[center][color=purple][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[b]The Violet Reaper[/b]
[i]Location: City Prison
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[i][color=purple]Why is he smiling like that? Uch, I'm always stuck with the weird ones...[/color][/i]

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. [i][color=purple]He... walked into the door?[/color][/i] A sweatdrop popped up on her head as she watched Clarence clumsily leave the treacherous door behind and meet her outside. [color=purple][i]Did I really get the right person? There's no way this[/i] durak [i]could fight on his own.[/i][/color]

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. [color=purple]"If not obvious, I am from the Ukraine. My immediate family has moved here also."[/color]

Thankfully, his embarrassment was saved as the police car pulled up to take them to headquarters. [i][color=purple]Promoting this guy... honestly, what is headquarters thinking?[/color][/i]