A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please, review it so that I know what I can improve. Also, if there's a question you want me to ask Dustfinger, please tell me!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dustfinger (I wish I did!) or Silvertounge aka the Bluejay. However, I do own myself (hopefully!).
Today's question is: What was it like being dead?
Okay, I am (stupidly) going to ask Dustfinger what it was like being dead. Pray for me, please!
Me: Hey Dustfinger, I had a quick question.
Me (casually): Um….what was it like being dead?
Me: I said what was-
Dusty: I know what you said, I was just wondering if I had heard you right.
Me: Okay, so what was it like?
Dusty: Are you seriously asking me that?
Dusty: You're really that stupid?
Dusty (frustrated): Why would you ask someone that?
Me: Because I want to know the answer.
Dusty: Stop doing that!
Me: Doing what?
Dusty: Being sassy with me.
Me: I AM NOT!
Dusty: Yes, you are, like it or not.
Me: So, I ask you again, what was it like dead?
Dusty (looks at the sky): Some people never learn, do they?
Me: Is that supposed to be an answer?
Dusty: NO. Ahhhh, so you REALLY want to know what it was like for me when I was dead?
Dusty: You have the audacity to ask me that question?
Me: Apparently, yes.
Dusty: YOU KNOW WHAT, if you don't stop doing that I will never answer your question.
Me: What. Am. I. Doing?
Dusty: Giving me all these cheeky answers like "yes" "no" or "apparently"
Me: That is not being cheeky. I'm just giving you straight answers to your questions.
Dusty: Well, why don't you always do that then?
Me: Because it boring giving straight answers the whole time.
Dusty: See? You're probably just doing it to annoy me, aren't you?
Me (looks at her feet): Um….No…Why would I want to annoy you, the Great Fire-Dancer?
Dusty: Really Radha? Really? You really think I'm going to buy that. I wasn't born yesterday, you know.
Me: I know you weren't born yesterday, and I didn't really expect you to buy it.
Dusty: Well then, out with the truth!
Me: Okay, okay, I was trying to be a bit annoying. But-
Dusty: As if your question wasn't annoying enough.
Me: Yeah, so can you please stop stalling? Just answer the question!
Dusty: Stalling? And Me? I'm not stalling. I was simply making sure you knew what you were getting into. I was trying to give you a second chance.
Me: No, I'm perfectly serious.
Dusty: Well then, don't say I didn't warn you, when you're being roasted.
Dusty: The second part of that is purely fictional Radha (thinks "or not!).
Dusty: Being dead was just….feeling empty, playing with fire for the White Women, and just being still. There, I answered your question. Happy now?
Me: You call THAT an answer? That was nothing, I tell you, NOTHING!
Dusty (brimming with suppressed anger): You know, I think you should be quiet now.
Me: And WHY SHOULD I?
Dusty (in a warning tone, with gritted teeth): Because If you don't, there might be a violent occurrence involving you and fire.
Me: Oh, now you're threatening me, are you? Just like Basta threatened little girls. You scolded him then, but you're no better than he is.
Dusty (sparks are flying): How dare you compare me to Basta? YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!
Me: I'm not scared of you! Why? Because I know, you would never kill anyone in the first place! It's something I admire about you, but you're really starting to get on my bad side now, Dustfinger.
Dusty: YOU THINK I CARE WHETHER I'M ON YOUR BAD SIDE OR NOT? Really, I'm warning you. Stop talking now if you know what's good for you.
Me (really scared now, but acting brave): I'm not going to stop talking. If it ends up being brown belt against fire-eater, let that happen.
Dusty (really, really angry): WELL NOW YOU ASKED FOR IT! (Starts whispering fire-words to throw at me but stops when someone barges open the door)
The someone: Dustfinger, what are you doing?
Dusty: SILVERTOUNGE, DON'T EVEN TRY TO CALM ME DOWN! THIS GIRL ASKED FOR IT!
Silvertounge (looks at me, and then at Dustfinger, then speaks gently): Child, what did you do that made him so angry?
Me (awestruck): Are-are you the-the-the Bluejay?
Silvertounge: Yes, I am, though it's been a long time since I used that name. So, what did you do?
Me (sheepishly): I…..uh….I…..uh-
Dusty (still angry): SHE ASKED ME WHAT IT WAS LIKE BEING DEAD!
Silvertounge (understands the situation): Child,- wait, what's your name?
Dusty: Her thrice-accursed name is Radha!
Me: Who are you calling thrice accursed? You-
Silvertounge (interrupting): Though I don't know if Dustfinger dealt with it the right way—
Dusty: SILVERTOUNGE! LET ME HANDLE THIS!
Silvertounge:—you, Radha, shouldn't have acted like that.
Me: Ok, Bluejay. But how did you know something was wrong in the first place?
Silvertounge: First, because we have a special internal bond. Second, because the sounds of the two of you could be heard a mile away. Third-
Dusty: BLUEJAY, LEAVE ME ALONE! JUST LEAVE! I CAN HANDLE THIS.
Silvertounge: I'll leave…..if you promise not to kill or harm this girl in any way.
Dusty (grudgingly): Fine, fine, I will. I promise. (after the Bluejay leaves) You were lucky this time, Radha. Don't do that EVER AGAIN!
Me: I'm really, really sorry. I promise I will never do that again in my life. Word of Honor!
Dusty and Me: sigh, well at least that's over. See you guys tomorrow!