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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec">《</span> <b>AVARIEN NARYA</b> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec">》</span></span>​</div><div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-size: 10px"><ul>
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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">There wasn't enough time to react.  Between Switch's sudden outburst, and the bad feeling wheeling in the pit of his stomach, Avarien was left standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes narrowed and defensive as he looked at her.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><i>"She's in my personal space."</i></span>  It was irritating, and it took a lot to keep his teeth grinding together to prevent himself from telling her to take a couple steps back, but maybe it was a good thing he hadn't.  From the look on her face, and just how malice her voice came off, Avarien didn't think she'd stop herself from trying to slaughter him.  And then, she wasn't there.  Blinking, Avarien glanced around, in shock.  It took him a moment to realize that she was a little more skilled than she looked, and he took off down the deck, retrieving his hands from his pockets to keep his run at a balanced pace.  From the feel and sound of things, he was needed in the cargo hold.  Of course, he had no idea as to why, but just Karita being there, and presumably harmed, had the hair on the back of his neck sticking up.<br/>
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His mad dash didn't last long before he was nearly skidding over himself to slow down.  What he saw wasn't anything to get excited about.  In fact, he wanted to frown his face off.  Karita looked alright, but with her being passed out, it was hard to really tell if she was stable.  Crouching down beside Switch, he ignored her presence entirely and looked over Karita.  With a grim sigh, he reached forward, his right hand expanded as far as it would go.  Hovering his hand over her head, he closed his eyes and concentrated extremely hard.  Normally, Avarien wouldn't even think once about healing someone, or giving them an upper hand in whatever they got themselves involved in.  But with Karita being the Captain of the ship, as well as the one he was supposed to protect, what other choice did he have?  His concentration never faltered, and after a moment of his hand going a little shaky, he relaxed and pulled his hand back to rest on his knee.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"I'll take her back to her room,"</b></span>  Avarien wore a serious face, one he didn't use often, his eyes steadily making sure what he could see of Karita was alright.  Slowly, he leaned forward and hooked his arms underneath her body.  Gently pulling her against his chest, he used his legs as leverage to help him stand and he glanced at Switch for the first time since he had walked down the stairs.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"I'd appreciate it if you got her something light to eat.  Even a glass of water, for when she wakes up."</b></span>  It wasn't hard to tell there was something off about Karita, even more so with her in his arms, but he didn't know what it was, exactly.  Giving Switch one last look, one that basically told her he'd want to know whatever she did about what happened when they saw each other next.  He didn't know if she'd actually fill him in, but as Karita's body guard, he hoped he'd get a little information.<br/>
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Walking back to Karita's room, he didn't feel the weight of her body until he settled her down in her bed.  His arms were tired, but he didn't bother worrying or fussing over it before he covered her up with her bedding and made sure she was as comfortable as he could make her.  She'd be out for a little while, with the help of what little he knew of white magic.  He didn't know what else to do until them but flop down and nestle into the chair's back and wait.</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">A cold chill ran down Jasna's spine.  She had no idea as to where it had come from, her mind no longer thinking about the ship or the people who inhabited it.  Instead, her mind was screaming for Howl.  Howl this.  Howl that.  Everything was Howl right now, the reason her heart was beating so rapidly, her blood flowing so fast and warm throughout her entire body.  The tingles she received whenever he touched her or said something in that maddening husky voice always refreshed the Howl crave she seemed to have tried to push away.  Her mood was trying to balance between animalistic arousal and discipline, but in the end, the arousal took hold of her heartstrings and started to lead her into a bigger frenzy.  The way he murmured her name didn't help keep any control, either.<br/>
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A small gasp left her lips when the cold air rushed against the flushes skin of her breasts.  It felt nice to get out of her shirt, but at the same time, this was the first time Howl was seeing her half naked in person, and not in a dream.  She felt vulnerable, but the fire inside her soul was too great for her to actually try and hide herself.  Instead, her eyes opened, looking up at Howl through narrowed slits of desire.  Shifting herself, she pulled her arms free of the long, thin coat she wore over her clothes.  Next was the tiny breast plate.  He had taken care of all the buckles keeping it attached, and all she had to do was move her hand around to the back of her neck, undo the leather strap, and let it crash to the floor without a care in the world.<br/>
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Closing her eye, she arched into his touch, loving the way his fingers glided against her skin.  When his fingers reached her breasts, and stopped moving, she opened her eye and looked up at him.  There was a moment of pause before she raised her torso and pressed it against his, loosening her legs from his waist to do so.  Pulling her legs underneath her to give her a little more height, she pressed her lips to his neck, her hands smoothing over the leather shirt he wore.  She wanted it off, clearly, but she didn't pull it up yet.  Instead, she kissed him roughly, taking hold of his lips and leading the kiss.  At the end, she parted with a soft coo, her teeth pulling at his bottom lip.  Jasna had no idea what had gotten into her; she wasn't even sure if she was still the same person she had woken up as.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"<i>Howl</i>..."</b></span>  His name was said almost pleadingly as she started to pull his second layer off.</li>
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