Round 3 Witch contact post

[lutea]

[The Witch of Misfortune can be easily found wandering around, mostly in the Master Bedroom. Though seems she'll easily stop whatever she's doing and chat with you, at least...]

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week 1 sunday evening

[sotoshini]

[ Up to this point, Natsuno's been pretty thorough at exploring all of the rooms in the mansion bar one. The master bedroom has been purposely avoided for several reasons, but it's time to fix that. Hanging out in conspicuous locations is one of his hobbies, so he's decided to just wait here until the Witch decides to head in this direction. By this point, he's intimately familiar with all the minute specks on the walls. ]

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sorry about the wait!

[lutea]

[When she sees him, she smiles - and walks right in, her ornate black dress moving around her.]

...Hello, Natsuno-kun. Were you waiting for me?

np np!

[sotoshini]

[ Of course she would call him that. He manages to mostly school his grimace and separates himself from the wall. ]

Seems like it. Can I come in?

[lutea]

Of course. Please, come in.

[As he walks in, he'll see she's decided to sit in the chair behind an ornate desk, running her fingers along a brass stake idly.

Her smile is enigmatic, as always.]

I take it you wanted to speak with me alone?

[sotoshini]

[ Fancy. He'll stand and leer like the teenage vampire he is. ]

I don't like group meetings, everyone shouts over each other. It becomes about who's loudest, not who's actually right. [ It's stupid. ]

What's the point of this? Is it really just a game?

[lutea]

Mm. That's the way of all groups, isn't it?

[There's...something that sparks in her eyes when she says that, but it fades quickly.]

This is a game, however. It is a game that makes living beings into chess pieces, but a game nonetheless.

[sotoshini]

[ He nods, wondering briefly how long it'll take for things to become "Lord of the Flies" here. Well not like he really cares about everyone else anyway. ]

At least you're honest, though you're wrong on the living part.

[lutea]

By living, I merely mean those who are able to move and are sentient. I would have to count myself among the 'unliving' otherwise.

[sotoshini]

...guess I'm in great company. [ Said sardonically, but it is what it is. ]

Is the unliving trait a you thing or a witch thing?

[lutea]

A me thing, definitely. It is quite complicated, so I won't get into it here.

[She seems absolutely cheerful, talking about it.]

[sotoshini]

Got somewhere else to be?

[lutea]

Hm? Ah, no. But I assumed you wouldn't want to hear me prattle on, what with your sour face!

[sotoshini]

Better than listening to your counterpart try to insult me. [ ...but fair, not denying the general state of his face. ]