[center][color=plum][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[u]The Violet Reaper[/u]
[i]Location: City W, Main Street
Interactions: [@chukklehed][@Archmage MC][@Animal][/i][/color][/center]

[color=plum][i]These bastards... really don't know when to quit, do they?[/i][/color]

It seemed, as usual, Niflheim was one of the first group of heroes at the scene. Her long dress fluttered around her ankles, Hell's Mirror held delicately in her hands as her feet were placed precariously on the edge. She was as still as a statue, and if not for the gentle rustling of her clothes in the breeze she could have easily been mistaken for stone. Her cold golden eyes narrowed at the giant. It seemed another hero had already gotten close... foolish. An unified would have been most effective, especially considering his height since he most likely would move quite slowly and would not keep up with a barrage of attacks from multiple directions. Or maybe that was just her way of thinking...

The Violet Reaper gently pushed her feet off the ledge and landed eloquently upon the broken street, glancing around at the debris curiously. This would be a pain to fix...

Finally, her eyes settled back upon the monster, a soft sigh leaving her lips. Niflheim brought her scythe around her back in a sweep, a [i]sching[/i] ringing out in the semi-silent area as the bright blade slid against the broken concrete. Yet another hero had joined the battle, only making it more difficult to get a clear shot with her scythe.

[color=plum]"Heroes. I suggest you move out of the way."[/color] She stated bluntly, and as she did Hell's Mirror bursted into violet flames, flickering and shooting out violently around its blade as if just barely contained. Niflheim could just avoid the other hero on the monster's snout and wait for the attacker to back down, but that would simply be a waste of energy.

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[center][color=orange][h3]Vivilyn Trainer[/h3]
[u]The Pumpkin Witch[/u]
[i]Location: City W, outskirts
Interactions: None [/i][/color][/center]

A thin girl stomped her way back and forth amongst a couple of side streets on the outskirts of the city, teeth grinding in annoyance as a floating broomstick drifted tentatively behind her. 

[color=orange]"Rrrragh! This is [i]so[/i] unfair! This is one of the busiest days at the salon, and what do you know? A stupid monster comes poking his damn head in from the ground! Do you know what I could have bought with all those tips, Broomy? A couple new outfits, and really cute tight ones too! Ugh, why does this always happen to me?!"[/color]

If a broomstick could emote, a sweat drop would be comically dropping from its brow at this moment as the witch plopped herself down on a sidewalk curve, grumbling to herself in annoyance.

[color=orange]"Being a hero is great and all, but not when it interferes with my career as a beauty specialist! It's so irritating! And, all I'm doing is monitoring the outskirts. How [i]blegh[/i] is that?"[/color] Vivilyn made a disgusted face as she laid down on her back with a prompt groan of annoyance. This was the worst day, [i]ever[/i]!