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I realize I am really behind on posts for both Beatrice and Aqua! Event threads will take priority, but I will be working on catching up this week.

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Basic Endless Magic obtained 11/16

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| Invasion of the Ship |

“Are you sure that it was that island? That specific island? The one we were going to use for, erm, garbage disposal?”

“Yessir; already purchased. By the Castiglioni family.”

Oh, he did not like that. He did not like that at all.

Edward wasn’t the oldest mafia boss, and he had definitely not been around as long as some others, per se, but he knew a few useful tricks, tactics, and skills that made him easily a force to be reckoned with. One of them was finding a good place to get rid of targets. And he originally planned to purchase an island that would be used for land development - as in land development that would consist of burying dead targets. And that plan was going well, up until recently.

His turf. His turf. Somebody was taking up his land in Solias, that he was going to use, and it was a family that was already powerful enough in Frostias, and possibly, Aelluria. So to find out that they were slowly spreading towards Solias was angering. He’d started from the bottom, and he wasn’t going to be thrown back down there because of being trampled on by the old dogs.

“Old dogs,” he called them.

A prominent member of the “old dogs” was apparently six years younger than he was. Or, at least, that’s what he could tell as he stared at her, walking through her rose garden and up to the gazebo… on that island he was originally planning to purchase before she decided to.

“Beatrice Castiglioni III, if I’m correct?” His tone was a teensy bit informal - but then again, he wasn’t known among other families for his formality. He had only showed up in a trenchcoat over a dress shirt and black trousers. “You don’t have time to talk, do you?”

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Beatrice wasn’t sure why this purchase didn’t happen sooner-- the island was small, off the radar of the authorities and coast guard that prowled around Solias, and the weather was much nicer here than in Frostias (although Aelluria, on the other hand, she didn’t mind.) Perhaps it was the close proximity to the Ushiromiyas that finally had the Castiglionis cave-- after all, they were owed ten tons of gold.

Construction had finished a month ago. There was a mansion, ripe with many rooms to practice creating the perfect closed room with bodies that the Castiglioni family needed to have, ah, disappear. It was like magic. Even the Victorian mansion,rose garden and the gazebo looked like it was out of some fairy tale.

Beato calmly sipped the tea she had her butler prepare for her as she heard someone approach. She did not recall having to meet with anyone today, she had no important calls on her itinerary-- so whoever was barging in was an uninvited guest.

How despicably rude.

“My schedule is open but don’t you know it is rather boorish to show up to a tea party uninvited?” Beatrice quipped scathingly. She knew who this man was, despite his shoddy attire. Edward Kenway. Member of the mafia in Solias. The mafia the Castiglionis knew about and would willingly and purposefully push out.

“Sit, though, if you must. Also do not call me by my full name... In your case, Lady Beatrice will suffice. What reason do you have to visit me?”

#swxshbuckling #edward kenway 01

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====> Sweet getaway

The smell of exhaust and burned rubber permeated her trail– a black-haired female, perched comfortably atop a sleek motorcycle tore ass through the city of Solias, the engine screeching loud enough to echo cleanly off the surrounding buildings in the back alleys. The girl laughed wildly, wickedly, knowing she’d left her pursuers in her dust. Gambling was always tricky business– she didn’t bother having to cheat, she had aaaaaaaall the luck on her side! Still, her opponents never felt that way– they’d chased her fervently as she pocketed their money and sped away, but there was no chance of them catching up to the girl. She was just too damn slippery.

Cackling, Vriska power-slid around a corner, knocking over a ton of trash bins and making an obnoxious clatter. Revving once, twice, she made her break for the open road in front of her– only for some fucking chump to walk across of the alley right in front of her! Screeching to a halt, Vriska and her sleek, black bike skidded sideways to a halt right in front of the idiot that obviously wasn’t paying any damn attention to their surroundings. She really wasn’t that pissed off, but she certainly had a temper. Gee, it’s almost as if she’d been a violent, horned creature in some other life!

“Hey!” she shouted, gesturing wildly at the unsuspecting civilian that had accidentally interrupted her super cool getaway, “How a8out you watch where the fuck you’re goin’, huh?”

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It wasn’t hard to track down the vermin of Solias. Although she grew up in Aelluria and had only recently moved here, she knew how street gangs and petty crime operated in the lower levels of Frostias-- many of them doing dirty work and carrying out orders for her own family. No one could tell, to the cops it was just the same shit as usual-- and if they had noticed, well.

Nothing a little money couldn’t fix.

Although other street crime existed, the motorcycle gang was the one that had interested her the most-- it was not hard for Beatrice to obtain information on them, she had far more resources than the authorities could ever hope to have-- and she was delighted to find that they not only had a gambling ring (roulette was a favorite of hers) but that it was run by two women, no less. A delightful surprise. She’d rather initially enlist them-- others could arise later.

The Golden Heiress was impressed.

It was far easier to track Vriska Serket-- both women were elusive, but this one was noisier. A show-off. Beatrice didn’t mind. Such attitudes were far more beneficial to her game in the end.

“Nyeh, target sighted, Lady Beatrice.”

“Thank you, 410. You are dismissed.” She replied coolly, and it said much to the headset her subordinate must have been wearing to be heard over the roar of the motorcycle engine, as Beatrice heard her guard click off. Beatrice discarded her own earpiece as she stood in the way of the oncoming motorcycle calmly.

“Oh, no, I know exactly where I’m going.” Beatrice grinned, lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’ve been looking for you, Vriska Serket. Your gang could be of service to me... With a hefty amount of beneficial gold, of course.”

It was time to play the card that would get anyone involved in crime to listen-- there had been whispers enough that the mob had started to take root in Solias. She’d confirm it. “If that doesn’t persuade you... my last name will. I am Beatrice Castiglioni III... Oh, and don’t worry about any witnesses overhearing. I have... disposed of them.”

#gam8lingpro8lem #vriska 01 #TIME TO WRECK HOUSE

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a queen’s gambit | tagged: battler

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From the instant she made any kind of movement, from the very millisecond she started speaking to him, Battler felt like he’d been hit in the gut. The information she spouted off wasn’t instant proof that she was up to something nefarious, it probably wasn’t hard to get a handle of his family’s names or his thanks to that good old Ushiromiya charm, but there was something in the way she said it. That aside, he realized she knew the real reason that he had chosen to leave his family behind… It took all of Battler’s self control to keep himself from overreacting.

Watching her grab her weird pipe just made the whole situation seem all the more nonsensical. Who the hell smoked like that? And who lured a guy away so they could play a game of chess in such an ominous way? Battler wasn’t some superstar cop who would be targeted by extremely unstable criminals, but he suspected this had more to do with his lat name than his profession.

“Screw your tea, lady. I don’t know how you learned all that, but you’ve got my attention alright? Let’s just… move this along.” With a slightly uncertain expression Battler grabbed his first piece and took a surprisingly decisive first move- a step towards the King’s gambit. Letting the move feed him a little confidence Batler suddenly had a stab in the dark idea for who might be giving him grief… “It’s Castiglioni right? Your last name, I mean. Quite an interesting choice, saying you had evidence about your own murderous clan to get me out here.”

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It was delightful to watch his expression change from incredulous to disgusted-- that look he gave her when he realized she knew who he was, who his family was. His rudeness and foul attitude only encouraged her smirks, her mirth. Beato continued to puff on her pipe as she listened to his response, and she blinked at his choice of opening move. A King’s Gambit, an all or nothing offensive gamble against the other player. How very bold and foolish-- but she would expect nothing less of him.

“Yes. I am a part of the Castiglioni family. I know some of our movements have drawn... attention lately. I’m not worried though. All of your law enforcement brethren are paid off in Frostias, and you’re the one most diligently pursuing us here. Is it because of the crimes we’ve committed or the connection to your family that you’re investigating me?” Beatrice crooned, loftily holding her pipe as she moved her piece-- the black queen.

A Queen’s Gambit.

One of the most powerful openings in a chess game, and a misnomer at that, since ground could easily be recovered after the sacrifice, meaning that it’s truly not a gambit in the first place. It’d be easy to play on the defense against a King’s Gambit, and she could set up a classical one this way.

“Although, you know,” her lips curled wickedly, “I never said I sent that letter. Can you prove it? Can you prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I sent it?” Beato held her head in her hand.

She knew he couldn’t.

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Parties of the Rich

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Satoshi had always hate coming to these types of events. Everything the red velvet rooms and fancy dinners. Fancy suits and dresses. All the decadence it wasn’t for him. He didn’t live up to the stereotype of a rich kid or even a rich person.

He just didn’t fit in no matter how many times other people insisted that it was proper for him to go to these events. Satoshi after dinner started to avoid the socialization and networking part of this entire scheme. The was no point for him he didn’t have anything to gain from these people. He was the last of the Hikari’s and most likely his fortune would go to charity or whoever he deemed when he died from sickness.

So, with that he stayed out of the way in a small corner of the room glass of water in hand. He blended in and he was thankful for that, not wanting to talk to any of these people.

Now he really wished this woman walking up to him didn’t want to talk to him. Hopefully it would be at least short.

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Beatrice never missed a single chance for extravagance, and this was no exception.

The young woman was clad in an obscenely large and ornate gown-- Victorian era-- and wore multiple rings on her fingers, symbols of wealth and prosperity. It was not unusual for the Castigilionis to behave this way, to out-show every other rich patron in the room. She held a golden kiseru aloft between her fingers-- despite enjoying the intimidation of others, this event was boring. A charity event. An event to save face.

Her family made a large contribution, of course.

Boredom was a bad itch for her, and she needed to scratch it, she needed someone to talk to-- and out of the corner of her eye she spotted that someone, a boy from a very well known family. Her red lips curled into a smile.

Perfect.

“You, you’re the Hikari boy, right? Satoshi? Don’t worry, I make it my business to know who everybody is... I’ve read some of the books your family published, they’re quite,” she took a puff of her kiseru, “fascinating.”

“My name is Beatrice Castiglioni the Third... So you can just call me Beato.”

#angel witha demon #satoshi 01

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Inquisitive girl. But it’s all right, that’s what Ultimecia liked so much about her. So curious, like a cat just waiting its turn at the executioner’s block. The woman’s violet lips parted in the slightest smirk before she picked the book back up and waggled it in Beatrice’s general direction.

“’The Science of Numerology Through The Laws of Vibration.’ Nothing quite so interesting, darling, I assure you – just reminding myself of the structure of my next lecture.” There was a certain amount of satisfaction in disappointing the eager girl’s excitement, she had to admit. Not that she wasn’t ever that excited herself.

“A haunted island, though…do tell! Your family certainly knows how to pick them…a cup of tea, perhaps?”

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Beato’s grin flitted to sheepishness for a moment as Ultimecia waved the book in front of her-- she caught her sneaking a peek, Ultimecia always caught her at her games and tricks, honestly-- but it returned to its usual cocky smirk in an instant. “Ah, but teacher, if it’s taught by you I’m sure it will be interesting.”

Interesting was far more easily applied to talking about the island her family just acquired. “The island is near a certain other family’s island so we can more easily reclaim some... money that’s been borrowed from us for far too long. Apparently it’s haunted by a white witch. I’d believe it, there’s a fog that creeps in every night without fail. Clearly the island holds some form of magic.” It was almost a bit of a boast-- she got to continue the family business while keeping up with her occult hobby. “I’d love a cup of tea though, if you don’t mind. Any interesting happenings here as of late?”

#temporalterror #ultimecia 01

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a queen’s gambit | tagged: battler

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So this was how it was going to be then. Battler pulled the mysterious letter from the pocket inside of his blazer to glance over it one more time. Evidence. No matter how many times he tried to convince himself not to follow up on it, Battler knew he had to follow through. The name of the mafia family he was so desperate to take down written out so closely to “Ushiromiya” made his stomach churn. What kind of game was this bastard playing at with him? Yeah Battler had troubles with his family, but what this person was insinuating was… a bit much for him.

Steeling himself, the rookie shoved the letter away and boldly stepped into what he hoped desperately wasn’t a trap. Of course when he walked in and he was faced with the back of a chair like a good guy about to meet his arch enemy, Battler knew he’d made a terrible mistake. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard, like a song in testament to how absolutely dreadful he was at his job. Damn it.

“An arrest? Now why would I think that when…” he started talking and when her chair swiveled around he felt the words drop off. She was amazing. That figure, that devious look on her face. Battler was loath to admit it, but he was sitting before he knew what to do just because her appearance was so horrifyingly enchanting. God DAMN why was he listening to a criminal just like that? Battler was a terrible cop, he really really was.

“Game? Who the hell do you think I am? I’m a cop, lady. We don’t play games, except on casual friday when Joe brings in the dart-board. But hey, since you’re in such a friendly mood, how about you give me your name.”

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Beatrice let out a low hum of a chuckle when Battler immediately followed her request-- demand, really-- to sit. She folded her hands and rested her chin atop them, a look of faux daintiness that didn’t really suit her. She grinned, a smile that showed teeth, as she continued her civility. “Oh, I don’t have to think. I know who you are. Ushiromiya Battler. Son of Ushiromiya Rudolf and Asumu... Kyrie is your step mother. Ange is your little sister. You stepped away from your family, never to return to their name, because you loathe them for the money grubbing scum that they have been and always will be.”

It was at the end of this sentence that Beatrice pulled a kiseru out of her desk along with a ornate lighter. “Hope you don’t mind.” She said as she lit it, but even if she did, she really wouldn’t have cared. She held the long gold pipe between her slender fingers as she smirked at him. “Can I get you anything? Tea? My butler makes a splendid Earl Grey.”

“Of course, I’m not here to have a tea date with you. I know you got my letter, and you are going to play a game with me.” Beato gestured at the chess board that was laid out in front of them. Her fingers itched to touch the pieces. “What are you waiting for!? White moves first. Play and I’ll continue to explain why I summoned you here.”

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“Beatrice, dearest!”

The sickly smile that was plastered on the woman’s face seemed almost plastic – almost. Anyone who knew her well enough would know that this was the closest her face would ever get to a kind expression. Closing the book she was holding with a snap, Ultimecia set it down on a table and turned towards the door, her dress sweeping over the marble floor.

“It’s been a while since you’ve visited, darling. Were you on a trip? Or perhaps you simply couldn’t make the time. Don’t worry, I understand perfectly.”

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Beatrice’s face brightened into a smile much wider than the sorceress’s upon their reunion, an almost childlike innocence that seemed out of place with a mafioso. Ultimecia’s words struck a string of guilt-- she had been fairly busy, but she should not make excuses for her tutor, but that did not stop her from giving one anyway.

“Ultimecia! I wanted to visit-- but you know, family business. We recently acquired an island in Solias. Some say it’s haunted but coming from Aelluria, well. It’s nothing compared to here.”

“How have you been? Studying more tomes?” She tried to take a peek at what Ultimecia had been reading...

#temporalterror #ultimecia 01

a queen’s gambit | tagged: battler

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This was likely the most dramatic thing she had ever done, but to say that she didn’t enjoy it was an understatement. Beatrice sat with the back of her seat turned towards the door-- she had dismissed any bodyguards, telling them she wouldn’t need them. They protested. She insisted. They listened.

They had to follow the word of anyone in the family who bore her name.

Smoke billowed from behind the large chair as she lazily held her kiseru in her mouth. He would come, she knew he would, sticking his nose into business it didn’t belong into. At best, maybe he’d stop snooping around. At worst... Oh, how she loved being the worst. This would be a fun game though, one she wouldn’t tire of.

Beatrice had a letter planted in his mail at work-- an envelope in gold leaf, stating that she had the evidence he wanted. She had all the evidence he could ever want, dirt on the Castiglionis as well as the Ushiromiyas. If he wanted to bring down her family he would have to bring down his own, and she knew-- from doing a little research, she wasn’t stupid-- he would have no qualms about that.

Beato heard the door open, and a wicked grin split her face. “Ushiromiya Battler. If you think you are making an arrest today, you are sorely mistaken.” Beatrice turned her chair around, already grinning at how entirely gobsmacked he would be this entire encounter.

“Sit. I’m going to make you think twice about pursuing the mafia, and all with a little game.”

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