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[Jazz]

He perks an eyebrow, taking a step back and hefting his cane, looking at it

"Why the hell do I carry you these days? Here I am, barely twenty fiive and carrying my father's cane 'round with me like a security blanket...

The huge black man scratched his small dark goatee for a second then turned, tossing his old heirloom over his shoulder listening to it bounce off the door with a ping he tooks a few steps forward and stopped, thinking "I've worked six monthes to get this meeting, I'll be damned if im gonna walk away because they dont like my stick.."

With that he turned back about and watched the door intently from the other side of the street, slightly warey of the violent tendencies of the Coalition.

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Some say that he is allergic to a fungus found only between the toes of Corsairs,
and that he is oblivious to 98% of Liberty Law. All we know is...
He's called the Busdriver!