[center][color=purple][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[b]The Violet Reaper[/b]
[i]Location: City S, crash site
Interactions: No one... [/i][/color][/center]

With an easy few side steps, Niflheim avoided the flying chunks of alien crabmeat, clicking her tongue in disgust. As she began to pick her way back to her possessions lost somewhere in the battle, a flock of reporters began to swarm towards her.

"Reaper! Violet Reaper, you were incredible!"
"Do you think you went up in ranks?"
"Violet Reaper, do you think you can answer some questions?!"

Despite the yelling, Niflheim barely seemed phased nor did she really react to the barrage of voices attacking her eardrums. With an eloquent and quick double spin of her weapon, Hell's Mirror slid into its rightful place upon her back along with the shuttering of cameras. She replaced her long over-skirt and turned away peacefully.

"Wait, Violet Reaper!"
"It will only take a second—!"

But the violet haired hero had bolted off with her great speed, propelling herself off walls and turning parallel to the floor for just a split second to make a turn into the wide alleys of the town. She hated reporters... or anyone, really...

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[center][color=orange][h3]Vivilyn Trainer[/h3]
[b]The Pumpkin Witch[/b]
[i]Location: City S, crash site
Interactions: Nope, all alone too[/i][/color][/center]

The broom slowly floated to the ground, allowing its bubbly rider to pounce off it and onto her feet, the heels of her red shoes clicking as they met the ground. A separate group of reporters raced over, snapping photos and calling out to her. The blonde blushed lovingly as she posed for the multiple cameras, flipping her curly hair. [color=orange]"You like me, you really like me!"[/color] The witch giggled, covering her coral painted lips in her feminine way as she changed to another pose. Broomy watched from the sidelines, only giving another sweat drop at the inflating ego. 

Vivilyn waved to the cameras and fans that came over ecstatically, smiling widely as she did.