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[booksleeves]

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week 0; friday

[booksleeves]

[Susato can be found on Friday looking through some of the buildings on the main street of the boulevard.]

[bloodyromance]

[Spike spots her going into one and waits for her outside, smoking a cigarette. Whether or not he's going inside depends on whether he finishes his cigarette before or after she's done.

Regardless, he'll approach.]

Alright, nibblet?

[booksleeves]

[Well, after looking through she's coming outside rather quickly, so he probably hasn't finished yet.]

Mr. Spike! I'm alright. We all ought to be looking for Mr. Pontmercy where we can. . .

[bloodyromance]

[Well, clearly he's missing something because he thought they'd come away with the conclusion that something terrible happened to him and nobody really cares.]

Guess I can help you with that. [He won't mention it in front of her, though.] Might want to try bothering the rugrats about it? You won't get far just by checking every house in the city.

[booksleeves]

Hmm, that's an option. Though they may not know more than we do. . . but perhaps we can give them some cookies in exchange for keeping an eye out.

[bloodyromance]

Feel like they got a better chance of seeing something than we do, considering they're not involved.

But up to you. I'm no an investigator. Normally what I do is just killing what needs killing, not sniffing out mysteries.

[booksleeves]

[Hmm. . . ]

Perhaps you ought to describe it differently while tensions are high around here, Mr. Spike?

week 2; wednesday

[booksleeves]

[On Wednesday after the mini-event, Susato outside the mansion, having a warm drink while she dries off a little. She will smile at Spike when he comes in.]

. . . Hello. How are you feeling lately?

[Ah, but unfortunately, there is a shard nearby. As she speaks, a memory plays]

[bloodyromance]

[He stumbles, rubbing at his forehead. Fucking great.

This is the third time today.]

God. [At least that wasn't aggressively traumatic.]

...You really believe that? That the world's full of people who won't let you down?

[booksleeves]

Yes, I do.

[She touches her cheek, a fond smile.]

Maybe there are plenty of others who will, but that doesn't change that many won't.

[bloodyromance]

Maybe.

Guess it depends on how egregious an offence it has to be to let you down. My experience, and my observation, has been the opposite. People'll let you down and they'll stick by you in the same breath.

Love means taking the good with the bad, you know.

[booksleeves]

[That isn't too far off what she thinks, so she nods.]

I don't disagree - but I think that's no different, really. Gina lied and put Mr. Naruhodo in a difficult position, but when it came down to it she was still worthy of his faith in her. That is what it means to me, to not let someone down.

week 3; saturday

[booksleeves]

[Saturday evening, she can be found in House 3 recuperating. Quietly looking out the window, not asleep but a little out of it.]

week 4; friday

[booksleeves]

[Well, after all of that, she will just be hanging around outside. So feel free to run into her, Spike.]

[bloodyromance]

[He's just wandering about when he spots her. He flicks the cigarette he'd been smoking down on the ground and stamps it out before approaching.]

How're you feeling?

[Stupid question, but it's a start.]

[booksleeves]

Mm.

[She folds her arms across her chest, sighing out.]

I . . . don't know what to say to that. [This is so bad.]

[bloodyromance]

[He snorts in mild bemusement. Fair enough.]

Sort of a redundant question at times like these anyway, yeah? Sometimes it feels like it'd be easier to have the deaths and trial in the same day, that way there's less of this bloody waiting.

[booksleeves]

Yes. I do loathe the waiting. There is so little to do during times like these.

[bloodyromance]

It's just twiddle your thumbs and drive yourself insane day, yeah.

[He sighs and looks at her, a troubled expression on his face.]

Van Zieks knew a few people's secrets. At least a couple of yours included, given all your subtle hinting at one another during our little detective club meetings. Did you tell anyone else about whatever the two of you were referring to?

[He has some guesses but it's irrelevant to the question.]

W4, Post-Execution

[bloodyromance]

[Spike can be found later that evening, sitting back on a chair in a tavern that's nearby to but decidedly not Maid Meriam's tavern, his arms crossed and a metal bo staff draped across his lap and a mug of ale in front of him.

Hello, Susato.]

[booksleeves]

Hello, Mr. Spike.

[She'll approach him quietly, notebook in hand, Ryutaro in bunny form sitting on her head.]

How are you faring?

[bloodyromance]

I'm fine. [He shrugs, there's no dishonesty in it. He's a little sad about Sheba, and Yelena reminded him too much of Buffy (that it was almost a relief when she died just so he wouldn't keep thinking about that) so it's not like he felt nothing about what happened but he's not tearing himself up on the inside. He gestures to the chair opposite him with a nod of his head.]

Wasn't executed, so that's always a plus. Alisaie might've killed me dead if I was. I imagine that question'd probably prompt a more complicated answer pointed back at you, yeah?

[booksleeves]

I'm relieved you weren't executed, as well.

[She will go to sit next to him, then, Ryutaro hopping into her lap and watched with cocked ears.]

Would you clarify what you mean?

[bloodyromance]

[That feels like a trap question.]

For one, you got a soul and a moral compass. I've got neither. What happened in there... well, the trial was practically custom built to make us all feel as terrible as possible, the more integral ones like yourself especially.

[booksleeves]

I'm not quite sure I would agree that only I have a moral compass. And as for having a soul. . .

[Gestures at Ryutaro? Gestures at his daemon?]