[i][/i][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/Mentions:[@webboysurf][@BoyMom69035][@RumikoOhara][@KatKook][@Damo021][@Bounce][/b][/color] 

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	Drake found himself with mixed emotions by necessity.  As a poker player would roll a chip across their knuckles, Drake found himself ‘rolling’ a small candle-sized flame across his fingertips, from the pinky to the index and back again. His confidence was soaring and his excitement only continued to build, but the base essentials of this power required him to ironically reach into a dark place.  If he wanted an exuberant show of force, he would have to go to the deepest depths of the void within his mind.  For something small like this, however, it didn't take a terrible amount of ire now that he had access to the ability.  
	
	He was really starting to get the hang of this, though he was going to have to train a lot harder before he could effectively use this power offensively.  There was still the unsolved business of the telepath that intervened, but that could have been anyone at this institution, Drake surmised.  He resolved that he would try to narrow it down by asking around, trying to figure out who the telepaths are.  Find a base and shrink it from there.  For now, through, there was other more pressing business.  Sally was down, possibly hurt.  He totally bailed on the crew outside. Uná 'manifested another Isaac and Nik kicked its ass', whatever the hell that means.  He'd have to get with his roommate later to elaborate.

	First thing was first, though, as Drake took a turn down another hallway, heading in the direction of the infirmary.  As he walked toward the open door, he peered inside and, to his surprise, saw a room devoid of patients.  His face took on a puzzled look as he attempted to analyze the situation while also extinguishing the miniature flame from his finger.  [color=f7976a][i]Maybe she's fine[/i][/color], he thought.  [color=f7976a][i]I mean surely we would have heard about it if there was a death on campus... right?[/i][/color].  He didn't recall hearing any ambulances earlier and surely this secretive institution would avoid submitting these mutants to general health facilities.  Drake put one hand on his hip and the other he ran through his hair as he wore a look of consternation, out of educated guesses.

	With hesitation, he left the entrance of the infirmary and walked uneasily toward the entrance of the building, intending to ask anyone if they saw a medevac of any sort leave the institution.  As he pushed his way through the doors, he surveyed the area, scanning faces and trying to decide who to ask first.  He caught a glimpse of a capless Kloe, Cleo and Syaoran.

	"[color=f7976a]Hey, guys, I'm sorry about that before,[/color]" he said with sincere regret as he walked in their direction.  "[color=f7976a]I'm just trying to get my head on straight and this place is taking me for a loop.[/color]"  Drake continued to let his gaze bounce from face to face among the other occupants of the courtyard.  "[color=f7976a]Shot in the dark, you all didn't happen to see if there was like a helicopter or an ambulance or...[/color]" then his eyes fell upon Sally and Api in the distance, who both appeared to be just fine.  "[color=f7976a]Nevermind,[/color]" he said with a smirk, glad to see she was at least physically safe.  [color=f7976a][i]Tough girl,[/i][/color] he thought at first, soon followed by, [color=f7976a][i]Is Api flying?[/i][/color].  His brows furrowed for a moment before shaking it off.  He turned his attention back to the trio, adamant about not committing the same faux pas twice.  It was Syaoran who caught his interest next.  "[color=f7976a]So I gotta ask, bud.  How old are you?[/color]"