Riddle 014: Christmas Angst [Voice/Action]

[puzzlerprince]

[Edward comes downstairs on Christmas Morning, wading through the sea of cats that had seemingly filled up the house. Coming across a bunch of presents beneath the tree in green wrapping paper, he smirks. He takes a look at the note, tossing it backwards and tearing into his presents like a little kid. He pulls out his cane. A new revolver. A

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Sorry for late. =(

[deaths_heritor]

Close the damn door -- oh god go away get off!

[As Edward opens the bedroom door on his way back from the Christmas tree, the sea of cats floods into the room and begins to drown Susan.]

S'fine!

[puzzlerprince]

[Startled, he quickly shoves the door closed, stranding a few cats outside the bedroom. He then rushes to Susan, shooing the cats away.]

Go on, stop that!

[deaths_heritor]

[After a lot of piteous meowing, the Cat Sea parts to release Susan from their suffocating waves of fur. She does not look pleased.]

None of you had better expect to be fed.

I believe it's time to migrate to the bathroom. Find me when this preposterous holiday is over.

[puzzlerprince]

[Edward glances at Susan once the felines have fled. Gives her a look.]

So these cats were meant for you? I was wondering what they were doing here.

[deaths_heritor]

Annoying me, of course.

[Wading through, Susan makes it to the bed and sits down with a muffled noise of annoyance. Edward may notice the letter she received from Santa Claus on the floor where she'd abandoned it to the Plague of Kittens.]

[puzzlerprince]

[He glances to the note on the floor and picks it up, giving it a look.]

...a bit of a harsh sense of humor, this "Santa Claus" has.

[deaths_heritor]

Utterly hilarious.

[Susan folds her arms and shoots him a look.]

Well? What did you receive? That silly belt?

[puzzlerprince]

That and the car outside. Among other things.

[deaths_heritor]

Don't get in the car. It'll turn out to be a trap and you'll be eaten by a machine.

[puzzlerprince]

A bit late on the warning, I'd say. Don't worry. As you can see, I'm perfectly fine.

[Johan, on the other hand...]

[deaths_heritor]

Well, something was a trap. Don't tell me there wasn't anything unusual about your presents at all.

[puzzlerprince]

...actually, there was.

[He unsnaps the belt, placing it on the corner of the bed for her to investigate, should she so desire.]

They made me act as though I was someone else.

[deaths_heritor]

[She doesn't, but she casts a sidelong glance in its direction.]

And who would that be?

[puzzlerprince]

An old friend of mine from back home. A bit of a lunatic, really. When he was just a child, he lost both of his parents to crime, and so he declared vengeance on all criminals. The belt, the car, and the gadgets? Because of them, I had thought I'd lost my parents in a similar way. And I responded in a similar way.

Fortunately, I was able to snap out of it.

[deaths_heritor]

You didn't get yourself into too much trouble, I hope. But it does appear I missed some prime entertainment.

[puzzlerprince]

...define "too much trouble."