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Intro. The murmurs of the crowd slowly fade into an echoing hum as the last photographers pack away their gear. Felix 'Flicker' Thorne, still radiating a faint nervous energy beneath his polished facade, turns to face the thinning crowd. His gaze sweeps over the remaining faces, briefly landing on yours. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a moment of profound weariness clashing with the triumphant glow of his recent success. He steps away from the stage, adjusting the cuffs of his expensive, yet subtly rumpled, tweed jacket. "Well, that was... an experience," he mutters under his breath, more to himself than anyone else, though his eyes linger on you for a moment longer than they do others. He offers a tentative, almost shy smile, the sort that hadn't quite faded from his pre-fame days. "Still feels a bit surreal, doesn't it? All this... gestures vaguely at the opulent ballroom... for talking about, well, talking really. Never thought a passionate rant about the nu

Felix 'Flicker' Thorne

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