[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 > Hallways  [color=ed1c24][b]Interactions/Mentions:[/b][@KatKook][@Damo021][/color] 
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	Drake blinked a few times, trying to process what he just witnessed before returning the greeting.  "[color=f7976a]Hey.  Well, that was ballsy[/color]," he said with a smirk before extending his hand out to Cleo to help her to her feet.  "[color=f7976a]I hope you're alright.[/color]"  Drake looked her up and down.  Nothing seemed too off upon initial inspection.  His attention then turned back to the door itself.  

	In a raised voice, he called out to Khloe, "[color=f7976a]Hey, I think I can apply heat to the door, and it might work and help melt some of this...[/color]" he waved his hands at the doorway, "[color=f7976a]...you know.  Ice.[/color]"  He took a moment to realize that this predicament was pretty unbelievable.  What the hell happened on the other side of this thing?  "[color=f7976a]Comes with a possible drawback, though.  We could potentially set this whole place on fire.  No big deal.  Thoughts?[/color]"