[right][h3][b][i][color=f26522]Mr. Titian[/color][/i][/b][/h3][color=f26522]≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[color=f26522][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Chair 5 -> Away from Chair 5
[color=f26522][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Perception, Will, Charisma
[color=f26522][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Well, wasn't that a sight enough to make ones butt pucker. A chair went sky high with the woman who had been in his lap. He had noticed that before but it kept climbing until it was much further above the ground than he thought was safe. Cupping each side of his mouth with his large hands, Mr. Titian gave a rather loud holler. [color=f26522]"Bet ya wished you had stayed in my lap now!"[/color] The man laughed as he lowered his hands and got comfortable. Glancing to the left and then to the right and then back up to the sky. His fingers laced together as he leaned forward, eyes never leaving the sky as it reached its apex and well as the old saying went - What goes up...

	Must come down. At least that was how he thought it went. Either way, it seemed one person at least was getting their rear-end out of the way. Couldn't say he blamed them. They were in one of the two chairs between him and the launch site. Standing up in a carefree manner, Titian took several large steps and joined the person over near the road. Crossing his arms over his chest he looked back up at the sky. [color=f26522]"Hope people here got a strong stomach because let me tell you this. Watching a body explode on impact is something else,"[/color] he said watching as he rubbed his chin.