Inheritance

[deaths_heritor]

[action, Makeout Point]
[She stands alone at the highest point of the peak, where the rock face descends into a sheer, steep cliff.  Her gaze is drawn downwards, towards a sight that only she can see.  Down into the tragedy of her past and the wreckage that had changed her life forever.]

Alright.  I'll humor you.  What do you want me to say?  That

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[likescats]

[Just following her up the hill.]

SUSAN.

[deaths_heritor]

...Hello, Grandfather.

[Susan hardly spares him a glance as she menaces the extremely dangerous and highly unfortunate... tree.]

Do you see him, too? It's quite gruesome, isn't it?

[For in Susan's vision... the remains of her father are long-rotting, bloodied, and altogether horrifying.]

[likescats]

[Just....quietly walks over. And looks over at the tree gravely]

...YES.

TELL ME SUSAN. WHAT DO YOU SEE?

[deaths_heritor]

...What, is it much different for you? The carriage is down below if you take a look. That, I'm assuming, is supposed to be F --

Do you think you could shut up for a moment? Thanks.

That is your erstwhile apprentice.

[likescats]

I SEE.

[Oh dear.]

CAUSING MORE TROUBLE ALREADY IT SEEMS.

[This is not going well at all.]

I THINK WE SHOULD GO HOME NOW GRANDDAUGHTER.....AND PERHAPS HAVE A TALK THAT IS LONG OVERDO.

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan's eyes flicker for a moment or two. She catches herself in the middle of beginning her speech.]

...No.

I can't. Not yet.

[likescats]

I WILL WAIT FOR YOU THEN.

WHAT IS IT YOU NEED TO DO?

[deaths_heritor]

[Still keeping her eyes on the tree, Susan very slowly brings out her response.]

...To stay. Until he's gone.

It's a face I never thought I would see again. Even if it's like this... I need to stay.

[likescats]

THEN I WILL STAY AS WELL.

[No arguments.]

[deaths_heritor]

Thank you.

[And Susan will draw closer to Death, her sword lowering. It seems with her Grandfather close by, the poison of the hallucinations has faded, leaving only the image of something she valued and a stream of whispered venom that had about as much effect on her as child whispering in the middle of one of her lectures.]

...You don't see him at all, do you?

[likescats]

NO.

I'M AFRAID NOT.

[deaths_heritor]

I didn't think so.

Well.

...He looks exactly as I remember him. Portraits really don't do the real thing justice.

[likescats]

NO. THEY DON'T.

IS HE TALKING TO YOU?

[deaths_heritor]

Oh. Yes.

He keeps telling me about what a failure of a daughter I am. He's not doing a very good job.

[likescats]

NOT VERY REALISTIC AT ALL.

I THINK YOUR FATHER WOULD HAVE SOME RATHER STERN WORDS TO SAY TO HIS IMPOSTER IF HE WERE HERE.

[deaths_heritor]

Oh. Well.

I'd like to think he'd have more of his body intact, anyway.