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</div><br/><b>NAME:</b>Iris<br/><b>Alias: </b>Cabal Blue<br/><b>Primary Nicknames</b>: Brat, You Little Bitch<br/><b>Age: </b>19<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>[Consensus?]<br/><b>Location: </b>Music Room<br/><b>Wearing: </b>Thick navy blue hoodie with a ZCCC letters, jeans, white trainers with pom-pom socks.<br/><b>Mood Music:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dd-vluPwpf7c&amp;hash=a26ada0699428998a7d7f7dd6ad39af9" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vluPwpf7c" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">"Until We're Done", Jonathan Bree</a><br/><b>Tagging: </b>I suppose?<br/><br/><br/><br/>Iris didn't turn around when Emmy spoke.  It was just like her to interrupt something as deeply intimate as her reunion with the Matrix. Four years without its exhilarating invigorating power, four years of dragging through life as a normie, and now in this beautiful mystical moment Emmy had to come down and interrupt it just to remind Iris that it's all about her.<br/><br/>Iris took a deep breath and slowly released it.  She let the power of the Matrix wash over her, light and ethereal like a spiritual waterfall.  She calmed herself and entered a light trance.  She stood motionless until she felt that profound peace that was perfect attunement to the Matrix' ebbs and flows.  She stayed there for a minute or two, then emerged from her meditative state. She smiled, then opened her eyes.  She was home again, and it was time face all that came with it.  She turned and left the containment field and sought the stairwell to the Mansion proper.<br/><br/>She heard voices and the notes of a piano.  She smirked.<i>Looks like she reeled in Terry, too,</i>she thought.  She went to the kitchen first, hoping that she could find something to eat that wasn't ramen, tofu, or other student food.  The refrigerator was well-stocked with all the healthy groceries an athletic Emmy would need; Iris made herself a roast beef sandwich and poured herself a glass of apple juice, then went to join the others in the music room.<br/><br/>She pushed the door open with the toe of her trainer.  She raised an eyebrow at the sight of Emmy holding an open bottle of hard liquor, then settled herself in an overstuffed chair.  She gave Terry a wan smile before sipping her juice and taking a small bite of her sandwich.