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[color=SteelBlue][h3]Rave "The Shadow" Mallard[/h3]
Frixion Prime[/color][/center]

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The woman seemed as confused by their claims as the owner was that it had happened at all, even offering the Spectre her knife. As she did so, her thoughts echoed asking how awake he was and Rave frowned at that. Awake? Did she maybe know he was Psionic? As he took her knife and closed the visor again, flipping to the magnetic vision, he spoke to answer her question about the steel and plasma. [color=SteelBlue]"Well, no, it shouldn't. Plasma is a liquid gas at such a high temperature, any metal it comes into contact with basically melts or vaporizes on contact. If the proprietor would provide a sample of steel..."[/color] The robot hustled into the back and came back with a block of machined steel, setting it on a table used obviously to demonstrate how well built the blades were.

The psion beckoned for the woman to follow him and approached it, igniting the ice blue blade of the energy blade he'd picked up and then holding it in front of him after handing the knife back. After a moment of focus, a single slash carved through the steel block, where the blade had met it slagged into molten metal as the two halves fell to the floor. [color=SteelBlue]"That's the usual result of untreated steel versus plasma. Doesn't end well for the metal, as you saw."[/color] The robotic owner quickly picked up the two blocks and carried them back towards the back, muttering to itself about how odd it had been that a demonstration be needed at all since common sense dictated that was how it worked. When the robot was through the doors, Rave's visor rose again and he locked eyes with the woman. [color=SteelBlue]"A warning for future interactions with psionics; guard your thoughts and guard them WELL. Unguarded thoughts can betray more than you want."[/color] The Spectre paused a moment, unsure if he should press on, but ultimately deciding to do so, though much quieter as he had noticed the sudden lack of a machine body whirring it's movements on the other side of the door. [color=SteelBlue]"And what did you mean when you wondered how awake I was?"[/color]

He'd heard lots of different terms people who were unaware of Psionics and what they could do had used, witch, witchdoctor, psychopath. But awake? That was a new one, and one he wasn't sure he wanted to hear again, since it spoke volumes about a normal person comparatively.