Highway: part 2

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[deaths_heritor]

[Teatime may realize there is a black-cloaked, hooded figure standing patiently behind him waiting to be noticed at some point. Now who in the world could have expected this?]

Hello, Jonathan.

((Slugger may jump in at some point, possibly . . . Not sure.))

[updollsdresses]

Hello, Susan.

[sketch sketch sketch]

[deaths_heritor]

Are you having fun with your crayons?

[updollsdresses]

It's a pen, thank you very much.

[sketch sketch sketch]

[deaths_heritor]

Would you like to share your artistic creations with the class, now?

[updollsdresses]

Oh, but I'm very nearly done, Susan. I think you'll like it.

[strike_you_out]

[The "class" may in fact consist of more than just Susan. A third party (read "stalker") may bear witness to whatever is about to happen. But for now, Slugger remains hidden.]

[deaths_heritor]

But I'm really ever so curious.

[Nonetheless, she will patiently cross her arms and wait.]

[updollsdresses]

-- Ah, there we go! Do take a good look.

[When Susan looks at the paper, she will see a rather crude drawing of herself being burned at the stake.

When she stops looking at it, it will be happening.]

[deaths_heritor]

What a morbid imagination you have, Jonathan.

[She will hand the paper back to him with an expression of distaste on her face.]

Honestly, I --

[Oh, look. A stake. Teatime will have the brief satisfaction of seeing an expression of shock on Susan's face as the stake and fire appear; from his time frame, though, it may seem quite odd that in the next moment, Susan is casually standing by his side observing the burning ten feet away. Minus her ruined cloak lying on the ground and plus some soot and a few burns, but her pride certainly isn't giving him the satisfaction of knowing that there's pain.]

A good effort, but I'm not sure what you mean to imply with that.

Try again.

[updollsdresses]

You know precisely what I mean.

[Is he disappointed that Plan A didn't work? Yes. It was his favorite plan. But, he's nothing if not persistent. He smiles slightly and gestures to the pile of papers.]

Would you like to see more? They're all for you, Susan.

[deaths_heritor]

I'd much rather stab you through the chest again than play these silly games. Show me yourself if you're going to insist on this charade.

((charade with pictures, anyway))

that's pictionary loser

[updollsdresses]

Oh, Susan. Why will you never let me have my fun?

[He flips idly through the papers and takes out one, jotting down a quick little drawing on it.] Will this do?

[Another little Susan drawing, getting hit by a single bolt of lightning.

... The sky sure is getting dark...]

whatever god

[deaths_heritor]

Your lightning bolt is atrocious.

[Teatime will find that Susan has him in quite a tight grip from behind the arms.]

I'd suggest you revise it quickly.

[strike_you_out]

[For his part, Slugger is trying to understand what he's just witnessed. The flames had appeared out of nowhere and he could have sworn he'd seen Susan bound to the burning stake for a fleeting instant. He can't see what was drawn on the pages from where he's hunkered down and therefore has no way of knowing that Teatime's pen and paper are actually weapons.

As the sky darkens ominously overhead, the urge to come to Susan's aid cannot be ignored but he resists acting upon it. For now he trusts that Susan has things under control.]

[updollsdresses]

... Don't touch me. [He tries to pull free from her grip and, though slightly impeded, he begins to draw his next attack: A massive hole around the car they are now both on.]