Cherrywitch

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Niflheim Sokolov

The Violet Reaper
Location: City Prison
Interactions: @SpookySquid

Why is he smiling like that? Uch, I'm always stuck with the weird ones...

Niflheim huffed, exiting the building with the same grace she always had in her movements. Again, the other had been ignored until a bang was heard behind her, making the Reaper jump and flick her head towards the glass door with wide golden eyes. He... walked into the door? A sweatdrop popped up on her head as she watched Clarence clumsily leave the treacherous door behind and meet her outside. Did I really get the right person? There's no way this durak could fight on his own.

The woman gave an exasperated sigh, folding her arms once more. When entering, the police had offered her a car to transport them both to HQ. Though, she was sure one was disgustedly attracted to her, Violet Reaper knew that this klutz wouldn't be able to keep up with her running speed, so they needed a vehicle.

But, he talked again. Niflheim shot her gaze over to him, answering bluntly. "If not obvious, I am from the Ukraine. My immediate family has moved here also."

Thankfully, his embarrassment was saved as the police car pulled up to take them to headquarters. Promoting this guy... honestly, what is headquarters thinking?

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@FallenTrinity Oh, I'd love that. Reaper's annoyed as it is! XD

@spookysquid Btw, will post later if not tonight. Hopefully it'll be done today but you know.... life....

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Niflheim Sokolov

The Violet Reaper
Location: City Prison
Interactions: @SpookySquid

The woman paused outside the prison finally to answer the boy, otherwise ignoring him for the whole time until they got outside. It was obvious the sarcasm wasn't something the Ukrainian woman took well, as she already seemed ticked off by Mrs. Pickles. Or was that blank, scary expression always like that? Either way, she wasn't in the mood to deal with a babbling moron. Yes, send the antisocial one. That's smart, HQ...

Though, his last words were what finally got her to speak to him again directly.

Niflheim arched one of her thin purple brows at Clarence, as if he had said something absolutely ridiculous. "Why would you say that? You single handedly finished off the crab alien and defeated a chimera on your own... you're being promoted, from what I've been told." Violet Reaper turned her back to him again, folding her arms under her bust. "Whether by accident or not, _{or completely wasted or not} you over-excelled in your given task. The citizens noticed, and so has HQ." The hero glanced back over her shoulder carelessly, eyes emotionless as always. "Do you understand, err... Skuchat Solen'ya." She said in her native tongue. It meant his name, though it didn't sound like it. "Miss Pickle."

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*Cough cough*

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Niflheim Sokolov

The Violet Reaper
Location: City Prison
Interactions: @SpookySquid

The prison was always surprisingly immaculate, for what Niflheim could remember. This was only the smaller one she was headed to, meant for civilian arguments that didn't involve crazy alien crab creatures that fell from the sky. Still, supposedly one of the heroes had gotten himself in here. Of all people, why did they have to send her? Something about taking a break... How nauseating.

She entered the prison, her face blank as always as the policemen approached her. Her signature appearance honestly didn't take very long to recognize, she was a high level class A after all, for whatever that meant.

The click of the Reaper's spiked anklets was heard down the row of cells, she uncaring as she brushed past all of them with two police officers silently in tow.

"Clarence, Ms. Violet Reaper is here to bail you out. You're free to go."

The violet haired woman stood back, arms crossed as she eyed the mess of a hero exiting the prison cell as the gate was unlocked and squeaked open by the officer. "Thank you, sir. I apologize for the trouble." Niflheim muttered to the cop as he turned to leave after locking the cell behind Mrs. Pickles, not seeming afraid to leave the drunkard in such capable hands.

To Mrs. Pickles, Violet Reaper's eyes narrowed judgementally. "...So, you're the drunken basketcase HQ sent me to retrieve? Surprising..." Seeming disinterested already, Niflheim seemed to almost float with elegance of turning her back to him and heading for the exit, obviously expecting the other to follow her.

_{(@Animal talked me into it.)}

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@SpookySquid It would be funny if Violet Reaper just showed up to bail him out with that deadpan, unamused look of hers like "So you're the drunken basketcase HQ sent me to get...?"

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The girl stumbled, but quickly regained her balance. She was surprisingly firm-footed for something that seemed so frail. However, her concentration was thrown off and it surely broke the spell she was about to caste. Eir frowned deeply, glancing over at Fietra (@Lady Avalon) with a curious look in her one good eye.

But, there was no time to waste. Soon enough, the nobleman (@Emu) who had called her out earlier had lost his own train of thought, but his was far more required than Eir's. The little thing jolted, snapping her head back out towards where the glimmering green shield faltered and fell out of sight. "Sir!" Eir sprinted before him, slicing her freezing hand in an arc out towards three mangy creatures leaping out, seeing their chance. Large spiked crystals of ice shot from the ground, at least five or six feet high and a foot wide each, cutting their skin and forcing the disgusting monsters back. Through the translucence of the ice, their whimpering and snarling mugs could be seen, zoomed in to show the dripping hatred and blood as they went to find a way around the wall of ice on their side of the carriage.

Eir glanced back over her bandaged shoulder, her good eye shining with hopeful desperation at Elias. "Please... you have to pay attention. Without your barrier, they'd all come in at once. I'll block you." She offered in her weak voice. Looking at the little thing, it was hard to believe that she could do much to guard the barrier mage, but just glancing over at her last spell would change your mind quite quickly on that matter.

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@Emuxe Nyeeh... Pumpkin Witch honestly doesn't care about the HQ or listens to them, and Violet Reaper literally does whatever the hell she wants as long as it is saving someone, so... XD

@Animal

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@SanaChan Why?! Why puupies? The one thing Eir loves, man. ;-;

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The small girl gave a gentle smile, beating Mona Lisa at her own game. She reached down with her small hand, placing it on the dog's head. (@PM) She noticed him twitch at her touch, and so quickly pulled back with a sad look. "Sorry, puppy... I know, my hands are really cold..." Eir whispered softly to the mutt.

But she was jerked from this quickly as she heard Miral's (@SanaChan) shouts from a little further ahead. Was something going on? Roger quickly darted his stuffed body over to his friend, jumping into her lap for safety as she put her arms around him. Eir's lips pursed, she squinting with her one good eye into the dying light outside. It was her ears that picked up the beasts before her eyes did, she giving a quiet gasp and scooching a little further away, eye wide in shock.

Speechless, she watched as one of the mutated canine creatures lunge forward onto the edge of the cart. It's mangled claws reached out and clawed at her dress, tearing it only slightly. Without thinking, Eir automatically lifted her hand as a billowing cold whirled around her fingers and palm. She pulled her hand back, and quickly shot it out at the creature, a bolt of ice sharper than a blade cutting through it's shoulder and forcing the already crippled beast off the edge of the cart, unable to keep up any longer with such an injury.

"Eir, watch out!"

As the little rabbit exclaimed this, the cart came to a halt that bumped the poor girl's head against the inside. The pack of animals was nearing. Eir stood, placing Roger down by her feet. A cold wind began to build around her, frost creeping out from where she stood. As another creature stalked forward, Eir prepared a spell to attack.