[Answering Machine/Text Message Inbox]

[beatrolliche]

You've reached the magnificent Golden Witch Beatrice~ Leave you're pathetic requests and I'll think about getting back to them kihehe~

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[deathknellgrell]

I've changed my mind. I want to play a game.

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[beatrolliche]

Oh, you do? You do?

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[deathknellgrell]

Yes.

The one with chess pieces - that bleed!

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[beatrolliche]

I'd be more than delighted to play with you, Grell. You see, my young man broke his promise again and I'm rather restless.

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[goldilocked]

[Valentines' day morning! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and there are roses literally on every corner -

Including Beatrice's; there's a dozen roses on her doorstep, along with these:

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[beatrolliche]

[Valentine's Day. It's something new for Beatrice, at least in the context of being celebrated. She can't say she's ever recieved a Valentine before, so when she checks her mailbox and sees the gift of roses, chocolates, a stuffed golden bear and a card, she's not sure how to deal with it at all. Taking all the items inside, she looks through them carefully, eating the chocolate, black king piece being nibbled on as she read it.

Well...it certainly was cheesy, but the incentive was there, as was the emotion and really...no one had ever, ever given her such a thing. There's a bit of a pout as she sets the roses in a vase, the chocolate on a table and hugs the plush bear to her chest for a moment before setting it down.

She doesn't bother to wear her fancy dress or even do up her hair when she poofs herself into existence in a cloud of shimmering golden butterflies into Jack Vessalius' room. No, she's in her skirt and blouse ensemble.]

Jack Vessalius.

[Enjoy the shock of a hot witch suddenly appearing in your room bro.]

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[goldilocked]

[Jack shrieks (in a very manly fashion) before diving underneath his covers; he's only in his nightclothes because - well. Recuperating. Stuff.]

L-lady Beatrice?

[Um. HOT LADY IN HIS ROOM. HOW IMPROPER IS THIS.]

Er. Hello.

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[beatrolliche]

[The shriek receives a light chuckle with a raised eyebrow as Beatrice watches the spectical before her.]

Still in your nightgown and yet you've managed to play Cupid's messenger I see. Impressive, very impressive~

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[wishgrant]

Ms. Beatrice, Ms. Beatrice, are you there?

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[beatrolliche]

Yes dear?

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[wishgrant]

You're teachin' Brother stuff, right? Can you teach other things too?

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[beatrolliche]

What do you wish to learn?

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[deathknellgrell]

Beatrice, darling, are you there?

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[beatrolliche]

Yes, Grell~?

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[deathknellgrell]

I wonder if you could do me - or, rather, a friend of mine - a favour?

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[beatrolliche]

My, my~ What kind of favour?

[deathknellgrell]

Hello, Beatrice?

I've got another favour to ask you, sorry.

[beatrolliche]

Ah~ Grell! Yes, what is it?

[deathknellgrell]

Oooooooooh~!

[ It's a high-pitched, nasal whine  ]

Something awful has happened! We're homeless - and living with angels!

[beatrolliche]

What-!?