three | line drive monster [unfiltered]

[strike_you_out]

[The phone is picked up, a call is placed. The voice on the line is, at first, dangerously calm—]

To the one who stole what's mine...

[—only to become a sharply hissed whisper]

I will find you.

[After being droned, humiliated, and murdered (and ultimately dissected by his attackers), this is what tips him into a rage: his missing bat.]

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[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

A temporary reality. By that logic, you ought to kill me every time I have a nightmare.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[smirk] Depends on how hard it is to wake you up.

[Joking? Serious? Wouldn't you like to know...]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind the next time I have to drag you out of bed for school.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[suddenly indignant]

"Player 2" isn't exactly innocent himself.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Two wrongs don't make a right. But in the spirit of ignoring trite idioms, feel free to elaborate.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He'll remember to spout trite idioms at Susan the next time she and Teatime get into a death match.]

You know him. White hair, blue skin. [also, arrogant douche-face]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

. . . Pokey Minch?

To be perfectly honest with you, the greatest offense I can imagine him capable of is to have an asthma attack in your face.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

I thought you were less gullible, Miss Susan.

[Tsk. She must've missed the time when Pokey went parading down the streets in that eyeball juggernaut.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

[She probably did aka I did dammit I didn't even notice]

Aside from being a brat, of course, but that never killed anyone.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Except him. [stifled giggle]

[It happened in a different part of the neighborhood, no worries.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Now don't be twee, Slugger. Death is worth a bit more than cracking admittedly humorous jokes at his expense.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Death in Mayfield is only a nap.

Being droned forever is the real thing.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Hm. Perhaps not even. Some people do end up going home.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[A doubtful silence is followed by a light sigh.]

...Yes, Miss Susan.

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Excellent. That's enough of that sort of talk, then.

[She steps into the kitchen.]

Your drone self is a minor maths genius, by the way. We'll have to see if you can't make some improvements there.