Val accepted the lighter from Prax. The truth was one already lay in her pocket and she was merely looking for the car's device, but if the Plumber was willing to offer a peace offering, she certainly wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Thanks," she rotely responded, giving it a...
Val let off a "tch" and leaned back in the seat, her hands knitted behind her head. "Noel, just so you know, the Plumbers aren't the first all-powerful, all-seeing organization I've had the fortune of crossing paths with," she said with enough derision to kill an ox. "And they certainly...
Lucy giving her the week off? Oh this was serious; Val responded quizzically with a nod, handing over the towel with nary a word. What in the world could this guy be offering to the literal heiress to hell to warrant capitulating like this? She made three quiet steps to the back wall to reach...
Ah, kegger week. The time of year when every vandal, miscreant, and ne'er-do-well stopped their endless backstabbing of one another and came together to bond over the one thing they could agree was best in life; ludicrous amounts of beer imbibed at disturbing rates. Val was far from a...
Description: With stark white hair parted by black horns, intense red eyes, and pale skin beside a spade-like tail, there is little doubt as to Val's heritage. She is small but lithe, her posture both relaxed and ready to strike at any moment. She wears a black three piece suit with red dress...
"Well then," Val carried on, retrieving another mixing tin to begin another drink, adding rum to peach schnapps, cranberry juice, vanilla extract, and shaking it all over ice to pour into a glass. "I'll have to check with the boss, see if she'll give me the night off so I can fit you into my...
From her perch, Val sat and listened quietly as X3 gave her debriefing, a curious brow raising as she revealed just what the magnitude of the find was as well as the unfortunate broadcast of such, before dropping into a furrow as she contemplated the choice she gave them. "Spectres of the...
Val laughed a bit at Mackenzie's sisterly teasing. "Oh be nice, this is the first time she's ever been to a bar. It takes some time to get used to the customs and practices. And besides, how could she help it when she has a hostess as yours truly?" She posed, directing hands at herself as if...
"Special it is then," Val repeated, shucking the remaining shell into the glass she'd been depositing the others before moving both below the bar. "Now then, where shall I begin," she hummed, turning to the back wall to gaze at the liquors on offer. In actuality she'd had to stock these shelves...