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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">He had been so concerned with his face that Avarien hadn't even realized Switch was balancing herself along the rail of the ship.  His eyes flickered towards her, a scowl set in place along his lips, even with the strain and pain it caused his jaw.  The thing that he hated the most out of the entire gig was that he was outnumbered.  Three women to two men.  Normally, any guy would have a hell of a time being <i>stuck</i> in the air with three women, but Avarien wasn't normal.  The last thing on his mind was sexual anything, which just made the women's presences more annoying as opposed to welcomed.  Rolling his eyes, he glanced at Karita and then back towards Switch.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"Oh, bite me, sugarplum."</b></span>  He was tempted, oh so very tempted, to send a spark of electricity her way to test exactly how good her balance was, but he knew that if he did, he'd most likely have a bigger problem hanging over his head, and getting mutinied on a floating island wasn't in his best interest.<br/>
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His mood only soured further when Howl decided to make an appearance.  The only other male on the ship, and he was against him as well.  Sighing, he flew his hands up in frustration before setting them on his hips, fingers clenching against the robes he wore.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"Says the guy who's literally stalking his fare."</b></span>  He muttered out loud, blue orbs switching from looking at Howl to looking at Jasna.  She didn't seem happy about the accusation of being stalked and glared back at him.  Hearing Howl speak as though he were a good man, raised with manners and polite tendencies, it took a lot to bite his tongue.  Which was odd for Avarien, considering he didn't have any regard for other people's feelings, and couldn't care less if he said something that was offensive.  He wasn't the kind of guy to keep the peace, especially not with a bad nights rest and most likely a disgusting purplish bruise sporting his jaw.<br/>
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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">Sexual tension wasn't normally something Jasna picked up on.  It was usually easy to ignore, especially when she had higher duties to fulfill.  But with Howl... with Howl it was different.  She could put up a front all she wanted that she didn't care, or that it didn't even register, but he knew better.  It wasn't a surprise, not to Jasna anyway, that she stiffened when Howl had said that her hitting Avarien in the face was sexy.  Her eyebrows creased together, but otherwise ignored the statement and kept her focus for the rest of the conversations.  When Karita stepped in and started to explain things, she relaxed a little more and let her hands remain at her sides, ignoring the way the air shifted her red bangs.  Her eyes watched as each of the members dismissed themselves, her eyes following Howl as he took his leave, before looking back to Karita.  Stepping up to the railing beside her, she laced a hand gloved hand over the railing's metal.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"Really all depends on what you would call a problem on this ship."</b></span><br/>
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