Susan Sto Helit (
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mayfield_rpg2012-01-27 11:24 pm
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[A day after the untimely demise of her husband, Susan sits at her desk, tapping a pen, ostensibly grading papers. The play was a no-go, of course, that was obvious. There were more important things to worry about at this point than whatever reason she had concocted for forcing her students into that travesty of a performance (alright, there had been a good reason, but it was largely inconsequential now).
With a sudden sigh, she pushes her chair away from her desk, snaps her fingers, and appears in front of wherever her son happens to be.]
Slugger.
We should talk.
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As you all know, the revival machine is broken, and everyone is dying left and right from old injuries. If you happen to prefer a dignified death over bleeding slowly like a stuck pig, I believe there are a few of us who can assist you in that regard.
Grandfather. Didi. Is it fair to say this is something we can do?
Don't call back unless you require said service. I'm a bit busy with my own brand of bleeding like a stuck pig.
[A day after the untimely demise of her husband, Susan sits at her desk, tapping a pen, ostensibly grading papers. The play was a no-go, of course, that was obvious. There were more important things to worry about at this point than whatever reason she had concocted for forcing her students into that travesty of a performance (alright, there had been a good reason, but it was largely inconsequential now).
With a sudden sigh, she pushes her chair away from her desk, snaps her fingers, and appears in front of wherever her son happens to be.]
Slugger.
We should talk.
[phone]
As you all know, the revival machine is broken, and everyone is dying left and right from old injuries. If you happen to prefer a dignified death over bleeding slowly like a stuck pig, I believe there are a few of us who can assist you in that regard.
Grandfather. Didi. Is it fair to say this is something we can do?
Don't call back unless you require said service. I'm a bit busy with my own brand of bleeding like a stuck pig.
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Pausing, he reluctantly lifts his head.]
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[Susan begins to walk beside him back inside.]
Shall we talk about your father first? I couldn't help but notice that his soul no longer registers within the confines of Mayfield.
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Dead. Last night. Outside the bank...
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[She will pause right before they entered the door. What she will neglect to mention is that the moment Eddie's soul had vanished from her senses, the closest registering person to him had been...]
Listen to me, Slugger. He was going to die, regardless. ...You did what you had to.
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I didn't want to! But-- but he was suffering, I had to!
...I had to release him.
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She supposes the answer to that is around the same point when she died for his sake. She leads him gently inside before shutting the door.]
I know, Slugger. I know. ...It's what you were meant to do. He would have died much more slowly and painfully otherwise.
It's going to be alright. You don't really think they'll let us escape so easily, do you?
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I don't know. Maybe a few could slip out.
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[Susan will push him towards a chair as she walks into the kitchen and begins to rummage around in the cabinets.]
I'm still not convinced this isn't an elaborate hoax to teach us a lesson of some sort. They'll return soon enough.
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Putting up no resistance, Slugger drops easily into the chair where he sits watching Susan go through the cabinets.]
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Are your senses going haywire? I expect there's quite a few people in Edward's situation right now.
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[Either the majority of residents in Mayfield had become so accustomed to fear and pain that they'd lost the ability to panic or Slugger's senses had been dulled by his vacillating headaches, though he'd certainly felt Edward's distress loud and clear the other night.]
They have to want to escape. They have to want to give up. That's when I hear them.
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Hm. It's always astonishing how badly humans want to live even when they know there's no chance. Good for them.
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It is. ...Are you okay?
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Slugger.
I need to ask you for something.
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Yes, Miss Susan?
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[She is aware that they both know already what she is about to say. She had almost decided, at the last moment, not to make the request at all, seeing how he had dealt with Edward. But no. ...She believed in him. She had faith that he would be able to carry out what was necessary. Susan walks forwards a few steps and pulls up a chair beside Slugger.]
You're welcome to refuse. You absolutely can. But I would prefer it... Much prefer it. If it were you. You're the only one who knows what happened to me that day. And I don't want anyone else seeing me like that - Not Grandfather, not Luke... Not anyone.
But I need to know your answer now.
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Finally, after some quiet consideration, he gives a subtle nod. He would do it because it was what she wanted and he could trust her to be sure of her decisions.]
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[Slugger receives a smile and a hair ruffle as she leans back in her chair.]
Will you know if it happens?
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Yes.
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You and Luke will need to go to Grandfather's afterwards. I don't want the two of you staying in this house with that cat creature prowling about.
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Pokey told you about him?
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Yeah...
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It will be fine, Slugger. It's just like a normal town... thing when they stop revivals for the week. We'll be back next Saturday, and we can all have a good laugh about it later.