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

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Rave did as she asked, manipulating the air around her hand to do as she suggested and creating her frostwell. While she washed, Rave removed his AGR-77 and took up a position near the door, his mind and ears listening as he answer her question. [color=SteelBlue]"It is. On the ride here, I read the mind of a person from the planet Ecetopia, where magic is practically an everyday commodity. I was already familiar with the term 'mage' before leaving home, but they were all fictional characters, and the 'real' mages I'd met were simply psionics like myself who didn't know what they were. But what I saw of mages in this person's memories..."[/color] Rave fell silent as he fought to find the right way to describe it all. The sight had been strange even for him, and he had fought ravenous, vicious creatures hell-bent on assimilating the entirety of the Koprulu Sector.

After a minute, he finally shrugged, tensing right after as a pair of feet ran by the door and then faded into the distance. [color=SteelBlue]"It's far more than any psionic I've ever met could ever do, even the Protoss."[/color]