[ She's herself, so, like. She thinks Spike having had to see Qi Rong's tiny dick is very funny. She's eager though, when she's asked for the colour -- but really, did he even need to ask? ]
Red!
[ Instant. Except whoopsie there's a got damn memshard somewhere around here ohhh noooo here comes the light. Fastballs a mem at him.
A red-haired woman sits in front of her and a blond boy, looking thoughtful with a furrowed brow. There's a strange aura about her, not that she's scary or seemingly evil, just that within Power's memory, she's... inherently unsettling.
'...You get so excited by blood, maybe a bit too much. If you're going to be so impulsive, maybe you aren't cut out to be a Devil Hunter?' she ponders. Her voice is soft, and yet, Power knows there is a very distinct threat behind those words. If this woman so chooses, then Power would be labeled a rogue devil, and she would be hunted down -- possibly eliminated by this task force.
'No way!!!' she yips back in a mild panic. It seems they were in the aftermath of some devil hunting business that went a little messier than intended, and Power immediately begins trying to shift the blame onto the boy next to him. He told me to do it, she says -- and when Denji yells and argues back about how Power is a liar, they devolve into a loud and noisy mess of back and forth screaming. The woman watches on for a little while longer, and speaks again. Her voice, though simple, feels absolutely suffocating in a way that permeates Power's entire being. Dominion. Control. This woman has authority.
'Can you be quiet?' she asks, and Power feels a chill. She shuts up immediately and averts her gaze. Beside her, the boy is glancing with a clear 'what the fuck?' kind of look on his face.
'Y-yes.'
'Excellent. Honestly, I don't care who started what. I just want to see the two of you get results.' Her golden spiral eyes gleam and she looks at the two in front of her expectantly. 'Do you think you can show me that?'
'I will! I-I shall show you.' Power is still standing nervous and straight, her body rigid, a noted sense of... fear? Respect? Ah, no. Maybe something more like submission in this woman's presence.
And with that, the memory ends there. Sure, it's hard to tell exactly what is wrong there, but it seems pretty clear that something is wrong. Where she sits before Spike, she seems to have frozen up a little bit. She defrosts fast enough, but she seems a bit awkward. ]
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[ She's herself, so, like. She thinks Spike having had to see Qi Rong's tiny dick is very funny. She's eager though, when she's asked for the colour -- but really, did he even need to ask? ]
Red!
[ Instant. Except whoopsie there's a got damn memshard somewhere around here ohhh noooo here comes the light. Fastballs a mem at him.
A red-haired woman sits in front of her and a blond boy, looking thoughtful with a furrowed brow. There's a strange aura about her, not that she's scary or seemingly evil, just that within Power's memory, she's... inherently unsettling.
'...You get so excited by blood, maybe a bit too much. If you're going to be so impulsive, maybe you aren't cut out to be a Devil Hunter?' she ponders. Her voice is soft, and yet, Power knows there is a very distinct threat behind those words. If this woman so chooses, then Power would be labeled a rogue devil, and she would be hunted down -- possibly eliminated by this task force.
'No way!!!' she yips back in a mild panic. It seems they were in the aftermath of some devil hunting business that went a little messier than intended, and Power immediately begins trying to shift the blame onto the boy next to him. He told me to do it, she says -- and when Denji yells and argues back about how Power is a liar, they devolve into a loud and noisy mess of back and forth screaming. The woman watches on for a little while longer, and speaks again. Her voice, though simple, feels absolutely suffocating in a way that permeates Power's entire being. Dominion. Control. This woman has authority.
'Can you be quiet?' she asks, and Power feels a chill. She shuts up immediately and averts her gaze. Beside her, the boy is glancing with a clear 'what the fuck?' kind of look on his face.
'Y-yes.'
'Excellent. Honestly, I don't care who started what. I just want to see the two of you get results.' Her golden spiral eyes gleam and she looks at the two in front of her expectantly. 'Do you think you can show me that?'
'I will! I-I shall show you.' Power is still standing nervous and straight, her body rigid, a noted sense of... fear? Respect? Ah, no. Maybe something more like submission in this woman's presence.
And with that, the memory ends there. Sure, it's hard to tell exactly what is wrong there, but it seems pretty clear that something is wrong. Where she sits before Spike, she seems to have frozen up a little bit. She defrosts fast enough, but she seems a bit awkward. ]