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Mornings in a floating base over the ocean were almost like a matter of survival; the early morning chill was cold enough to give an unprepared soldier a cold and a lot of discomfort. It was why Valkyries with any degree of freedom would rather delay getting up until the sun was high enough. The higher up the ranks you go, the more inclined you'd be to hate the morning in Headquarters.
Bzzzzzt!
Of course, that wasn't for everyone. There were a few individuals who would rather spend their mornings productively than sleep in.
Bzzzzzzt!
Bzzz—
"What the fuck—"
Irene nearly choked on her words when the boy she had just beaten up a few days before showed up on her doorstep clad in standard-issue workout gear. She was sure that she'd broken a few of his ribs and gave him several lacerations in that fight, but here he was not even nursing his wounds. He was healing faster than any normal Valkyrie would, putting him in a special category like the S-ranks and the Far East's head. She opened her mouth to chase him off—
"I would like a spar, Miss Irene."
She bit back her other retort. "Are you stupid? I broke your ribs just the other day."
"The injuries have already healed ma'am," he said, confirming her suspicions.
"If you think that will convince me then you'd be disappointed. I'm busy today."
She slammed the door in his face, hearing a satisfying thump as the metal door slammed into something biological. She heard his feet clatter for a few moments before rhythmically moving away in measured steps. She huffed, satisfied, and tossed herself onto her bed in a pile of cloth and an oversized shirt.
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Bzzzzzzt!
"The fuck do you want?" the woman asked the boy. Noah traced a small line down the side of his mouth, and the woman realized with a slight blush and wiped the drool off her face.
"It is nearly 10 AM. I would like to ask you for another spar—"
"No."
She slammed the door again, but it was halted halfway just as it hit his arm. Irene frowned; she had put a lot of force into that slam.
"Very well, I will ask you again later tonight."
The boy closed the door on his own and left. Irene shifted her feet with mild discomfort before deciding to bury herself into her blanket once again.
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Bzzz—
"God, it's my day off. Could you fucking not you fucking—"
She paused. In front of her was a uniformed woman nearing her thirties, at least six years older than herself. The patch on the latest visitor's shoulders indicated that she was talking to a Captain—someone who was way above her in rank if not in combat ability.
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Honkai Impact 3: Noah's Ark
FanfictionON INDEFINITE HIATUS 《■ □ ■ □》 Six. That was the number of months that had passed since Noah came to Saint Freya as a Valkyrie. He had no memories of his past. He was found in an abandoned laboratory with nothing to call his own but his name. All he...
