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@drachenheld​ @drachenwitwe​

⠀   ⠀⠀  ❝.... Sigurd, why have you been avoiding me? Have I done something wrong?❞   Brynhildr comes forward, speaking quietly. It is just at the cusp of evening hours, and she is already feeling compelled to be by him. To... Kill him, as per demanded by her curse.     

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@veiliisms​​

⠀   ⠀⠀  ❝Master... If you do not utilize me as a weapon.... You will surely bring about your own demise.... Without you here, I too will disappear.... Let me fight beside you...❞ Her voice is slow, and even measured. The enemies before them seem to be hesitant as the heels of her shoes clatter along the concrete floor with every step. The silence and pause of what was to come - rode on the actions the two outnumbered would make.

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@drachenwitwe​

⠀   ⠀⠀  ❝ ...  It was because of my own state of being, that I have hindered both you and the master.... It was good that you subdued me before things had gotten worse. You have my thanks. In earnest. I am sorry. ❞ It takes time for Brynhildr to settle into the thought of apologizing to the other. Despite knowing that she shares no utterance of shape as the woman who damned and poisoned her beloved Sigurd. She still in many ways, shared essence with the one named Gudrun. So long as the two stayed within one another's presence, they would struggle with operating with each other. That said...

⠀   ⠀⠀  It is just as much true, that they are both servants. Serving under one master, whose life in current was in jeopardy. If they cannot place their own qualms aside. Then they have wrought shame to no one but their own containers. When Brynhildr had snapped in the hours that were late, Kriemhild did not hesitate to strike her down where she stood. So as she would not hinder the master any further - in current. She owed Kriemhild a great deal, more over when it was the other. Had been currently tending to Brynhildr’s wounds.

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All of a sudden, the sound of a revving chainsaw can be heard from behind you.

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⠀   ⠀⠀  ❝Sigurd needs to stop riling me up like that.... I did not think him to be a one who enjoys playing with fire so to speak.❞  Brynhildr finds herself sighing slightly, fidgeting mildly under the worries of bringing harm to him more seriously then she has.

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⠀   ⠀⠀ “Ah... Good morning everyone...” Casually walks out with blood all over her.

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Suddenly, Mona presents Brynhildr with a plate of perfectly cooked pancakes and bacon! "... H- here... do not create a fuss if it is not to your liking! Hmph!" Ask for food and you shall receive~ (Hi~)

⠀ ⠀⠀Having found Mona whilst the star gazer was collecting information upon the frost bitten mountains. It had not been her intention to follow the other about so closely, inevitably it would seem she had come into their home. Now, Brynhildr was sitting at the others table dinning on what seemed to be a simple meal,  ❝ Thank you... I will be sure to enjoy this... Is this what you call - Your specialty? ❞