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Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

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Lochila Laufeysdottir

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Lochila lightly chuckled at the girl's comment, confirming while understanding her, like how she always did. "Must be".
Although it did make her think: It's time; it has begun...
She gently cleaned the blood of the wound with some healing ointment, before revealing some medical wrap that she could put upon her foot. Once again, it was tended to very carefully. Through centuries of reading many books, Lochila had managed to gain much knowledge when it comes to the ways of healing and medicine. It actually became one of the few topics that she covered without Loki's help. After a few minutes, she had packed the medical kit, and left the box sitting on the glass table, between them and the television. Bringing her legs upon the couch, tucked underneath her, the goddess looked over and down at Torunn, before putting an arm around her shoulder and, using her hand, placed it on the side of her head, and gently pulled her in; laying a soft kiss to her blonde hair, before allowing her to lean into her chest, and rest there. From there, the black-haired woman continued to watch the news, as another wave of thunder rushed over them from the outside.

Outside, a few yards away from the penthouse, another big flash of lightning appeared, along with thunder, as well as another flash coming immediately after. Unbeknownst to the two women, something began to fall from the clouds. It twirled as it fell, appearing almost like an approaching meteorite. It was making its way to Central Park, about a few blocks away from the penthouse. Nobody was there (most likely due to the emergency weather system), explaining its desertion. The falling object finally landed on the walkway in the park, where it created a large crater within the asphalt. It's blade pierced deep into the ground, with its handle sticking upwards...

Dragon Ball Z.5: A Nexus of Warriors { Angel & Mizos }

Kinoko didn't flinch when Vegeta had managed to bring her close, before having to grunt as he pushed her away, where she stumbled a little, but managed to keep her composure. At this very moment, she wasn't, at all, scared of his presence, considering that she was became so used to it, and that she didn't find anything negative. In other words, she understood him, since they were sort-of on the same page when it came to feeling inferior. If Vegeta ever found out about what the Savior told her the other day, Goku might end up under the bus. She didn’t want that for the younger.

As if to seemingly mirror him, the princess gathered herself before managing to cross her arms, and shouting back. "Don't think I'm that blind, Vegeta! You're frustrated; as am I. But, just because we are of the elite, doesn't mean we should excel over others; sure, we may be the strongest race out there, but we are certainly not meant to be a perfect one!", she wasn't sure whether if it was a good idea to even mention such a thing, but she had to clear Vegeta's judgement. "As bad as it seems, for the both of us, we didn't exactly take training too seriously in the past either, until we met Kakarot; just so you know!". No fear in her eyes; that same fire remained, only lightly, as she calmed herself down. "That's not to say we can't reach new levels or heights", as close as she was to Goku, both personally and relatively, the task wasn't impossible. Kinoko, good-heartedly, always claimed the younger to be "the special one" of the three Pure-Saiyans, but, for the Prince's own good, she kept it to herself.

Kinoko then halfway turned her back on him, having to see him out of the corner of her eye. When he spoke again, slight fear came to her. Through many years of thinking, she didn't know whether if it was allowable or possible. “I feel myself getting stronger, every time we do”, she looked at one of her hands, flexing it.

Growing up, she had looked up to her older brother, up to the point where she felt deep anguish over his death, when Frieza arrived; where she turned Super Saiyan for the first time. Since then, she had always wanted to gain his approval, when the intense, seemingly-endless training began. Strangely, it stimulated something, shortly after each session; a kind of craving she can’t really shake off. "Well, I am a half to each of you. You might, as well, just tell me", in truth, she probably knew what the Prince was talking about; if it was about that specific topic.
“I’m all ears”.

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

The two pirates forcibly put Abigail into a rowboat, and began to row out towards the attacking pirate vessel, sitting out in the open. Explosions continued to sound all around them. And for one moment, a shell nearly hit them, as it screamed overhead. One of her captors kept a tight grip upon her arm the entire trip, while his other hand held the pirate coin, also gripped tightly.

Amid the thunder of cannon fire that surrounded the Fancy, stood an imposing, silhouetted figure by the wheel, too far from where Abigail was firstly deployed, but watched the scene nonetheless. A nonchalant, emotionless stare was all he gave, as he just stood there with a sword at his waist. At the mention of his title, this figure strode in a cool-minded manner towards the stairs, his boots thumping against the wood. A cloud of cannon smoke obscured him for a moment, but as soon as he made it to the deck, his full presence became known: wearing the darkest of colors, but nothing imposing; just a simple dark t-shirt, a dark jacket, and a pair of dark pants, along with the heavy boots that left an echo in the wood at every step, his hair was short, medium-brown, wavy, and just above his shoulders, with a stubble that perfectly angled his lower jaw.

The real element was his scarred, pale right-eye; he was possibly half-blind, with the other appearing perfectly in a normal blue, but he did give off a good penetrating stare with both on his person. He wasn't that tall, being at five-foot eight, nor too strong with an evident slim, athletic physique, which gave off that quality of being easily deceiving. That showed that he was a man you'd fear in a dark alley. The darkness and shadow surrounding the deck proved that right. The right hand resting upon the sword at his waist, armed with a pistol and a dagger, he was before his crew, standing only a few feet away from the newcomer. This was Captain Edward Low, the man behind this nightly massacre.

"Cap'n. Look what we found. She also had this", the pirate finally released her...by pushing her forward, and making her land in a heap at the man's feet, shortly before handing over the coin to him. Low didn't speak a word, he just listened. Listening, and observing the situation; his unconcerned gaze never leaving, even as he was passed the trinket by one of his men. He still didn't speak, just fiddled with the object in his hand, his attention now resting on the girl, who just got deposed of at his feet. It was like he was in a moment of processing the information being passed down to him, while still fiddling with the metal, almost outlining its design.

In just short notice, the captain finally stopped this action, now having his full attention on the girl, to the point of kneeling down to one knee, towering over her. "My apologies, miss", he finally said after a long while, sounding Irish by his accent. The tone wasn't exactly sympathetic, but rather shallow. Casual with monotone. "I confess, they lack manners. Especially with a damsel", it didn't sound deep, but in the normal range of lacking emotion.

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

At first, both of her captors ignored her; one of them letting go of her, and walking towards the prison cell. "Well, well, well", he mused, having to chuckle at the irony. "Look at what we have here. If it isn't Vivienne Black. Excuse me, Captain Vivienne Black", it was as if he was mocking, or being skeptical of her, finding her position in life to be rather pitiful; pathetic. If only he knew about the about of success the said-woman had achieved. "What's ye interest in the lass?", he, once again, mocked; the other pirate chuckling with him, though his grip on Abigail's arm did not loosen. Just as the girl was about to reach for the medallion, he tightened his grip, before stopping her with a backhand to her face, and yanking the chain off her neck. It dug into her skin slightly, before giving in, breaking. The other pirate, who approached the imprisoned woman, had his smile fade. "Want the gold piece for ye' self?"

Vivienne's own smile faded, as soon as intruder did. Just a frown, once she noticed, and heard, the sound of a slap coming from behind him. Did the girl's new captor just hit her? The pirate lass' gaze only stared at the tall, masculine, and nearly beefy visitor before her; the bars of her cell separating herself and them, the faint smile making itself known again. "My interest?", the brunette asked him rhetorically. "That girl?", she gestured to the direction where Abigail was held. "The gold?", she narrowed her eyes at him. It was like a up-close encounter with this guy. She then suddenly snatched the front of his shirt, and pulled; so fast and strong, his face hit the steel bars between them. "Watch yourself. You tell Captain Low we'll see him soon", she warned him menacingly before finally letting her grip fall from his shirt.

The pirate scowled and brushed himself off. "Yeah", he laughed, but there was also a slight hint of intimidation. Not for the crew, but for him personally. His Captain was one of the best around. But, that didn't mean, personally, he was free. A pirate made many stops, and if someone was out to get you, they could do it away from your crew. He brushed it aside, trying to convince himself that the woman was just in that state of madness, like any other captain, who would sail for too long. "You ain't goin' anywhere but the gallows", he replied, pretending to tip a hat. "Pleasant dreams. Give me regards to Davy Jones", he laughed and turned away. "We got ourselves quite a lady here. Should be interesting. You'll enjoy our Cap'n. He's always been wantin' a bit of sport", that wicked smirk was back, before they pulled Abigail towards the stairs, along with the gold coin.

Vivienne narrowed her eyes once again, before that smile of hers made itself known. But once she made a final glance at Abigail, it made her lose the act of carelessness. Captain Ned Low now had the New World's most expensive of riches; not to mention a person of an even higher class upon his vessel. She needed to get to that coin before Low attempts to sell it for something twice as valuable. But first things first, she needed to find a way out of this bloody cell. It was going to be nearly dawn, and the longer she sat in there, Vivienne was up to the point of passing out in sleep upon the floor.

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

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Lochila Laufeysdottir

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The boldness of green within Lochila's eyes faded back to its normal state of dimness, once the goddess felt satisfied that Torunn was able to calm down. She quietly sighed in relief, closing her eyes for a moment, just as the blonde girl left her grasp, and departed to the bathroom. Relieved that she was following her suggestions, Lochila had to think to all of the times she had to use her hypnotizing spell upon her. Lochila had the upper advantage since Toruun would always look up and make eye contact with her, like every child would towards their parents. But the benefit of doing such an action was to prevent the blonde from knowing the real truth, having to ease the young woman during every moment that might contradict to her true heritage, and replace that feeling with a "suggestion".

That much thought had Lochila look around at the glass-induced mess, before using her telekinetic energy to levitate every single piece in the penthouse, and bring them into the recycling bin in the kitchen. Just as the pieces landed in the bin, new bulbs flew out a box, and replaced the old ones in the sockets, hanging in the ceiling. The last one went into place, shortly before Torunn came back out...where the lights shortly rebooted. If anybody knew Lochila personally, it was that the woman liked things to be tidy and clean, like any other wealthy woman. But, to the goddess, it was out of preference, as well as for the conditions of living to be suitable for a child to live in. Except that pained yelp made her quickly turn her attention towards the couch, where the blonde had apparently sat in.

She must have missed a piece, which was quite evident, since Torunn was sitting there in pain, holding her foot. Walking towards the girl, Lochila sat next to her. "I've must have missed one. Are you alright?", she asked, once again, concerned. It was quite obvious that she wasn't, since the black-haired woman was looking at small pieces of glass creating wounds on the appendage. Quickly, Lochila stood up, and raced to a cabinet, where she kept a first-aid kit. Settling back next to Torunn at the couch, she tenderly took her foot, while taking up some tweezers and, very carefully, removed the pieces, giving the girl apologetic glances, every time she would wince. She even went as far as to remove her hand from the blonde's foot, and place it on top of hers, before getting back to the task at hand.

Attack on Titan: Angel(s) of Humanity { Angel & ZayZe }

Sarah Reinhardt
(サラ ・ ラインハルト)
Sara Ráinharuto

Later that day, as Sarah had mentioned, Commander Erwin had managed to pick out the top cadets from the training program, taking it as more of a graduating ceremony, as well as the initiation to become the newly-fresh faces of the Scout Regiment. As promised, Eren Jaeger was now within the captain and lieutenant's custody, and free from the intimidations and distrusts of the city. First thing the next day, the veteran joined in the escorting of Eren, and about half of the Regiment into another location within Wall Rose; away from society, in order to test Jaeger's loyalty.

As far as she heard, Captain Levi wanted the boy to sleep in the basement.
Though she didn't immediately agree, it became reasonable for the wellbeing of their troops.

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

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Lochila Laufeysdottir

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She looked at the glass-induced mess all over the kitchen counter and the floor at their feet. How can she explain that the girl was the daughter of a God, who ruled a legendary world, above Earth? Would Torunn even believe her? Would she walk away? Towering over Torunn, the goddess reassured her by stroking her upper arms. Even if Torunn found out, the black-haired woman would still hesitate on how to explain it clearly for her. How could you tell a child whom you have raised on Earth to believe in something that was otherworldly?

Another lightning strike outside the huge window. This one being less-intense than the last one; the one that almost lit up the entire room. All that ran in Lochila's mind was Thor. Was he in another one of his moods? Or was this something entirely different? The drastic change in the weather was incredibly not common, especially for it to be beyond the Thunder God's capacity to go beyond the limit of how much Earth should receive.

Her green eyes looked into blue. "Fragile things, honey. It was just moisture. Just moisture and humidity", she repeated, with a green glow in the pupils of her eyes; her hypnotizing spell in effect. She hated to use her magic on the girl, but it was the only thing she could do to protect her. "Go get cleaned up. I'll take care of this", she softly told her, using the spell to keep the blonde calm and relaxed.

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

She will be rescued by Vivienne, Will, and Silver.
So, it will be just the one time, depending on how far we take the story.
Feel free to add any ideas to make it work.