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When you think of most high-powered businesspeople, one would believe that every time that they want to go out and play. It's usually a boring game of golf, tennis, squash or any type of game the rich play. For Valkyrie, she's no different. Except of the fact she goes out with the girls, mostly comprised of former members of her horde and sworn enemies from the past now close friends. The old girl with her most prized sword gets ready for another round of battling.

Getting her muscles pumped and her energy revved to the point of critical, she is ready to go out and have her fun again. There is nothing to worry though, though they are warriors using real weapons and moves, not once they would go too far to accidently kill each other though there was once incident that sent both Valkyrie and a fellow warrior to the hospital and earned her an additional scar to the one she had centuries before.

Anyway the story would go like this:

Valkyrie: Susan?
Susan: Yes ma'am?
Valkyrie: I'll be going out with the girls for the rest of the day so I won't be taking any calls. Also if its any from that bastard ex of mine, tell him to go fuck himself. Professionally of course.
Susan: Sure thing Ms. Reyrell and... wait. Going out for what, with the girls?
Valkyrie: Oh, nothing just shopping, lunch... sparring.
Susan: Oh no, not again. *Watches her boss pull out the large case from behind the rack and opens it. she stares at the gigantic sword riddled with ancient runes in her hand.*
Valkyrie: What?
Susan: You remember what happened last time, you were in the hospital for three days after one of them slice you open.
Valkyrie: I told her not to cut in so close. But then I should have just *said* rather than just *beat* the ever-loving shit out of her before I passed out. But we took it well and we both forgive each other.
Susan: Why can't you just do golf or tennis like regular people? At least those people get to live to play another time.
Valkyrie: But Susan, this *is* my golf and tennis. Seriously Susan non-combative humans have such boring games, in my day, me and my trusted blade cut down many armies and souls alike and it was in a way fun. I should tell you one of my stories when I get back.
Susan: I look forward to it.
Valkyrie: Anyway, it's time to go out and get my battle muscles pumped! Don't wait up.
Susan: I'll have Dr. Atan ready on speed dial. If you keep this up, you'll be responsible for putting four future generations of his kids to the Ivy League.
Valkyrie: Very funny.

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When you think of most high-powered businesspeople, one would believe that every time that they want to go out and play. It's usually a boring game of golf, tennis, squash or any type of game the rich play. For Valkyrie, she's no different. Except of the fact she goes out with the girls, mostly comprised of former members of her horde and sworn enemies from the past now close friends. The old girl with her most prized sword gets ready for another round of battling.

Getting her muscles pumped and her energy revved to the point of critical, she is ready to go out and have her fun again. There is nothing to worry though, though they are warriors using real weapons and moves, not once they would go too far to accidently kill each other though there was once incident that sent both Valkyrie and a fellow warrior to the hospital and earned her an additional scar to the one she had centuries before.

Anyway the story would go like this:

Valkyrie: Susan?
Susan: Yes ma'am?
Valkyrie: I'll be going out with the girls for the rest of the day so I won't be taking any calls. Also if its any from that bastard ex of mine, tell him to go fuck himself. Professionally of course.
Susan: Sure thing Ms. Reyrell and... wait. Going out for what, with the girls?
Valkyrie: Oh, nothing just shopping, lunch... sparring.
Susan: Oh no, not again. *Watches her boss pull out the large case from behind the rack and opens it. she stares at the gigantic sword riddled with ancient runes in her hand.*
Valkyrie: What?
Susan: You remember what happened last time, you were in the hospital for three days after one of them slice you open.
Valkyrie: I told her not to cut in so close. But then I should have just *said* rather than just *beat* the ever-loving shit out of her before I passed out. But we took it well and we both forgive each other.
Susan: Why can't you just do golf or tennis like regular people? At least those people get to live to play another time.
Valkyrie: But Susan, this *is* my golf and tennis. Seriously Susan non-combative humans have such boring games, in my day, me and my trusted blade cut down many armies and souls alike and it was in a way fun. I should tell you one of my stories when I get back.
Susan: I look forward to it.
Valkyrie: Anyway, it's time to go out and get my battle muscles pumped! Don't wait up.
Susan: I'll have Dr. Atan ready on speed dial. If you keep this up, you'll be responsible for putting four future generations of his kids to the Ivy League.
Valkyrie: Very funny.

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