The Writer's Café

Cheese turns, and a horrified look is on his face.

He takes off the mask, smiles, and happily runs into the army and starts swinging his sword every which way, laughing and dancing.
 
Several hours later, after a whole army has fallen, a single man remains standing. He is small, lost, and afraid.

He looks around wildly, but doesn't see Cheese decapitate him from behind.

Happy with his work, he begins to slowly make his way back to the Cafe
 
Roleplaying again, are we?

Eh, what the heck. I can't resist.

The elf came out of the kitchen, holding a coffee pot in her hand. Her clever disguise was a success. She had managed to keep the others away from her coffee shop.

The ones who wanted to kill her.

The only ones who knew of her true identity were the regulars at the cafe. She had sworn them to secrecy, but still Irin wondered if she should erase thier minds of her. Perhaps it would be best...

But she would go back to that later. Now, she had work to do. With her hair tied up in a bun, the tips of her ears were hidden, witch was how she prefered it. 'Yes, I think I've fooled them for now.' she thought.

But all her hopes came crashing down as she saw it.

The blood on the floor.
 
Cheese walked into the room at that moment, and almost turned away in fear, at how the angry elf-lady had easily seen through the dead body pile.

"Can I... Help you?"
 
Hey Irin! 
Should I post a new chapter of Revolution today? I would normally procrastinate, but this time I wanted a really really good writer to tell me what to do. Lol
 
Panic surged through her. She set the coffee pot down and turned to the newcomer. "No...the question is...can I help YOU. I am the owner of this cafe."

The elf fingered the sheathed blade of the dagger she hid under the table. It was always there, just in case. In case they found her...

But no, the blood was probably just from a skirmish. This man didn't look hostile. Not towards her anyway.
 
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