how they didn't know anything about human biology, and they didn't know what exactly it would do to me. She said that it could be permanent, or it could slowly shut down all my organs one by one or something. Frankly, the idea of it being permanent scared me more. It didn't help that, several hours later, she commented on the fact that I'd been paralyzed for longer than a vreshnik would've been."

((Argh, late. Pretend my post came before Visi's latest one.))

Ezra looked at Liz with sorrow filled eyes.

"I HATE YOU!!!!" she screamed.

Sarah coughed uncomfortably.
Well, I can't say I'm crazy about the atmosphere, she thought to her teammates.
I'd have to agree with you, Peter thought back.
I zeenk we all aghree, Senet added.

Ezra winced at her words it didn't matter that he could torture her words were true venom.

Riddle was flailing the one hand impatiently. "iiiiiiiI ddoonnn' me--annnn to" blood seeped out of her half open mouth, indicating the end of her vocal chords.
T.Mor noticed. "Before we deal with people trying to kill eachother could someone drop Riddle-- Her liver isn't processing at full speed since her last disembowelment...Erm, then you can return to the drama I guess." He was quite awkward, not having dealt with this sort of thing before...ever.

"Sure...sorry Riddle," Ezra said, giving a weak, sad smile, and with a flick of his finger she could.move again.

"So, um, well..." Sarah started, finding no way to continue. "Ah...do you want us to leave the room or something? We...we could come back later, I guess..."

"No it's fine. I deserved that...."

"You bet you did!" Liz shot at Ezra.