[ it's been a while since anyone's heard from Beatrice. The door to the room she's claimed in Parkor Estate has not opened for the past week or so, ever since the masquerade-locked and shut against all of Splendor, it seems, with nothing to indicate that it's even occupied. No one enters the room through the door. No one leaves. Even today, this
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What kind of game.
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... For now, the game is a simple one-see if you can get the Locals to acknowledge your existence.
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Like a... fight tournament or something... with a big crowd.
[ ... pauses, realizing he heard this "acknowledge existence" thing from Dlanor more recently. ]
Your name isn't Beatrice, er, is it?
[ he can't believe he's actually going to try and figure out what that shouting freak was talking about. ]
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Hmm...? It is so; I am indeed Beatrice, the Endless Witch. Who has been spreading rumors about me, I wonder. [ *cackle*cackle* ]
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Uh, apparently you don't exist. So... am I talking to myself? I mean, I seriously don't want to be crazy.
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When Beatrice hears those words, she grits her teeth in irritation. This again? And when it's already enough to fend off the anti-magic toxin that these Locals reek of, too-not to mention Dlanor... ]
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