~Character Chat~

(There's only 1 R in T.Mor...Just so you know... )

"Like I was kicked in the head by Riddle's lead boot." He said, having the distinct feeling that he had said that before. T.Mor couldn't really remember though. "Kind of..." He couldn't place the word. He didn't know the word. "Like...Like I need...I don't know. I have no words that can describe this..." He realised just how hard it was to articulate feeling something he didn't quite understand, and had to withhold the urge to say 'indegestion' just because that's what Riddle always said.

"Having trouble remembering anything, Andrew?" asked Ezra.

"I always do....but...it's getting harder."

Man. You sound like me...once, I forgot what my name was, so I wenat around for a day calling myself Clarisse...And then I had some fava beans. And a nice....snorkel. I don't know. I forgot. Riddle muttered, hearing Andrew's memory problem.
"How long will this take?" T.Mor asked.

"You never answered my question, T. Mor." said Andrew smugly.

"Depends," said Ezra.

"What question?" T.Mor asked, confused.

"How do you like being a ghost?"

" 'S alright...I mean...I actually was more relaxed until I found out this whole mess about fading away forever...Forced me to focus more on myself than other people you know?" T.Mor responded after a moment.

"That's because your were surounded by people who can see you. Take that away and it's just you and your thoughts." said Andrew.

"He's also been like that longer than you have." said Liz, pointedly to T.Mor.

"But when you spend your entire life trying not to have everything you care about ripped out from under you, and run yourself ragged with monstrosities...it's nice to just...not worry. To know that Hey. I'm the only one here right now, and within certain parameters, I can do whatever I want, without reprucussions." T.Mor tried to explain. "I wouldn't really mind being alone for a few days, actually. But the fading into non-existence thingy kinda sucks majorly. HOW ARE WE DOING ON THAT?" T.Mor asked, performing a marvelous feat of mood whiplash.

"I've already had that happen," Andrew said sadly.

"Almost done adding these ingrediants," reported Liz.

"What? Faded from existence?" T.Mor didn't know what Andrew was saying specifically.

"That and I've had what I care about taken away from me," said Andrew, giving a sad smile.

"When I say things I care about...I'm not just talking about people...I'm talking about things I actually needed to live. Like...food. Sleeping time. My house. My sister is almost...second to actually being alive. She shouldn't be. But she is. I think...Because if I'm not alive..then..well...how do I keep her alive...you know?" T.Mor explained quietly.

"Same here...well was," frowned Andrew.

"What did you do to keep food on the table?" T.Mor asked curiously.

"Odd jobs, I was a newsie...and some other stuff. My mother was a seamstress and my father worked in a factory. I did some factory work."

"Oh. I'll trade you occupations." T.Mor said absolutely seriously. "I work for the government, as a hired executioner essentially. Keeping the city corrupt since...A while ago. For money that immediately goes back to the government. We alternate eating. She eats one day, I eat the next. Even then the budget is tight...I might just have to make Peter take us there to show you if we all make it out of here alive..."

"Money was tight for us too and no child labor lawas."

"What is a child labour law?" T.Mor asked.

"Protects a childs right to an education and safty," explained Ezra.

Both T.Mor and Riddle were cracking up at that thought. PROTECT CHILDREN?! HEHE...From WHAT? How would that help at all? Riddle asked, still chuckling.

"I was killing people by the time I was 9...erm...I'm going to guess that we don't have those either..."T.Mor guessed.

"We have them now," said Ezra. * ezra told andrew what riddle and t.mor said*

"Children lost lives, limbs, and hardly got an education in my day. I was third class." glared Andrew.

"A lot of the kids in Auda either get kidnapped by the time their 8 or work for the government as Guards..."T.Mor Said. "We don't have public schooling any more...and Coding as a class is so wickedly over priced that the slums just teach eachother their badly transcribed, 8 bit languages. It's awful. I mean...I actually live in a real house...But we have miles of slums...just...being there..." T.Mor continued.

"I lived in a slum."

"How're we coming on the magical potiony thingy?" T.Mor asked suddenly, as though he just remembered something was wrong.