~Character Chat~

"We could go back to fighting," suggested Ezra.

"Meh. I guess...But I lost my chopstick." Riddle seemed to think that was the only factor as to whether she should go back to fighting or not.
" You mean the knives in your boots don't count as weapons?" August asked, having gone and found both of Riddle's combat boots way back when she had asked for them.
"I HAVE KNIVES IN MY BOOTS? WHEN DID I PUT THOSE THERE?" Riddle was shocked and amazed at her own forethought. "Ok. You're on. Let's roll." Riddle grinned, lacing up the boots.

"You do know I can die right?" said Ezra.

Riddle's grin widened."What? Am I scary now that I have Real weapons?" She twirled the knife idly in her hands, it was quite clear that she had some experience with conventional weapons, as well as improvised ones.
"I think you're always scary..." August answered timidly.

"Yes and no but I'm trained with weapons too. You tend to get carried away..."

"What? And like you don't" smirked Andrew.

"You could fight the toast..." suggested Ezra.

"I can't SEE the toast...I mean...It would end up probably looking something like this." She turned so that she was no longer facing August, and chucked all her knives in his general direction, without looking. They all missed, and simply pierced the walls behind him. August was trembling visibly.
"THAT WASN'T FUNNY." He yelled angerily. "What if you actually hit me?"
"That's what I was trying to do. AND MY POINT. How CAN I hit someone I can't SEE?" Riddle asked, pulling the knives from the walls. "It's more fun being able to SEE my opponent. So...Yeah. We should get to this. And What do you mean 'I get carried away'?" Riddle asked, raising a pale eyebrow.

(("I AM ERROR" made me lol xD))

"I didn't even get to the part about the refugees," Izzy said, frowning. "Or the time you realized exactly why everything was covered with glass, or the time when you got caught outside at the start of the first bomb raid you encountered!"
"I think you've said enough," Peter told her, a slight bitter edge to his voice.
Suddenly, Karin fell over as though she had fainted.
"Well, gotta fly!" Elizabeth said quickly, being sure to keep a hand on both Karin and their stuff.
CRACK!
And the two were gone.
"And they leave me behind!" Izzy exlaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "Oh, wait...that's probably a good thing. Besides, I'm heading back to the same place you're going, anyway."

((I'm glad you liked it. I had to stifle a giggle when typing it as well.))

"I am glad you stayed...You could be my substitute T.Mor!" Riddle exclaimed at Izzy. "Now quick...say something about how I shouldn't be armed with knives at this time of tuesday!"

"One word Verbal Abuse. Andrew's terribly sensitive. I can give you all the painful memories you need and you can make all the insensitive comments you want. He'll handle the violence. If things get outta hand...I'll step in. He's gotta lotta twisted thoughts and painful memories in that messed up mind."

"Um, you shouldn't be armed with knives at this time of tuesday...?" Izzy said, throwing the team a questioning look.
"T.Mor tries to keep things sane," Sarah explained. "He scolds Riddle when she's about to do something stupid, dangerous, or immoral."
"Or something stupid, dangerous, and immoral," Nike added.

"Yep...T.Mor is the sanity guru...He just sorta keeps the peace." August agreed.
"I AM Allowed to have these knives at this time of tuesday! Ever since that one time when we had that noodle incident in the kitchens!" Riddle replied to Izzy's scripted reprimand. She turned back to Ezra."That's 2 words technically..." Riddle told Ezra. "And I really don't do horribly degrading Verbal insults on whim like that. Any hideously cutting remarks I make Are COMPLETELY ACCIDENTAL. Asking me to do that INTENTIONALLY...and without completely HATING whoever it is at the recieving end...well, that just takes all the fun out of it. Violence is much less...Violence is more enjoyable." Riddle told him simply.

"Oh but it will be much more fun...he'll go insane. And trust me...you'll be guarenteed to say the first thing you can think of."

"I don't know how good Izzy would be at peacekeeping," Peter said with a smirk.
"Hey, I could so keep peace!" Izzy retorted.

"You can have all of my pieces!" Riddle exclaimed happily, and started surrendering fingers.

"Ugh...so are you in? If you want you can fight me after Andrew...come on...you know you want to...how many oppertunities do you have like this?" grinned Ezra.

"Ah, no, you can keep your fingers!" Izzy said. "That's not what I meant... 'Peace' is what happens when there isn't any violence."

"TIMES WHEN THERE'S NO VIOLENCE?! WHAT? That doesn't make any sense." Riddle was confused beyond comprehension upon hearing that.
"Opportunities to verbally abuse people? Quite a few actually...I do it to August ALL THE TIME. Right you bloody whiner?" Riddle said.
"See? Divert the anger." August said.
"Fine...But violence is more fun..."

"He is a bloody whiner," Sarah mentioned. The rest of the team murmured assent.
"I think it depends," Izzy said to Riddle. "You'd be surprised by how much fun verbally abusing someone can be when you call someone a long string of insults that they don't understand."

"Liz kissed me the day of his funeral...scratch that...durng the funeral."

"And?" Riddle did not understand the significance of that bit of information. "So what?"

"Use it against him. Say something."

"YOU DIED. AND DID NOT GET ANOTHER LIFE. Why do you suck so badly at the videogame of life? Didn't you get the extra one hidden behind the bush at level 1?" Riddle spouted off hesitantly. "Am I doing it right?"

"Perfct keep it up," laughed Ezra. Andrew balled his fists at his side, hesitant to hit a girl.

"I mean, there were a crap tonne of extra ones just lying about that you could have picked up...YOU EVEN COULD HAVE CHEATED DEATH- I mean, theres a button on the Life console that you can push to open up the scripty bit and imput commands...YOU COULD HAVE EVEN DONE THAT." Riddle continued somewhat nonsensically.

"SHUT UP!!!" Andrew roared.

"Try something about what I told you."