He tilts his head, and scootches over, beside them. “You can make yourself good at anything if you just keep at it…what is it you wanna do?”
"It…its working to keep becoming a better person. To be kinder, or practice something you want to be really good at."
Her enthusiasm faded at his blank expression. Great. Was it really appropriate to have an existential crisis after doing? Some people really just couldn’t keep it together. She shook her head and walked away.
"Well, have fun with that," Georgia said casually. The kid had so much drama, didn’t he? He couldn’t do one thing and just have simple human emotions about it.
Well, whatever. It wasn’t like she didn’t have trillions of other humans to mess with. She stepped into the shadow of a building and disappeared.
Satchel, after watching her go, disappears himself.
Silent, he sits down in front of them, not sure what to do, or say.
"…N…No one is completely good, or bad, kid…"
His smile falters a bit, and he gulps a little. He’d already tried to change for the better…but how long it could last, he didn’t know. “…it…its possible. But what’s important is that you always need to keep trying to better yourself, no matter what…alright?”
Her eyes follow the pieces of Lavien tumble down dramatically. That should please Lily, at least. Her numbers would match up—besides the other few hundred that Georgia had made a deal with, but the secretary didn’t need to know about those.
She looked back up at Satchel, pausing and stepping back for a moment only to reappear in his shadow, clapping.
"Good boy!" she says with a grin, wondering if she could get him to do things like that again. It really was a pleasant surprise—for a moment she had thought that she might have to kill Lavien herself.
"Do you feel better now?" Georgia asked with a small smirk.
Satchel looks up at her, glowing dimly still, despite being healed, eyes glazed over with the same color. “I….feel much…better.” He says slowly, a numbness spreading through him.
She’d applauded him, was what he did actually good? …It had to have been, or she wouldn’t have responded so positively… Why is it so hard to think clearly…?
Georgia whips her head around to stare at Raddler. He shot at her. He shot at her. She slowly folded her arms, a wide smirk spreading on her face.
Then she turned back towards Satchel, kneeling down next to him. “Lying on the ground?” she asked casually with a cocky smile. “How… stupid.” She looked over at Laviern, still kneeling. “How can you possibly be scared of him? He’s weak. He’s,” she lowered her voice, “Scared of you.”
She gave a small laugh, standing up. “Don’t waste your chance to give back everything he ever gave you by whimpering on the ground.” Georgia had no idea what exactly happened between the two of them, but she wasn’t born yesterday.
"Just my opinion." she said lightly with a shrug, turning back to smirk at Lavien.
Satchel, shaking violently, just looks at her for a moment, as Lavien reloads again. The older Raddler knows he’s fucked up really badly, now, and he plans to go back out with as many bangs as he can.
He sits up, and holds the sides of his head, trying to steady himself. Scared? Why would his father be scared of him? He’d never posed a real threat before… But that doesn’t mean he couldn’t start. Just one life. That’s it. Lavien doesn’t deserve the second life at all, no one can blame him…right? She’s right, and he can give back all the fear, the pain…
Satchel stills completely, eyes opening to stare at Lavien blankly…the sudden void of emotion on his face unnerving him.
"…Stop staring at me you worthless excuse for a dau-gH!!"
Satchel teleports behind him, glowing brightly, claws digging into Lavien’s face, and neck, and vibrating intensely. The shotgun clatters into the pool of Satchel’s lavender blood, droplets and splatters of red running down to mix with it. He never was much better than his father at all. The sinner struggles, but can’t pry off Satchel’s slicing grip, and soon enough, the immortal tears his head clean off, letting the two pieces of his father fall to the ground as he pants…staring at Georgia.
Georgia smirked. “Oh, since you asked so nicely…” she said, turning around and disappearing in the nearest shadow, reappearing near Satchel.
She sauntered over to him and folded her arms, looking down at the crumpled body. “Get up.” she ordered sharply, pulling a hand up to put up a wall of gravity, meaning that the next few bullets would fall to the ground before they hit the boy.
Why was she doing it? Well, why not? But really, unless she was constantly being praised, she had a bad habit of interfering in a way one wouldn’t want.
Satchel peers up at her, whimpering apologies, tears streaming down his face to accompany a cracking voice. He’s been in worse mental shape, but if he could break any further…
He’s already shattered, though, hasn’t he?
Lavien narrows his eyes at her, figuring she has something up her sleeve, and raises the shotgun…shooting at her. The bullets fall short, as does any illusion of intelligence. Who shoots Satan?
"So you were just sitting up here, waiting for him to walk into town?" Yeah, he’s crazy. And he reason did sound extremely stupid. Georgia rolled her eyes. Besides, what was he trying to accomplish by killing Satchel? There were plenty of more fruitful ways to torture the boy than just shooting him over and over.
She was beginning to get impatient with Raddler. He seemed a lot more creative when she let him out.
"Is this all you’re going to do?” she asked, bored. Hell, she might as well go play with Satchel instead—he was certain to be fun.
"I’ve been waiting for monsters. This fucking filthy town’s ridden with ‘em. This was just a nice little coincidence.” And bonus, he thinks. Danny was a monster, to him. No regard for familial respect. She’d started to rebel against him, ungrateful little bitch. He goes down the ladder, Satchel curling back up at the sight of him. It wasn’t so much the bullets that got to him as it was the simple presence of his father, a ghost of his past he’d mentally blocked out for all the trauma it caused…
"Just let me fucking have this, lady.” He growls upward, growing irritated with her nagging, and the fact that all his bullets haven’t killed Danny yet. Two through the head, one through the spine? And still alive? Moving?
Georgia huffed quietly, obviously out of the loop. “Why exactly are you shooting that kid?” she asked, having half a mind to knock that low-grade rifle out of his hands. Could he be any more white trash? Probably not. It was extremely grating.
"Why are you on a roof in the first place." she said dryly, looking down at their perch. It seemed a little excessive, didn’t it? No question the man was crazy, though Georgia was content with simply playing with him for the moment.
"Well, before, it was because she looks like a fuckin freak. Acting like a god damn superhero… But its more…personal now, as stupid as it sounds." He sneers, and looks off the edge, walking to a ladder down, on the other side of the roof. "Better perch."
Satchel covers his face, having gone masked for long enough that he hates to reveal his face again, not like this. Regenerating rapidly, he shakes, getting up to his feet, and looking back up at the roof, eyes wide, peeking through his claws. Georgia?