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[Oh my~ That would be a pair of long legs being shown on the feed first there, Asgard! Which quickly pans out to show this beautiful witch lying on her side in a chair. She's in her room, and she's looking hella amused at all the complaining and whining going on.

Obviously, being dragged places doesn't bother her at all. She's been into Paradiso, space, and all around the world- why should this be any different?]

So, "Travellers~" I wonder how many of you there are here.

[Bayonetta lifts one leg to cross it over the other, pushing up her glasses and giving a wry grin.]

As far as I can tell, some of you poor things haven't ever heard or seen a microwave or a television [Here's looking at you, Boromir], so I'm curious to see where everyone comes from.

Let's start with me, shall we, darlings~? You may call me Bayonetta. I'm a witch, and before you ask- I don't own a broomstick, a cauldron, or a black cat, though I always have found the latter adorable.

[A pause as she waits for responses, placing one hand under her chin in intrigue.]

Come on, then. Do be a dear and answer my question~ It's rather harmless, after all.

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[That's all very interesting, Bayonetta, but Sam zeroes in on one particularly important aspect of your little introduction speech.]

I'm ... Sam -- sorry, you take care of what?

[Guess who is telling Castiel and Gabriel to keep their ever loving mouths shut for the duration of their stay in Asgard.]

[Well even if she does figure it out, it's not like she'd go after them anyway. They're not bird creatures and they don't look ugly. :|b]

Angels. But probably not the kind you're used to. The ones I face are more like hideous monsters- some are birds, others are cats, I've faced a dragon and a tentacle angel as well. They're... unique, and I don't mind putting them out of their misery.

[She's not stupid, Sam. She's clarifying. And unless they start shit with her, they shouldn't worry.]

[Look, Cas and Gabriel are his people, okay, Sam just looks out for his friends. ... well, okay, he looks out for Cas, and Gabriel happens to not be dead anymore, and Sam would rather that not happen again, because that sucked. 8|]

The angels in my world definitely don't fit that description, but I'm betting they could if they really, seriously wanted to.

[Who knows, Gabriel's done some super fucked up shit, maybe he got bored one night and decided to make some sort of freakish chimera for the lulz.]

Why call them 'angels'? Ours aren't exactly storybook divine beings, but they definitely aren't mutated monsters. Are yours sent from Heaven or are they just experiments gone wrong by some crazy guy who wanted to call them angels?

[And that actually gets Bayonetta's interest. She sits up a bit, resting both hands under her chin a little and thinking before speaking.]

No, not Heaven- they're sent from Paradiso. My world is separated into four planes of existence: Paradiso, Inferno, Purgatory, and Limbo. Earth tends to linger between the three first planes, mostly the middle two, and once in a while it will be purely Paradiso or purely Inferno. That doesn't happen very often, however.

[She pauses as she puts her hands down again and crosses her other leg over the previous one.]

Why call them angels? Because that is what they call themselves. Each monster has a different name, but they all belong in the angel category.

[If there is one word Sam Winchester never wants to hear again, it's Purgatory. But he keeps his expression level and neutral as he listens, mentally sorting out what she's saying, before he looks... vaguely unimpressed.]

So they call themselves angels, but they aren't actually divine beings from any kind of god. Or really follow any kind of standard angelic myth.

[Talk about a mislabel.]

Lucky you. The angels in my world just want to stop and start the Apocalypse.

Not quite. They hail from Jubileus, the Creator.

[At that, Sam gets a wry smirk. U so silly, Winchester.]

As do mine. They have always been around, but have been causing a lot more disturbance as of late in order to resurrect their god and rebirth the world.

[A goddess she just went and kicked the ass out of thank you very much.]

[Well. Sounds about right, by angel standards. They're kind of douchey.]

And it's your job to stop them?

Why?

For the most part, yes.

Because no one else can see them. Only witches can cross the planes, due to our powers.

So -- because you're the only one who can.

[Hn.]

That feeling kind of sucks.

[While that is true, there's also another point. But Bayonetta would rather not think about that, in all honesty. Better he thinks that she does it because she's one of the few who can see them and do something (which she does, in a sense) than the other main reason. Which, short story short, she sold her soul to the devil and gained her witch powers from demons, and is therefore bound by contract to kill angels in order to keep surviving/being alive for however long she lasts.]

Oh, it's not really as bad as you think, Sam darling. I at least get to have fun while I do it.

It's when the job starts being fun that you probably need to stop.

[Somewhat mildly, but -- well, she's been more or less honest. Sam can return the favor.]

I hunt the supernatural.

True, but not always. [A pause.] It's when you lose sight of why you fight, and for who- that's when you need to stop. I won't be losing that anytime soon.

[And a wry smile in his direction.]

Oh? So I suppose you run into things like me all the time then, hmm?

The witches in my world aren't exactly destined for some greater purpose. They're just people with an aptitude for magic.

Most fairytales and folklore place us as such. I'm rather glad most people are unaware of me.

Lore and myth only carries you so far. There's going to be discrepancies in what's true and what's not from universe to universe.

[And Sam shrugs.]

Most people aren't really aware of angels, either.

There are differences, but there are always similarities too. You just have to know where to find them.

The angels in my world aren't mutated creatures.

[Or... they were. The last angel Sam really knows sort of turned into one. And then he died. But Sam pushes that aside to focus on his point, which he believes, without a shadow of a doubt.]

They're people, with personalities. They can make their own decisions. They aren't something to be destroyed.

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