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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">This hadn't been a bad idea in Avarien's mind, to start off with.  He didn't think that someone like Karita would be so scared to sleep on her own ship that she'd have her guns hidden underneath her pillows while she slept.  After his last nudge woke her, he expected her to shift and wake up like a normal person.  Instead, she shot up, scaring the shit out of Avarien in the process.  He pulled his leg back from her side and lifted into the air, arms flying up to block any attacks that might be directed to his face.  He remained like that for a moment until he heard her voice, his clenched jaw slowly untightening, peering at her through his spread fingers, trying to catch his breath and appear calm.  Swallowing, he dropped his leg so it was fully fastened on the ground, his hands slowly recoiling, shoving into his pockets.  Instead of admitting that she had scared the shit out of him, much like he had scared her, he blew it off and tried to let the entire encounter roll off his shoulders.  Avarien wasn't a scardy cat.<br/>
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His eyes had been adverted from the time moment he had raised his hands to hide his face.  Now, as he glanced back towards Karita, he came face to face with the harsh reality that she didn't own modesty in her soul.  A purse of his lips was all that was given, his eyes remained on her face, having little interest in what her chest revealed below her throat.  He felt a little weary, standing in front of her so calmly with her half naked, but what else was there for him to do?  It wasn't like stepping outside after apologizing for walking in on her would make much sense.  Come to think of it, he was in there for a stupid reason to begin with- he had had wanted her to try his potatoes, but now?  Potatoes seemed to be the last thing he wanted to worry about.  Instead, his mind was currently tracing back to what the others would think if they heard about this.  He didn't think he could handle having people suspect he was trying to get into the Captain's bed.  That was just absurd.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"I, uh, don't think it's important."</b></span>  Blinking, he raised a hand and scratched the back of his neck, limply shrugging his shoulders.  He liked the fact that she tried to cover up, but he knew very well that the images he had seen wouldn't vanish with time.  At least, not with him unable to see them behind his eyelids every time he blinked.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"At least... well, not unless you wanna talk about it?"</b></span>  He wasn't talking about his reason for being there, of course.  He was talking about the reason why she had been shivering so much.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"What's got our fearless Captain scared, eh?"</b></span>  At first, he had been asking her if she wanted to talk a little sarcastically, not thinking he could spare the time to listen to her drone on about something stupid.  But the reason why she was scared in her sleep, and why she woke up in such a startle?  That was interesting enough to stick around for.  Grabbing her shirt, he tossed it towards her so that she didn't feel as uncomfortable and sat down, elbows leaning on his hands as he looked at her, completely ignoring his food.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"You tell me, and I wont tell the rest of the ship."</b></span>  A boyish grin fluttered over his pale lips, and for a moment, he looked like he actually might be really into this blackmail business.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"We gotta deal?"</b></span></li>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17">《</span> <b>JASNA VON SEGUR</b> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17">》</span></span>​</div><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 10px"><ul>
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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Jasna's eyes narrowed with curiosity as Switch voiced her opinion on the cargo.  For a moment, she sat quietly, thinking what she said over.  She didn't understand what she was talking about, completely unaware that the only reason her mind and body weren't picking up on the same vibes from the cargo hold were because she was too busy fighting off her own demons.  Or, to put it more simply, keeping Howl from getting his hands on her.  Her mind raced, trying to think of any reasons why the cargo would be uncomfortable for Switch, but she couldn't come up with anything.  Instead of prying into her life, she nodded her head for a moment of thinking, her eyes adverting for a moment, still a little lost in thought.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"Well, we have three weeks with it on board.  S'not the longest amount of time we've had something on board, though.  You'll be fine."</b></span>  She was trying her best to comfort Switch without actually doing so; Jasna wasn't much of a comforter, so whenever she tried, she usually just sounded a little uneasy.<br/>
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Watching Howl leave to refill his plate, Jasna took another bite of her potatoes, this one more fuller than her last.  It was an obvious motion to keep the table silent while Howl was gone, her mouth being "too full" to politely say anything.  Instead, she used the small amount of time chewing to think.  A lot of things had been getting screwy since the cargo had arrived; Karita seemed to be alone more, Switch was actually speaking up about how uncomfortable she felt, even Jasna herself was feeling a little something.  She didn't know if that had to do with the cargo hold, however.  It was becoming harder to keep her mind focused, and her dreams were a chaotic mess whenever she went to sleep anymore.  There wasn't blood, or disaster.  Only Howl and herself in unspeakable situations.  It bothered her, knowing that he was getting to her so much that she couldn't keep him out of her dreams anymore.  What she didn't know, however, was that Howl himself was controlling her dreams from time to time.  If Jasna ever found out, so help him.<br/>
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By the time he had returned to the table, Jasna's mouthful was almost fully gone.  She swallowed the rest of it the minute Howl's mouth stopped moving, her eye narrowing.  Before really thinking things over, she stood and leaned over the table towards him.  With her eye still narrowed into a small slit, she pursed her lips for a moment, trying not to let the fact that her face was inches from his go to her head.  Ignoring the fact that Switch was there, she raised one of her hands and pulled at her shirt, her breasts popping out of the material a little better.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"Like this, Howl?"</b></span>  When his eyes weren't focused anymore on her face, Jasna counted to three in her head, and without hesitation, used the hand opposite to the one that showed him more of her "goods" to punch against his face.  Her hand connected with the right side of his jaw, sending his entire body out of the table and onto the wooden floor of the Gallery.  Normally, Jasna wouldn't go to such levels to tell someone to fuck off, but she knew Howl was more than capable of handling a punch to the jaw.  It wasn't like he didn't ask for it, anyway.<br/>
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Grabbing her tray, she pulled her legs out from under the table and nodded her head to Switch, a silent goodbye.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"I think I'll find somewhere a lot less dirty to eat."</b></span>  With that, she gave Howl one last look and headed for her own quarters, ignoring the fact that her frustration had gotten the best of her in such a way that the clicking of her heels was much louder than normal.</li>
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