~Character Chat~

"I thought I was the one giving people crap about...something?" Riddle asked hazily, sticking a finger into the blender to get out the stuff at the bottom.
T.Mor ignored her. She didn't notice. "So...I love how I wasn't actually the person dealing out the verbal lashings." He said finally, after some moments of thinking. "I mean, yes. I said that infanticide trumps dead parents...You have to realise- that that decision is made with my own dead parents in mind."T.Mor said cautiously. "I am not trying to undermine the levels of absolute SUCK that dead parents bring. I mean...statistically, back home 1 in 3 kids are orphaned by the age of 6. I mean--"T.Mor's diplomatic approach was rudely interrupted by Riddle's...Less...diplomatic one.
"We LIVE in a CRAPSACK WORLD. The only 2 whiny people we have found there are Ana Namechov, and August Nimbly. Now if you can go on and PROVE that your extenuating circumstances are suckier THAN TEH WHOLE PEASANTRY...Lost my train of thought..."Riddle stopped and thought about it for a second. "Yeah. I've got nothing...T.Mor. Just do it. It would be entertaining."Riddle commanded with a crooked grin.
"Since when are you the boss of me?" T.Mor asked more out of shock than anything.
"IDK. Almost some time." Riddle decided arbitrarily, with a joking sort of facial expression.
T.Mor rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll play along. How's this going to work?"

"Simply and painless," said Ezra, grabbing the book and flipping to the right spell. "Ready?"

"Painless? I like the sound of that..." T.Mor commented. It wasn't often that he got to do something pain free. "Sure. Let's go.

((I'm going to pretend that the team was resting, since they haven't been talking much. They're probably all SEDing anyway, so it's not improbable.))

"Oooh, I can't wait to see this!" Izzy said. She walked over to where the team was resting in a corner next. "You four, wake up!" she urged. "Ezra's going to make Andrew and T.Mor switch bodies!"
"Eh?" Peter asked grogglily.
"It's magic," Izzy stated simply.

"I know right...T.Mor...as toast...Dude. Just...Dude." Riddle blathered semi coherently to Izzy.
"This will also be interesting..." August muttered, happy to not be in Riddle's line of fire anymore.

"Oh they won't be switching bodies...just states..." said Ezra. He picked up the book and began reading, there was a bright flash of light. When the light cleared T.Morr looked the same but Andrew was no longer pale. He had a healty tinge to his skin and was breathing.

Liz dropped the cleaner she had gone to retrieve. "Andrew's...he's...breathing...how...I don't..." she stammered.

"Don't use that one. It will never come out, use this one." laughed Ezra, grabbing the bottle that had been in the hidden panel behind the bookshelf.

"So, by 'states,'" Izzy started, "you meant that Andrew would become corporeal and T.Mor incorporeal? It's more like bonder place switches than I thought! Also, cool secret panel...thing."

"So...How does it all work? I get my sentences translated to Riddle thorugh one of you all who can see me...Right? I mean...Yes. Right?" T.Mor asked anyone who could see him.
"HAH. T.MOR. YOU DON'T...aren't...see-able!" Riddle laughed, She was looking slightly better, but her movements were still exceedingly stiff.
"Yes. I know that." T.Mor said. Riddle was now looking in the wrong direction. "So...Basically it's the way things normally are. You ignore me, and I speak logic. Ok." T.Mor commented to himself.

"I forgot to mention one little thing...it's Andrew's descision."

(I actually have Ezra and Andrew switch places like this. In the book Ezra doesn't know anything about this spell and it's difficult to fix...the solutuion is going to be a water-downed version. Andrew has to be willing to switch back however if he does not the person in the ghost like state will disapeer from existanse.)

"Decision to what?" T.Mor asked, he was still sketchy on all the details of this.
"Decision to what?" Riddle asked, not being able to hear T.Mor.
T.Mor rolled his eyes. "Redundancy department of redundancy speaking. This is your happy helper T.Mor." He commented to himself with a grin.

"When you switch back," smirked Ezra.

"Oh." T.Mor hadn't even really gotten to thinking about returning yet. He still had countless opportunities to...Ignore Riddle ignoring him unintentionally...or whatever. "So. What do we do now?" He asked.
"Wait. That sounds sketch."August piped up. "that's a bait and switch right there! Or something! There's some old book from english class that we had to read about this!" August said excitedly.
"From WHERE?" Riddle asked, raising an eyebrow in an awkward and clunky manner.
"English class..."
"I don't know what that is but...OK." Riddle dismissed him.

"Oh trust me I wouldn't want Andrew like this forever....I can barely stand him how he usually is...he has to be near death and willing want to switch back."

(It's almost like he's feeding of they're energy...)

T.Mor wasn't necessarily worried. Riddle would disembowel anyone who tried to pull one over on her. Oh. Right. That didn't automatically apply to him...Right. "Ok. But as I said...What now? I just stand here and get ignored? Because...I'm cool with that. Really."
"You know T.Mor, you exist much less when you stop being..." Riddle told the ceiling.
"This is what you meant when you said that? INVISIBILITY? Why couldn't you just...know that word?" He asked her.
No response.

"Oh! Oh!" Izzy called excitedly. "I can make him near death! Without any harm to his body! Also, T.Mor, you said it wrong. It's 'Department of Redundancy Department.'"
"Izzy, do you mean...?" Peter started. "By hurting him without harming his body?"
"Yup!" Izzy said with a grin.
"This'll be interesting," Peter commented.

"He's over there." Ezra told Riddle, pointing to where T.Morr was standing. "He also said it's called invisibility."
Ezra turned to Izzy, "It involves a special kind of poision."

"You mean there's a specific way that he has to be close to death?" Izzy asked, dismayed. "That's total bollocks."
"Why did you just say that?" Sarah asked. "You're not from England!"
"I like that word!" Izzy responded.

"I'm sorry. We don't have a wiki on my street..." T.Mor Told Izzy.
"Wait. So what is the plan now? AND T.MOR...ARE YOU MAKING JOKES WITHOUT ME?"Riddle asked a nearby lamp. "I Didn't know you could have a sense of humour."
"Wow. Really? That's harsh..." T.Mor smiled. She was just so insane.

"I came from Ireland," chuckled Andrew.

"Eh...it's just the way it's done...it's pretty powerful too...it's called Death's Kiss." shrugged Ezra.

"Are we GOING ON A ROAD TRIP?!?!" Riddle asked excitedly. "WILL THERE BE MUTANT ZOMBIE BABIES? OR...the OCEAN?"
T.Mor facepalmed. Riddle didn't acknowledge it. Which was fine, since he didn't have a reply set up anyway.

"No I have it...luckly..." said Ezra.

Liz walked up to Andrew and poked him.

"What was that for?!"

"Sorry...I still just can't believe it." said Liz, shaking her head.

"Death's Kiss, huh?" Sarah asked. "That sounds so...cliché."
"I zeenk eet's funny," Senet said with a grin.

"Really? I wanted to see an ocean. And mutant babies from Dead Space." Riddle sounded let down.
"There's that game again. You've never even played it." T.Mor chastised, getting used to being able to say whatever without Riddle's violent responses. "Man. I could say anything...she wouldn't know. That's kind of awesome."

"Well the drinker only has a short while...it almost kills you instantly." said Ezra thoughtfully.

"That's what you thinl at first..." said Andrew glumly.

"Yup!" Izzy said gleefully to T.Mor. "Fun fact: souls tend to swear more than lives because souls know that nobody else can hear them! Well, unless they're making contact with other souls, of course."
"What's in it?" Peter asked Ezra curiously.