[open] so why don't we go

[mirakill]

Characters: Bernkastel and realityshifted.
Location: YOUR REALITY
Time: Anytime.
Summary: Bernkastel goes visiting the realities of people. You should probably redirect her attention.
Warnings: None as of yet.

Comments

[and she most certainly is suspicious]

[transferin]

She most certainly was watching him.

There were two lines to follow from the plane to this world. Ai's, and one whom she had never met before. Instead of the original plan, of taking this form and chasing Ai to her school for a simple game of annoyance, she followed the thread of another... and while there were certainly people around her, they didn't have that spark. They were, in the words of even a witch's game, NPCs. They weren't what she was looking for. While she was surrounded by cats with gold eyes alight in the reflection of the night lights, her violet eyes bore no reflection. Even if someone shone a light directly on them...

In this dark light, it looked like her eyes were purely black sockets.

Definitely not normal.

Definitely not a normal girl.

And definitely watching him.

As he slowly drives away, she stands up, a few of her black cats circling her legs, the rest returning to their alley. She starts to walk.

Step by step, very slowly. She is in no rush. He could put the pedal to the metal and lose her entirely. As she passed beneath a street light, it could be seen that her eyes were thankfully not sockets, but shineless violet. She could walk by the car. The car could pull out of sight, but her steps made her destination quite clear, two cats at her heel.

Re: [Mm, certainly.]

[transferin]

She followed at her own pace, only walking faster whenever he turned a corner so she would not lose him. She was interested, to say the least, since this is indeed the line she traced and they were playing cat and mouse-- though who was the cat and who was the mouse was up for debate, surely. But a game is something she would never turn down.

It was the same thin smile and open eyes, as her cats eventually stopped following and it was just her innocently tailing the car.

[transferin]

And slowly, she would follow. A persistent girl, and scarily so-- who would let a child walk down a dangerous street in the middle of the night?

Perhaps a child who didn't have anyone to tell her what not to do. Or a witch, you never know.

Her arms folded behind her back-- it was asking for danger. Asking for trouble. Crossing onto someone else's territory so boldly, in the guise of a little girl, was a strict invitation for disaster. Who would make the first move? Not this man. If he lead her far away from civilization, he was playing a quiet hand until she was just close enough and just out of sight. Bernkastel couldn't recall such a fun scenario involving herself for once in a long, long time.

Would he kill her? That'd be fun. At the same time, though, she hoped to get in a few words edge-wise. What would a little girl have to say to a shadowy man in a shadowy coat after tailing him in the dead of night.

Plenty, maybe.

1/2

[transferin]

"Something I want...?"

She pretended to look curious. There was no shock at the gun. A cue for either knowing exactly what was coming, or simply having pure disregard for the danger of death-- she did not know the man, but she knew that following dangerous people into dangerous places did not usually end well. And packing a gun meant this man was not only dangerous, but had some secrets to be keeping if he would threaten to shoot a little girl.

That left her excited. She smiled.

2/2

[transferin]

"I'm willing to bet you'll disregard everything I say next as a lie." She looked up into the gun, light finally hitting those dead, pupil-less eyes. "So please feel free to kill me when it becomes too absurd for you to listen to. Boring other people... that's practically a sin in my own book."

She stared up at him-- quite a height difference in this body, though that of the witch's was small too. "My name is Bernkastel, though I'll certainly take an alias in your world should I walk out of here alive. I'm a witch who traced the line..." Her hands spread with fingertips tracing the air to indicate a 'point' and a 'destination', "From the plane to you. A test of my own. While I waited for something interesting to happen... you drove by."

Her hands went back to her side. "You were certainly the 'point' of my destination. So I followed you... A dangerous person. That's something we have in common. I, myself, am a monster."

From the light voice of a child, that flatly sounded ridiculous.

"And I fill my stomach by preventing my boredom. I wonder, do you have use for a witch?" A sincere question.

[transferin]

"I'm not looking for partnership, don't worry." She shrugged. "I prefer to work alone, but to extend my influence to those who might have use for it."

She tasted the air. Just this man, and the burned ash of the old building. There wasn't enough anti-magic toxin to suffocate the true witch. She'd be able to prove her existence after all, beyond a little girl talking in word games. That is, if he permitted it. There was a balance of control in the situation; She merely had words to give, and even said he could shoot her at any time.

"I'm the Witch of Miracles. As long as the percentage is not zero, I can manipulate reality to make any 'miracle' occur. However, as I said, I'm a monster. The cruelest witch to ever exist. And yet... I've lost a game to play. In a world full of anti-fa..." She cleared her throat. "Reality, perhaps if I side with the right side of the chessboard, I could be of some use to you and fill my stomach. Kill my boredom, you see?"

She stared up at him from the gun. "Do you believe in magic? If you do, shoot this corpse, and I'll introduce my real form."

... a pause, and a sinister laugh that followed. "And if you don't believe and shoot me anyway, we can always talk about it on the plane."

[I have been massively enjoying this as well! *__* Evil CR is some of my favorite CR]

[transferin]

"Forehead will be neater, but if you want to see more blood splatter, I won't fault you for a plain headshot." She stated simply, just like he dead, as if the matter was something as simple as picking out a dish on the menu. She really did have no regard for her life.

As for his question, though... she couldn't really prove it, could she? The truth was her most fortunate option here. "Because I have no agenda in your world, yet. This corpse I'm wearing is an anomaly. I could pull a strand of hair for DNA testing and it will match no one in the world, there will be no human person alive or dead to trace it to. That's why I call this wearing a corpse. It's a shell to pass my consciousness onto. And why I certainly don't care whether you shoot me out of boredom, cleanly, or messily." And just to add, "Also, I haven't spoken to anyone in this world aside from you and petting cats. My arrival was just a little before you drove by. People just walk by children these days. So there's no sniper at the ready. No watcher. We are completely alone-- you picked the location, after all. No other cars. I'd have to know ahead of time you'd pick this location for anyone to be at the ready."

She giggled in a hollow way. "Let's not forget I'm just a little girl in this body who only arrived from the Plane. What on earth would I be doing with snipers? I have much more class than that. And my motives are true. I'm simply looking for a world that can kill my boredom and the best side of the chess board to support." Not that she ever said it had to be the good side. Indeed, the 'good' side she picked in her previous game she twisted into evil, so badly she forced her piece to take the other side. How fun would it be to take a side that was shady from the get-go?

"Anyway, that's all. No sting. You would be able to pick up the sound of someone positioning for a good shot in a moment, wouldn't you? I don't know you well at all, but you seem to have an eye for the details. Any solid surface on the outside wouldn't have a good view into this building to shoot, any place inside this building would give noise, and trees and grass-- even I'd be able to hear that."

"Is the proof conclusive?" She asked, finally.

[Heeee yesss <333 also, 1/2]

[transferin]

No flinching.

Like the strings cut from a marionette, the body fell back into the floor with the force of the gunshot. That corpse was that of a small girl, after all. Instant death, and silence that followed. There was no sniper at the ready, no beeping, no electronic anything. Just Gin and the corpse of the anomaly to his world, slowly pooling blood.

The only thing that had nudged open the door... was a black cat with its tail tied with a blue ribbon.

[2/2]

[mirakill]

"You're right. It was burdensome, to look so young that I could hardly be taken seriously. I hope those words were enough."

Particle by particle, the cat dissolved like sand to reform into the body of an older girl, with the voice to match this time as well. She was overdressed, but she at least looked like a witch. Like she could be the corpse's older sister, but the sound of her voice was unmistakable. In the times when the voice of the little girl would go deep... they sounded exactly the same. She stepped over her own body as if it were nothing. "A mess I'll clean up later. That corpse had no alias, knew no one, so it's no loss to create another if I have to be human in your world again someday."

Her hand moved to the bow on her dress. "To introduce myself properly this time, I am Bernkastel, the Witch of Miracles, and I am the cruelest witch in the universe." All said with a pleasant smile. "Every reality has a construct of a game-- and my power is to make any miracle come to pass. Now that you've cut away that corpse and see the real me, do you wish to see a second demonstration of that magic, or will I be enlightened on the game I'm gambling on?"

If she was to help him, after all, details were a sad necessity. She could observe the kakera from the outside, but she was above cheating when she put so many rules in place to make it a challenge for herself. And he hadn't accepted her offer quite yet.