Thread: Vendetta (Vash x Kawaiichibilust)

After regaining her memories, Bayonetta was done with saving the world for now. Those petty little angels could try as hard as they wanted to destroy her. After crashing the over-sized diva of a creator into the sun. And being resurrected from death, she was just ready for a vacation. Bayonetta and Jeanne decided to slow down a bit and take a stop in Vigrid. It was a feeling of deja vu as the two witches walked through the uncrowded streets. Stopping at every store they possibly could at the sight of the high end fashions. Jeanne was in heaven the entire time. For once, Bayonetta felt at peace. Finally being able to know who she was, she was no longer a stranger in this world. Her and Jeanne would have to band together from now on, being the only ones of their kind left. But it also meant they would have to hide it as well. Sitting at a local cafe, she sat at a small outside table. Jeanne across from her with her mountain of shopping bags. Sitting back in the chair, she shifted, crossing one of her luscious legs over the other, crossing her arms over her chest as she simply stared at the pity of a sight. Princess do you think you have enough room for all of these clothes? She asked in that teasing like voice. Cocking an eyebrow as she adjusted her butterfly frames. As an Umbran witch in the modern world, she couldn't go around wearing just her hair all the time. As good as she looked in her jumpsuit, it did catch some 'undesired' attention. Though she was the last one who minded sticking out, she knew that she couldn't make a show of herself. At least not all the time. She preferred tight fitting clothing, showing off her legs and curves. And really enjoyed flaunting herself. The cat calls and wolf whistles were always a good show as she walked down the streets. Her hips swaying side to side as she walked in her confident strut. The jealous glares from other woman only entertained her more. Yes, being a regular person was too over rated. 500 years was a long time to go without a little fun. Her raven night hair was pulled back as it always was. Her red ribbons tying back her incredibly long hair. If there were two things he refused never to part with, it was her ribbons and her butterfly framed glasses. Her beloved pendent was locked away in the penthouse Jeanne and her were now occupying back in the city. Safe. Her teasing only resulted in a heated glare from Jeanne. Rolling her grey eyes she looked up at what the older city had to offer. A serene peace that she had to say was something she could get use to. I'm just saying dear a closet can only hold so many...costumes. She scoffed, motioning to the bag of feather boas. Jeanne had her own sense of flamboyant style all her own. As her Umbran sister scowled at her, that scowl turning into the pair chuckling about their joking manner, there was a shift. Both of their eyes slitted as they whipped their heads in one certain direction. Being affinity to inferno. The two could tell when there was a presence of hell upon them. Especially those unfamiliar to them. Standing, she held her hand up for Jeanne to let her handle this. Don't want two of us out causing a scene. Watch my bags Jeanne. She stated. Walking forward in a strut with a sly smirk on her face. Pointing her finger straight out in front of her, she drew a faint glowing purple circle. The sign of her clan floating there as she walked through it. All the Vigridians turning into shadows in a flash. Purgatorio. A place where she could truly be herself. Looking ahead she spotted him. Her lips curling even more so as her eyes glimmered mischievously. Hmm. It seems those bloody angels aren't the only things out to get me. She purred. Placing her hands on her hips as she met the eyes of her mysterious follower.