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[center][h1][color=SteelBlue]Avalanche Sandrovich: Turntable[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=SteelBlue]"What a great way to kick off a night....a haunting."[/color]

Avalanche rubbed his eyes, grumpily mumbling to himself, before putting his sunglasses back on. As usual for his evening routine, pretty much nothing was going right. He quickly glanced at the various creepy spirits infesting the halls of the cafe', though not for very long, as he was certainly not going to make eye contact with any of these grim-looking revenants. One might consider it unwise, sitting at a table in the middle of a bar filled to the brim with frightening ghosts. But his [i]feet hurt,[/i] god damn it, and he was not about to let a bunch of [i]dead people[/i] stop him from taking a load off.

The question he pondered now, however, was who exactly was going to be the one to solve this minor ghost conundrum? [i]He[/i] sure as hell wasn't going to do it. Those ghosts looked liked they meant business, and he was sorely outnumbered. And his feet hurt! Being the intellectual tactician that he was, he simply deemed it unwise to attempt to start a conflict with odds like those, especially when he wasn't going to be paid for it. You don't do work for free, that was his number-one rule in life.

He felt a minor sense of relie-.....[i]satisfaction,[/i] when he noticed a Chaser nearby offering her ghost-busting services to one of the maids....his favorite maid at the Dangeki Cafe', in fact. His mood brightened considerably at the sight of her, as it always did. He always admired her can-do attitude, her willingness to charge headlong into the thick of danger....and those LEGS. [b]MM.[/b]

He briefly breathed into his hand to smell his own breath, before slicking his hair back slightly and flagging her down the moment her attention was toward him. [color=SteelBlue]"Hey there, beautiful!"[/color] he said with a sleazy smirk, making a quick flick of his hand to turn the chair opposite him toward her. [color=SteelBlue]"How much will it cost me to have you take a break at my table and chat for a little while?..."[/color]