[center][color=purple][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[b]The Violet Reaper[/b]
[i]Location: City Prison
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The woman paused outside the prison finally to answer the boy, otherwise ignoring him for the whole time until they got outside. It was obvious the sarcasm wasn't something the Ukrainian woman took well, as she already seemed ticked off by Mrs. Pickles. Or was that blank, scary expression always like that? Either way, she wasn't in the mood to deal with a babbling moron. [i][color=purple]Yes, send the antisocial one. That's smart, HQ...[/color][/i]

Though, his last words were what finally got her to speak to him again directly. 

Niflheim arched one of her thin purple brows at Clarence, as if he had said something absolutely ridiculous. [color=purple]"Why would you say that? You single handedly finished off the crab alien and defeated a chimera on your own... you're being promoted, from what I've been told."[/color] Violet Reaper turned her back to him again, folding her arms under her bust. [color=purple]"Whether by accident or not, [sub]or completely wasted or not[/sub] you over-excelled in your given task. The citizens noticed, and so has HQ."[/color] The hero glanced back over her shoulder carelessly, eyes emotionless as always. [color=purple]"Do you understand, err...  [i]Skuchat Solen'ya[/i]."[/color] She said in her native tongue. It meant his name, though it didn't sound like it. "Miss Pickle."