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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 staaaares.

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 blinks back, and then cautiously returns the wave.

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

~~Silly Svava. Breasts are for weapon-storage!~~

"... 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."

"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.

"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.

"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?"

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

Alain blinks.

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

Doesn't look all that comfortable, though.

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.

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

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

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."

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

"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.

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

"Hannibal?"

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

"And as a giant talking plant, and as a..... four armed... little... Alright, I have no idea what that thing is that he was." Svava boggles.

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.

"A four-armed little . . . ?" Anthy echoes.

"Oh dear."

She reaches for her tea, and drinks a little, frowning thoughtfully. "I wonder if he's ever been a cow?"

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.

"... I don't think he has." Svava just blinks at the idea.

"Oh dear," Anthy says again. At the situation in general or at the sad fact that he's never been a cow? Who knows. She spoons some sugar into her tea, and stirs it gently. "I can see how that would be stressful."

"Well... its not so much that that's stressful." A bit of a sigh, sipping her hot chocolate.

"A good portion of my friends seem to enjoy threatening Archie."

Anthy makes a sympathetic face.

A pause.

"Who's Archie?"

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