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"Darling, I promise I could break you like a twig from a Balsa. As much as you could boast, I can guarantee you'd be absolutely no match." Bayonetta had gotten herself distracted with a demon head on the wall, delicately moving it's jaw in correlation with the words she chimed to him.With the sound of feet going to the floor she turned her head with lips curved in a smooth 'o' like she had been caught doing something naughty. "Rumors? I've done nothing worthy of gossiping about. Is it little imps and goblins pissing their knickers over a 'demonic' entity flying with the angels~?" With those long legs that could certainly tell some tales, the witch sauntered over to the front of the desk, hips swaying. 

"I'd like to speak on the matters of your business. From what I see here, you really are a traitor, aren't you~?" She leaned on the desk completely, gazing at him with the eyes of devious cat, waiting for it's moment to pounce. 

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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Such a lazy man. The witch set herself back onto her feet on the grimey wood and went back to meandering about the room. It was entertaining touching things she found her; she could practically feel the history behind each one of them. "Hm, is that so, white hair?"

She found her way to the pool table and lazily flicked the cue ball into the others, cascading them into the holes. "To be rather frank with you, I'm not entirely sure. I love a good talk." Bayonetta began while circling that table. "As I stated earlier, rumors always drop names. I figured, 'Well then, why not see this person the rumors are focused around?' and this is what lead me here. A duel is rather tempting, but I'd be apt to break you." 

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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OOC

Hot Bayonetta RPer by day,

Hopeless shy baby also by day.

How the fuck do people just casually intereact with each other I get this weird uncomfortable "I shouldn't do that" when people do open rps with no responses slahdhadlhadh

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"Ah?" The witched tutted her tongue at such a statement and slipped a hand to her hip. "I'm not much of a woman to not be the one ordering actions, but I certainly won't be introducing a stranger to my nethers." She claimed her rightful throne ontop of the desk once more and clicked the butt of one of her Scarborough's against the front of the wooden surface. Once she had settled peacefully to her new claimed territory, she pulled the lollipop from her lips to point lazily at the demon in front of her. 

"A flirt I am yes, but a succubus, no. If you'd so dare to get even a whisper of pillow talk, I hope you're prepared for a challenge. I'm absolutely no tramp." The smirk that crossed her lips couldn't have been any more insulting and demeaning. Controlling this situation would be absolutely a breeze at this rate. Though, I am quite a pillow princess when I find a hapless dog...

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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"Only seem? Hm. If there's one thing I've always been proud of, it's my rear. I'm also not sure as to why you'd need a closer look. How much closer could you have to be in order to confirm these peculiar rumors?"  Her hand slipped to her hip as her brow crowed in curiosity. From cold to vaguely flirtatious. What an interesting man after all.  

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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"Ah. You'll have to excuse for my apparent lack of the 'hip lingo' of this century." The little quotations of such an obscure phrase were emphasized by her curling her fingers as quotations. "Huh... Really? I never seem to find much of witch history.The only thing I've found is rumors about my rear." Her brow curved with a rather suggestive expression. "Would you consider these talks of my rump being beautiful as accurate~?" 

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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One of the things he said caught her off guard and confused her greatly. The witch delicately drummed her fingers on his shoulder with an expression laced with confusion. "Darling... why on earth would you want to be chilled? Are you catching a fever?" Perhaps that was why he was acting so peculiar? She rolled her eyes at him finally being some what sociable and dipped into an exaggerated bow. "The name is Bayonetta. I hope you don't forget it. I'm more impressed with you knowing my title, half-demon." The little spark of a gentleman's attitude gave her something to run with.

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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The witch shrugged her shoulders and gave a pout. What was she going to do now that he's given her such a cold shoulder. "Dante, tell me. Why are you playing such a cruel game? Have I intruded on your alone time~? I was so interested in you and your work." She pulled the lolli to wave it vaguely at him in disappointment.

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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How coy. He's playing dumb with her. How insulting and.... stupid. "A shame really. I'd have loved to meet him. I've heard interesting tales and commentary about the man I'm looking for. Handsome, cripplingly lazy,  incredibly snarky... He sounds like the type of man I'd love to bed." She switched the legs she had crossed promptly, while partaking in a pleasant stretch of her muscles. "I have heard any confrontation with him is 'one hell of a party'." Bayonetta had her eyes tracing him with every moment with a brow perked. "I've also heard his luck with women is subpar if best. I could see why."

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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Bayonetta nodded slowly, slipping the lolli from her lips whilst tapping a foot on the dulled surface of his thigh. "Ah, I see then. I must have the wrong person. Devil toys and heads... A man whom matches this oddly specific description.... A sign on the front of the decrepit building that reads as 'Devil May Cry'...? I must have found the wrong salty badger, then!" Through her exclamation of her sarcasm, she spun herself around on the desk and crossed her legs. Her gaze was that of an art enthusiast marveling over fine paintings.  "If this is not the correct location nor man, where am I then~? Oh, what wonders have I found?" 

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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"Aren't you most wise. Of course I am in no need of your services." The magical dame sat down on his desk, planting her feet on the tops of his thighs. She leaned forward to get close to him, gliding her tongue along her top lip. "Well, you see... I've been hearing the same title and name over and over again and I can't help but want to meet the person. Every little imp and gatekeeper gossips of this "Son of Prada" or something like that." As she rambled her explanation, she brought a lolli to her lips to tongue about with as she continued.

"... Red jacket, hair white as snow.... clouded eyes that could make devils cry. You wouldn't happen to know this 'infamous' traitor, no~?" The final touch to her comment was her index finger tracing up and away from the underneath of his chin.

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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"Ah? Closed? Well then Darling, perhaps a sign would be justified to hang in the door. I can't imagine all the poor souls that suffer from lead poisoning to see the hunter, only to get shoo'd off!" Her tone rang with a charming playfulness, hoping to get some form of legitimate reaction.

Bayo took this lack of interest to hop on top of the cluttered desk. With a hand on her hip, she lazily kicked the magazine off the man's face and stared him down from above. "I will remember to report you for your terrible client services! Pay close attention to a woman when she speaks to you!"

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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Now, it would seem the darling witch is in a bit of a pickle. Her coy gaze slides to a set of feet on a table and a magazine over their mug. It's particularly rude to step into a person's home unannounced, isn't it? Bayonetta delicately meandered into the dusty place, gazing from 'interesting' trophies to vintage 'toys'. She took note to delicately click her heels across the room as she found her fingers running along the details of demonic trophies. "My, my... So many toys. How can one chap play with them all correctly~?" The thought gave her an idea, which sent her sauntering to the occupied desk. 

She tapped one of her beloved Scarborough fairs on the heavy wood in hopes to get his attention. "Rise and Shine, Dear." 

"Helllooo~?" The witch chimed through the slightly cracked front door of the shop she opened. "If there is a speck of life in this unkempt abode, I'm friendly~~" She certainly knew better than to step into mysterious places unannounced.

He’s fast asleep under a magazine he was reading.

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OOC

It's been like a billion years since I've actually done anything; if anyone is interested in an rp let me know!!!

im too shy to approach people lmfao

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Zillas blinked and stared at the witch before shifting to human form, her dress appearing on her body like magic. Well, it was magic, really. “Fido? I’m a wolf, not a dog.” She held out a soda. “I’m Zillas. Nice to meet you. Soda?”

Well, that was unexpected. Somehow, she felt as if she should have realized that was exactly what was going on. "It's merely a term. I know exactly what you are and were." Bayonetta tilted her head at the offer and gave smile. "Well then, I suppose I can't ignore such a lovely gift. Zillas, what a nice name. I'm Bayonetta." She plucked the can from the girls hands. 

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Zillas more or less crashed into wherever Bayonetta happened to be. In wolf form. Dazed, the black and purple demon wolf stood up and shook her head, staring at the witch curiously.

"Mn... What in the world was that...?" She was looking at the little furry fluff that had bumped into her with a quirked brow. "And what are you doing there, fido~?"