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Valkyrie felt a bit out of it. Only a bit though, she wouldn't admit to being more than just a bit. She had only had a little bit to drink at the party, mostly just because she could, and made sure she didn't get all out drunk or anything. Besides, she'd had a pretty fun time of it. It was just all a bit much with everyone there knowing each other and being such good friends that after a while she couldn't quite take it anymore. She didn't expect to fit in right away, and she didn't begrudge anyone their fun, but after a while she had to get out of there.

She hadn't been in her new place long, only just a week or so, but already it was becoming to feel uncomfortably like home. It was a cute little cottage that she couldn't imagine why no one would have snatched up so far, but when she saw it she loved it. It was almost ridiculous with how picturesque it looked.

Valkyrie almost felt like she was violating the wholesomeness of it with her costume. Trinity from the Matrix was not all that wholesome. But that's what the clothing box had given her, and she thought she had looked good in it so she went for it. Besides, it reminded her a bit of her clothes from back home.

Yawning and stretching, she stumbled over to her bed. It wasn't late and she really shouldn't fall asleep in her costume, it wasn't exactly breathable, but she just wanted to crash without too much introspection. Flopping down into her bed, she gave a happy sigh as her head hit the pillow. Reaching out she pulled close the stuffed bear that Percy had won for her at the fair and closed her eyes to fall asleep.

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Valkyrie couldn't help but laugh at Percy, more at the fact that he was laughing, not necessarily that she found his pain amusing. She liked that about Percy, that he was someone she could have a laugh with. Also, he was a pretty decent kisser.

"Come on," she said, grinning at him as she got to her feet. "I want to put the heads of the decapitated ones on the picket fence as a warning to others. Then we'll take a look at those injuries."

"Okay," I said, reaching out for her hand to help myself up. I kind of liked the idea of her ministering to my injuries, "But there's more of those things out there. All of the things won at the carnival. They're all attacking. People need our help."

"Your injuries first, then we'll go," she said, pulling him up to a standing position. She almost pulled him close enough to kiss again, but that moment was gone. One fast kiss for her rescuer was one thing, another one a few moments later was something different. A something that she didn't need to get into right now.

"And then we'll go see about killing all the rest of these things."