The Writer's Café

"Well, maybe you aren't interested, but Irin will probably be glad that there won't be any more blood on the floor. AND it's really pretty!" giggles Reg.
"And Star, I am perfectly fine with having a body, BUT CLONES ARE WEIRD!!! AND U EXPERIMENTED ON IT!!! I do not appreciate my body being experimented on."
 
Irin walked out of the door that was not there and into the dining part of the café. She had many weapons on her, including a sword, a daggar, bow and arrows, a gun loaded with silver bullets, and other weapons hidden from view. As she steps into the room her eyes immediatly go up to the ice orb. Within a second, she grabs her bow, loads an arrow, and shoots at the orb. It shatters into millions of pieces, which turn into snowflakes as they fall to the floor.

Ooc//

Irin getting mad about blood on the floor is one of her trademark things. I'd like that to stay. Also, it would make the cafe look wierd, and Irin is trying yo make it normal-ish incase a human accidently wanders in.

BiC//
 
Ooc// pretty flashy light thing in an old run-down cafe? Wouldn't fit.

BiC// "Hey Reg," Irin responds. She crosses the room to look out the window, where a full moon looms overhead. "A few more hours, then." she said to herself.
 
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