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[color=SteelBlue][h3]Rave "The Shadow" Mallard[/h3]
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Rave didn't respond right away, his eyes still inspecting everything around him. Now that he thought about it, there was an eagerness about him that wasn't readily apparent without searching for it, but it wasn't enough to make anyone nervous or stand out extensively. [color=SteelBlue]"An opportunity. We're near the docks, and this is pretty much a place where all the information in the world comes through. A transport somewhere else or even a chance to shut down some ugly crimelord, I would take anything right now. Battle and war is all I know, so I like to keep myself sharp."[/color] After a moment, he stops and eats some more food.

Calling their server over, the Spectre orders more fries and another burger. Using his psionics always made him hungry for some reason, but usually it's not noticeable since it's usually on a mission or in the middle of a fight. [color=SteelBlue]"Guess it's also a force of habit from spending most of my adult life on the run from people who want me captured or dead."[/color]