[h1][b][i][color=39b54a][center]Felix Hausten[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Boston Heights [/center]

Listening. That was one thing Felix was good for. Keeping his ears open and his eyes wide. Dragging every little detail into his mind, and storing it for god knows how long. But something seemed odd today. he didn't know what, but it seemed like, he was being dragged along in this narrative. He remembered the man. The man who had attacked him. The warning.

Should he stay out? His original plan was to just observe and let the events of things take their action but this didnt feel right. He was itching to be involved. Itching to take a slice of the cake for himself. Then he heard the key phrase and his hand dug into his jacket pocket and he retrived the die from his pocket.

He held up the multi-sided object and narrowed his eyes [color=39b54a]"You mean this?"[/color]