[ So. Time traveling through portals and ending up in different dimensions entirely? Not exactly a foreign concept for Bayonetta here. Honestly, she's been here and done that so many times, she still gripes to this day about not being able to collect frequent flyer miles but that's neither here not there. What is very much apparent is the festivities and after a honest hard day's work poofing the divine harbingers of Paradiso, she figured she could use a little break at someone else's expense because why not?
[ a ] In less than an hour, Bayonetta can easily be found in the hearth of the audience chamber, leisurely puffing away at her kiseru while being surrounded by women varying from all different ages and classes. Some women native to this time period, others not. Some happened to be guests, while others were actually made up of the staff here. It didn't matter here. Sure enough, the Umbra Witch made the chamber a safe haven for women to carry on their conversations without having to worry too much about outside opinions and persecution from the male population. Predominantly owning and declaring the said audience chamber as her space, she'd dedicate her idle time involving herself in conversations between all the girls, and opened the door to answering any questions they had in mind to ask her or any other girl in the group.
Honestly, there's no such thing as taboo when it comes to Bayonetta. She's seen it all, heard it all and practically lived it to some degree. So, why not impart some her wisdom to anyone who wanted it? Go on ahead: ask her for self-defense tips, how to handle pesky relatives, relationship advice, fashion consultation, how to build up self-confidence, tips on how to usurp dominance from your man in and out of bed, murdering angels for a living – okay, maybe not the last one but still!! It's a free-for-all and it's a special beginning to form sisterly bonds with ladies outside respective canons realities.
Though, let it be foretold to any males thinking of walking over or approaching her little group with any intent gong farther than offering to refill their refreshments, best believe they're getting the boot and flown right over the castle gates, no matter what who they are or what ranking they stand on. Go on, ask the tricksters loitering outside the gates how many men she sent out there. She'll wait.
[ b ] Very much so a being of motion, Bayonetta didn't like to stay in one place for too long. She left the audience chamber with lingering satisfaction that she was able to help bridge connections between the girls, but for all her charity, she too needed an outlet and didn't think it was appropriate to trouble them with her concerns when she could efficiently do so by instigating fights here and there. There was enough room for sparring after all, and with the entire male ratio being out and about, why not take advantage of their tempers while she was at it? Seemed easy enough to start when she caught two men going back and forth with one another.
About what, she didn't really care but the maneuver seemed easy enough and offered her some entertainment to watch the men strain themselves by lifting the weapons she picked out for them. As far as anyone knows, she's just an eccentric magic woman whose stands freakishly tall at six feet and has the ability to pull bizarreweapons out of her hair. It's enough to cause a stir and while she happens to be the only one aware of the risks lending out her possessed devil arms, she's not so cruel of a mistress to leave them unsupervised either.
[ c ] There was something wrong with this picture. Very wrong, and Bayonetta is... not exactly sure what lures her into situations like these. Honestly, she just came out here to have a good time and a laugh at the expense of someone else, not to be saddled with some overly-emotional 8 year-old with separation anxiety, clinging tightly to her chest. Part of her wants to fling this child off her chest and throw him straight into the deep depths of Inferno for crying up a storm about losing his ninja friend. But somehow, by the grace of God... he fell asleep and she's admittedly... worried to move? Which, fine whatever, she surmises she can manage on her own and goes as far as to pour herself a drink with her free arm, only to freeze when he stirs in her arms and whimpers in his sleep again. A telltale sign he's likely to wake up crying again and to avoid the waterworks again, she rocks him and does the next best thing: she sings to him back to sleep in a low whisper. The very same thing she did to Cereza, only this time it wasn't her past self and it seemed to work until she reached for her bottle again and sighed when he stirred again. Someone save her. ]
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honesthard day's work poofing the divine harbingers of Paradiso, she figured she could use a little break at someone else's expense because why not?[ a ] In less than an hour, Bayonetta can easily be found in the hearth of the audience chamber, leisurely puffing away at her kiseru while being surrounded by women varying from all different ages and classes. Some women native to this time period, others not. Some happened to be guests, while others were actually made up of the staff here. It didn't matter here. Sure enough, the Umbra Witch made the chamber a safe haven for women to carry on their conversations without having to worry too much about outside opinions and persecution from the male population. Predominantly owning and declaring the said audience chamber as her space, she'd dedicate her idle time involving herself in conversations between all the girls, and opened the door to answering any questions they had in mind to ask her or any other girl in the group.
Honestly, there's no such thing as taboo when it comes to Bayonetta. She's seen it all, heard it all and practically lived it to some degree. So, why not impart some her wisdom to anyone who wanted it? Go on ahead: ask her for self-defense tips, how to handle pesky relatives, relationship advice, fashion consultation, how to build up self-confidence, tips on how to usurp dominance from your man in and out of bed, murdering angels for a living – okay, maybe not the last one but still!! It's a free-for-all and it's a special beginning to form sisterly bonds with ladies outside respective
canonsrealities.Though, let it be foretold to any males thinking of walking over or approaching her little group with any intent gong farther than offering to refill their refreshments, best believe they're getting the boot and flown right over the castle gates, no matter what who they are or what ranking they stand on. Go on, ask the tricksters loitering outside the gates how many men she sent out there. She'll wait.
[ b ] Very much so a being of motion, Bayonetta didn't like to stay in one place for too long. She left the audience chamber with lingering satisfaction that she was able to help bridge connections between the girls, but for all her charity, she too needed an outlet and didn't think it was appropriate to trouble them with her concerns when she could efficiently do so by instigating fights here and there. There was enough room for sparring after all, and with the entire male ratio being out and about, why not take advantage of their tempers while she was at it? Seemed easy enough to start when she caught two men going back and forth with one another.
About what, she didn't really care but the maneuver seemed easy enough and offered her some entertainment to watch the men strain themselves by lifting the weapons she picked out for them. As far as anyone knows, she's just an eccentric magic woman whose stands freakishly tall at six feet and has the ability to pull bizarre weapons out of her hair. It's enough to cause a stir and while she happens to be the only one aware of the risks lending out her possessed devil arms, she's not so cruel of a mistress to leave them unsupervised either.
[ c ] There was something wrong with this picture. Very wrong, and Bayonetta is... not exactly sure what lures her into situations like these. Honestly, she just came out here to have a good time and a laugh at the expense of someone else, not to be saddled with some overly-emotional 8 year-old with separation anxiety, clinging tightly to her chest. Part of her wants to fling this child off her chest and throw him straight into the deep depths of Inferno for crying up a storm about losing his ninja friend. But somehow, by the grace of God... he fell asleep and she's admittedly... worried to move? Which, fine whatever, she surmises she can manage on her own and goes as far as to pour herself a drink with her free arm, only to freeze when he stirs in her arms and whimpers in his sleep again. A telltale sign he's likely to wake up crying again and to avoid the waterworks again, she rocks him and does the next best thing: she sings to him back to sleep in a low whisper. The very same thing she did to Cereza, only this time it wasn't her past self and it seemed to work until she reached for her bottle again and sighed when he stirred again.
Someone save her. ]