[hr][hr][center][h1][color=40E0A6]Iris Rivers[/color][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ff/73/3f/ff733f92936a5c3c2cc4b289c91a7f24.gif[/img][hr]
[color=40E0A6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Blackbird Hangar
[color=40E0A6][b]Skills: [/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
	[color=40E0A6]"Uh, wasn't planning on it. Mainly because I do, in fact, understand nothing of what is happening here,"[/color] she replied when Neil warned her against contradicting the goth girl. She watched, slowly nodding, as the others fought the woman, taking a more supervisor-like role as Runa and Lance fought amongst each other. She brought her cigarette to her lips, breathing in the smoke as she listened to Annie gave her the rundown on who the goth was and why they were fighting her. [color=40E0A6]"Asgardian? Ah...so we just...we fight gods now, that's a thing we do."[/color] She nodded her head, though she seemed more tired than shocked or afraid. Her voice had a certain doneness to it, as if she were saying 'this is my life now.' After a second, as Runa crumbled to the ground, something behind Iris' eyes seemed to click, and she raised an eyebrow. [color=40E0A6]”Wait, did she just get into a fight with Beth about who was the gothier goth, and then proceed to call [i]us[/i] children?”[/color] She followed behind Annie as she walked over to Edus, standing a few feet away from the two. She looked to Mary when she asked her question.

	[color=40E0A6]"Yeah, yeah, I'm awesome, I'm cool. Never been better,"[/color] Iris responded, widening her smile just a little too wide to be genuine. She broke off from Annie and Ed, beginning her way over to the board. But when she felt Mira's gaze burning into her, seeing the girl out the corner of her eye, she froze up. The way she stood there was unlike Iris. Almost child-like. Now admittedly, Iris was often childish, but not like this. She stood tense, shoulders shrugged up around her neck, looking stuck in a flinch. She didn't look at Mira, not even when she spoke.

	[color=40E0A6]"I'm sorry, Mir...for making you...do that to me,"[/color] she mumbled out. She knew how this little dance was supposed to go, though she hadn't needed to do it for a long time. She'd done it with her dad all those years ago, before her mother swept her away to Oregan. All she had to do was apologize to Mira for making her hurt her, let that stew for a while, and eventually everything would be normal again. She stood still for a few seconds, before taking another huff of her cigarette and letting her body relax. She continued forward, scooping up the dice, and tossing them onto the board. She continued to medicate even as words began to appear on the bubble thing.

[center][i]This will not be an easy mission, 
monkeys slow the expedition.[/i][/center]

	Iris read the riddle aloud, before raising her head. This riddle was pretty clear, so she scanned the room for monkeys. At first, there were none, but after a few seconds, monkeys began to poor from the cracks and crevices of the room, spilling into the hangar. As they did, three dropped from somewhere above Iris, and knocked her to the ground, beginning to pull at her long blonde hair. She dropped her joint, beginning to try to knock the array of monkeys off of her. Oddly enough, though, it was just an absurd enough happenstance to cause the tension her body had been filled with upon seeing Mira to completely disappear.

	[color=40E0A6]"You made me drop my weed, you adorable sacks of shit!"[/color] she explained, cackling with a much more real grin as she continued to try to knock the monkeys off.