[center][h2][color=orange]Hildr Reinhardt[/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Hildr was having some difficulty deciding on what was the greater pain in her ass at the present time. As strong as it was, the Valkyrie  wasn't bitter in the least with the bruise along her cheek from Artoria's mule kick, as the bag of ice she rested against her cheek did wonders for the physical ache. 

Not only had she been denied the chance to make her father a drooling mess of frayed nerves, but she barely got a chance to witness her edge be dulled down to an avian cutey, [i]and[/i] the bizarre furry seemed to have replicated Ira's strength to make her escape possible. [color=orange]"In hindsight, I really should have drugged them before I started playing with them. That would have kept the fox nice and docile, and I'd still have her on a leash."[/color]

The Elder Valkyrie idly lifted one of the severed limbs, it's pail splendor belonging to the vampire she'd only taken on a whim, and noticed a peculiarly powerful enchanted ring still nestled around her finger. It couldn't have been anything directly dangerous if Victoire hadn't used it to escape, so the Valkyrie was of the opinion it had more to do with her captive's own debauched nature. [color=orange]"At least I have a shiny consolation prize."[/color]

After slipping the ring off and stowing it in her jacket pocket, the business suit-clad Hildr opened a tear and left her now blood soaked  basement behind to enter the most sanctimonious place in all the Nexus. Possessing more lens flare then the collective film work of JJ Abrams, Deva's throne room was as gaudy and auspicious as anyone would expect the head honcho of angelic kind. Hildr emerged into the surprisingly populace space, curious as to why the Laguna and everyone else were just loafing about.

[color=orange]"Oi, Deva, you best get to packing your shit and high tail it out of here. Lucille sent some cute fox girl to retake my prisoners and dollars-to-donuts she's coming to plant a sunflower so far up your ass the roots come out your nose. And trust me, that gets old after the fourth eon, but she'll keep using you as a seed bed for another ten if she doesn't get distracted with someone else, though if your lucky she'll have used you to make a kick ass salad for the next PTA meeting."[/color] 
 
As preposterous a claim as it was that she shouted into the busy hall, Hildr spoke with an alarming surety born from personal experience. And a small trickle of drool as she recalled Lucille's famed salad once again.[color=orange]"Mmm, I really need that recipe..."[/color]

[@TheWindel]