En effet, Beatrice pouvait faire peu mais rire tranquillement quand elle a remarqué un air de reconnaissance venant de son compagnon aîné, mais elle a fait de son mieux pour contenir son sourire devant les invités. Il lui semblait qu'elle attirait tous les jeunes utilisateurs de magie dans le club, comme dans des moments un jeune homme et un garçon bien rassasiés à peine dans le custode de l'âge adulte sont apparus. L'homme du nom de Jakob parlait aimablement et semblait encore posséder la plus grande partie de sa confiance de jeunesse, se baladant sans relâche devant elle sur son chemin vers la table, mais il ne l'intéressait pas autant que les autres.
Leur deuxième nouveau suiveur était celui qui semblait encore échapper à l'enfance, du moins dans la personnalité. Ce "Henry" contraste fortement avec la foule plutôt adulte du club, et pour cette raison exacte, il a attiré le regard de la curieuse sorcière plus que les autres. Soudain, les choses semblaient commencer à bouger un peu rapidement, et Béatrice ne s'intéressait guère aux affaires qui passaient. Un chien qui s'appelle Cyrus, apparemment content de diriger leur petit rassemblement, vient et explique les détails de leur travail à venir, en leur demandant tous pour leur contribution le long du chemin.
Décider que la décision de Frank de garder le silence était sage, elle fait un pas en arrière et écoute patiemment ce que la bête malvoyante a à dire. En quelques instants, après avoir fini de répondre à la question de Jakob, elle avance à nouveau et laisse son esprit libre, frappé par une envie soudaine de contribuer une once de ses pensées (éventuellement provoquée par la flatterie inattendue)-
« Si vous me permettez de parler, mon cher Cyrus, je n'aimerais pas avoir l'occasion de partager mes réflexions sur la question. Il semble que vous ayez beaucoup de connaissance de cet incident, plus que vous ne l'avez laissé entendre, mais aussi peu que vous voudrez nous le dire, il serait sage que nous nous connaissions avant de nous lancer dans notre mission. Je ne sais pas comment fonctionne votre espèce, mais je suis d'accord que la magie a tendance à brûler le lanceur non préparé. Avec trois utilisateurs de magie apparemment travaillant en tandem, ce serait un geste peu judicieux pour nous d'aller de l'avant sans aborder notre travail d'équipe et notre leadership. Même s'il y a dans notre groupe des personnes qui n'aiment pas travailler ensemble, je crois qu'il est nécessaire d'éviter de nous mettre accidentellement en feu. »
Au moment où la jeune sorcière finit de parler, il est déjà très évident qu'elle parle avec la langue de quelqu'un bien au-delà de son âge apparent. Elle sourit joyeusement maintenant, et bien que ses yeux restent en train de lire ses compagnons chasseurs de primes, son langage corporel semble véhiculer un sentiment d'enthousiasme et de personnalité. Pour ajouter à cet effet, elle permet une petite étincelle de magie à clignoter de l'un de ses doigts et s'éteint rapidement inoffensifment. C'était tout un spectacle, elle savait qu'au moins un membre du groupe était assez expérimenté pour le remarquer, mais elle a au moins fait un effort pour maintenir son image d'une jeune sorcière. Pour l'instant.
Name:
Beatrice Elseway
Chaos Witch, Beatrice
Age:
37
Gender:
Female
Species:
Human,
Magic User
Personality:
Beatrice is a fickle and unpredictable woman who truly earns the unique title of Chaos Witch, having trumped countless daunting foes with little more than her genius and a little bit of magic. She's a prodigal magic user who has long since cast off her pride, devoting her entire existence to the pursuit of magic and its mysteries. She favours ordinary humans more than most supernaturals do, often gracing their lives with awesome gifts of magic, often at a terrible price further down the line. She is known for her cruel, and yet strangely compassionate nature, she exists constantly in a state of fluctuating humanity and sanity.
History:
Rumours say that the legendary Witch, Beatrice, has been spotted in Blackbury recently. She hasn't done anything worth noting while here, and has actually been deep in hiding for the last few months, silently watching as the supernaturals went about their daily business, completely obscured from the eyes of both the human world and the world of the night. She has gained a hefty reputation since her arrival in the UK, even being rumoured to be the most powerful magic user currently alive, but little is known about her past the identity she's been given by the public.
She was born and raised in a small village nestled deep in the mountains, completely isolated from the outside world. Ever since she was born, she's had the gift of magic, her parents didn't have it, and the power had never been seen in the village before her. Naturally, she would have been outcast if the others int he village found out, so her parents carefully hid her and sternly ordered her to never explore her gifts. Her naturally curious mind wouldn't allow it, and she was found out by the other villagers in no time. Normally, this would be the point where the budding witch would be burned at the stake, stoned to death or simply thrown into the wild to die, but Beatrice was different from most witches.
By the time she had finished experimenting with the last of the village's inhabitants, she was already in her late teens, and she still hadn't even seen a single glimpse of the outside world. Determining that there was no more to be learned in the small village of her birth, she bid farewell to the empty houses that had been her prison, and went off in search of a new world. Her trek was perilous, but she would soon discover that the world was a much larger and more wondrous place than she had imagined. She soon found herself in a city, one with so many technological wonders that she could hardly contain her excitement. An unlimited amount of learning was lying before her, and all she needed to do was grasp it. She later estimated that the village she had grown up in was approximately a hundred years behind the rest of the world in terms of knowledge, and she soon found all sorts of wonderful things to challenge her brilliant mind with. But of course, in the end, she would always come back to the one true art, the place where it all began. Magic, she learned, was even more amazing than she had thought, and she had still not even scratched the surface.
In the days after that, her experiments with magic went further than any other witch of her age, and she soon became what you could call an expert in the field. The extensive journeys into magic had changed Beatrice from the curious, innocent girl she had been before, she was noticing a change in her personality and emotions that she could not have possibly predicted. In time, this girl grew to become the person who is known today as the Chaos Witch, bringing forth a tremendous firestorm that engulfed an entire city in its insatiable flame. She moved on, following the trail of something that wasn't human, and eventually finding a village filled with a whole new, completely unexpected kind of knowledge. She wasn't alone.