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[bloodyromance]

[It's pretty late at night that he calls Power out for gambling and blood, but when he does, he triumphantly puts a deck of cards down.]

Got everything we need right here. And I've got some blood to bet on. You win, you get blood, I win, I get a favour. That sound fair to you?

'Course, first few rounds will be just for practice as I teach you the game.

[powerplay]

[ COMES HOPPING INTO THIS THREAD. ]

Oh!

[ Cards! She immediately dives to pick at them, looking at the artwork on the front and back. She's very easily entertained, maybe. And glances up at him between looking at the cards. ]

A favour? [ As she crawls to sit in the chair. She's too enticed by the notion of blood to not immediately be on board with this game. ]

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Yep! A favour of my choosing down the line. [He's not going to clarify that he's not going to force her to give up her firstborn or whatever because 1. He doesn't think she cares and 2. That'd be not evil, so he can't out himself like that.]

Ready?

[powerplay]

[ Jokes on Spike because she would agree to give up a firstborn anyway. Not that she'd ever have one to begin with. ]

Ready!

W1 FRIDAY : EVENING.

[powerplay]

[ Slips this here late.

Power's resting on recommendation (read: force) by our local medical. Which mostly means she's just lying flat on some bed somewhere, playing toesies with Ritty, wiggling her toes at the foot of the bed while Ritty baps at them.

At least despite her limited mobility, she's awake! ]

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[Spike's been skulking about the hallway for most of the night before he actually goes in and visits her. He knocks on the door.]

Alright, devil brat? Got some blood for you here if you want it.

[powerplay]

[ Now, she would greet him semi-normally first, but she just perks up at the mention of blood instead. ]

Blood!

[ And just wriggles in bed some more, like an excited worm. Don't worry she's sitting up a little. ]

W2 SATURDAY : POST-TRIAL.

[powerplay]

[ It's ya boi, Spike. What's up man, she's coming crawling in over to wherever he is and plopping down. Seems she's got some more jerky. ]

We did it!

[ She seems satisfied. ]

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[He gives her a tired smile. Power is a breath of fresh air. Violent demon, sure, but so is he. At least she seems happy. He leans over the balcony he's stood at.]

Guess so.

Well, we've... maybe got another killer among us. Frankly, I'd say we just let sleeping dogs lie with that one. But I might be biased 'cuz I nearly got scapegoated.

How you doing, brat?

[powerplay]

I'm doing fine. 'Tis not like anything happened to me.

[ Which is all very true. And sure, Suigetsu getting voted does suck to some degree, but it was like voting out the one she likes way less. ]

That can be addressed next week! Since you can only catch one every week anyway.

W4 TUESDAY : PRE-CURFEW.

[powerplay]

[ SLIDES IN HEAD-FIRST HERE... henwo Mr. Pratt. Your day may be normal, except in your path, you might see an absolutely massive pile of fall leaves, orange, gold, what have you.

Now, what could such a massive pile of leaves be doing here?

Well.

There's a cat in front of it, the orange one, and also two blood-red horns sticking out the top of the pile.

Approach this? ]

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[He stops at it. Looks at the cat, looks at the horns.

Wow.]

What a nice pile of leaves. I think I might jump on it, see if the leaves make a nice crunching sound.

[Power suddenly hears boss fight music.]

[powerplay]

[ Wow points to Kai for picking up my slack of forgetting to link my post after making it, I'm in tears. Thank.

The pile shifts but only very slightly. Ritty flicks an ear and stretches lazily, mrrowing up at Erastis in greeting. Does she hear boss music?

Well... the leaves rustle some more.

Then here comes Power leaping out of it to pounce on Spike, leaves flying everywhere. ]

Boo!

W4 SUNDAY : POST-EXECUTION.

[powerplay]

[ Henwo. Power is out here, just kind of mucking about in the tavern after execution, playing pawsie with her daemon cat. Meanwhile, her other... actual cat is loafing on the table, curled up right against Power's face. Smoosh.

She's not particularly hurt, nor traumatised or anything like that -- discontent is all she feels. ]

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[He sits down across from her, his legs crossed. He gives Meowy some ear scritches and bids his daemon, currently a vampire bat, to go fuck off somewhere.]

It's always confusing, when the kill's all weird and dissatisfying, isn't it? How are you feeling?

[powerplay]

[ SIR YOUR ERASTIS. Meowy purrs softly at the ear scratches, thank. ]

I'm fine, I guess. It's not like I'm hurt at all, and Nanaly wasn't my friend.

[ What's... being unhappy? There's a wide scope of human emotions that she's never breached, and this is one of them, most certainly. ]

Week 5, Post-Execution

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[Spike shows up at the hot tub, still fully clad in leather. There you are, Power. He just had to follow the trail of obscene amounts of blood to find you.]

Hey, devil brat. You doin' okay?

[He heard her crying at the trial. She told him she never cries.]

[powerplay]

[ Yeah okay maybe she cries like once. Power is out here shoving a bottle under the water when she glances back. ]

Yes, I am fine. Why?

[ Two friends dead in two days, but she's doing fine all things considered. ]

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Just making sure. Heard you crying yesterday, got concerned. [He sits down, cross legged, just away from the water.]

Who are you writing to?

W6 MONDAY.

[powerplay]

[ Good day Spike! Power's finding him, looking for those music records. Find anything catching your eye, a favourite band long lost? Or maybe they're all slightly universally different kn*ckoffs. ]

What are you looking for?

Re: W6 MONDAY.

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[He's flicking through the rock section when he turns to her.]

Ramones. Or Sex Pistols, Guns N Roses, that kind of thing. So far, all I've found that I recognize is this sodding Backstreet Boys record. [He holds up the record in question.]

[powerplay]

I haven't heard of any of them!

[ She says that with point blank honesty and yet is so very cheerful about that all. ]

What're those all about?

W6 SATURDAY : POST-TRIAL.

[powerplay]

[ Now that I am no longer ill and actually alive, this is the backdate. Power is crawling into his jail cell... with snacks and drinks, because somehow this has ended up becoming her character this game. Well, food can heal the heart, maybe.

She just wants an excuse to hang out. ]

I have brought snacks.

[bloodyromance]

Lifesaver. Here she is.

[He gestures to the front of the cell and motions for her to sit down.]

[powerplay]

'Tis nothing of the sort, otherwise I would have the strength necessary to break you out of here and go somewhere far away.

[ She does scoot over and sit though, and starts unpacking snacks. Chips, rice balls, etc -- her picks are generally very Japanese-leaning in convenience store terms, but hey. ]

Is there anything else you want? More of that terrible music you enjoy?