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Post by Bastille Amtrum on May 26, 2008 10:52:24 GMT -8
Bastille muttered something under her breathe then sighed and excepted his defiance to take off the coat. She continued to sit there her head feeling better. The fit would come again when her adrenaline even so much as wore off itself. She closed her eyes this time taking in his muscle movements. She would have to get around the coat though how that was possible she wasn’t sure.
She pivoted her foot slightly and opened her eyes slowly. Suddenly she was by his side again. her sword sheathed as it seemed as she dug her left fist hopefully into his face and followed by an attack to the front of the collar bone with a swift draw of the sword from its hilt. She then pushed down on his should flipping up and over him grabbing a hold of the coat in a huge fist despite weather her attacks hit their mark or not. She would pull him to the ground with her if she could only to swiftly turn around and dig her foot deeply into his face.
“even the bastard wasn’t stupid enough to fight without his hand, of course he didn’t have a nifty jacket either”
She said stepping back despite if her attacks hit or not. She wasn’t one to completely care but she would have to stay high and away from his legs. They where powerful. She smirked as blood came from her lips lightly. She wasn’t sure where he had gotten a hit or if it was her own body reacting to something else long term but she only shrugged it off smearing the blood over her lips like lipstick. She then continued to walk around in a circle around him switching hands with the sword as she pried it from her other and she cracked all the knuckles that where purple and bruised from her battle this is why she usually wore fencing gloves despite how they slowed her movement.
She then replaced the sword into her right hand and looked at him coming from the front. A direct kick would hit however she would just jump over it and use the leg to slam her own sword down against any non-jacket-covered part of his body before flipping over him again. she would run back to her outer circle and after moving around her circle slightly try it again and again. there was room for error and if he was able to land a kick down on her rather then up at her she might be stopped and forced to the ground, but only in enough time for her to roll away again. she was pretty good and getting away from close range attacks.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jun 3, 2008 19:02:40 GMT -8
Mathew was already waiting for her attack. She was fast but he was faster, and while he couldn't use his hands he was more then fine with his legs and feet. Even his head was a weapon if he needed it. Shoulders, and gravity. His whole body could be a weapon, and while the lack of hands did make things.... interesting it was far from over because of his chosen handicap. As she made her way to him he would simply rush at her before she could even start her combos against him. Normally he would have tried a slide attack but without his hands he would assume she would just jump over him. Instead he would position himself so that his shoulder would bash in to her. His intent was to send her flying away from him.
"Fact of the matter is if I used my hands you wouldn't stand a chance. I am in another league babe." He would say with a grin and raised eyebrow. He did enjoy messing with people. Fighting with a handicap just to show that they couldn't beat him. Hell normally he let them hit him just to show that he didn't get phased by it, though she was using a weapon to that was a diffrent story.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 3, 2008 19:19:07 GMT -8
“then is it worth fighting you?! You know your going to win…and im going to loose. I have a habit of loosing, when im unable to really use a gun. I could finish you in one shot if that coat where gone. But since you have the coat and im without bullets or a gun im stick with a fencing sword and my speed, and you being on a whole other field isn’t making things easier for me. It only wears me out”
She was glaring as she was now sitting several yards behind him her legs crossed. She didn’t like giving up but this was pointless, and unlike her battle with the mysterious “unfettered” she rather not end up in a hospital for fighting someone out of her league though she was now grinning at the memory. She had take a good chunk out of him in the process. Bastille was not feeling well either. Stupid Homi…and her nagging about smoking. Bastille longed for the cocaine. She returned to pouting on the ground and ignoring Mathew her intense thoughts.
“look, long story short” she said after a moment. “I give up, im not going to fight someone out of my league, I’ve already learned what I can from this battle, im avoiding the beating part…Homi will kill me if I come home with more wounds. Stupid German left me so tattered psycho room mate went off on a tirade, so tell me what I need to do matt, or should I say master…just letting you know though, I usually stop calling people master by time three…even bastard blond got tired of it after a while” she rambled.
She got to her feet and went for her bag. How she had avoided his shoulders. Well she had jumped over him. She was able at the last second, to pull back her sword gaining more wind thrust and shoving herself up in the air suing her sword as a poll volt. She now rumbled through her bag. She found what she was looking for and sheathed her rapier now working on her other item. She however zipped up the bag and looked at Mathew. She knew he wouldn’t really appreciate her giving up. But Bastille knew the difference between stupid and desperate, and she was in no hurry to be desperate to beat him.
she would come back, when she was stronger, and replay this fight to the end. She began to adjust her skirt again angrily.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jun 3, 2008 19:51:31 GMT -8
Mathew would unclasp his hands since she had given up. folding them over his arms he would look over her making a clicking noise with his tongue as he thought of what to do now. Honestly he was a bit surprised that she had actually was keeping her side of the bargain. That was interesting to him, he figured she was going to flake out and say it was stupid or something.
"There is something nice about a pretty girl calling me master..." Mathew would say as he stroked his chin thoughtfully. "However, I think Mathew will do for now." He would say with a teasing grin as he walked up to her and put his hand on top of her head messing up her hair.
"Well Princess looks like I have to take care of you. Can I trust you to be a good girl and behave?" He would ask trying to be condescending. It was his way of punishing her for giving up on the fight so soon. He hadn't even begun to play rough.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 3, 2008 20:02:23 GMT -8
Bastille growled and found a brush in minutes to sooth her hair back out. She then shoved it back looking up at him with one brow raised.
“depends on what im forced to do, I will flake out on some things, Maaasster” she said more to annoy him. Her eyes however suddenly tuned out.
She was remembering again. Her lips formed a frown as she quickly pulled herself back to reality. One of her worst traits was fading out with memories. Sometimes they just took over. Punishment for having them shoved away for so long. She looked up at him still giving him a stubborn look. Her red eyes glaring slightly. She hoped this didn’t include her wearing a bikini to school. She would of course, but she would hate it more then the skirt.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jun 3, 2008 20:27:37 GMT -8
"Oh you will? And what exactly will you flake on my pet?" He would ask switching from princess to pet since her status was now diffrent. And if she was not even going to fully do what the term was then he certainly could talk down to her. But depending on what it was she wouldn't do it wouldn't be an issue. He did need to know if he could count on her when and if he needed too. And he would probably need to make sure she got up to snuff when it came to combat. This flaking issue wasn't very comforting. If they got in to a losing battle that was a real fight he couldn't have her deciding she was done.
He would move his hand from her head folding his arms over his chest as he leaned back and watched her, his foot tapping slightly on the ground as he waited for her response to his question.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 3, 2008 20:41:30 GMT -8
“I will flake on anything I have no interest in upholding, for instance, your laundry, and any other house hold chore I already don’t do for myself. I can cook however….I also strictly do not do…..romance”
She shuddered on the last word. She wasn’t looking at him anymore lost in her thoughts again. And almost depressed expression took over her face in a few moments and she seemed lost in her thoughts. Lost indeed.
“Hey you, Bastille was it? you do know how to cook huh?” the blond scoffed.
“You finally called me by a reasonable name, and yes I know how to cook so what?!” she hissed.
“nothing, its good, my compliments…maybe ill reward you?” he said with a grin.
“don’t you dare, I wont do that just as much as I wont do your laundry you dirty man” she growled defensively.
“not that…im to tired…but I can do this” he said letting his lips fall on hers. Bastille blushed then pulled away coughing and gagging. The blond only smiled pleasantly as Bastille threw a fit. She threw the pan missing her mark as he dodged effortlessly. He then skipped away back to eat his food.
Bastille pulled herself from the memory. However her eyes were watering now. She went to push back her hair swiftly whipping the tears away in the same movement as to not notice them at all. She stared at the sky now her face more blank then any particular emotion.
“im lazy” she murmured more to the air around her then to Matthew.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jun 17, 2008 20:35:29 GMT -8
Mathew would frown when she said she would pick and choose what she was going to do and what orders to obey. That was not how he saw things going down. A slave didn't get to pick what they did and he expected her to do what he told her to do when he told her to do it for no reason other then the fact that she was told to do it. She would probably fight it, Sophia had when she faced this fate but she eventually fell in line and they were both happy when she did. He expected no diffrent here.
"Wrong. You will do whatever I tell you or I will punish you. And don't think I won't." He would say as he walked up to her grabbing her right wrist in his vice grip. He didn't intend to let her run off.
"But because you were kind enough to tell me you don't do laundry you will indeed do my laundry and clean my house. Not only that but you will also dress for the part." He would say with a gleam in his eye as he planned the location to get such an outfit.
"I even know where we can go and get an outfit for you to wear." He would say with a grin as he looked down at her with a hard gaze daring her to object. "As for romance stuff I hadn't thought about that, but I think it is a good idea. So kiss me." He would say still gripping her wrist tightly.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 17, 2008 21:00:06 GMT -8
She glared as he grabbed her wrist. As if being pulled upward she hated being short. She glared as he described his acquiesce to her request. No here she was getting even angrier. Punishment, bah! She could take it, and besides that he thought he could make her do laundry. It wasn’t so much she wouldn’t do it, it was more, she couldn’t…her and water didn’t get along so well when it came to washing cloths. She continued to internally roll her eyes and defy his terms. Suddenly out came the outfit idea. Gilgamesh had at least bought her a fine silk dress to do her duties, though out of pride Bastille had stuck to the pillow case outfit she had made but that was besides the point. She wondered if this man would allow her such courtesies though she doubted it and immediately flushed and went bright red.
Her face notably angrier. She began to fume and growl under her breath. As he continued however her face went from infuriated to utter shock and disbelief.
“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!!!” she shrieked and began to struggle and kick. She pounded as hard as she could taking her sword and jamming it as hard as she possibly could with the wrong wrist into his stomach. She hissed and glared.
“I refuse, punishment my ass, bring it on, ill take it all, this is a complete and utter waist of both of our times and you damn well know it you bastard!”
She growled. How similar did this guy have to get to Gilgamesh. How much of this torture would she have to endure before it wound up to be the same. That thought stopped her for a second. Before she thrashed even harder. This time more out of defying her own thoughts. “I REFUSE” she snarled and kicked, but that time…she was talking to herself.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jun 17, 2008 21:09:35 GMT -8
He would let her protests and assaults wash over him. The blows doing as little damage as the words to him. He was in essence invulnerable to her attempts to hurt him whether it was his pride or his body. It was almost cute how she thought she had a choice in the matter. She would learn that Mathew always got what he wanted though.
The smirk that he had when he grabbed her wrist seemed to turn from teasing to very amused. And he was, it reminded him of a child told to clean their room when they didn't want too. He felt the hilt of the sword jab in to his stomach and his smirk would turn in to a frown as he pulled her closer to him roughly as he reached his free hand around behind her and sharply smacked her ass several times giving her a spanking as if she was a child. He would then look down at her with his grin returning amused at how this was turning out and he would repeat his request.
"Lets try this again. Kiss me." He would say expecting her to fall in line this time. If she didn't then he would deal with it but it seemed she had to be trained if she was going to be any use with actual important things such as combat or whatever he needed of her. And he would train her physically, emotionally, and behaviorally if he had too.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 17, 2008 21:21:15 GMT -8
Bastilles glare was deadly. He. DID. NOT. Just .smack. her. Ass!!! She ground her teeth then took a more drastic measure. She placed her free hand on his shoulder pushing herself up and letting her lips crush against his. She didn’t close her eyes, instead she glared straight at him. Her teeth dug into his lip as she bit and ripped away from him flipping backwards hopefully with enough force to make him let of her. She growled dangerously under her breathe crossing her arms over her chest.
She decided she was taking this way badly and being childish about it. She needed to calm down and just ignore him. That was it, ignore him. However she couldn’t help but mutter a huge string of curses. If she had gotten free she would dash for it. Her feet taking her as fast as they could. She had grabbed her sword by then and was running. As far and fast as she could. She would ignore him from then on. That was a good solution, well more like avoiding but it worked.
Bastille, if she didn’t get out of his grasp would stare at him with a dangerous glare. She would not allow herself to show emotion. She would just let her pure hatred roll off of her body. Her emotions would be clear through her aura and that was for certain. She would be spending to much concentration on suppressing memories then actually fighting him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jun 17, 2008 21:32:40 GMT -8
He felt her sudden change as she kissed him roughly cutting his lip on her teeth causing him and probably her to taste the coppery taste of blood as a small trickle. It wasn't bad, it was aggressive which was a bit hot as long as she remembered her place was following him. He wouldn't let go when she tried to break away from him instead he would pull back to send her back in to him roughly. He would have to take a step back to stabilize himself but he would do so and continue to look down at her as she seemed to mentally calm herself. That was certainly a plus. He wasn't done with this. Not yet at least.
"Well that was a good start." He would say as he sucked on his lip slightly trying to stop the bleeding with his tongue. "Still I can't help but feel that was you trying to punish me. So how about we try this again and you can kiss me like a good girl." He would say with a grin as he tightened his grip on her wrist. He would spank her again if he had too. But if she was a good girl he would let her go. It was in her hands now.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 17, 2008 21:43:30 GMT -8
Nope. Not calm in the least. Her anger flared and now she was resorting to impudence. She simply scoffed and turned her face away closing her eyes and letting a snarl set on her lips. Blood was evident on them though it looked more like lipstick than anything. She would be childish. But she was in no mood to have her pride smashed any further. Anything to keep that alive. She let her thoughts wonder away from the present situation.
Something she would probably need cigarettes to stop. Man this lingering addiction was annoying. Aloud drugs to have a greater affect on her body. She continued to let her mind drift as she stood her angry position. This man was becoming just like the blond bastard. JUST LIKE HIM. This brought up memories of him. Her expression became more troubled looking. She opened her eyes and stared off at another invisible person then peeked to her side and took in matt and returned to her snide pouting and ignorance.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jun 17, 2008 21:52:37 GMT -8
Well it was good that she wasn't just broken. He liked the fire to be honest. And he would make use of it. Still she would need to learn not to bite the hand that feeds her. He didn't expect her to have no backbone but he expected her to jump when he said jump. He had no interest in her pride at the moment or her decision to pout so once again he would reach behind her and he would slap her ass sharply several times each time his palm connected a loud crack could be heard as the blows connected. He would suspect at this rate sitting down wouldn't be fun for her.
"Do I need to check your hearing too pet?" He would say before he decided to take matters in to his own hands.
With that he would lean down and press his lips to hers moving his hand to cup her face as he did so. IF she chose to bite him or anything of the sort he would let her since he was being stubborn too. He certainly wasn't going to show pain. The kiss wouldn't be long though and regardless of if she tried to hurt him in the kiss or not he would break it after only a few moments.
"Was that so hard?" He would say in a condescending tone as he once again looked down at his new pet.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 17, 2008 22:02:14 GMT -8
She ignored his spanking. Her brows furrowing and twitching each time however she did not waver. Strong. She allowed him to cup her face and kiss her. She stood stock still however she wasn’t prepared for her reaction. She could have sworn she moved her lips to his however she scoffed it off as if she didn’t. She bit her lip and kept her eyes closed not answering. She let out a ‘humph’ that sounded like a growl and then crossed her arms angrily over her chest.
“so….about the damned outfit I suggest we start looking, not everything fits me” she hissed suddenly feeling sentimental value for her pillow case outfit she had burned. She had now nicknamed matt like she had the blond bastard. He was no officially in her mind the giant ass hole. She smirked at herself for coming up with such a child like name and then turned away. She was satisfied she hadn’t kissed him, he had to kiss her to get his demand.
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