[center][color=purple][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[b]The Violet Reaper[/b][/color]
[i]And[/i]
[color=orange][h3]Vivilyn Trainer[/h3]
[b]The Pumpkin Witch[/b][/color]
[color=purple][i]Location: HQ[/i][/color]
[color=orange][i]Interactions: [@SpookySquid][@Polaris North][@FallenTrinity][/i][/color][/center]

The woman shut her eyes tight, waiting for the impact of Angel's hammer on Mrs. Pickles. But, instead, a loud crack from a palm was heard. Niflheim opened her eyes and blinked curiously before a soft smile met her lips. [i][color=purple]You really are an angel, Grace. Good job.[/color][/i] 

Niflheim waved lightly as the two left, glancing over back at Mrs. Pickles, but before she could comment, another hero entered. What was his name...? Ah, yes, Flash Forward. As he bowed, she waved him off meekly to show that she did not deserve such formality, simply replying. [color=purple]"And hello to you, Flash Forward."[/color]

The Reaper was respectful as the hero conversed with Mrs. Pickles, glancing away with disinterest until the door opened again.

[color=orange]"Nyehh? They make me show up here and they're late? Those bastards, I could have been shopping..."[/color]

The colorful, bright eyed witch sat on her Broomy, a visible pout puckering her lips as she floated a few feet above the ground. Pumpkin Witch looked annoyed, but her crimson eyes brightened as she noticed a certain hotty A-class here!

[color=orange]"Reeeaaaper! My bodacious baby!"[/color] In a flash, the witch had leaped off of her broom and ran up to the scythe-weilder, not hesitating to give her a firm hug and nuzzled her face into the violet haired woman's bosom. [color=orange]"Hehe, as lovely as ever~!"[/color] A visible blush of delight met the blonde's cheeks.

But the color easily drained from her face as Vivilyn leaped back, narrowly missing a scythe's blade to her throat. Niflheim, though her face barely changed, seemed to be clouded in a miasma of pure hatred and rage, hair whipping around her furiously. Truly terrifying, to say the least. [color=purple]"Yoouuu...."[/color]

[color=orange]"Aaah, don't get your panties in a twist [sub]though I wouldn't mind fixing them for you[/sub]. You're such a prude!"[/color] Vivilyn exclaimed, returning to Broomy with an easy leap up onto the wooden stick. The crimson eyes glanced behind her, and her face scrunched up. The witch got close to Mrs. Pickles, disgust evident in her eyes. [color=orange]"Uhhh, who let in a hobo? He reeks of alcohol..."[/color]

Violet Reaper's eyebrow twitched as she returned her scythe to it's place on her back, but her anger was still blindingly evident. [color=purple]"He's not a hobo. He's the hero who killed the chimera and landed the final blow on the alien."[/color]

Pumpkin Witch gave a look to Niflheim, seeming very confused. [color=orange]"Err... You know I love you, Reapy, and I think you have totally awesome judgement, but uh... I think you might have gotten the wrong guy. There's no way he's that hero! I mean, look at him!"[/color] Through that entire time, Vivilyn hadn't spoken one direct word to Clarence, though she threw her hand out at Mrs. Pickles to exaggerate her point.