[center][color=plum][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[u]The Violet Reaper[/u]
[i]Location: City W, Main Street
Interactions: [@chukklehed][@Archmage MC][@Animal][@FallenTrinity][@Polaris North][/i][/color]
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Reaper landed with utmost grace back onto the cracked concrete, eyes wide as she stared at the near dead giant before her. Again, her power had far exceeded what was usual before. A soft smirk twitched at her lips, but she forced it down, only to quietly turn her attention to the bubbly figure calling and waving at her. Niflheim opened her mouth to speak, when a searing pain stung in her frontal lobe. The woman buckled slightly, pushing her scythe into the ground and leaning on it for support as she held her head.

[color=plum][i]A-ah! D-damn it... it's lesser, but it's similar to that agonizing pain that went through my body when I first received the powers. Is my body still not accustomed to it?[/i][/color]

Through the pain that clouded her senses for a brief moment, she could hear talking, a conversation. It wasn't the voices of her comrades calling to each other, it was two other voices, ones she didn't recognize.

[color=plum][i]A... girl? Are they talking about... me?[/i][/color]

Taken aback, and only just hearing their approach, Niflheim gripped Hell's Mirror and readied it before blinking in surprise as the bubbly toon girl appeared out of nowhere and viscously cuddled one of her canine attackers. Instead of staring, Violet Reaper turned with a deadly look towards the second shadowy wolf. [color=plum]"I thought I already got rid of you..."[/color]

As Hell's Mirror's blade bursted into erratic flames once more, Reaper winced and held her left eye in pain. [color=plum][i]It feels... like it's going to explode![/i][/color] She grit her teeth from the pounding pain in her head and behind her eye, just getting her scythe ready for Flame Strike.

But, before she cast the move, something happened. Only the wolf watching and the attacker would see as black tattoo-like inky tendrils slid out from the left side of her face and filled her eye so it was nothing but a pool of black. The flames on her scythe grew larger and were filled with new, black flames that seemed heavier and as if they didn't fit, like they were some virus in her power. [color=plum]"Go... away!"[/color] As she swung the scythe down, fire raised into the sky almost as tall as the giant they had just slashed down, it not its usually violet color but blackened with the inky flames. The fire was so unbelievably hot it melted the top of the concrete as it cut towards the wolf in a rampage, faster than a speeding beast. As she watched the attack strike the poor creature, Violet Reaper noticed that she couldn't remember even doing that. It was subconscious almost... and now, her vision was growing blurred.

[color=plum]"D-dammit..."[/color]

Her knees buckled as she sank lower against the pole of the scythe, before ultimately slumping on her side, face against the bubbling hot concrete as her eyes stared out dazed. If someone was fast enough, they would just see the tendril-like tattoos retreating back behind her hairline until she was back to her normal appearance. Niflheim struggled to keep her eyes open, mouth slightly parted in silence. [color=plum][i]Whats... happening to me?[/i][/color]

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[center][color=orange][h3]Vivilyn Trainer[/h3]
[u]The Pumpkin Witch[/u]
[i]Location: City W, atop building on Main Street
Interactions:  [@FallenTrinity][/i][/color][/center]

The coup against HA? Yeah, Vivilyn thought she had heard something about that. Unsurprisingly, the blonde wasn't too absorbed in the Academy's affairs and what was going on internally unless it personally affected her. Guess that's why she's considered selfish, but...

This somewhat piqued her curiosity. So this weirdo thought that one of the rebels was here, fighting? Huh. The witch delicately walked up behind him, crouching and peering over his shoulder with no care of personal space. In fact, the Pumpkin Witch was only maybe an inch or two from Sinister's face. Ignoring him almost completely, she followed his gaze to one of her favorite heroes— and, not for shallow reasons, of course.

[color=orange]"Huh? You don't think the banging Russian chick is in on it, do ya? Reaper is like the golden child of loyalty, hell would freeze over before she turned on the academy."[/color] Vivilyn stated blandly, standing upright and swiveling on her heel swiftly away, already losing interest in this bozo. [color=orange]"Hottie Violet is definitely off the list. I don't know much about her [sub]except her body measurements[/sub], but she definitely isn't a rebel. Sorry to burst your bubble, Mr. Neurotic."[/color] Leaning backwards, she fell easily into a sitting position on her broom that was all prepared to catch her as it lifted her just a foot in the air. [color=orange]"But, whatever. Do whatever floats your boat. I'm going down to help the hottie out. See ya~"[/color] Vivilyn gave a half fast wave of her hand as she crossed one leg over the other, about to go down to the city level.