<sub>[Unlike her usual good mood, Beatrice seems to be rather...subdued. Now that the lights are back on and things seem to be quite festive her mood seems to have taken a turn for the worst. To escape from the odd placement of mistletoe and cheerfulness she's wandered to the Butterfly Pavilion to think things over and reflect. Besides, the appearance of mistletoe and snow means that the holidays are soon. Which are always unfair to her. Beatrice never, ever receives gifts. Scornful woman much?

Her quiet meanderings through the pavilion bring her to find the corpse of a petite, orange butterfly laying still on the floor.]</sub>

...How pitiful.

_{[But she picks it up anyway, cupping it in her palms as she whispers to it quietly.]}

Come now, try and remember. Try and remember the beautiful form you once had...

_{[There's a little flash of gold and the tiny creature in her hands stirs, only to spread its wings and fly away. She may not show it on her face but she feels noticeably tired now and immediately flops down onto one of the benches within the pavilion. She feels light headed and dizzy and quite fatigued. How pitiful it is - that it's taken so much energy to make an insect awaken from death. This discovery does not bode well. It does not bode well at all.]}

[Looking around at his surroundings trying to figure out what exactly is going on.]

Is it really snowing here? And this is jail?

Hmm, I never thought that jail would look like this.
I guess I should go look around and see the rest of this place. This should be..... interesting.

[Just now taking notice of the headset he aquired when he came here, he starts pressing buttons when suddenly the video appears.]

What is this...?

Good morning, Marina!

[ The video clicks on, revealing... Battler. Wearing the most horrible, wonderful outfit known to man. Without a single bit of shame on his face. Judging from the background, he's standing in the common room. ]

Now that that Sentience is back up and running, I feel it's time to make good on a promise. This one's for you, Miss Euphemia!

[ He starts into a bow - then remembers his outfit. Laughing, he moves straight into a rather accurate - if not manly - curtsy. ]

{Thank you, thank you!}* I'll be here all week, everyone - and probably longer than that, ihihihi~! [ He clicks off the feed, chuckling a little more, before collapsing onto the couch behind him. ]

Sheeeeesh... this thing was a lot more effort to get on than I'd thought.


[ Action and video, both open to anyone! He'd appreciate a few kisses, no doubt about that. (Believe it or not, no gender is unwelcome, according to the latest canon update. orz )

* A note: text enclosed in {} is spoken in katakana. It will probably sound... Engrishy. Yes, even over the translators.

A second note: the Beatrice and Battler thread is a high PG-13 for more sexual situations than intended. Read at your own discretion. ]

[Part public service announcement, part looking for more information.] There is a shape-shifter in this prison.

( Private to Namine )

[ooc: continuing from this convo.]