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[center][h1][color=SteelBlue]Avalanche Sandrovich: Turntable[/color][/h1][/center]
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Avalanche blinked in confusion, as he turned his attention from the waitress to the ghost-killer for hire. Amidst her spiel on academies and orphans, it occurred to him that she had assumed he was flirting with [i]her[/i]. His attempt at setting up a mood interfered with, he looked at her with an annoyed squint. The nerve of that girl! To think she would assume his standards were so low that he would try putting the moves on a woman NOT wearing a tiny skirt!

[color=SteelBlue]"'Ey, 'Ey, I wasn't talkin' to YOU, lady!"[/color] He replied to her, pointing his thumb towards the pink-haired waitress. [color=SteelBlue]"I was [i]speakin'[/i] to this hardworkin' member o' this [i]fine establishment[/i]...."[/color]

Looking the black-haired woman over, however, Avalanche made a brief, lightning-fast analysis....she didn't look TOO bad. Perhaps if [i]she[/i] were in a tiny skirt.....He didn't get far in that particular train of thought, however, as in the corner of his eye he could see a younger-looking Chaser attacking the roaming spirits in the cafe'...with a burlier one offering his aid. Annoyance had turned to curiosity had turned to apprehension...he was going to have a damn heart attack if he kept doing emotional hard turns like this. He might not even live THAT long, if these ghosts got pissed.

He looked towards the burly warrior, holding up a hand toward him. [color=SteelBlue]"Hey, hold on a second, hold on a second...We don't gotta do this VIOLENTLY, do we? Think about the property damage, yeah?...I like the ghost repellant idea better, s'a lot [i]cleaner[/i] that way..."[/color]

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