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[color=fff79a]“I think they are supposed to say something like “Get out!”, “Cursed!”, “Do not enter!”, and that one over there says “Enter at your own risk”,” [/color] Valkyrie responded to the girl while pointing towards the sign behind them in a rather earnest, matter-of-factly tone. [color=fff79a]“Apparently it is ''Dangerous`` and ''Could cause harm to newer magical girls” or something to that effect. I was tasked with putting up these signs I made for this section of land. It’s history … it isn’t a particularly happy one from my understanding.”[/color]

Even though she desired to prevent others from entering the area, the signs Valkyrie was putting up seemed closer in design to a cheesy haunted house one might go to on Halloween than a legitimate warning. Despite her best efforts, her idea of aesthetic might be a bit dated, and her Guardian’s was probably worse. Though. people with a remedial understanding of the area would likely avoid it, regardless of the effectiveness of her signage.  

Regardless, the little Magical Girl before her had introduced herself, though, from her statement, Valkyrie seemed moderately uncomfortable by the conversation. 

[color=fff79a]“Did you come up with that one on your own? Uhh, G-Good work there,”[/color] Valkyrie said to the young girl, not wanting to offend her for her rather … simple name choice, turning away and not able to face the tiny girl on her own and feeling the experience of second-hand embarrassment for her. She did, however, attempt her best to hide this expression from the girl, though, given the circumstances, it was likely very easy for “Ronin” to put two-and-two together. 

...The irony was seemingly lost on Valkyrie; someone whose pseudonym was equally simplistic in design. 

Laughing at Valkyrie from their mental link, Yury seemed to remember finding Valkyrie’s own name to be rather comical when the two first met, Olesya getting embarrassed and upset with him for laughing at her “creative” and “cool” name. It was the name she ended up sticking with for a long time.

Not understanding where he found amusement, and the laughter dying down as quickly as it began, Valkyrie remained patient, waiting for the girl to complete her explanation. Though she didn’t really go too in-depth, Valkyrie was able to discern that she was in some sort of mortal peril and that she needed to meet someone quickly. 

[i][color=fdc68a]“If you want to help her out, then do so. So long as you don’t die; it is difficult to train someone. Though time is not a factor to something like me, I would not want to be lost to the world anymore. Besides, if it is dangerous, it might be fun to fight! Wouldn’t you agree, [i]Basaghan[/i]?” [/color] [/i]

[color=fff79a]“It is a pleasure to meet you, Ronin, though I would have preferred us to have met in better circumstances. It appears that you have mingled with the wrong crowd, but regardless of what you had done, I do not believe you should be “ended”. I cannot say I would like to stand beside that decision. On my wings, I swear I would not allow you harm, though I would hope that you would at least have a bit of combat experience under your belt. While my strength is great, I cannot say I can also protect you against any and all harm. Especially with Penrose being the way it is currently. That doesn’t mean I won’t try my best though.”[/color]

However, there began the first crack in Valkyrie's rather calm demeanor. A light crack of her voice as a sharp, high-pitched squeal. 

[color=fff79a]“A d-d-date!? Like, one of those things where you enjoy the company of someone you love!? K-Kids this era sure are bold....”[/color] 

Unbeknownst to most others, and even though she normally maintained monotonous tones with a constant, serious scowl plastered upon her face might suggest, Valkyrie was a hopeless romanticist. From novellas to music, to her favorite, plays, she enjoyed the romantic situations found within such. Despite this, however, her first-hand experience in the field was rather … hopelessly lacking. 

[i][color=fdc68a]“Jealous? Of a little girl!? My cute little maiden? Don’t make me die from laughter! Gahahaha!”[/color][/i]

And with that statement from Yury, Valkyrie flicked the pendant he was held in, causing him to spin like a pendulum for a short bit, yelling obscenities through their mental link. It was simply the thing he possessed, after all. He could enter most any object if he had chosen to do so, though the pendant was like a second home to Yury. It allowed him to both watch Valkyrie, and to stay by her side so she could “serve him” as a magical girl. That “high-functioning dumbass” always needed a second set of eyes to make sure she was okay. Even if she seemed cool and collected on the outside, she has maiden flowers where her brain should be. 

Realizing her break in her outward stoicism, Valkyrie cleared her throat. A light blush was plastered upon her face, half caused by her embarrassment and the mere idea of a date. Wanting to steer the conversation away from its current course, she began to speak again.  

[color=fff79a]“A-Anyway, grab onto me. Though I know not about yourself, I am confident in my speed; my wings can bring you anywhere you desire.” [/color] 

Valkyrie extended her hand towards the person, and if they were to grab it, they would travel towards their destination with the girl like a bolt of lighting.