Bernkastel is in your Mayfield, molesting you. Or not.

[beatssuperpaper]

[Bernkastel is doing usual things in Mayfield. Maybe she's in the school. Maybe in the library. Maybe just shopping very obscure things

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[darker_alice]

*Blinks, not noticing this person before, then turns, eye twitching*

"W-what was that?"

[beatssuperpaper]

[Bernkastel turns after a moment, after she notices someone was talking to her. Her feline tail falls down, innocently]

Excuse me? What was what?

[darker_alice]

My dressing was flipped. It's quite improper.

[beatssuperpaper]

...

Ah. It must have been my tail, yet again.

[darker_alice]

Your tail likes to do strange things.

Why do you have one? You do not look like any animal I've seen.

[beatssuperpaper]

It...didn't use to.

I have one because I am a witch.

[darker_alice]

I wonder why it would do it in a place that's so repressive. Then again, that may be the very reason.

That's absurd. Witches where I come from don't have tails. Brooms and pointed nose and such perhaps, even cauldrons, but certainly not tails.

[beatssuperpaper]

Oh, it's not all witches, just me, since I usually can turn into a cat.

[darker_alice]

I would say that's crazy, but in my world there's a rage box that can turn me into a demon, so I suppose such a thing should be possible here too.

[beatssuperpaper]

Oh, it is possible in many worlds. Magic makes it so.