~Character Chat~

Riddle collapsed to the floor anticlimactically. "Well...That sucked." Her voice was wickedly harsh and quiet- and every word she spoke sent little blood bubbles across her lips.
"You probably shouldn't be talking..." August said.
"AND you shouldn't be telling me what to do." Riddle bubbled.
"You're both right- can we just get back to why Somebody got ADHD halfway through the battle and changed targets? That baffles me. Especially when the new target is...I dunno...INVISIBLE?!" T.Mor was being somewhat perplexed by the sudden turn of events.

Ezra looked down at his feet, while Liz continued to glare at him.

"Someone has a problem with Andrew," said Liz hautly.

((So anyway, nobody recognized the lyrics to Schadenfreude from Avenue Q back there? D:))

"No kidding!" Sarah said sarcastically. "He only tried to kill the guy...well, I think. I mean, Ezra was trying to obliterate his life, right?"
The souls all shivered.

"He's dead. He can't do that...sorta...basicaly get rid.of him forever."

(I haven't seen Avenue Q yet...So no- I didn't recognise it. )
"What? You can get rid of things FOREVER?" Riddle gargled. "That's kinda impossible. I think. But I can't really judge."

"I think he was going to try if he couldn't suceed." Liz said angerly. "He also was going to manipulate my memoriez to.make me forget."

"Liz, I-"

"I don't want to hear it! YOU CROSSED THE LINE!!"

"If he crosses it again, it would be really funny...." Riddle sniggered.
T.Mor caught the joke. "DEAD BABIES....AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" They both collapsed to the floor laughing.
"what is this i dont even" August spluttered , watching the two laugh about perfectly horrible things.

"Look, I'm stil here aren't I?" said Andrew trying to play peace maker for once.

"If it makes you feel any better," Peter told Liz, "you can't actually obliterate lives or souls. It all goes back to the law of conservation of energy--energy can not be created or destroyed. Lives and souls are very advanced forms of basic life energies; since they are energies, you can't destroy them."

"I think he was trying to send him off somewhere," said Liz.

"Maybe to the land beyond the pixels..." Riddle hypothesised randomly.
"That's a myth and you know it." T.Mor told her.

"Like heaven maybe....though I doubt you can do that...." thought Liz.

"So...erm...why was he trying to do that?" August asked.

"Long story..." glared Liz at Ezra.


(Lol August...it's a magical thing called a love triangle....)

"Oh. Are Riddle and Ezra going to keep trying to kill eachother now? or has whatever that was trying to prove already proven?" August asked.
"You mean about magic existing?" Riddle struggled to recall the events of not 15 minutes ago.
"Yeah. That." August concurred.

"I guess....unless you want to continue," said Ezra, who was a little too hopeful.

"Dude- I could keep that up ALL NIGHT! Lemme go put on my boots, and we'll keep at it for a bit! Maybe I can get some of Peter's thermite....OR OOOH. I KNOW...." An evil grin spread across her face.
T.Mor made a "Ehem" noise, and stared at Riddle meaningfully.
"But of course I am immortal....so I mean....Technically it's up to you..."Riddle hastily added, noticing T.Mor's look.

"And you are not getting any of my thermite!" Peter told Riddle. "There's no way in hell I'd trust you with it! ...Hell doesn't exist, by the way. Neither does heaven, for that matter."

"As long as it's not ALL night..." Ezra grinned.

"Why not? You I came from MY storage closet in the first place! I just wanted to McGyver a....THINGY THING." Riddle said somewhat taken aback. She turned to Ezra "Why not all night? What else do you have to do? Rock and Roll?"
"Sleeping is a good start..." T.Mor muttered. He'd been almost 3 days on minimal sleep and caffiene, and it was starting to show.

"And what is this thing that you want to...what did she say?" Peter asked.
"I heard 'McGyver,'" Nike answered.
"Any idea what that means?"
"Nope."

"A THINGY THING...I don't know yet. I'm going to try science on it...and something will happen." She said confidently.
"Oh no. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TRY SCIENCE." T.Mor yelled at her."Remember what happened last time?"
"No..." Riddle smiled. It looked like trouble incarnate.
"EXACTLY why you shouldn't repeat it." He concluded logically.
"But what's that saying about trying again until you don't die that time? I LIKE THAT SAYING." She argued nonsensically.

"You look like you need sleep," said Liz to T. Morr. "There's room out back."

"I'm not like you Riddle," laughed Ezra.

((Improbable situation because the author wants it to happen GOOO!!))

CRACK!
A flash of blue and white light.
"Godammit Karin!" a voice shouted.
The lights faded as quickly as they came, revealing three women. Two of them were wearing white lab coats, and one white-coated woman was on the ground.
"Gods!" Peter exclaimed.
"Of all the..." Sarah started. Senet said something in French that sounded surprised, and Nike just looked incredulous.
"Nice to see you guys, too!" retorted the voice that first spoke, coming from the mouth of a girl in her late teens. She brushed a lock of fiery hair behind her right ear, brilliant green eyes looking annoyed. She wore a white lab coat, under which were plain jeans and a black t-shirt emblazoned with the words, "I ♥ Weighted Companion Cube." A pair of headphones rested around her neck, from which a faint song could be heard. But there's no sense crying over every mistake/You just keep on trying 'til you run out of cake...
"No, sorry, it's just..." Peter began, shaking his head quickly. "I mean, what are the odds?"
"Pretty darn slim," the other still-standing woman said. Her short, black hair was cut just below her chin, and her skin was a tan color. For clothes, she had a simple navy shirt, khaki cargo pants, and brown boots. As for age, she looked to be in her late thirties. She carried a large backpack, which she set down on the ground now. "Good to see you all," she said sincerely.
"Nnhhh?" the third woman asked, getting up and rubbing her tired, hazel eyes under her glasses. Her shoulder-length, brown hair was slightly disshevled, and her white coat, tan sweater, and jeans looked rumpled. This woman could've been in her early fourties. She, too, had a backpack, though hers was much bigger than the other woman's.
"Look who we ran into!" the first one said, motioning towards the Scouts.
"Oh!" the tired one said. "Well would you look at that! Hello, everyone."
The first one paused for a moment, recognition flashing on her face.
"You're the one who talks in Tropes!" she said, pointing at Riddle and jumping up and down excitedly. "Wait...you guys haven't made it back home yet?"
"Oh, they did," Peter told her, "but they wanted to come back to A-3 and register as bonders. Well, except for August; he just wants to go back to his own plane."
"But imagine that!" Sarah said. "FLS-narcolepsy-ing right to us! It's like a one-in-a-billion chance..."
"Yeah, well," the first one started, "Karin sure is one-in-a-billion."

((By the way, Visi, Elizabeth is Hindi now. I realized that I needed some racial diveristy... >_> So now she's a first-generation American.))

"Who are you people?" asked Ezra.