Somewhere in time I will find you and haunt you again

[riddlemered]

Who: Ushiromiya Battler [riddlemered] and Beatrice [beatrollice]
When: An unsuspecting Tuesday evening
Where: The starter apartments
Summary: Battler just met his across-the-hall neighbor.
Warnings: Swearing. Evil laughter. Witchy tomfoolery. More swearing.

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[beatrolliche]

Battler wasn't the only one who needed some fresh air. After finally finding her apartment, Beatrice certainly hadn't been impressed by the state of it. It was so...bland, so boring - certainly not something suitable for the Golden Witch herself. It was a good test to try out her magic here and she found no trouble at all using it, pleased with herself as she decorated the interior with gold and fancy decor here and there until it suited her tastes.

Pleased with herself she decided to get out of the small place. She was already starting to grow bored and could feel herself itching for action. For something, anything interesting to happen. Moving over to the door she threw it open, intending to walk out into the dim hallway but before she took a step she paused, staring directly before her.

There, right there, was Battler, standing right in the entrance of the apartment across from her.

The smirk couldn't have been suppressed even if she'd tried.

"Well, well Battler~ It looks as if we're neighbors keihihi~!"

[riddlemered]

Battler was wrong. So very, very wrong. There was a God, after all. And this God hated Battler with a foaming-at-the-mouth vengeance. That was the only way this situation could be explained. That Beato would be living across the hall from him.

Fuck this shit!

Unsure of what to say or how to react, Battler kept his mouth shut and began walking quickly down the hall, not even bothering to give her a proper greeting. In fact, he moved so quickly, he didn't even pause to lock his door, not that there was anything of value in there. He made a beeline for the stairs, every intention to grab that landlord by the throat and demand that he change his apartment immediately. If this was some epic cosmic joke by a god with a sick, twisted sense of humor, it was Not Funny.

[beatrolliche]

Not even saying hello. How rude! He could deny her as much as he wanted but he could at least be polite and greet her. No, this wouldn't do. She'd have none of it.

In an instant she'd dissolved right in front of him, blocking the stairs as she frowned, pipe in hand. "You could at least say hello. Rudeness will get you nowhere Battler."