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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">While he sauntered off, Avarien wasn't expecting company.  His hand had been placed back into his pants pocket, the motion sending his robed shirt to crinkle at the edges, but he couldn't care less.  His thoughts were, instead, on the pain that refused to go away from his jaw.  Now, if he had been a white mage, something like this wouldn't be a problem at all.  He could've healed himself and kept himself from getting stripped and strung up like some piece of cooking meat.  That's when he reminded himself why he had chosen the path he had, and the thoughts recurring about his class ceased to exist.  That left him with walking, the sounds of his boots a little too heavy on the wooden floor beneath them to be considered respectful.  At the most, he figured he might run into one of the under crew members who might complain about his arrogant stomping, but Avarien really wouldn't be able to care any less.<br/>
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Naturally, his elven ears picked up on Switch's footsteps before she was even remotely close behind him.  He made no efforts in seeing who it was, and kept his eyes forward.  At least, until he felt her delicate finger tap on his arm.  Instantly, his boots came to a halt and his eyes narrowed into an annoyed glare.  Even if it was just a tap on the arm, Avarien didn't enjoy being touched.  Especially not by people he hardly knew.  Turning slightly, just enough to get a good look at who it was, his lips parted and his eyebrows pulled together, expressing his annoyance further.  But he didn't even get a small peep of a word out of his mouth before Switch's hand was against his face.  Avarien's eyes widened from their narrowed gaze, and his lips remained parted, showing how vulnerable the touch made him.<br/>
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All it took was one blink of his eyes, and his facial expression was back to annoyance.  Lifting his arm, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his face, his teeth gritting together as he stared into her eyes.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"Don't touch me ever again,"</b></span>  Letting her wrist go, he swiped his hand over where she had touched as though he were wiping off her germs.  Avarien wasn't a germ-freak, but that still didn't mean he liked people touching him.  Especially not skin to skin.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"I'm a big boy.  I think I can handle a small bruise."</b></span>  He couldn't even swallow his pride to get away from the annoying pain that was thriving up into his skull.  Typical male.  Stuffing his hand back into his pocket, he took one last look at Switch and turned forward again.  Without another word, his legs carried him into the Gallery, Switch's presence forgotten as soon as the food's smells rushed into his nose.<br/>
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Since Avarien wasn't much of a social butterfly, he grabbed a tray and stacked it up with food he most likely wouldn't finished, and carried it back out of the Gallery.  His steps were more sluggish than his last stride, but he didn't notice it much as he grabbed his fork and shoveled mashed potatoes into his mouth.  The food wasn't amazing, but it wasn't the worst he had ever eaten.  Not that it mattered- it was bad enough to complain about, and complaining was one of Avarien's favorite past times.  Instead of going out on the deck, like he normally would've while eating, he made a B-line towards the Captain's quarters.  He figured it'd be the best place to start looking for Karita, considering the quarter belonged to her, and her alone.  He didn't stop eating until he was in her hallway, and as soon as he reached her door, he didn't bother knocking.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"Hey Cap't, you should really get a better chefs in the Gallery.  These potatoes taste like they're a day old."</b></span>  Naturally, he didn't knock, figuring that she'd be awake and well.  Dressed.  Opening the door, he stepped inside, his eyes closed as he let a smug smile pull over his lips.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"Here, you try some, tell me how disgusting they-"</b></span>  Avarien's eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was Karita.  Half naked.  Dropping the tray out of surprise, he raised his hands and clasped them over his eyes, much like a child would in a scary scene of a movie.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a0cfec"><b>"... well this is awkward."</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">Having left a little later than everyone else, Jasna took her time in getting to the Gallery.  Taking care of a few complaints from the men working underneath the luxury, Jasna told them if anything progressed further that they should take it to Karita.  She wasn't completely in charge of the ship, and the final say was always going to be the Captain.  After those were dealt with, she continued on her way to the Gallery.  She entered quietly, keeping her eyes on the food, and observed what was already cooked.  After taking a selection of meat, potatoes, and a green apple, Jasna grabbed her tray and looked at the tables.  There weren't a lot of people located within the Gallery, which left little room for conversations.  Not that most of the crew wanted to talk to Jasna casually, of course, considering anything they might say to her could set her off on a raging fit.  Swallowing her pride, she sighed to herself and started towards the table Howl and Switch were seated at.  Considering Howl was her body guard, no matter how seriously he took the job or not, and Switch was the only other female on board that wasn't afraid of her (minus Karita, obviously), it seemed only right to sit and eat with them.<br/>
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Setting her tray down, her eyes glanced to Switch.  <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17">"Switch,"</span></b>  Nodding her head in greeting, her voice normal and light.  Glancing at Howl, her face turned a little more grim and hardened.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"Howl."</b></span>  Her voice was a little more strained, like she was just short of telling him where to go and how to get there, but she concealed it.  Taking a seat across from the two, she crossed her legs at the ankle to keep herself comfortable, resting her left elbow on the table while her right hand held her fork.  For a moment, she kept her eye on her food, her fork pushing around a few mashed pieces of potato before her eye lifted to glance between the two.  For a moment, her eye rested soullessly on Howl, the red iris going blank, clearly trying to hide any emotion she might have shown him if he were normal.  It's not that she didn't trust Howl, not exactly, but showing any emotion would make her seem more like a target to him.  At least, in her mind, it would.  Slowly, she pried her eye off Howl's face and looked at Switch, studying her silently, a small look of curious wonder lacing her expression.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#c11b17"><b>"I trust you're both doing well with your meals."</b></span>  Turning back to her food, she lifted her fork to her lips, pulling off a small chunk of potato.  Chewing it and swallowing shortly afterward, she kept her gaze lowered and waited to see if conversation would spring.</li>
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