The Writer's Café

"I don't like eggnog" said Keir whilst sullenly swiping the cup from reg's hand

 

Reg glares at Keir and he stops talking and drinks the eggnog.

 

David pulls out a can of irn bru & chucks it at kier, "great drink" he says with a smile, David turn to reg, "she is back in that tunnel, split person... Remember"

 

"BOTH of her halves need to be in the Spirit World! And if her halves are separated for too long..." Reg shudders, imagining what will happen.
Suddenly, Juliana speaks. "She's right... I need to return... I can sense that there is danger...."

 

Throwing the eggnog away, Keir snatches the can out of the air with reflexes so fast you could have sworn the irn bru had magically appeared in his hand. "cheers I've had nothing to eat or drink since my little crash landing" I'm starving does this cafe do croissants?

 

"Or perhaps you'll give me a cupcake that won't turn me into a leprechaun? Eh reg?"

 

"Nope!" says Reg. "I am still testing my muffins, and they are for powerless people... and I know you are powerless, but I just dislike you." :lol: :roll:

 

Riddle starts looking at David with a funny face. Chuckling riddle goes back to sleep.

 

"I am powerless am I?" mutters Keir quietly to himself. Then he shows some of those lightning fast reflexes except on a much larger scale he pulls himself out of his chair and hurls a spork right at regs face then adding to this strange time dilation effect he runs after it and catches it millimeters from her nose

 

"If I'm so powerless how did I do that? Hmmm?"

 

Reg takes out LumiBlade and was going to cut the spork in half in midair, but when Keir caught it his hand got in the way. Now Keir only has 9 fingers. "Oops!" Reg smiles innocently.

 

On the roof of the building across the street, a man looks throught the scope of his customized weapon. Right after, a canister flies through the doorway.

"TAKE COVER!" Someone yells and everyone scatters. In an anti-climatic moment, it beeps loudly before stopping. Nothing seems to happen.

Secretly, it realizes an invisible sleeping gas. No one seems to notice. Until they all get extremely drowzy of course.

 

"Interesting" Keir softly murmurs whilst paying no attention to his maimed hand "got a croissant that I'll fix this up? Eh"

 

Reg glares. "I don't make croissants. Only cupcakes. And I'm not giving any to you since you 'aren't powerless.'"

 

"Juliana doesn't have to leave, the tunnel ha already closed, my other soul has taken her place" David says calmly as he pulls out his yew bow & fires and arrow between regs fingers "give kier back his finger... NOW"

 

Reg is always ready for any situation and is wearing an invisible gas mask. She pretends to get drowsy too.

 

Keir laughs loudly in spite. He speeds up time around his missing digit allowing it to repair itself at a normal rate whilst seemingly taking mere seconds. "time distortion can create a few unique tricks if you know what your doing, wouldn't you say?"

 

David just stands there, "didn't realise the antidote is irn bru?" David asks the night with a smug look on his face

 

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Irn bru is the antidote for everything. Lol

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