~Character Chat~

"T.Morr says you're to obey what ever they say," said Ezra, turning to August.

"Fine. Peter...What do you need? If anything? I mean...T.Mor does realise that Peter has already said there's nothing he could do right?" August asked.

"There's...nothing..." Peter repeated for what felt like the millionth time. "Just...waiting... Ah...it's cold..."
"I'm...cold, too..." Sarah said.
"Be something...other than...fire..." Peter told her.

Ezra grabbed a couple branches, and some leaves, he mumbled something and a fire started.

"It's...not that..." Peter said, his voice growing weaker. "Feverish..."

Everyone except Riddle stood around uselessly for a moment then. Riddle sat facing the other direction, tilted on her side uselessly.

Ezra waved his hand and the fire went out. "You need my help," he said, pulling a vial out of his pocket. "This...should work," he added, tipping part of the liquid into Peter's mouth.

"Don't..." Peter told him, trying to shove it away.
"SED..." Sarah spoke. "Soul Energy...Disconnect..."

Ezra put the vial away, "It does work...I'm not sadistic."

"Why do you and T.Mor always try to help? Even when there's NOTHING YOU CAN DO?! Just let them do their thing!" August said.

"He does more chaos then help." smirked Andrew.

"That's more Liz...she's helped many." said Ezra, giving a small smile.

"True that..."August conceded.
HEY EVERYONE! MY FINGER JUST TWITCHED! ONLY 6 MORE HOURS Y'ALL! Riddle screamed triumphantly in her head.

"The chaos or Liz part?" asked Andrew, raising an eyebrow.

"The chaos..." August said. "But Riddle could probably give him a run for his money if she wasn't so dead right now.."

"Thanks...thanks alot." said Ezra, slightly hurt.

"Don't feel bad. He thinks I'm mean because I wouldn't stop and deal with his injuries a few days back. He's just...August." T.Mor said, somewhat reassuringly.
"It's still not better. I've got that piece of cloth still tied around my shoulder, but complaining about it just seems to make you mad. I figured it would just go away though...something or something." August said grumpily.

"Take this," said Ezra, handing the vial to August. "Works for almost anything."

August hesitantly took the vial. "Even on sacrificial binary exacto knife injuries?" He asked, just to be sure.

"Yes or I can do it the other way," said Ezra, rolling his eyes.

"It's not...that I...don't trust...you..." Peter managed in regards to the potion that Ezra had tried to give him.
"SED..." Sarah repeated. "We're...dying...from the...disconnect..."
"We could...be...alright..." Izzy said in the most reassuring voice she could muster.
Nike gave a shudder, yelping and clutching her heart.
"Not...good..." Sarah said.

"DYING?!" said Ezra, now panicked a thing he rarely did.

"Ok...I'm trusting you to not have this be like...Arsenic or something..." August downed the contents quickly. "GACK...that tasted kinda...Nasty." He checked the wound on his shoulder. No morre wierd gashes...there were just neat little scars. "001. Wonder what that would have been if he'd gotten to finish it..." August wondered aloud.
Could we re-connect you with sufficient wi-fi?Riddle asked, in attempt to be helpful. Or do we have to just sit and wait this out?

"I told you," said Ezra quietly. He pulled up his sleeve to reveal a white scar. "It helps."

"Well...I think we ought to focus on figuring out how to get people to not die..."August stated.

"Right." said Ezra, back into focus, flipping the book's pages. "Not dying...umm..."