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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

From the back door storms the Valkyrie. Its been wet and cold and rainy and overall miserable outside- all the better for trying to work off a temper. And given Ace's good advice, she's totally forgotten she's wearing the space agey red and black armor.

What? It fits well and she can move around easily. You're not going to make her self-conscious of it again, are you?

Mwaha.

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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy staaaares.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava doesn't notice right away. To the bar, getting a towel for her hair, drapping it over her shoulders and then ordering a cup of hot chocolate. With a bit of a grump, she still manages to thank the bar when it appears, and she turns around to look at the room, taking a sip.

Then she spots the staring Anthy. A blink.... and a bit of a wave to her.

Though Svava's seax blade is worn across her back, and is not in her clevage, say thankya.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy blinks back, and then cautiously returns the wave.

"Nice armor," she says, after a moment.

Silly Svava. Breasts are for weapon-storage!

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"... oh." A bit of a sigh, and Svava looks down at the outfit. "You remember, we found this with all the other clothes in the wardrobe?" She shrugs, and sips her hot chocolate. "I left my other armor in Nevada, I really need to write a letter to Kitt and PeeJee and see about getting it back."

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

"Oh, right." She has not stopped staring. "Well, it looks . . . comfortable."

Funny how familiar the armor looks. Anthy's sure she's never seen it before in her life, aside from in the wardrobe.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Much more than you'd think, at least from how it looks." She nods. "I've been out running around the lake, and if you couldn't test something out that way, I'm not sure how else you could." A faint, rueful chuckle.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

"Running around the lake?" Anthy glances at the window, and instinctively reaches for her nice hot tea. "For any particular reason, or were you just testing the armor?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

She frowns faintly, and sips her hot chocolate. "... Working off my temper, and a bit of stress. Thinking. That sort of thing."

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

"Your temper?" Anthy bites her lip. "Did anything happen . . . ?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Just a bit... not happy with a friend of mine." She mutters. "And he's a difficult person to talk to at times."

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

"Oh dear," she says, vaguely. "Who is it?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava sighs. "Hannibal. He's been staying in the Realm of Delerium." She mutters a bit.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

"Hannibal?"

Anthy blinks. "Oh, the saber-toothed tiger? Well, he seemed happy . . ."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain blinks.

Well. Um. Maybe it's proper armor, for a Valkyrie?

Doesn't look all that comfortable, though.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Well, she still has her sword. The belt and scabbard are leather, and don't seem to match the armor. Here at Milliways, who knows however.

Svava spots Alain, and gives him a nod and smile.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Hey, she works for the gods of her world. Alain has no idea about the gods' fashion sense.

He returns the nod and smile, and approaches. "Long days and pleasant nights."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"And to you as well." She nods, heading over. Though if Alain doesn't say anything about the armor, she's not even going to think of it.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain is well-trained to diplomacy, and does not even give the armor a strange look. Well. Mostly.

"How have you been, sai Svava?"

It's a light conversational question, but with a faint extra tinge of sympathy, for the sake of their last conversation. She can answer it casually or seriously, and he'll follow her lead.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

She catches the tinge of sympathy, and gives Alain a smile for it as she sits down.

"I've been... well. I still have yet to talk to a few people." Carefully. He knows what its all about.

"Though, have you ever noticed how troubles like to travel in groups?" A mutter and she rolls her eyes.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Wryly, as he too sits down, "Once or twice, aye."

Or, you know, for much of his life. And afterlife.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"I'm just... having a disagreement with a friend over a few things." A sip of her hot chocolate. "So I was outside, running, to work off some feelings."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He nods, understandingly.

Quietly, "If you'd speak, I'd hear." Then, with a smile, "Or you could tell me of this outside, and we'll speak no more of troubles, if you'd rather."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Its all.. complicated. And frusterating." A mutter and a sigh. "And I think I want to talk about something else, actually. Outside is really much, much better."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

He smiles. "Say on, then. I've not seen it."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

A faint chuckle. "If you can, you should. Though its rather.. wet and rainy and cold out there. I guess that's normal for Scotland. The woods and lake were copied after a the grounds of a school from that realm, or so I've been told. The snow is pretty much melted and gone, now, and I woudln't go walking on what's left of the ice in the lake."