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[center][h3]--Rassvet - Sapple Springs--[/h3][/center]
Considering her palpable anxiety, perhaps the cashier could take some form of solace knowing that between the two WARDENs who had just made themselves known, only the shorter and more youthful-looking of the two entered the corner store instead of the six-foot-something hulking mass of muscle. The former had eerie horns covered in dimly glowing purple veins sure, but they still couldn't outweigh the sheer [i]intimidation[/i] Morden exuded just by standing there menacingly, even if the young man didn't mean it. As such, even after everything that happened, she could just stammer out the price of a singular bottle of beer. 

[color=b93bc2][i]No, I bet they have as much respect for the military as any layperson, but [b]someone[/b] was obnoxious enough to offset that respect... [/i][/color] Valerie mentally snapped back at Gerard's sardonic quip, was it him? Silje? Kalina? Or, hell, any combination of these fuckers? The vanguard WARDEN didn't know for sure yet, but the end result spoke for itself. She ignored Kalina's cluelessly blunt inquiry for the moment and instead fished out ten gils from her own pocket, putting it on the cashier's table, [color=b93bc2][b]"Keep the change, for your trouble."[/b][/color] before grabbing the thing by its neck, making sure to mind her deceptively powerful grip from crushing it into a million shards.

Honestly, she didn't even actually need the beer, but eh, it was the best excuse she could immediately think of, [i]speaking[/i] of excuses, [color=b93bc2][b]"I was just trying to find a socially-acceptable reason to come in here and strike a civil conversation."[/b][/color] The white-haired girl murmured to her taller counterpart as she passed the pilot WARDEN, a brief yet keen glance at Kalina's face revealed only one thing, ...that she still didn't quite 'get it', [color=b93bc2][i]Between Silje, Kalina, and myself, maybe that myth about white-haired people tending to have some screws loose has some truth in it after all...[/i][/color] Patience, that was the key to handling the socially-inept. Hey, let it never be said that growing up with Silje didn't have its own perks. [color=b93bc2][b]"Because I'm trying to minimize the chances of us being sent to court-martial by the end of the week, something that you guys were keen on doing from the looks of things."[/b][/color] Valerie deigned the pilot a second try before leaving the store proper.

Other than unsealing the bottle cap - with nothing but her fingers - Valerie watched in silence as Justice [i]cordially[/i] handled things with the officer of the law, and despite Kalina's unnecessary question, the marshall was a sensible enough veteran to control his trigger finger and even humor the golden-eyed pilot, [color=b93bc2][i]Guess there's a good reason why he's the marshall.[/i][/color] He then finished his inspection, returned the papers to the squad leader, then left them with an advice... and a clue as to who was the primary instigator of the incident.

[color=b93bc2][i]Throwing magic around... haaaaa...[/i][/color] The daughter of Birgis, of course.
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Hours after the sun had abdicated its reign to the moon and her stellar attendants, Valerie was amongst the WARDENs within the vicinity of the etherium campfire. In fact, she was the one currently manning the BBQ grill, being in her element as the 'designated caretaker' of the squad, or "group mom" as some would tease her, and honestly, that was true in some way. Between her life in the nunnery, the Citadel, and now, she always had someone to take care of. Though she genuinely cared for each and every individual in her charge, it was also true that there was some spite involved, show her worthless biological parents just what it meant to be a proper one.

Valerie continued listening to Gerard's story about one of Morden's antics even as she deftly cycled between moving cooked meat to a platter and putting new raw ones onto the grill, she was no culinary master, but she knew what she was doing. [color=b93bc2][i]...?[/i][/color] Then, a deep frown curled at her brows, sharpening her already naturally-sharp gaze even further. Before anyone had said anything, Valerie shifted her focus from the grill up toward the sky. It wouldn't take a pilot like Kalina to recognize that it was no meteor, however, it [i]would[/i] take a pilot to analyze the exact details of the airship, [color=b93bc2][b]"Kalina,"[/b][/color] Valerie raised her voice as she put down the BBQ tweezers and turned off the grill, [color=b93bc2][b]"Type, model, and if possible, allegiance?"[/b][/color]

While waiting for Kalina's assessment, Valerie went over to grab her WARDEN jacket, putting on over her white shirt, [color=b93bc2][b]"If they're Rassvetian, then it's our duty to rescue any survivors, if they're imperials, it's also our duty to apprehend them."[/b][/color] If they're - somehow - from some other nation? Well, similar sentiments as the former, [color=b93bc2][b]"I'm going,"[/b][/color] the Nephilim announced, her tone making it clear that it'd take a direct order from Justice to force her to stay put, [color=b93bc2][b]"Who's with me?"[/b][/color]

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