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[HARLEY DAWSON]

[style=width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; background-color: #5F2434; padding: 5px]Fire types lined the edges of the volcano, moving aside for the fierce presence that was making its way through their home. Harley sauntered into the few craggy openings on Fieyro volcano, his steps barely making a sound with all of the noise coming from the volcano's core. Floating behind him was Scorpa, his Gengar. The creature had a malicious smile on his face as he merely gave looks to the other pokemon inhabitants of the volcano. He snickered a little as they all cowered in fear before returning to Harley's side. Har raised an eyebrow, giving his ghost type a small flick on the forehead. "Jeez, be careful with what ya try and scare, aye? I'd rather not have to save you from something huge an' menacing." Scorpa let out a soft hiss at that -- he could take care of himself, damn it.

Ignoring his ghost's anger, Harley looked ahead in the tunnel, seeing that one of them went straight downward. That was probably the entrance to the underground ones."Careful, don't wanna get caught down there," he muttered to himself, his hand moving to the sword on his holster. Scorpa floated in front of him, looking around to hopefully get some training done.

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[TEMPEST HIGGINS]

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[HARLEY DAWSON]

[style=width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; background-color: #5F2434; padding: 5px]Looking over his shoulder at the woman who deemed herself as his babysitter, he gave a wink and shrugged a bit. "Aye, never said this was training for Scorpa here." He gave a quirk of his eyebrow before turning back to his Gengar. Scorpa let out a hissing laugh at Tempest and circling around her, his arms spread wide and his little claws wiggling. "Scorpa, get your butt over here," Harley called with a snicker, offering Tempest a bright grin. He flirted with her constantly, but she didn't seem to believe -- or want to believe -- that he was actually quite serious about the things he said to her. He thought she was beautiful, sexy even. Her wit made him laugh, she balanced him out with... you know, actual intelligence.

"I'm training for us, Tempe, we're in a dangerous place... keeps us on our toes, aye? It's better than being in Thundra." That place kinda freaked him out a bit. He sighed a little and rolled his head against his shoulders. "Kinda hot in here~" he said with a grin, shrugging his jacket off so his sleeveless shoulders, covered in freckles, were exposed.

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[TEMPEST HIGGINS]

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[atrb=style, background: #9AB6EA; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.9][style=height: 375px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: FFFFFF]Tempest raised an eyebrow right back at her captain as his Gengar, Scorpa, circled around her. With a groan, she brought a hand to her head and closed her eyes, her thumb and pointer squeezing at the bridge of her nose as if fighting an oncoming headache, "Harley, you keep me on my toes with your constant..." she didn't even know the right adjective to describe exactly what she felt right now, and so instead, she just let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through her hair. "I have no idea how you manage to keep your crew in order at all." Tempe let out a snort of contempt when Harley made another futile attempt to flirt with her. Really, he wasn't getting anywhere, so why did he still bother? Sure, she'd warmed up to him a little since their first meeting - which was rather unpleasant, to put lightly - but she had no intentions of getting to know him on a more personal level. After all, Harley was pretty much just lucky that she didn't want to kill him anymore. Tempe had every right to hate him - he'd captured her and taken her from the only life she knew to become a pirate. Against her own will. And now he was flirting with her? Now Tempest was aware that Harley wasn't always the sharpest on the block, but he couldn't be dumb enough to think that she'd fall for him just cuz he was showing off a little skin. Tempe still hadn't forgiven him for kidnapping her, "Sure. Just keep your pants on alright?" [/style] [tr][atrb=style, background: #8197a8; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.8; height: 15px; ][style=height: 15px; width: 275px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; color: 434645; margin-top: -20px; ]WORDS; who cares. TAGGED; harley NOTES; meh. [/style]

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[HARLEY DAWSON]

[style=width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; background-color: #5F2434; padding: 5px]"My constant...?" he questioned, staring at the incredibly irritated looking woman with a grin. "Me-ness?" He winked at her again, chuckling a little. Scorpa snickered as well -- they all knew it was true, Harley was truly a handful. "I don't, they take care of themselves~ I just bark at them and they do all the work." Why else would he be dressed like a bit more elaborate version of one of his crew members? He wasn't above them, he just happened to have a nicer bedroom on the Nocturne compared to the rest of them. Of course, any and all were welcome to sleep there, anyway...~

"Aw, you're boring!" He looked over his shoulder and grinned before it faltered a little. He could still see it... that absolute hate in her eye, a spark that he feared he would never be able to quell. He sighed and felt his gaze move to the ground, his shoulders slumping a little. "I was selfish. I'm sorry." She probably would get what he was talking about, but at that point he didn't want to say any more in fear of fucking it up.

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[TEMPEST HIGGINS]

where's your undying love?

[atrb=width,380px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] Tempest shook her head, but the faintest of smiles could be seen on her face, "Yeah... your constant 'you-ness'." Great, she was beginning to become amused by Harley's stupidity. That was a dangerous sign. Of course though, as soon as that smile had appeared, it was gone again, her eyes back to their stoney, cold seriousness that she always portrayed. Sorry wasn't gonna begin to cut it. He'd quite literally changed her entire life... and yet-- "Look... I guess if I wanted to leave so badly I could've just gone by now." she muttered. What in the hell was she saying? "Despite the fact that I think you're a prick for doing this to me, I can't say I don't... kind of enjoy it. Don't you dare let that get to your head though. I'm still not stripping any of my clothes for you. Ever." She snorted after that, smirking a little, "So can we please get this over with, Captain?"

tell me the story of your life.

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[HARLEY DAWSON]

[style=width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; background-color: #5F2434; padding: 5px]Harley smirked a little at her response, hearing the amusement in her tone of voice. Very little about her could get past Harley at this point -- he had spent too much time around her in the past few months for her to be able to pull the wool over his eyes. The smile made him smile as well. It was contagious and he was helpless to it, it made him as gooey as a Slugma in the hottest volcano. Her smile disappeared after he spoke, though, making him sigh and avert his gaze once more.

She spoke, and he swallowed, shaking his head. "I..." He started to speak before shaking his head again. Was she starting to forgive him? Was this really something positive to her? He couldn't tell if he should be happy or sad... he had no idea what to think. So, as usual, he didn't. Instead, he stepped forward and moved his hand to cup her chin gently, loose enough for her to easily get away. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her forehead in a heartfelt but chaste kiss. "... thank you. Thank you... for not leaving." He smiled a little sadly, shrugging his shoulder. "I'd let you go any time you wanted at this point... as long as you know." Turning his gaze, he nodded and walked forward, calling Scorpa back to his side.

"Aye! Let's get a move on!"

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[TEMPEST HIGGINS]

where's your undying love?

[atrb=width,380px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] Harley seemed a little confused at her words - but hell, she couldn't really explain herself either. She wasn't sure what possessed her to say something like that. Tempest wasn't gonna forgive him... was she? She shook her head as well, a sigh of her own forcing its way out of her. And then came her big mistake of the day: taking her eyes off Harley... for only a second. She had averted her gaze from the Captain of The Nocturne to pull herself together, but it seemed that wasn't gonna happen so easily. A few moments later, a hand was at her chin, and a soft kiss placed on her forehead. To be honest, Tempe really had no idea what was going on until after it happened... and as soon as she'd absorbed his words and actions, she went bright red with embarrassment - fury too, to be fair - but mostly embarrassment. "Harley," she warned, her eyes narrowing slightly as he walked ahead. But she couldn't help but find his words... sincere at least. She couldn't say she appreciated the kiss, but at least he seemed like he was being honest. Idly, she wondered if she should take the opportunity to leave, especially since he basically said he would let her go without a second glance. But I'd only be leaving to see if he was actually true to his word. Tempest often went back and forth when it came to putting her trust in Harley. He was a good guy, that much she could tell by now after several months on his ship, but she still couldn't quite get over the whole... kidnapping thing.

tell me the story of your life.

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[HARLEY DAWSON]

[style=width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; background-color: #5F2434; padding: 5px]Har couldn't contain his grin as soon as she began to flush. He couldn't help himself, though, it was adorable to see her blushing... and he felt a surge of pride knowing that he was the one who had caused it. He knew better than to think she was all goo though; there was certainly a part of that red face that was aimed at trying to make his testicles explode with sheer visage, but he was certainly happy to take what he could get. "Yessss~?" he crooned back at her warning remark, giving her a grin that split his face in two.

Honestly, he had no idea what had come over him when he stole her away. He had never been one to live in the moment that much, so it even took him by surprise. But he kept through the charade for nothing but his pride. There was something... else about her though. There was a trapped look in her eyes when he first saw her, as if she was a caged hawk. He certainly didn't mind setting that vicious bird free, especially when she was able to let herself go more around him. "Are you going to leave now? If I gave you the opportunity, would you just fly off?" he asked her as they walked, his hands behind his head.

"I know what I did was stupid... it would take even more of a fool than myself to not realize it... but --" His speech halted as he heard a large thud a few yards ahead.

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