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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/7/2016 5:08:02 PM
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*At a nearby table was a sleeping Vera Shepard. She was pretty much asleep at this point, and seemed to have no weapons on her. A bottle of whiskey seemed to be placed on the table, so...*
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[u]"For the love of..."[/u] [i]Irina sighed, as thoughts of brutal murder spiraled within her mind. She immediately pushed them out, rising up from her metal chair and beginning to walk towards the drunken woman. She figured that she may as well try to wake her up, so she began tapping her soldier lightly while leaning downwards.[/i] [u]"Hellooooo? You there? You're making me look weird..."[/u]
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*She wakes up with a jolt, almost pulling out where she thought a knife was placed...only for it to be thin air.* "Um....hi?" She replies, a hint of rudeness within her.
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[u]"Hi. Mind if I ask, why the fúck are you sleeping outside of a café? It's so rude!"[/u] [i]It was actually difficult to tell whether Irina was furious, or just very sarcastic at the moment. And since it was Irina, it was most likely sarcasm.[/i]
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"Because I feel like it. What's it to you, Mrs. Robin Hood cosplay?" She reacts, leaning in the chair. A grin laid on her face at the potential burn she may have given Irina, grabbing the bottle as well.
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[u]"At least I don't look like a goddamn Master Chief wannabe. Now get back to wherever the hell you came from - if you can even remember that."[/u] [i]Irina chuckled devilishly, clearly making fun of FemShep's amnesia. Talk about an asshole, amirite?[/i]
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*By now, you'd think that the FemShep would've punched her, or stabbed her with her Omni-blade. Instead, she just sat there, staring at her, before pulling out her Omni-tool and typing...well something into it.* "Make me." She responds, sitting firmly on the chair, drowning herself with the rest of her bottle.
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[i]The last comment straight-up triggered Irina.[/i] [i]Her thin hands suddenly shooting forwards, both of her pairs of fingers wrapped themselves around the bottle of alcohol, as Irina pulled with - well, a considerable amount of strength. She was trying to steal the bottle. [/i]
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*She chuckles, letting go of the empty bottle and politely burping.* "I'm sorry; I thought all you needed was the bottle, not the drink." She responds, placing her feet up on the table and closing her eyes.
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[i]Irina didn't respond - she had an idea. A terribly funny one, at least in her head.[/i] [i]Gripping the bottle, she raised the glass object above Femshep's head, lining it up by her cranium.[/i] [u]"About right...there."[/u] [i]Grinning, she jolted her arm upwards, while it was still gripping the bottle, and brought it down upon the woman's head. Except, it didn't even hit: Irina stopped it before it collided, the glass centimeters away from her face. It was as if Irina tries to get her to at least jump.[/i]
