[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i][b]Drake “D” Edwards[/b][/i][/color][/h2]
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[hr][center][color=ed1c24][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ashford Institute for the Gifted > Courtyard  [color=ed1c24][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@RumikoOhara][@Almalthia]
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	Drake wiped his left palm on his pants, attempting to relieve himself of the ash remnants as he flicked the body of the cigarette aimlessly away.  Suddenly, from the Institute doors sprung a young woman that looked like the embodiment of sunshine wrapped up in a redhead.  She stopped just ahead of him, her back on display as she looked outward.  Short of stature, but attractively curvaceous for a younger lady, Drake took a split second to take her in.  After a breath she looked back and said, “[color=green]Bet you get this all the time but those are really bad for you. I’m Uná. You are?[/color]”  Drake squinted for a minute, then opened his mouth to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by yet another ball of energy erupting from the institute's entrance.
	
	[color=seagreen]”Hallo Frin it is nice to meet this bright day, I am Gunnar Grimsson but most call me Api.”[/color]  Drake regarded this new one with a sideways smile.  He looked them both up and down, slightly overwhelmed by the sudden interaction when he was just previously wallowing in his own loneliness.  [color=seagreen]”You are smoker?”[/color] Gunnar's accent was endearing.

"[color=f7976a]Yeah[/color]," he said, answering both.  He gave a short chuckle.  [color=f7976a][i]The things we've seen people do here and smoking is the thing that makes them aghast[/i][/color]. "[color=f7976a]Uná... Api [i](am I pronouncing that right)[/i]... It's, uh, good to meet you. 'D'[/color]."  Drake said, turning his attention back to Uná.  "[color=f7976a]Just call me 'D'.[/color]"  He started to stare the two of them down, trying to find signs or physical hints at what they could do.  They were here at this place, afterall.  They had to be capable of something extraordinary.  Their clothes gave no hint, nor did any of their physical attributes.  At least not to Drake.  He wanted to ask what they could do, but really didn't want to have to answer the same question in return.  It was embarrassing.  As a nervous tick, Drake combed his hair back with his fingers and took in a breath. "[color=f7976a]So...[/color]" he trailed. "[color=f7976a]This place is a trip, huh?[/color]"  He then subtly shook his head, disappointed in himself and the dumb question.