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[center][h1][color=MediumAquamarine]Ava Hemingway[/color][/h1][/center]
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Ava shook her head as she listened to the caravan leader boast about his second pardon by the Queen, "[i]What sort of black mail do you have on her?[/i]" She thought, sipping at her vegetable soup which was severely lacking in salt. Her eyes looked past Hannibal as he raved on, examining each face around the circle as much as the illumination of camp fire flames would let her. 

Just as she set her gaze on the exotic, awkward woman that she had met earlier in the day a silhouette blocked her view. Looking up, she noticed it to be her famous researcher acquaintance. While she had no previous knowledge of him, Hannibal was so kind as to provide some during their conversation earlier. Urs Uring; a book smart man, though clearly lacking in street smarts. Nonetheless, he might prove valuable in a sticky situation. She immediately returned his friendly smile, her somber attitude doing yet another 180. "[color=MediumAquamarine]Evenin' Urs! Of course I don't mind, take a seat on my luxurious sofa here.[/color]" She patted the sand next to her, currently sitting on the ground cross legged. 

"[color=darkkhaki]Honorable? I am not sho shure 'bout dat, Hannibal![/color]"

Ava leaned over to look around Urs, noticing Aurelia jumping to her feet and knocking over her dinner. She smirked and made eye contact with her companion again, "[color=MediumAquamarine]It seems you are just in time to join me for more Nekroz entertainment.[/color]" She laughed a bit, gluing her eyes to the female warrior who was very obviously drunk. After weeks of tracking Aurelia, Ava already knew that Aurelia wasn't usually one to drink so heavily. Aurelia was most likely a light weight, or she had been drinking since the afternoon... or both. 

"[color=darkkhaki]However... He eyed me wish dose hawkish eyesh of hish, ash if I wash nothing but a piece o' meat.[/color]"

Strangely, the Nekroz woman began eyeing Ava with her own "hawkish" eyes. As Aurelia marched her way over and pushed Urs out of the way, Ava raised a brow and set her bowl of soup off to the side. "[color=MediumAquamarine]Now that wasn't very n-[/color]" She wasn't able to get the words out before Aurelia forcefully grabbed her hand and yanked her to her feet. Ava stumbled a few times as Aurelia swayed her body to and fro, though eventually she caught up with her new dance partners movements. At this point it was simply better to go along with the woman's antics rather than take her down in front of everyone. Plus, the damn woman had an iron grip around her hand. 

Shivers traveled through Ava's spine as Aurelia's hand wandered further down her lower back, their faces edging closer together. Aurelia reeked of alcohol, enough for the both of them. The thought of twisting Aurelia's hand backwards, stepping out of her embrace and putting her into an arm lock crossed her mind for a brief moment, but it was too late to do anything. Aurelia sloppily pressed her lips to Ava's, causing the brunette's emerald eyes to grow wide and tense her body in shock. Ava pushed her away, though Aurelia just giggled and danced away from her without a care in the world. She narrowed her eyes on Aurelia as she finished her story before turning and heading back to Urs. Surely a better companion to have than Aurelia. "[i]Should've killed her when I had the chance...[/i]"

"[color=MediumAquamarine]Did you enjoy the show?[/color]" Ava laughed as she found her previous spot, sitting down in the sand once again. She wouldn't let the crowd, nor Urs, know that she had been so annoyed with Aurelia. It was better to remain indifferent to it. It was not so much the kiss that had irked her, so much as Aurelia's complete disregard for approval. Quite like Aurelia's oh-so hated Mr. Evans, ironically enough. 

[sub][@Inuyasha][@Viciousmarrow][/sub]