[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] Liberty Island
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	[color=40E0A6]"Shiiiiiit, same dude,"[/color] Iris said with a giggle as Klara brushed off the burns that had lined her neck. [color=40E0A6]"One time, I got straight up decked by a space gorilla. Compared to that, a little splishing and splashing ain't so bad."[/color] Despite still seeming exhausted from the fight, Iris' attitude seemed to be becoming closer to her normal, exuberant self. The smoke dispersed, leaving charred bits of her clothing and the dark, scorched grass as the only evidence that there'd been any fire at all. 

	[color=40E0A6]"So, now that we're not trying to kill each other, do you two-"[/color] she began to say, before looking to her left and finding that Annie had slipped off to check in with her other friends. [color=40E0A6]"...do you one want some...refreshments?"[/color] she offered, her signature smirk playing at her lips. She dug her hand into her pocket, rummaging around for her weed, before pulling out what she'd been searching for, holding out in her palm. She let out a soft gasp when she saw it. The heat from her flames had melted the Ziplock bag, the plastic clinging to the weed. It was unsalvageable. She stared down at it mournfully. [color=40E0A6]"Damn...well, I've got more back at the mansion if you wanna come back with us."[/color] She raised her head back up to look at Klara.