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

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Rave frowns at the mention of the doors and raises an eyebrow inquisitively when she mentions opening the doors making her tired. [color=SteelBlue]"You do realize they have motion sensors, right? Or a button next to them you push? If it's making you tired, then you're doing something wrong."[/color] Calling for the reciept, the Spectre pays for their food and then orders another whiskey as he finishes the first one, the alcohol far from effecting him just yet. If he was honest, this stuff was weaker than he was used to, otherwise he would already be feeling it.

While waiting, he notices a group of thuggish teens over in a corner, watching him and Akagalcia closely as they whispered among themselves, but he gave no indication that he had noticed. [color=SteelBlue]"And so the opportunity presents itself. Don't look now, but we're being observed."[/color]