Intro| Grab bag event| Uniforms and you must obey (Aphro'd- also spoilers for Umineko game Ep. 02)

[alwayscackling]

The banquet celebrating her victory had progressed well. The food and wine had both been excellent and befitting in quality, but Beatrice's memories had gone fuzzy after speaking to one of the lower ranked witches. When she had come to, she was in a bedroom she didn't recognize, sitting on a bed and taking in her surroundings."This isn't the

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[bassdestruction]

Minato really had to get out of the habit of opening random doors when he heard noises, but that thud seemed like someone falling rather than a headboard repeatedly slamming against a wall. The boy blinked at the apparently empty room before looking down; the dress reminded him of Chidori for a few moments, but her hair and demeanour was nothing like the redhead he knew.

So intead, he crouched down, slipping his headphones off, music filtering out as they hung around his neck. He offered a hand to her, expression calm, if mildly curious. "Are you alright?"

(ooc: Checked your prefs, and while he's 18, CR is okay too if that's too close to the age cutoff!)

[alwayscackling]

(ooc: It's fine!)

Beatrice lifted her eyes to the person who stood in front of her. Listening as some of the music drifted, she regarded his hand and then shook her head. "Fine." she responded. The fall hadn't damaged anything that she knew of.

Taking his hand, Beatrice's cheeks were still flushed as she began to pull herself to her feet. "....Th-" the next words came out slowly, foriegn to the witch. "Thank you." After a second, she asked: "Who are you?"

[bassdestruction]

She did look like something - he wouldn't presume the hotel just yet - was doing a number on her. Minato lifted them both up, giving a small nod of thanks as they got to their feet. The dress suited her, he thought, flicking his eyes up and down for a second before returning attention to the more important matter of her face, and what she was saying.

"Minato Arisato," he replied, tucking hands into his pockets once she was righted again. "Nice to meet you."

[alwayscackling]

Beatrice nodded. "I am Beatrice." Noticing he was looking at her dress, Beatrice moved to fold her arms beneath her chest, which helped emphasize it. Her posture remained relaxed, though, since she wasn't folding her arms out of annoyance or anger.

"You're very polite." she remarked, examining his outfit in turn. Her eyes narrowed in thought as she looked at the patch on his jacket. "What is that patch from?" Small talk was apparently on the menu. It was an interesting insignia, though.

[endlessfail]

Battler had been in this place for quite a while. And really, he could have sworn that it was all Beato's fault. Her pranks really did get to be too much sometimes! What about their game, anyways? As long as he was here, neither of them could claim checkmate.

There's a pause when when he walks by another room--and out of the corner of his eye, he spots a familiar pair of breast--

Er.

Anyways, there's a pause. "... What the--Beato?"

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[alwayscackling]

Even this wasn't a prank planned by her. Beato did a lot of weird things, but this wasn't exactly her cup of tea. If she wanted to mess with Battler's mind, it would have been with something simple. Mass murder or a magical battle would have done nicely.

She blinks at that voice and sits up, looking at Battler in a mix of confusion and almost relief at a familar face. "Battler!" she exclaims, her facade briefly falling away. She honestly is relieved that someone she knows is here. Wherever 'here' turns out to be.

Regaining her composure, she tugs at her skirt, making sure it covers her thighs. "What are you doing here?"

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[endlessfail]

"What am I doing here? You're joking, right?" There's a pause, and he gives her a look. "You were in this weird place when I came here!"

... No. He could swear that this was her fault. He enters the room completely this time.

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[alwayscackling]

Now it's Battler's turn to be given a look. She frowns and speaks slowly, like Battler's a student who needs things broken down at least five different ways.

"Whoever you met wasn't me, idiot." She almost breaks out the red truth, but holds off. It can wait. Of course, with her automatic transformation not working, Beatrice briefly wonders if that will malfunction as well.

He could swear all he liked, Beatrice wasn't about to claim this as her doing. Her mouth stretches into a creepy smile suddenly. "Did you hallucinate seeing me, hm~? Maybe you missed me!"

In spite of how awkward the situation is proving for both of them, Beatrice cackles. "It's okay if you want to admit it, Battleer!"