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She comes in from outside and goes up to the bar-- at which point a broom-shaped package wrapped in brown paper appears, addressed to her. Susan Delgado looks very startled, and then beams.

Shortly afterwards, she's curled up in her usual spot, with hot chocolate. The broom is leaning against the end of the couch where she can see it clearly-- and she is still smiling, say true.

[Susan meets Ben Hawkins, for great language confusion and then further confusion at finding out that he's a messiah, of sorts; talks with Lysistrata about oceans, weather, and Caspian; accepts Roger's apology, discusses AIDS, and suggests he see Simon; and then talks with Rent!Angel again about the Phantom situation and his friend's trouble, for unexpected pain, as the friend is Val... (slowtimed)]

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(no more secrets)

Susan frowns a little. "Is it-- I'm not one to speak carelessly, Ben, say true--"

(careless love o look what careless love has done)

"--but there are those I'd trust with anything, do'ee ken?"

(we both know how you are at keeping secrets from loved ones)

He nodded. "I trust you, but you gotta be careful who you tell. There's awful people out there who could use what I tell you."

He paused, rummaging around in his overalls and producing his pocket knife. He sliced open his own palm, without warning or hesitation, then showed the wound to her as deep navy-blue blood oozed from it. He closed his hand, into a fist, for just a moment. He opened it and smeared away most of the blood, then showed it to her- the wound was gone, as if it had never occured. Not even scar tissue remained. Just blue blood to show it had happened.

And oh, but she is staring, wide-eyed and uncertain.

"Are ye a wizard, sai?"

He shook his head. "I'm one of the folks like Christ."

"Ye're like the Man Jesus?"

And oh, but Susan wishes she knew more of that tale, now.

Ben nodded. "I got... 'Powers'. I can do things no one else can. I got an enemy, though. The Usher of Destruction. He's gonna bring the end and I gotta stop him."

(I chose the Tower)

Susan's suddenly very tense, listening.

"Do'ee-- the Usher? He's trying-- what would he do?"

"Bring about Hell, I guess. Kill me so there ain't no one to stop him. I don't care if I die, just so long as he's gone. I could show you everythin', but I don't wanna upset you."

"Like the Crimson King," she says quietly. Very quietly.

Ben's brows furrowed. "Who?"

"He's-- one like yer Usher, I wot."

"Were you fightin' him? When you died?"

"Nay," she starts, then hesitates. "Not as ye mean, I wot."

"I were-- I were burned, by a witch who raised the town against me, in vengeance for spoiling her evil schemes."

Ben's brows furrowed. "You were... I'm sorry. I shouldn'ta asked."

"It's all right," she says again, gently. "It's-- it's what happened, do'ee ken?"

And Susan's told people here before, by now, and is getting more used to speaking of it.

He nodded. "I'm still alive. My Momma and Father are dead, though." While we're on the morbid topics, we might as well just get that out of the way. "The Usher murdered my Father, to get his power. My Father, he was like The Usher."

And oh, but this confuses her, say true-- and Susan stammers a little in her response.

"Yer-- yer father were like-- I don't understand, Ben."

"There's one in each generation- one Avatar of Light, one Avatar of Darkness. I dunno know why I was the one of Light since my father wasn't. The Usher, he's the son of Management, who's like Man Jesus too." He paused, rubbing his eyes for a moment. "It's all madness, stretchin' back since the beggining. Fate, all of it."

"Ka like a wind."

She's still staring a little, but this is something she can fall back on. "Ye're right, mayhap-- it's hard to take in -- but none can stand against fate."

It's completely alright to be confused. It seems God had more than a sense of humour when the universe was created and the whole affair is horribly twisted into an eternal showdown where the outsiders suffer more than the actual players.

"I don't blame you for bein' confused. I don't get it neither, not fully."

"And if ye're like the Man Jesus, and ye don't kennit--" she trails off there, and offers him a wry smile.

"--then mayhap we'll just have to do what we can."

She smiles at him again, and then catches a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, of someone she'd meant to speak to.

"Cry yer pardon, but there's someone I should see-- would ye excuse me, mayhap?"

[ooc: this has been much fun, but I am very tired and must sleep!]

He nodded. "Thanks for your time. See you later."

[OOC: Goodnight!]

"Long days and pleasant nights, Ben," she says, and waves as she picks up her broom and heads off across the bar.

[ooc: 'Night!]

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