[h2][center][color=82ca9d]Carver Jazz[/color][/center][/h2]

Enjoying himself with a coffee that had too much sugar and a blueberry muffin, Carver read the paper. An odd thing for someone involved with the Crimson Sky to do, since he was rather separate from the day-to-day happenings of mundane society. Still, enjoying the puzzles and maybe seeing a used car he might like was usually enough for him to pick up a copy at least once a week.

Sipping merrily away in a quiet corner, Carver finally turned his attention to the new missions listed. [color=82ca9d][i]Oh? I’m not going to go searching around an abandoned factory. I don’t deal in machinery, you need industry contacts to deal with that stuff. Plus the government gets edgy when pieces like that go missing.[/i][/color]

Staring at the mission list for a while longer, Carver made his decision. [color=82ca9d]“Alrighty then~! I’ll go have a shot at the mysterious graffiti. I can see a market for sickness inducing paint. Plus I might find some new symbols if that happens to be the cause”[/color] eyes almost dollar signs at the prospect of new possible symbols to incorporate into his products. Folding up his newspaper and smiling to the rest of the room Carver made a proposition 

[color=82ca9d]“Anyone else want to take and Art class at school~?”[/color]