[center][color=purple][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[b]The Violet Reaper[/b]
[i]Location: Headquarters 
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As Pickles left, Violet Reaper took that not as a motion for peace but rather a challenge. It meant to her that he did not care about her anger, that now that he had stolen from her one of the only things she's ever craved with all her heart he no longer had use for her. This only further infuriated the Ukrainian woman.

But before she could attack the useless slob, Danzo had said something that hurt. It hurt her very soul.

[i][color=purple]A... temper tantrum? You shatter my dreams before my eyes and you are telling me I'm having a temper tantrum?![/color][/i] Niflheim ground her teeth, nails digging into her gloved palms. Was this some sick joke? Was it opposites day?! This was ridiculous, how could this be happening?! 

Shakily, she put away her scythe on her back, head lowering in repressed anger. This... wasn't fair...

But then, an unrecognized voice spoke on her behalf. Violet Reaper raised her golden eyes with surprise. How did she not notice him there before? Who was he? Niflheim could only vaguely remember his face. An A-rank like her, right? But what did he care of her?

It didn't matter. The bottom line was that she lost to a poor excuse for a man, Mrs. Pickles. The very name made her sick.

Pumpkin Witch had left already somewhere during the outburst, afraid the scythe-wielding woman would turn on her now second-most hated person in the room. Violet Reaper swung away from the group, anger glowing in her wake as she exited.

But that same man from before stopped her, asking for a chat. [color=purple]"What is it you want from me? I'm not in a particularly good mood."[/color] It was evident that Violet Reaper was on a hair trigger of sorts. One wrong word could mean many attacks from her scythe if Jayce couldn't convince her quickly to come with him. [color=purple]"If it's about my... [i]tantrum[/i], there is reason for it."[/color] She practically spat the word, filled with venom with each syllable.