A/N: Wow! A story! Actually, this isn’t so much a story as a dialogue, but…anyway. My detective story has a plot now, but I’m being rather lazy and haven’t started typing it yet. This is just something silly and pointless.

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine but actually belong to SandnBlood/HalfbloodLycan (or however you spell her name). She’s on my favorites list. Oh, and Vera’s scarf is not mine, either. Some of you may know to whom it belongs.

SCENE: Denya and Vera are standing together on a rather boring, featureless plain. They look pretty normal except that Vera is wearing a 30-foot-long scarf and on Denya’s feet are black penny loafers. Vera spots someone coming and recognizes him.

VERA: Oh, this is going to be fun…(sarcastically, to herself)

DENYA: (has seen him too) TOBIAS!!!!!

VERA: (sniggers)

TOBIAS: What? (at a distance)

DENYA: (suddenly all awkward) Um, nothing, um, ha ha…the bus comes by 4:15! Um, yeah, right, um—(Vera puts a hand over her mouth)

TOBIAS: (jogs up) What are you two doing here?

VERA: Waiting.

DENYA: (muffled) TOBIAS!!!

TOBIAS: (not looking at Denya) Uh, nice scarf.

VERA: Thanks.

SCENE UPDATE: Now the three turn their heads because two boys are coming in their general direction, arguing, while a girl runs after them at an even greater distance.

PERRIN: Why must you always be so submissive? Why must you apologize constantly? You’re normally nothing like this!

SAAVEDRO: (name is for some reason pronounced ‘sa-veeeeed-row’ instead of how it looks like it should be pronounced) Sorry! Sorry! Oops—sorry for saying sorry so much! Er, I mean, sor—um, no, I mean, um…

PERRIN: AH! I can’t stand it anymore! (lunges at Saavedro with his katana. Since rapiers are small and not meant for one-on-one combat, Saavedro is overcome)

SAAVEDRO: (falls to ground)

XAVIX: (finally catches up) AHHHH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!?!?!

PERRIN: (whistling innocently) I guess he said sorry one too many times…

VERA: (kneels down and examines Saavedro in her capacity as doctor)

TOBIAS: Is he ok?

DENYA: TOBIAS!!!!!!!

VERA: (opens mouth to answer but all attention is diverted to Xavix and Perrin, who are still arguing)

XAVIX: But why did you kill him?!

PERRIN: He was getting bloody annoying.

XAVIX: Sohrea is going to kill you, you know!

PERRIN: She’s bloody annoying, too.

VERA: (nods in agreement)

XAVIX: DIE!!!!!!!!!!!! (jumps at Perrin)

VERA: (sticks Perrin with her sword, Sereg)

PERRIN: (dies)

SAAVEDRO: What’s going on?

XAVIX: AH! Why are you still alive? Vera just beat me in killing Perrin to avenge your death!

TOBIAS: Why did you say he was dead, Vera?

DENYA: TOBIAS!

VERA: I didn’t say he was dead; you just assumed it.

TOBIAS: (points into distance) Look who’s coming.

DENYA: glub glub (Vera has shoved her face into a puddle to prevent the inevitable “TOBIAS!!” from being heard)

XAVIX: That’s Lars, descendant of the Grim Reaper. He’s probably come for Perrin’s soul.

LARS: Hello, noobs. I come for the soul of Perrin Al’thor. (swings sythe)

XAVIX: GRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! You can’t have it! (pulls out her sabre)

VERA: There are easier ways to vanquish Lars.

LARS: Dang. You’re here.

VERA: ‘Nightmare froliking in a field of daisies.’

LARS: (collapses, laughing)

TOBIAS: Quick! Someone cover Perrin’s mouth!

XAVIX: (does so)

DENYA: glub glub glub!!

PERRIN: (suddenly sits up, gasping for breath) What happened?

VERA, XAVIX, SAAVEDRO, TOBIAS: Perrin! You’re alive!

DENYA: TOBIAS! (hugs him)

TOBIAS: Um……………oh, what the heck! (hugs her back)

XAVIX: (Hugs Perrin)

VERA, SAAVEDRO: (look at each other, shake their heads)

LARS: (no longer needed, he goes away chuckling)

TOBIAS: (extracts himself from Denya) Well, I’ve got to get going; the strolling players are coming.

DENYA: Tobias…… (sigh)

TOBIAS: (leaves)

SAAVEDRO: Well, I have, um, people to, um, see…… (runs off)

PERRIN: Sohrea’s in the random mountain village that isn’t to the north!

SAAVEDRO: (makes a rude face at Perrin and switches directions)

XAVIX: Well, I’m outta here. (somehow disappears)

PERRIN: Riiiiiiiiight…………….(wanders off)

SCENE: Vera and Denya now stand alone on the prairie again. Vera gathers her scarf around her shoulders and the two of them set off into the unknown…..

TBC?

A/N: Hi! Please review! (By the way, I am Vera and I ROCK!! Heehee)