"I didn't have breakfast that long ago, but thanks for the offer." Ada answers. The mysterious, visibly armed woman seems to be the focus of her attention at the moment. Wonder if there's a con here or nearby. I mean, surely those aren't real...
"Doki Doki Lit. Club" is a happy game where nothing bad happens. seriously tho? not for the faint of heart.While she waits, the young woman takes a moment to evaluate her surroundings, almost immediately setting her eyes on the large group next to her. Her eyes register a brief and unusual recognition that elicits a stiffer posture. She looks away, but still regards them warily.
In loving memory of that plot arc that we spent nearly a year on. Now our sun may never set.Ada cautiously observes the stranger while trying to pretend to look at everything that isn't the stranger. She appears a little bit uneasy.
"Doki Doki Lit. Club" is a happy game where nothing bad happens. seriously tho? not for the faint of heart.The woman slings her backpack onto one shoulder to withdraw the appropriate amount of money from a side pocket. She pays the cashier and readjusts the backpack, earning a metallic clink from within. Her hands grab one water bottle each and she makes her way to the door, pausing in front of the group.
Her eyes lock on to Daydre's and she stares right at him, her cold, piercing glare seemingly looking through him. After a few seconds she turns back to the door and leaves without a word.
In loving memory of that plot arc that we spent nearly a year on. Now our sun may never set.Ada heaves a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Gah, bad vibes..." Seemed to know at least one of us from somewhere. Surely ain't me.... I hope. I don't recognize her.
"Doki Doki Lit. Club" is a happy game where nothing bad happens. seriously tho? not for the faint of heart.Ada leans on the door, looking towards the others. "Ready to head out...?" she asks.
"Doki Doki Lit. Club" is a happy game where nothing bad happens. seriously tho? not for the faint of heart.

The figure turns and makes their way to the counter, holding a bottle of water in each of their gloved hands. Now that they have turned around, it is much easier to see them, or rather her. Her hair is about shoulder length and is as messy as it appears to be from the back, carelessly swept to the sides to keep it from covering the yellow-green visor sitting above her eyes, which does little to obscure her stony face.
The rest of the mysterious handles can be seen clearly now as two medium length swords, strapped to her back between her and the large backpack, which only seems bigger now that the wearer can be seen.
"I'll take these." she says to the cashier, her voice almost entirely devoid of emotion. If one pays close attention, they can see that her words don't quite sync up with her mouth movements.
She either hasn't noticed the group, or doesn't care enough to look their way.
In loving memory of that plot arc that we spent nearly a year on. Now our sun may never set.