[ Some couple of hours after their initial meeting, probably leaning towards night, she is just around and about at the Hotel. And then she sees Nero. ]
You there! Cook! [ Fuck yeah! She's waving a can at him. ] Look what I found!
[We're feeling the spirits of North wizards up in here. (We Are Not.) Trapping us inside of places we simply cannot escape.
But he makes an attempt to leave the cafe to find... the door is locked? Disce winds around his legs, tail starting to swish back and forth in agitation.]
[It's hard to avoid all of these memory shards when they're all over the ground. Maybe it's a good week to stay indoors...
But for now a memory plays.
You're sitting on your broom, high, high above the gigantic Basilisk far below you. You're furious at this monster for gobbling up another witch. Bradley is next to you, and at your demand, his shotgun shifts into a pistol. He riddles you with bullets, but it doesn't feel like pain, it feels like a rush of power. It's been a long, long time since you've felt this much righteous anger, but it's well deserved.
You're faster than normal, easily evading the Basilisk's attacks. Snapping your fingers cutlery surrounds you and an endless hail of your weapons batters the creature.]
Power is in a... formerly pretty nice dress! She's a little disheveled, and her dress is just covered in various powders and wrinkles. Actually, the entirety of her seems to be scattered with fine bits of varying spices and the like. And she's sneezing as she approaches, with a cough, patting off more things. ]
Cook! [ Cough. ] Look! I found spices!
[ And she rolls out a small variety of small tins of half-empty, maybe even three-quarters-empty, whether due to having been half-used or due to whatever spice explosion she appears to have been in -- it's hard to tell. They're nothing fancy, but they still seem usable at least! ]
[Nero is out, in the snow, in the cold. He can't really stand being indoors right now. The bitter cold is an old, familiar friend. Something grounding to hold onto, after an execution like that.
His wandering is aimless. Sometimes you just need the chill of the air.]
[ And in said bitter cold is Power! She's herself so even after trial and after execution, she's still got a messy bun, glitter in her hair. Though she's at least gotten another scarf. ]
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WKND 0 SATURDAY : ARRIVAL.
You there! Cook! [ Fuck yeah! She's waving a can at him. ] Look what I found!
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What'cha got?
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[ It's canned meat. But you know, whatever. She seems proud. ]
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WK0 TUESDAY : AFTERNOON.
Cook! Have you seen the new places? There is a Cafe with more food!
[ There was a one-day delay because of everything new that happened, but she looks expectant for a certain something. ]
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[He's fishing right now, so it's not like he has anything for her to eat.]
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W0: CURFEW
But he makes an attempt to leave the cafe to find... the door is locked? Disce winds around his legs, tail starting to swish back and forth in agitation.]
Did you lock the door?
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No, I am the type of person who never locks doors.
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Why is the door locked? Did you space out and do it yourself?
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Lock your doors. [Reflexively.]
No. Why would I lock us in? This ain't even mine.
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W0: Saturday
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Just hanging from the rafters and stuff, some sturdier ones so they don't just suddenly break under her weight, not that she weighs much. ]
Cook!
[ This counts as a greeting, as she just kicks her legs with a grin. ]
Taking a walk outside, are you!
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W1 MONDAY.
Hey, you!
[ And here she comes, in his direction. ]
How have you been taking in these new sights, wizard?!
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By walkin' around?
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w2: Monday
But for now a memory plays.
You're sitting on your broom, high, high above the gigantic Basilisk far below you. You're furious at this monster for gobbling up another witch. Bradley is next to you, and at your demand, his shotgun shifts into a pistol. He riddles you with bullets, but it doesn't feel like pain, it feels like a rush of power. It's been a long, long time since you've felt this much righteous anger, but it's well deserved.
You're faster than normal, easily evading the Basilisk's attacks. Snapping your fingers cutlery surrounds you and an endless hail of your weapons batters the creature.]
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...Ritty, did you see that? -- Oh! You there!
[ And like magic (haha), it's like Nero materialises from memory to reality... or really, she just walks right into him. ]
What were you doing?
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W2 TUESDAY.
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Disce is comfortably wrapped around his neck in her snake form.]
Wait for it to cool down.
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W2 WEDNESDAY : AFTERNOON.
Power is in a... formerly pretty nice dress! She's a little disheveled, and her dress is just covered in various powders and wrinkles. Actually, the entirety of her seems to be scattered with fine bits of varying spices and the like. And she's sneezing as she approaches, with a cough, patting off more things. ]
Cook! [ Cough. ] Look! I found spices!
[ And she rolls out a small variety of small tins of half-empty, maybe even three-quarters-empty, whether due to having been half-used or due to whatever spice explosion she appears to have been in -- it's hard to tell. They're nothing fancy, but they still seem usable at least! ]
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Why're ya sneezin'?
[Maybe ask him why he sounds so high pitched today.]
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W2 SATURDAY : POST-TRIAL.
Cook! [ Oh, so he's back to being called that, now? ] Another success and another week living! How do you celebrate?
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Hah... cut it kinda close this time...
Do ya drink?
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[He leans a little against Power's side... cuddle week...]
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We guessed right! Don't we get a prize for that?
[ Was it correct guessing if they were just throwing thoughts around while drinking? ]
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His wandering is aimless. Sometimes you just need the chill of the air.]
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Wizard, 'tis our last day in the cold.
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