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[center][H1][b][u][color=c4df9b]Finbarr Callaghan[/color][/u][/b][/H1]
[b]The Galactic Bazaar[/b][/Center]
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[indent]Finbarr slept in his cat form within his quarters, curled up into a little ball of fur on those white sheets. He had chosen to take the form of the feline of terrible doom; a green eyed cat with fur as black as the darkest of nights. The superstitious would have refused to cross paths with him, lest they be cursed with a damnable fate in the future. 

However, within that mind of his, he dreamed of what could be; a quiet farmhouse in the countryside, blue skies and white clouds up ahead. There was grilling of hog meat on the backyard... He could even smell it. On the fields, he frolicked with his future children. And of course, they had a dog. A big, proud golden retriever.

[i]ring...[/i]

Finbarr sleep addled mind would be roused into wakefulness by the low him of his own Omni-Tool, interrupting his eight hours of sleep. He yawned as a cat, and picked it up as a human, stumbling a bit out of grogginess. 

[color=c4df9b]"Ah, by the emeralds. She's calling me to shop with her in the Bazaar..."[/color] Rubbing his palms together to produce some heat to put his head back into wakeful reality, Finbarr typed into the device, sending back a message to Narvia. [i][color=c4df9b]"Coming. Give me a minute."[/color][/i]

It was just shopping, so he went for elegant simplicity. He slipped himself on a grey and black coat over his white shirt, completing the look with slightly baggy trousers and a pair of shoes. Taking another minute, he combed his hair, making sure that the undercut that he had was still neat. 

And, well, he walked out of the Xuanzang, still a little sleepy, but awake. [color=c4df9b]"My, my."[/color] He approached Narvia with a low smirk. [color=c4df9b]"For a shopper, you surely are well dressed. But, I guess we think alike. Shall we go now?"[/color][/indent]