~Character Chat~

"Riddle, are you actually capable of feeling pain?" Izzy asked curiously.

"I HOPE SO!!!" Andrew screamed, sending another blow.

"Meh...Pain...irritation...Itchiness-Aren't they all synonyms?" Riddle asked, simply stepping out of range in response to some air displacement she noticed. "I mean...when People dismember me it kinda...It kinda...there's some kind of...THING. Yeah. It's sorta...distracting."
"Being dismembered is distracting?" August asked in horror.
"Yeah...and itchy." Riddle agreed.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!!!" Andrew slammed his fist into the wall next to Riddle, but didn't hit her. "You don't have to watch all the people you love forget about you, the world forget about you like you don't even exist....and if you scream I'm still here...no one hears you, or sees you, or can comfort you in any way. The world just keeps on going and changing like you never existed...you blink...and all the things you knew are gone. "

(There's a quote I'm going to put in their book that says, "Never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting" )

"So basically...You're mad because existensial nihilism happens? You should really pick up a more absurdist view. I mean...That's how I handle those thoughts...I mean...You do realise that I am STILL going to exist when some giganto asteroid thing-do shows up and bombards the crap out of the universe...RIGHT? I'll STILL be chillin out using my apocalypse toaster to make freezer apocalypse waffles. We have the same issue, I think. You are just taking the August Nimbly approach, and whining about it. You worry about people dying? HEY- Guess what? At least probability dictates that you have a chance to get to an afterlife which includes doods like youget to meet back up with other people who died. I just get to sit around and watch the entire universe decay into a state of entropy that is....NOT GOOD. So SHUT UP ABOUT BEING ALL DEAD AND ALONE BECAUSE YOUR ARGUEMENT IS INVALID." Riddle ranted unexpectedly.

"Sorry but does it look like I have a choice if I'm here? No. You're wrong. I've watched but at least they can see you."

"Did I ever SAY you had a choice? Hehe...NO. You just have the magic of probability on your side." Riddle said, somewhat snarkily.
"Who's yelling?" T.Mor popped his head out of the upstairs door. His black hair stuck up in all directions, and he seemed half asleep.
"I AM!" Riddle yelled.
"WELL, I'M TRYING TO SLEEP. SO STFU OR GTFO." T.Mor shouted crankily.
"Somebody be trollin..." Riddle muttered as T.Mor's door closed back up.

"At least your alive! There are thousands of things you can do that I can't!"

"Point." Riddle allowed. "But you can prolly go through walls and all that toasted crap. Also...Don't you have a crispy buttery outer layer?"
"Riddle...That only applies to --"
"Toast. I know." Riddle made a 'NO DUH' face at August."Hence...MY POINT!"
"That's not...It...How...ugh, Nevermind."

"No no layer...and do you know what it feels like to walk through someone?"

"My educated guess is...CARNAGE. It probably feels like CARNAGE. Look...I really wanna get back to violence or something...I LIKE VIOLENCE."

"It feels like crap. It makes you feel cold for me it makes me feel...you know that feeling when your limb falls asleep? God...I miss that feeling....it feels like that times 100 almost like icicles stabbing you." Andrew slammed his fist into Riddle's face...literally into. It had passed right through.

"HAHAHAHAH!!! THAT TICKLES. Like how frost bite does....Hhehehehe..." Riddle giggled again.
"And frost bite tickles apparently. Wow." August said unenthusiastically from the sideline.

"It also remind me how I'm not here...'

"See there you go WHINING again. It's really irritating. Can't we just go back to when I said insults and you were a chiropractor? Those were good times. GOOD times." Riddle's mind was wandering, her inabiliity to empathise made things like this very hard to pay attention to for too long.

"YOU TRY BEING LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" roared Andrew, slamming his fist into her face.

Riddle accomplished the classic whiplash movement with her head as Andrew's invisible fist collided with it. Something cracked in her neck. "OOF." She onomatopoeiaed. A teeny trail of blood rolled out of her nose. "SEE! LIKE THAT! We should continue with this violent crap. SO MUCH MORE ENTERTAINING!" She complimented him. "And, actually...I value the ability to hold things autonomously...and the whole immortality thingydo over feeling...whatever it is I would feel by trading spaces with you." She said, surprisingly articulate.

"So you can be like me?" said Andrew confused.

"No. I can't. Everytime I die, I go into magic limbo Death land...And do the whole rigor mortis thing and once I wake back up I go into an advanced state of decomposition...Dude, You get toast powers, and I get maggots. But I'm saying that even if I COULD become toasted...I wouldn't. Just for the inconvenience. And the apparent whining that's apparently mandatory of the species." Riddle tried to explain.

"WHAT POWERS?!" Andrew half laughed half screamed.

"The invisible, The toast power...the power of instant frostbite tickling...you know...powers" Riddle wiggled her fingers around a bit as though she was using 'magic', but wasn't any less vague. "The power to not get hit by any of these.." Riddle Tossed more knives into the air in front of her. They all continued through to a wall, where they thudded into place.

"They aren't powers, they're punishments." groaned Andrew.

"AND NOW YOU'RE A MASOCHIST. GREAT." Riddle groaned. "Hey Ezra...Where can I go to get a Ghost-Busters Vacuum thingy? The whining is making me want to go....DO SOMETHING EVIL."
"Oh god...Where's T.Mor when you need him?" August asked no one in particular.

"They don't work," laughed Ezra, "but I'll be glad to help..."

"See it's the whole Not being abole to see you or stab you or Labotomise you with a chopstick thingy that is the most irritating...And of course THE WHINING...OH GOD." Riddle infromed Andrew, apparently just for the laughs. "But see...I don't get the same satisfaction from watching someone else beat the crap out of someone invisible."