[Susato is in the garden on Monday, examining some of the unusual plants and considering them in comparison to her recollection of other plants she's seen. She'll smile when she sees Power.]
Good morning. A decent change of pace, isn't it?
[However, as she says that, she bends to pick up a shard, a memory plays.]
Yes! 'Tis nice to get out from under all that water, especially after a bunch of it got in my mouth!
[ Surely there's more reasons. Well, if she was going to say any more, she's taken aback by the memory that plays instead, taking a pause to take it in.
Ah. Hmm. Ooh. ]
How old-fashioned! [ Her first comment, after seeing the room and everything. ] Was that you? Those clothes were rather neat! Not like a suit, exactly...
[She will probably continue to wear it. She smiles a little.]
Ah. . . I think there is something nice about that sort of dress. After all, the way people treat you is often based on appearances, whether it ought to be or not. So one's dress might command respect or courtesy.
[Sorry to be such a narc.]
. . . However, no. The uniform in question is a man's uniform. I only wore it on this occasion in order to pass myself off as a male law student.
All suits look the same... we all gotta wear button-ups and ties on work. So I dress the same way as Aki and Denji.
[ Now whether that really signifies any big difference between her modern and when Susato had to wear men's clothing to be respected in a court, is up for debate. Well, at least Power's allowed to throw a hoodie on top of it if she feels like it. ]
But I think that's what they said too! That suits are what makes professionals!
[After trial, Susato can be found out by the docks to the canals near the mansion, sitting and peering out into the water. She looks to be in an angry mood, fists clenched, but trying to calm herself.]
[Susato will come find Power sometime after the execution, bringing some sweets brought from the tavern. Ryutaro is settled on her head as a white hair, nose twitching in tandem with Susato's.]
[ Power's doing pretty okay, all things considered. That execution was most certainly one of the least wracking and violent ones we've had by far -- the only thing is, it really just left little else but a bitter taste in everyone's mouth.
She doesn't like dwelling on such things, though, so she's here, with a mug of tea granted to her by Meriam, kind of playing pawsies with Ritty by slapping her hand on the cat's paws while he baps back. Meowy is also there, but curled up in her lap instead of playing. She glances when Susato shows up, at least raising her head from the table. ]
Oh, Susie. Are those for me?
[ Immediately laying claim to people's snacks. Again. ]
[ Hooraaaay. She immediately reaches out her hands for them and -- you know those videos where cats are just like, reaching out with their paws slowly from behind a corner or under a door? It's very much got those kinds of vibes. And just hugging the tray close to her like it's her dragon hoard. ]
How I'm feeling? I'm doing okay, I guess. It's not like I was hurt, and Nanaly wasn't my friend.
[It's like medieval era treats so who even knows how good they are.]
Yes, that's quite true. And I know you are a professional. But I imagine the specific circumstances can still be hard . . . particularly on top of everything that happened this week.
[ It's fine, as long as it's not totally gross or rotten maybe... otherwise she can always just eat plain sugar, that seems like it could be a thing even if it's heinous. ]
I am a professional! [ Taking it as a booster, of course. ] ...A lot of people keep dying, I guess. A lot of them are people I know.
week 0; friday
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Human! What are you searching for? It's pretty busy all around, isn't it!
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[Being addressed as human is. . . fine.]
I'm looking for any sign of Mr. Pontmercy, of course.
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What if he's not in the city? Oh, or maybe he fell into a ditch. Lots of people have been falling into ditches and traps lately.
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week 2; monday
Good morning. A decent change of pace, isn't it?
[However, as she says that, she bends to pick up a shard, a memory plays.]
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[ Surely there's more reasons. Well, if she was going to say any more, she's taken aback by the memory that plays instead, taking a pause to take it in.
Ah. Hmm. Ooh. ]
How old-fashioned! [ Her first comment, after seeing the room and everything. ] Was that you? Those clothes were rather neat! Not like a suit, exactly...
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[Well. Touching her face, slightly embarrassed at the memory. She wore those clothes at trial this week, in fact.]
It's a student uniform - something a law student might wear.
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And not a suit? Uniform rules are so stuffy! I won't ever truly understand the necessity of a tie.
You have to wear that every time you work?
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Ah. . . I think there is something nice about that sort of dress. After all, the way people treat you is often based on appearances, whether it ought to be or not. So one's dress might command respect or courtesy.
[Sorry to be such a narc.]
. . . However, no. The uniform in question is a man's uniform. I only wore it on this occasion in order to pass myself off as a male law student.
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[ Now whether that really signifies any big difference between her modern and when Susato had to wear men's clothing to be respected in a court, is up for debate. Well, at least Power's allowed to throw a hoodie on top of it if she feels like it. ]
But I think that's what they said too! That suits are what makes professionals!
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week 2; saturday
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[ Having just enough cognizance / awareness to point that out, while she comes and plops herself down by the canals right next to her. ]
But we caught him! So he's not getting away.
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. . . I'm angry because I let him get to me.
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week 4; sunday
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She doesn't like dwelling on such things, though, so she's here, with a mug of tea granted to her by Meriam, kind of playing pawsies with Ritty by slapping her hand on the cat's paws while he baps back. Meowy is also there, but curled up in her lap instead of playing. She glances when Susato shows up, at least raising her head from the table. ]
Oh, Susie. Are those for me?
[ Immediately laying claim to people's snacks. Again. ]
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[She will pass them to her. A smile when she glances at Ritty; it's rather cute and expected of Power that she will manage in this way.]
I had wanted to come see you and how you were feeling.
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How I'm feeling? I'm doing okay, I guess. It's not like I was hurt, and Nanaly wasn't my friend.
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Yes, that's quite true. And I know you are a professional. But I imagine the specific circumstances can still be hard . . . particularly on top of everything that happened this week.
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I am a professional! [ Taking it as a booster, of course. ] ...A lot of people keep dying, I guess. A lot of them are people I know.
I don't really know what to do about it, though.
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