All right, darlings. Seeing as no one here seems to understand me when I explain myself from person to person, consider this a PSA.

[Hello, Zelien. It's your local hair witch, lying on her back for the camera to see, reporting for sarcasm duty. She looks rather amused at all that's happened for this week, but hasn't said much about it herself.

Yet, at least.]

After all, some of you can't seem to get past one silly little detail and then everything else goes over your head. So I figured I'd start off easy.

[She slowly lifts a leg and stretches it upwards, before deciding to roll onto her side, one arm propping her head up while her leg simply remains extended, like so.]

Yes, I'm a witch. Which means I'm familiar with magic of all sorts. No, we don't have crooked noses, green skin, or fly on broomsticks. [Down goes the leg before bringing it back up again.] Yes, I'm gorgeous, and this is a rather repetitive statement, because I already know. The compliments are flattering, really. [There's a browraise at that, before she smoothes out her outfit.] No, this isn't leather, or cotton, or whatever else you wear for clothes, it's my hair. And before you go and call that any sorts of "odd," I use it to fight. Granted it's not the only thing- I do enjoy my toys, too.

[And by toys, she means weapons. Mostly her guns.]

Also I know my world is complicated and confusing for a lot of you, you don't need to keep telling me this when I'm already fully aware. And it goes without saying that if I have a weapon in my hand then I most certainly know how to use it. [Anyone who tells her otherwise is going to get their ass kicked.]

Lastly, I can turn into a panther or a crow whenever I want, so for the sake of your ammunition and my sanity, don't shoot me. You'll only be wasting bullets. [Bayonetta rolls her eyes at this and looks almost annoyed.] I cannot tell you how many people have tried to either hit me in the face or destroy me through other methods, all because they see an animal running about the city. It's rather rude and I do like keeping my fur and feathers in prim and proper shape. [She's going to leave out bats, because that form negates any kind of damage to her if it connects. Plus, it's her little secret.]

[A stretch, and she arches her back as she lifts herself up to sit, pulling her leg back down, then standing right up. She makes a shooing motion with her hands.]

Right, now. Carry on. Go get drunk or enjoy whatever it is you were doing, this little PSA is done~