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deercountry2022-12-05 04:46 pm
manyone) wrote in deercountry2022-12-05 04:46 pm
Entry tags:
Happy Holidays (it's not a Witch holiday but it'll do); openish
Who: Beatrice and friends; this may even include you!
What: December things!
When:Through the month of December.
Where: Around Trench and elsewhere
Notes: One (open) prompt to start. Will add closed starters as we get to 'em.
i. Snow Fight or snow flight!
Beatrice is absolutely enthralled by the cold December weather and the ongoing snow, at least to start with. She's never really enjoyed much snow where she lives--more sleet and ice, when it did get that cold in the winter than anything like proper snow. As the first week of December goes on, however and the effects of the month's strange magics begin to work on her, she finds herself spending more time outside of her home, her whole being buzzing with excess energy. She's practically bouncing off the walls at home and the urge to get out and do something is too great for her to ignore.
With the increasing urge she has to bleed off excess energy, the great and terrible Golden Witch is in an impish mood. If you're walking down the street near Sanctuary or anywhere within the bounds of Trench, you might well be the victim of a snowy prank! Beatrice is practically flying, floating in the air with her heavy winter-weight skirts fluttering around her and a heavy coat on--and she'll use this ability to simply drop a double handful of snow right onto anyone unfortunate enough to draw her attention. The attack, such as it is, is accompanied by her trademark high-pitched cackle of glee.
At least she's not killing anyone, right?
[ OOC: Feel free to hit me with a wildcard or hit me up to talk about a private prompt! Happy to use brackets or drop them as desired. ]
What: December things!
When:Through the month of December.
Where: Around Trench and elsewhere
Notes: One (open) prompt to start. Will add closed starters as we get to 'em.
i. Snow Fight or snow flight!
Beatrice is absolutely enthralled by the cold December weather and the ongoing snow, at least to start with. She's never really enjoyed much snow where she lives--more sleet and ice, when it did get that cold in the winter than anything like proper snow. As the first week of December goes on, however and the effects of the month's strange magics begin to work on her, she finds herself spending more time outside of her home, her whole being buzzing with excess energy. She's practically bouncing off the walls at home and the urge to get out and do something is too great for her to ignore.
With the increasing urge she has to bleed off excess energy, the great and terrible Golden Witch is in an impish mood. If you're walking down the street near Sanctuary or anywhere within the bounds of Trench, you might well be the victim of a snowy prank! Beatrice is practically flying, floating in the air with her heavy winter-weight skirts fluttering around her and a heavy coat on--and she'll use this ability to simply drop a double handful of snow right onto anyone unfortunate enough to draw her attention. The attack, such as it is, is accompanied by her trademark high-pitched cackle of glee.
At least she's not killing anyone, right?
[ OOC: Feel free to hit me with a wildcard or hit me up to talk about a private prompt! Happy to use brackets or drop them as desired. ]
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Unless you count Ange's dignity being destroyed as a murder, because then this surely is a crime scene right about now. Ange hadn't been suspecting the sudden attack, most likely since she just hadn't even noticed the witch yet, leaving the girl's red hair completely covered in the white snow, even as she looks up to spot her attacker.
(Not that she has to look. She'd recognize that cackle just about anywhere.)
It doesn't instantly ignite pure anger the way it might have had before she and Beatrice reached a bit more of an understanding, but Ange still certainly doesn't look happy. The fact that she's been having this growing feeling of dissatisfaction in the pit of her stomach combined with her own restless energy with little outlet sure isn't helping either.
But with the way she's currently looking up at Beatrice, it's hard to tell whether this is really going to turn into something bigger - for now. The look she shoots at the witch is very much Ange's usual combination of annoyed and deadpan.
"What is this."
A rethorical question. Of course Ange knows what this is.
Which makes the intention behind the question something more akin to questioning the witch's maturity levels. Really. Really? Throwing snow around like a toddler, Beatrice?
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"Ehh? What is this? I thought you were a clever girl, Ange-chan~!"
She makes her voice a lilting, sickly sweet thing. Like she's talking to a much younger girl instead of someone the same age as her.
"A trick, perhaps! Or maybe wonderful magic! KIHIHIHI!"
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She raises up a hand to try and brush some of the snow out of her hair - though it's basically impossible to get it all out of there so easily, white flakes remaining between the red strands even once she lowers her hand again.
"I thought you said I'm also a witch the other day?" .. granted, 'the other day' is a while back by now.
But it still counts. Ange is pretty sure Beatrice will remember the exact same conversation. The one they had at Ange's wedding, a little over a month ago.
"Would you just use your 'wonderful' magic against another witch like this? So easily?"
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Wasn't it?
"The only thing we're forbidden to do is disbelieve each other's magic, if you remember!"
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"You call that a magical duel? You sure are bold, only daring to fight old grandmas."
.. Sorry, Virgilia.
It's not really an insult if the other isn't around to hear it, right?
"Would you even dare to do something if it was against someone closer to your own age?" Look, let's not.. think about the 'thousand years old' thing for now, okay. Or the fact that Ange is technically a little older. When the two of them stand here like this - they sure look like they're around the same age physically, so it totally counts. "Or are you just going to resort to childish pranks like throwing snow around?"
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"I'd love to see you try, little sister~!"
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No, scratch that 'probably.' It's definitely a bad idea, and Ange shouldn't be doing this. She wouldn't be doing it under regular circumstances, because there's just absolutely no point to it. But these aren't regular circumstances, are they? Ange has been so on edge after what happened over at the sleeper farm last month, itching for something to take it out on. And all the extra energy she's got flowing through her veins this month sure isn't helping either, making all of this so tempting. Too tempting to resist.
Oh, well. No one has to know, right? No one there to scold her, except perhaps future Ange. But that's future Ange's problem.
"Sure."
No hesitation in her voice. A slight shrug of her shoulders, like the idea of dueling with an incredibly powerful witch - something Ange has to acknowledge when she's viewing this objectively - is nothing to her.
"You want to do it right here?"
It doesn't seem like there's any sleepers or even unfortunate Trenchies around to get caught up in it, which would be the one thing holding Ange back. But with how hard it has been to traverse town with this month's weather, it's much more quiet out on the streets than it'd usually be.
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"No killing, if only because I don't want poor Battler to have to deal with the mess, hm?"
There's a shift in the air around her, an electric sensation. Anyone who's watching might feel as if a thunderstorm is brewing, the air prickling with the magical energies that swirl about the pair of them.
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Not that Ange actually sounds annoyed. Not in a way that leaves her truly angry, either way. The way she huffs and clicks her tongue is more reminiscent of a pouty little kid more so than anything else.
(Besides - she's not disagreeing with the rule here. Maybe that's why she's saying that instead.)
Ange raises her hands as they glow with golden magic. It doesn't seem to attack Beatrice just yet though. Instead it makes their surroundings shift, an easy trick for darkblood, especially when there's two powerful users of it gathered in one spot. It's like they aren't in Trench at all anymore, instead surrounded by a fancy mansion in Escher-style, with stairs going up and down and all around in all sorts of nonsense directions, defying both gravity and all laws of physics.
"How about you show off first then, huh?" Ange says, standing on the landing of one of those weird sets of stairs. "The kind of attack that would meet onii-chan's standards."
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"So I have to make the first move? Just like your brother, you know? So passive instead of taking the initiative. You'll never get good at the game if you don't learn how to take the first turn, little sister! KIHIHIHIHI!" Her hand waves and one of the archways that looms over an impossible staircase on the ceiling explodes outwards as a towering pillar slams downwards across the space, sprouting gigantic, horrifying thorns as if it were some freakish stone rose stem. It's meant of course to force Ange to move, to do something.
It would be boring if it were over so soon.
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The tower does grow right in the path of where Ange is standing, so of course she isn't just going to stand around like an idiot and get squished. She takes a leap of faith, knowing that gravity doesn't have to be a big deal here if she doesn't believe in it. If she's not a human here, but a witch, then it's easy for her to take a leap that's unlike anything a human is capable of to jump all the way over to a set of stairs on the exact opposite side of the confusing space they find themselves in - so she does, landing like it's nothing.
"Always the towers?" She calls out.
(Granted, this is an entirely different tower than the ones Beatrice summoned in the battle with Virgilia-- but can you blame Ange for wanting to sneer at the other in return for what Beatrice said a moment ago?)
"I guess people do get unoriginal with old age."
But at least Ange does move to counterattack now. She raises a hand, forming a creature out of golden butterflies until it takes shape as a huge crab - perhaps taking inspiration herself from the monster crabs that had been around on the beach before, but even bigger - as it skitters over towards Beatrice, trying to grab the other witch with its huge pinchers.
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(he's not angry about it. he doesn't resent anyone for it. if he keeps repeating it, maybe it'll come true.)
his sullen reverie is interrupted - forcibly, at that - by a sudden helping of snow right down the back of his robe. he shrieks, high and alarmed, grabbing at his back before whirling around to see-
-oh! beatrice. thank god. his shoulders untense, even as he hops from foot to foot and tries to ignore the cold running down his spine. ]
That! Was! Really cold?? [ a stressed half-laugh. ] Um. I don't suppose you'd warn me next time?
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That part loses most of the time. ]
Kihihihi! Why should I warn you? You should learn to pay more attention to what's going on around you, Venus~!
[ She flits through the air above his head, all smug smiles. ]
Where are you headed, Venus?
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[ a nervous little laugh... though it's just the general nerves of an anxious boy, none reserved for beatrice especially. the truth of the matter is, even though he should be terrified of her - her bullying, her cackle, her dark magics - he feels more drawn to her than anything. like she's a kindred spirit, as weird as it sounds.
maybe that's just because they're both the same time of bad. who knows? ]
I, um. Didn't really have anywhere in mind. [ he reaches to his back, trying to fan some of the ice out from his back. ] I just... Kind of needed to step away, I guess? So I wouldn't bother people. You know.
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[ She swishes through the air, darting around Venus to peer down at him with a quizzical, uncertain look. Genuine confusion mingling with annoyance. ]
Tch. You should have more confidence.
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[ it's a stupid thing to say to a witch with endless magical power and he knows it. but it's not going to stop him from saying it. she did ask, after all - and tiptoeing around it would just make more problems down the line. he thinks. ]
I don't think this is a confidence thing, though? I'm pretty sure it's just. An observation.
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[ Another of her cackles and she sinks down to touch the snow next to him. ]
Why do you think you bother people? You really are stupid.
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[ she touches down, and he...
...studiously avoids her gaze, looking down and away. ]
I mean. That part's sort of objective, is the thing? Like. Every group already has two, here, and they're all... Perfect, I guess. Made for each other. [ he shrugs, somewhere between noncommittal and pained. ] I just sort of fit in as a third wheel. And I mean, it's nice that people let me stick around? Don't get me wrong. I'm really, really grateful for that. But I guess it would be nice to just... I don't know. Actually be wanted?
[ ...that was a lot, wasn't it. ]
That was a lot, wasn't it. [ he clears his throat. ] Um. Sorry? About that?
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Idiot.
[ Her voice is haughty, a little aggravated. ]
If I didn't want you around, you would know it. I don't go bothering just anybody, you know.