<a href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/136062/" target="_blank">View attachment 136062</a><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>Operations 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>Yes<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>When the folder came to her, Iris gingerly opened it.  She read it slowly, with intense focus while the conversations continued around her.  The corner of her mouth quirked up almost immediately and a slow anger darkened her expression.  She continued reading page by page, until finally she closed the folder with a soft finality.<br/><br/>She was quiet for a moment, then stifled the impulse to rub her face.  She glared at Emmy, her face set in cold anger.<br/><br/>"Emmy, take this off the computers, like Mom said."<br/><br/>She glared at her a moment longer, then continued.<br/><br/>"This whole thing is Mom talking to herself.  She used names that only meant something to her  So, looking on internet for it isn't going to do anything except tell Google, the government, and all the freaks on the dark web that there's something called The Other, The Safehouse, and whatever else you put in there."<br/><br/>Her jaw worked as she stifled her anger.<br/><br/>"This thing, this Other, it scared her.  I mean, really scared her.  That's why she didn't tell us.  Whatever it was, it so bad that she didn't want us to ever know."<br/><br/>"I kind of don't want to even think about what would scare<i>Mom</i>this bad, but she talks about it like she trapped it somewhere, somewhere that she built for us, a secret place, if we ever needed it.  And if she did, why, Emmy, are you telling us about this?  Why did you do exactly what Mom said not to and put it on the computers, and then go and tell us about it, exactly like Mom said not to?  Why do you want to fuck with this?  I know the Matrix woke up, but why now?<br/><br/>She paused for a moment and when she spoke again her voice was soft and controlled, but it held a subtle tone like a cold steel knife in a velvet sheath.<br/><br/>"Are you telling us everything?"