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Niflheim Sokolov

The Violet Reaper
Location: City W, Main Street
Interactions: @Archmage MC@Polaris North

Darkness. For a while that's all Violet could see. There was a dark voice, that of one of the wolves, whispering to her in the back of her mind. Even in real life Niflheim trembled. It was so cold...

Just like that, it seemed, she had awoken from the isolating nightmare. The Violet Reaper winced as she squeezed her eyes tight before blinking them back open, her vision hazy.

She laid there for a minute as her senses slowly came back online. She heard Flash and the other hero talking, she began to feel the ground underneath her, and started to smell— was, was that meat?

Slowly, Niflheim forced herself to bring her body into a sitting position, bringing one of her purple gloved hands to her throbbing temple. The Reaper blinked in confusion, turning wearily to see a somewhat oversized slab of meat fall off her body, making the purple haired woman cringe in disgust.

Her attention turned back to the two heroes, her eyes immediately falling onto the horribly burnt soles of Flash Forward's feet. Violet took a sharp breath in shock, slowly surveying her surroundings. Did... did she cause such a hell-like place just over there? She felt her stomach churn. 

Niflheim moved onto her knees, taking a better look at Flash. "Your... feet. It's because you brought me over here and out of danger. You got hurt saving me from my own power." She muttered the last part, it hurting her to think about it, and it showed on the saddened expression on her face. "I'm sorry, Flash. I would never have wanted you to get hurt because of me. It's my fault, thank you for saving me." Her shoulders fell, Niflheim staring at her folded hands. She injured a fellow hero because she couldn't control her powers— how could she be so absolutely idiotic? Violet Reaper mentally was beating herself up for causing all of this, taking a glance back at the molten concrete. 

Vivilyn Trainer

The Pumpkin Witch
Location: City W -> HA
Interactions:  @FallenTrinity

"Hey, wait—!"

But, by then, Jayce had already taken his leave. Quietly, Vivilyn whispered to herself."...How do you know my real name?"

There was something very, very off here. He was accusing Reaper of being a rebel? Her? She's more loyal than a damned golden retriever! And that creepy feeling he gives off... Vivilyn was no Einstein, but she read people very well, in fact it was one of her best assets. And she could tell that guy needs to be kept a tab on.

Usually, Vivilyn wouldn't care, but Jayce had alluded to this whole rebel thing effecting her as well. The Pumpkin Witch started to head towards the Hero Association's building, holding onto Broomy tight. The S-class meeting should be about over by now, right? She needed to talk to Danzo— now.

A NEW CHALLENGER HAS ENTERED THE ARENA!

Focus

Location: Maximum security prison, cell in lowest level
Interactions: none yet

It was utterly silent at the bottom floor of the maximum security prison. There was only a handful of prisoners on this level, villains who had proved themselves a major threat to humanity and had to be guarded at all times, kept far away from one another so they never could even hear one another's voice.

One of these cold cells housed a pale man, head lowered with his knees propped up and his hands dangling off of them. Two guards were standing watch, offering each other a quiet glance of understanding. The air was thick with malice radiating off of the prisoner.

"Focus, your food."

As the tray was slid into the cell by another guard, who made haste to get out of there as fast as possible, a gruff voice rang out from within the cell.

"I'm not hungry."

The words were snipped and aggressive, followed by a slight movement of the heavy chunks of metal on Focus' wrists and calves that kept his powers at bay.

The younger guard glanced to the other, quietly mumbling. "B-but you have to eat. You can't starve yourself, it's not—"

"I said... IM NOT FUCKING HUNGRY!" Focus aggressively kicked the tray as hard as he could with the restrictions of the chains and metal enclosed on his leg, so that it flew into the bars, making both guards jump and pull their guns on him. The whitish haired man just clicked his tongue in annoyance. 

Stupid bastards... One day when I get out of this shithole, you'll all be dead.
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