"If you would like to continue to RP with us, please use third person," Lady says, devouring the last cookie, and wiping the crumbs off of her new cloak.
"How do you know this?" asks Alex. "Let's just say, I have some very important friends" Reg says cautiously
"It's a secret sector. I cannot trust any of you, because that is the way I was taught to think" says Reg.
Suddenly, someone sneaks in and takes a cookie. he sneaks away, and walks behind Reg. He throws the cookie at her head, and she catches it without looking with perfect reflexes and timing, and begins eating it.
"Now, now boys," Lady says sarcastically, "No fighting." and in a more serious tone she adds: "But seriously, Irin doesn't tolerate blood on the floor."
Reg glares at Lady and points out all the "she"s and "her"s used to describe HER. "You don't have to worry about that. I have no blood. I don't know about Nath, though." she says
"You can do that," Lady says referring to cutting Alex, "But I for one need some lunch, and there's a very nice diner down the street. I would eat here, but irin's taking so long! Bye, guys, Reg."
"No." replies Reg, suddenly angry. "He cannot be 'cured'! He was designed to be this way forever!" Reg calms down. "Excuse me. I must fix something." Reg runs out the door. When she comes back, she looks somehow.... different.
Alex interupts our conversation. "Reg is right. I cannot be cured. I was designed like this for a reason." he said, looking knowingly at Reg. "If we somehow cure him, it could be very dangerous.... The possibilities are too horrible to describe."