powerplay | [chasma] pc catchall : nero.

I don't magically go lockin' doors.

[There is! A lock! Use it Power, use your devil brain to get us out of the cafe.

He moves aside for her to fuss with it more easily.]

Maybe you locked it and forgot! People are always forgetting things.

[ Big fucking mistake, Nero. Because she jostles it. Hmm. Bangs on the door. Hmm. Kicks at it. Hmm.

... ]

Yah!

[ AND SHE JUST CHOPS AT THE DOOR LOCK. It does very little, though there's a snap, due to the old and rotting wood, and next thing we know -- we have an old, rusty, broken lock hanging by a thread. ]

[When was the last time Nero made an actually good decision? This is just normal for him.

...

He tries to open the door and it's still locked.]

C'mon.

'Tis broken now and it still won't open...

[ Alright. She's stepping back.

And watch out Nero, please, since she's picking up a cafe chair and uh... throwing it at a window.

Only... only for it to bounce back as if she'd just thrown it at a solid wall instead of at glass?? ]

Huh?

Fuck!

[Somehow he wasn't her throwing a chair, but he does hear the noise.]

These windows aren't that hard!

[ She just raises this chair over her head and... attempts to bash the window. Wtf? Who put some kind of magic strengthener on this? ]

Who the fuck did this to the windows?

Maybe it was these spectres or angels or whatever people keep talking about!

Could do without this.

[He'll... try pushing on the windows, see if they have any give. (They don't.)]

We could be doing without a lot of things like this.

Any luck?

[ She's put the chair down momentarily at least, leaning on it and waiting for Nero's results. ]

[He continues attempting the windows, one by one.]

... No.

How long are we stuck here for?!

[ She was perfectly fine lounging around the Cafe until suddenly curfew was announced -- and now suddenly, she's mega-annoyed to be here. ]