† 1st Mystery; Arrival

[alethiological]

Characters: Willard H. Wright, Whoever else makes the mistake of speaking to him
Setting: Room 1-18, Cafeteria, Library
Format: Brackets as starter, but I can switch to whatever.
Summary: The usual new arrival crap, you know how it goes.
Warnings: Old cranky angels are rude as hell

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[Room 1-18]

[The first thing done upon regaining movement is a slow, glance-over of the letters, except they're tossed aside in record speed in favor of freezing in place for a minute or two, eyes closed.

No contact. Great.

Then it's like a switch is hit and all the slow movements are switched to a snapping efficiency, slamming open the trunk and digging through the clothes to land on - something.

A frightening stack of six-hundred plus papers that gets pulled out and flipped through quickly while crouched, then - just as quickly as the energy appears - it goes out. Back to apathy with a sigh and a shut of the trunk.]


[Floor 1]

[Alright whatever, so apparently one of the things you have to do is eat the stupid oatmeal. Whatever. There's worse things in the world to deal with.

So after getting dressed and maybe punching a wall or two, there's a deadpan mountain of a person slowly reading through a pile of papers and tapping against the bowl in a manner that can only be defined as distracted.]


[Floor 3]

[Obligations completed, the next thing on the list would be exploring the tower and taking mental notes.

Except the third floor was a library.

Okay, mental map of the tower can happen later. Now is the time to hide out in the mystery section for hours and hours and hours on end. At least he keeps to himself.]

Comments

[alethiological]

[Well, so much for reading. Internal sigh. Turning to face her, arms crossed, but at least she can say she finally got his attention.]

Because I'm not.

[blackwitch]

[ It's one step forwards. People are the most annoying when they ignore her, especially considering the size of her ego. ]

Then hurry up and start doing it! If you know my name, then you know what I can do too..!

[alethiological]

[He doesn't change stance or tone, so the impression comes off that he does know what she's capable of - it's that he doesn't care.]

Have any suggestions?

[blackwitch]

Do I need to do everything?

[ At this rate you're going to sound like his mom, Evatrice. She's still looking unamused though. ]

You're a grown man, you can think for yourself! Or are you one of those disgusting male pigs who should just roll over and die?

[alethiological]

[The question doesn't get a response, but by the end, she gets a smirk that can be read as nothing but mockery for her.]

Right, I'm a grown man, I forgot. That means I have better things to do than amuse bored kids.

[And turning away just as decisively to his bookshelf. Congrats, Evatrice, you gave him an escape route to the conversation.]

[blackwitch]

[ .. AH?! NO WAY. She's not just going to let you do that, Will. You might want to watch out as some of the books suddenly (read: totally because of Evatrice's magic) fall out of the shelf, right at Will's head. ]

Don't ignore me, moron..! I'm not some kid, I'm Beatrice, the all-powerful Endless Witch..! [ If she'd stomp her tantrum would be complete. ]

[alethiological]

[He catches two of them, letting the ones not aiming directly aiming for his head fall around aimlessly. Not a problem.

The problem is when he turns around and the gold eyes have turned to something much brighter. Say what you want Eva - you are a kid having a tantrum, which means she's now getting glared down by a scolding adult. And it means she gets exactly that.]

I understand you're bored. I understand you're upset. I understand the only way you can express that is by pushing it on everyone else. That despite your attitude, you're alone and seek attention, but anyone who could have saved you made you a monster.

I'm not out to hurt you and you're not a witch. So stop it.

[Each word is a bullet shot to the soul, targeting something far deeper than their current discussion, and ends with him simply picking up the books she knocked over and going about to returning them to their shelves.

Damn heart readers.]

[blackwitch]

[ Something about it actually does make her stop in her tracks for a moment, just staring at him. If it was normal scolding she wouldn't have thought twice about just continuing, she would have harassed him right away, sent more books at him.. but instead she stops for a moment when she hears those words.

Since he hit it right on the head, of course. And she's not sure how to feel about someone being able to read her that easily when nobody else could for a moment, but then it slowly turns into annoyance. How does he dare to just say it like it's no big deal?! Of course she's lonely, she just wants attention, she wants to be recognized, seen for her own worth, she wants some entertainment, but.. who does this guy think he is..?! ]

I am a witch..!

[ But she snaps back with the fact that she can at least refute, no matter how childish she sounds when she says it. ]

I am, I am, I am..! I'm the Golden Witch, it's me..!

[alethiological]

I know you are.

[Wait, what. Glancing away from the cleaning for another moment to lock eye contact again, but that's not the odd part about it.

There's no judging for her immature snap. No pity for her position. No damning her as a pariah. No dismissal of her feelings. No understanding either. She's just a person, regardless of nailing her or not, so she's treated just like that.]

I define a 'witch' as a human who became a monster though magic. Being the Golden Witch, Beatrice, doesn't make you one.

[That title doesn't make you a murderer.

Because she's not one.]

[blackwitch]

[ You're a master of surprises, Will. Last time she thought he was just boring with the way he dismissed her, but.. somehow he says stuff about her that's so accurate, and then other stuff that surprises her. She's not sure how to take what he's saying now, so her default reaction is to frown - although it's definitely a little more unsure this time. ]

.. Why don't you think I'm a monster? Didn't you see the way Battler was yelling at me before, how that granny was scolding me? Something about how I should hold back, how killing people over and over again isn't right.. [ By now she manages to find her grin again. ] Wha-tever, I don't care what they say, but it sure means a lot of people think I'm a monster, you know..!