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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 24, 2008 9:38:56 GMT -8
Unnecessary Acts Of Violence Ten minutes.
And what was the German doing in those ten minutes?
Staring. Straight ahead. Sucking and sucking and sucking on that little mint. At most, he'd give Frau Red Eyes a few sidelong glances here and there. A veteran smoker? He'd have to assume so, more rather because of his little knowledge of the girl's past. Not like judgment was going to be passed or something silly like that, though. No. There was bigger fish to fry, anyways.
Admittedly though, he was very surprised to see the Frau crush the cigarette packet and throw it away. Like some sort of paradoxical self-ironical event that he was completely out of the loop of. Which, he might have been, coincidentally enough for all he knew. A few (six??... But the box only says two...) Tylenols went flying into her mouth, and he shoved the rest into his back pocket.
Ah. Well, he noticed to some satisfaction, as she made rather unfeminine cracking noises from her back, that she was notably that much more happy. Huh. Smoking... Maybe it wasn't that bad---Naw. No. Too much to do, rather than spend it on stupid boxes of cardboard.---“alright time to find the sword…and face the nurse” -_x"..Your not seriouz..."No. Not a question. Almost more like a command. Frau here couldn't possibly be serious, after being shot with a God-damned TRANQUILIZER gun. Besides, as crazy as the nurse was, they still technically needed her. Oki Nanda wasn't here all the time anymore, so the school was doing what it could, where it could... On the legit side, anyways, he added darkly to himself.
Hand going about the hilt of his wooden bokken, he began to walk up beside the girl, again. Watching her disembowel the imaginary nurse, with the flick of her eye, he was only looking forward again, sideways to make sure he was keeping in pace with her."Und vat do you intend to do, eh?" |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 24, 2008 14:13:00 GMT -8
“ve, I am sir…very serious invact” she said now mocking him in a French accent. Though it was a little worse off then her German one. She smirked and continued towards the school the entire way into the campus she hummed and sung softly to herself. For a girl with her brute strength her voice was soft an perfect. She didn’t miss a note and only had one flat tone which seemed more on purpose then accidental. She let herself go when singing. However as soon as the broken nurses window came into view she grinned. She jumped up as fast as she could using trees and other window ledges as foot supports. She found herself at the window in about five minutes and crawled inside. She was out in a flash jumping all the way down. She gripped onto a branch what seemed last second and felt the ground beneath her feet the next.
“too bad, nurse is out” she smirked walking over to unfettered with a grin. Suddenly her face glared and she pushed unfettered to the ground.
“get down!!!” she yelled as two darts flew past her ear. “thank god I haven’t lost my senses when it comes to guns.” She said grinning. This made her happy, or was it the burst of Tylenol and nicotine in her system? She couldn’t tell but she was on her feet dodging tranqs at every turn. If she wasn’t an obvious gunslinger before she was now. She grinned pulling unfettered up by the collar.
“time to initiate the twenty-two scadoo!” she laughed brightly pulling him out of the firing zone.
“man this school is tuff huh!?” she said jogging with unfettered behind her.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 24, 2008 16:12:50 GMT -8
“ve, I am sir…very serious invact” Shudder.
Not only was her (terrible, in his opinion) choice in an accent French, but she didn't even say the 'Oui' right to properly insult him. As if he wasn't worth the time for a proper insult... he couldn't tell at this point which would affect him more. But bit by bit, he was slowly getting accustomed to her... 'humor'. And the fact that she wasn't actively driving them off and that he hadn't already ditched her led him to believe that they had some sort of odd 'acquaintance-ship' going on.---
Huh.
But he was glad, at least to have stuck around to find out about 'this' little bit about her. Humming, singing... Honestly, when was the last time he'd been around a girl who'd do that? Oh. Right. Never. Literally, the first time. Not only that, but Frau Red Eyes appeared to have a wonderfully natural understanding ear for music. The tempo, intonations, tone, volume...---Eck. Except for one note... But... Hm. Could he be imagining it, but did it seem to be 'depressing' on purpose? No. Maybe just his imagination.---Of course, that was when he realized they were already back on school grounds.
Would she seriously go and attack the nurse?---
-_-
It wasn't so much the fact that the girl was already jumping into the trees, and back into the broken window of the nurse's office with the malicious intent to maim/mutilate/kill. No, he was irritated himself for being so surprised. After all, she was almost as bad as him back in the day. Expecting a scream, and not sure if he should have jumped up with her to stop her... or even help her take down the seemingly psychotic nurse, he felt slightly miffed to see her jump back down, swing about a branch, and land ever so elegantly, without any vocal confirmations.
Putting on the best crooked smile he could, he raised an eyebrow at her, as if to say 'Well?'.“too bad, nurse is out” Relief and disappointment. And if disappointment was there, he knew this Frau was increasingly becoming a bad influence on him. But the grin was satisfying enough---As if to say she'd read his mind, she threw him a glare---“get down!!!” *OOF*"Vait, vat!?---Oh. Oh..." Realization over what she meant dawning at him, as he saw two flicks of something fly past her ear. What threw him off was the quickly returning, but ridiculously inappropriate smile in this ridiculous situation. It was almost cute. -_- Almost.“thank god I haven’t lost my senses when it comes to guns.” Sense to guns? What the hell? Seriously, what was this girl doing before she came to this school? Not even given a chance to realize (and appreciate) that she was on top of him, he was suddenly dragged about, things flying past them. Darts, again, he'd have to guess? Honestly, where did the school get the funding for this sort of---No. Darkly smiling to himself... He knew the answer.
As for this girl...
Some kind of gun training or something. Had to. Only way to explain this whole deal.---Choking as she'd pull him along like a toy wagon in tow, his neck the apparent steering wheel. Choking on his collar, his legs struggled to keep up with the Frau.---"Tch..ow..." he'd grumble. A near-hit missing him, scratching the front of his nose lightly.“time to initiate the twenty-two scadoo!” "Vat? Vat's a twenty-two scadoo!?" was all he could say, being let go, but feeling forced/compelled to run after her.“man this school is tuff huh!?” "Ja... You're only zeeing ze---*TUCKG*---VUCK..."Promptly, he breathed in, breathed out... and slowed down considerably. But was still running.
His left ankle looked... frozen. Yes, the pants part of it as well. With a dart sticking out the back of it. Ja."Tch... mein luck..."Quick to slow down the blood flow, but he'd never done a partial Qi usage. Hell, they hadn't even shot at the right person, dammit... |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 24, 2008 20:58:40 GMT -8
Bastille blinked and looked behind her.
“OI YOU….HEY GET UP….AWW SHIT” she cursed and turned on her heal dodging another tranq and grabbing him by the shirt again this time using a good portion of her strength and speed to get them into a boys bathroom. Bastille pulled a door off its hinges and barricaded the main door with it. Only then did she realize….other boys where in there. She glared at them and snorted.
“aw take it like guys and keep to your business, I aint lookin!” she hissed and they all seemed to try and ignore her then. Bastille began to slap unfettereds face.
“hey ho….wakie wakie” she grumbled.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 24, 2008 22:58:39 GMT -8
Das Sandmännchen Crap. Looked like he activated his Qi around his leg too late. And his already slowed heart sunk down to a [sarcasm]possibly more dangerous level[/sarcasm]. His eye closing... Struggling. But the tufts and waves of sleep were washing over him... A tired body, still running on, raggedly, as the Frau ran back for him---Ran back for him? Why? Tch. Should be running further. It'd give him a chance to... sleep... *Yawwwnn...*~
---“OI YOU….HEY GET UP….AWW SHIT”“OI YOU….HEY GET UP….AWW SHIT” “OI YOU….HEY GET UP….AWW SHIT” Echoes. Rushing wind, and force threw his body, practically in the air, legs dragging in the ground. Flying? Almost. His vision had already faded, but as much as it frightened him, this loss of control, he was still propelled forward. Body wouldn't wake up, but he was conscious... barely. Couldn't move, a feeling of helplessness.
No. No. No. No...
He didn't like this feeling at all. No dreams would be appreciated at this moment... They were more often then not conniving, twisting into nightmares on him.
Had to get out of the...
...“aw take it like guys and keep to your business, I aint lookin!”“aw take it like guys and keep to your business, I aint lookin!”“aw take it like guys and keep to your business, I aint lookin!”Suddenly, waterfalls. Hundreds of them. And a naval battle. Hundreds of ships, battling it out, right before they'd fall, one by one off the massive waterfall. Ship-Eater. Jagged rocks like teeth. And all the while, the German was swimming, holding onto dear life for a buoy...---*WHACK*
The buoy came loose, a ship ramming into him. Arms raced forward to cling onto whatever they could---“hey ho….wakie wakie”“hey ho….wakie wakie”“hey ho….wakie wakie”“hey ho….wakie wakie”Provided she hadn't moved, she would find the German's arms suddenly having clung around her waist, pulling her to him---Which, upon the third blink of his eye, he'd look straight ahead, before the dawning would hit him. Warm."..Ach, müssen Sie Scheißen mich sein..."..There would be a moment's hesitation, but he'd quickly shove her off. Even if he wanted to, that would be the worst cliché to play off of. Nothing good ever came from him being involved with women. Frau Red Eyes was a perfectly good example of this. And while his eye was still partially closed, he nodded in curt gratitude, to hopefully get that bit over with, as soon as possible... But his mind was still obviously frazzled.
Granted, he technically shouldn't be waking up that fast... Which was obvious from his still nodding head. But he looked at her, legs tucked into his chest, right palm holding up his head, as he was sitting down, looking at her. Appearing bored, but just... really tired."Alright... so now vat?"Itchy.
Oh wait... *Plunk*
...That the dart from the back of his leg. -_x
-_x
-_x... *snooooorrreeee....*
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 24, 2008 23:30:33 GMT -8
Bastille groaned. However suddenly his arms clasped her waist. What, what was going, why…uh…. Her mind was blowing a circuit just from being held like that. She pushed herself away more then being shoved off and growled at him defensively. She then looked at the other guys who where now apparently finished with their business and huddling in a mass near the largest of the stalls. Bastille decided her anger was better wasted on these dorks. One who had enough attitude to thing the reason for her approach was more sexual then casual. Bastille gave him a round house kick to the groin and then punched the next runner up. Dragging them all towards the door with no more strength then anger would grant her, she literally tossed them out the door into the firing zone. She smirked clapping her hands together and standing triumphantly after replacing the barricade door.
Bastille looked at unfettered and for a long moment struggled internally. She saw his sleeping expression and it reminded her of him. Why him, why did every guy have to remind her of him. She sighed and let her more pathetic side get a hold of her. She took out her handkerchief and ran it under the faucet going to dab it across his face. She then let it rest over his eyes and she sat back against the wall. She hated doing that. But she did.
She didn’t say anything, rather let him sleep. She let her mind wander.
his rambling was constant. He spoke in his sleep and Bastille sometimes felt rather inclined to slam his face with a frying pan. However she continued to silently cook the noodles they would need for dinner. She turned off the heat when it was done and walked over to wake him up only to find he was mumbling in pain. She took out the cool wash rag from her apron and ran it over his forehead. Her pillow case outfit looked like a small brown dress under the apron. She began to hold back and stared a long moment before rising to her feet and heading towards the pot again. She let herself hum a song to tune out his rambling.
"men" she grumbeld.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 25, 2008 12:15:04 GMT -8
OOC: Not completely accurate, but most of the following of these are based off of actual dreams/nightmares... You know, the types that you can't really explain, just feel? Anyways, they're in the spoiler, if you want to try to make sense of them.Das Sandmännchen Part 2: Awakening * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dreams.
Memories.
Nightmares.
Not too much difference, if you looked at all of them. The voice of reason. More like the touch. Couldn't really tell. But he had the vague feeling, the German that is, yes, he with the long white hair, as opposed to the... Wait. No, that wasn't him, was it? No... yes. Yes it was. That boy, with the long white hair, the Nazi eye-patch over his missing left eye. This is where he vaguely knew the dream started, his subconscious kicking into high gear.
Irritating. That nightmare again. Where he wasn't even a person, just a moving pile of dirt. Literally. They (for he could not define who 'they' were) were inside a collesum with no wholes. Just engravings in the 'floor' of wall, that went on like a hamster trap. How did it go again? Moving with speed, doing the same thing over and over again, but if he didn't achieve the touch with the dark bit, the whole game, the entire cycle had to repeat itself all over again, like a roller coaster. Hated heights... thank God it was all on the walls. Or floors. Gravity evidentially held no meaning here.
Going as fast as he could, running/moving about as quickly as he could, that familiar feeling. Fear no longer gripped him for losing the articles, for not completing his objectives on time. But still, they remained as thus. Like a huge battle between the subconscious for itself. The voice of reason. Enter the mini-game. As a moving pile of dirt, he had to avoid all the obstacles, while going as fast as he could. Nightmare of the rate race, and the futility of school?
---Dammit. The night dream. Freaking knights, colored purple and orange and whatnot. Like from one of those freaky 'animes' or whatchamacallits'.
...All to wake up into another set of nightmares and dreams. None that need go into details. Dreams that his hair was suddenly short, that he'd actually gotten together with Jenna, but then felt longing for for the School Captain, who'd ignore him anyways.---Surprisingly, this segment ended rather quickly.
Father... that old man... and mother, in a glass coffin. Still beautiful, preserved in his mind, in this dream. But it was not "Unfettered" who stood at the foot of the coffin. No, there were two people. "Thrush" had on his old suit, and Jonathan was wearing something very 'formal'. Irritating, actually. He didn't know why, it just was. No, no forgiveness for those sins. An axe was brought up, and the German charged in... NEIN. SCHNELL.---~* * * * * * * * * * * * * "Huh, wha... WHA!?" Suddenly sitting up. Sweaty. As if he were going out to do something he didn't really want to do... yet felt compelled like he had to. Blind? No... His left hand went slowly up to his face, to feel the handkerchief over his eye. And his eye-patch. Pulled it down, looked at it. Slightly dry, but some moisture was still on it. The German looked up.
If the girl was asleep, he'd remain quiet, still. And realize that he was still sitting, in what was now an uncomfortable way.
If Frau was awake though, or slightly, he'd whisper slightly: "Oye... how long have I been out vor?"Smoothing his hair behind his ears, to 'see' better, his eye-patch in full view, he'd lean back against the wall, looking around. Hell, where were they?
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 26, 2008 15:49:03 GMT -8
Bastille had been leaning against the wall. Her eye concentrating on something far away as she pinched the bridge of her nose as If it where bothering her. She however was awake. As his voice broke whatever she was doing she seemed surprised he was still there. Frowning she leaned down next to him and swiped her handkerchief and shoved it under running water again.
“You’ve been out for a good two hours. The nurse left I think, but I cant carry you so I stayed in here, had to kick out every boy who came in.” she muttered though the memories of kicking the boy right in the groin and then throwing him and the others out the door was the best memory of the day. She ringed out the cloth and threw it back at unfettered
((sorry short....nar))
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 26, 2008 16:40:59 GMT -8
The Closet Good Samaritan? Eye caught hold of Frau Red Eyes, only to have her go to him, swipe away the... oh. A handkerchief---and put it under water---Wait, what? That was hers? Well... Ah. That made sense. Although, at the same time, it seemed to prove contrary as to what she would normally do, which kept the look of surprise on the German's face.“You’ve been out for a good two hours. The nurse left I think, but I cant carry you so I stayed in here, had to kick out every boy who came in.” ...But where was here---*SPLAP*
Grasping for it, he wiped his face, drying the tiredness from his eyes. God, two hours? Heaving in a huge breath and what came out to be a heavy sigh, he hefted himself up, with his free hand, still wiping his face lightly---Falling back, against the wall. Perhaps the sedatives hadn't worn off completely he thought darkly to himself."Danke..." he spoke, a bit louder, but more thoughtfully, as he 'temporarily' walked towards the Frau.--->_>
Urinals.
They were in the bathroom.
The BOY'S bathroom.
More specifically, SHE was in the BOY'S bathroom.
Instead of shock or what would've usually come out as 'But, vell, vy didn't you find us some place else zen!?', his lips parting, just about to say it... but he stopped, and thought. Looking at the Frau."Vy did you do all zis?"Legitimate question.
Respectfully, and in the bathroom of all places, he kept a three foot distance, her handkerchief in his right hand's grasp, as he looked at her, not necessarily interrogatively, but imploringly. Now, he really was curious.
From the kindness of her own heart? If so... there was a very soft side to her, underneath all the brashness, now wouldn't there? |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 26, 2008 17:50:42 GMT -8
Bastille splashed water on her face as well letting the water run down her face as she fumbled around for the paper towels. Once she had gained some she began to dry her face off and flick her hair back. She would need to cut it soon. It was almost touching her shoulders. She turned back at his question. She had been ready for this.
“well if I don’t nurse you back to health your not a very good shield then are you?!” she retorted bluntly. She then smiled and went for the bag she had also retrieved way back when, when she had gotten her sword. She glared at unfettered then shoved him into a stall and slammed the door shut moving herself into another stall and closing the door with a slam. She began to shrug out of the nurses outfit. Quickly putting on a pair of shorts and her fencing white polo t-shirt. It was to hot to fashion her favorite item, her bomber jacket so she left it in the bag along with the newly acquired hospital cloths. She then opened the door.
“you can come out now” she smirked and looked at herself in the mirror. She hated showing off her legs but her pants where at home. She only wore shorts when attending fencing practice outside the school. Just as well, Bastille wasn’t going to let this entire event get to her despite the shorts, or the fact unfettered was given a chance to see a little of what was left of the old Bastille. A person who was very different from the new one. That Bastille seemed to only come out when some other person was in need, more then she…it was a personality acquired with her first love, then regained with serving the second, and lost again by the time he left. Bastille only knew it to come out when the other was sleeping as well. She wouldn’t let it show otherwise. He would just have to sit with never knowing the truth.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 27, 2008 11:14:55 GMT -8
Never, Huh? Was he watching her as she washed herself? Yeah. Was he checking her out while she was washing herself? Well... he was a guy. If anything, he'd sum it up to the fact that his body was still 'slumping' because of some 'after effects' of the sedatives. His head was just naturally 'sinking' down to that angle.---“well if I don’t nurse you back to health your not a very good shield then are you?!” Pfft. Figures. But surprisingly, she was smiling as he watched her---No. He shouldn't be surprised anymore. Grinning slightly himself, he was confused as to whether or not he was actually beginning to know more about her, as he settled his hands into his pockets---Oye. Frau was glaring with those dangerous red eyes of hers. What was going to happen---*WHUMP*
*SLAM*"Hey, vat ze hell?!---Oh." as he leaned back, bending so that he didn't have to touch the damn toilet seat, his upperback leaning against the wall above it. There were subtle rustling sounds... was she changing?
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>.>
...No. He was a pervert, but he wasn't going to go about being a closet pervert. "Thrush" had the decency (>_>...) to at least show himself when he did... things to various people. Twitching at the thought, he focused more of his imagination towards other things. A very long two minutes. -_-;
*Creeaaak*“you can come out now” "Ja? Finally? Alright..."*Creea---*
Maybe he should have stayed inside. No, honestly, what the hell WAS THIS!? White polo t-shirt, shorts... Honestly, the cruelty was unimaginable. A frown fixed itself onto his face, as he shook his head. Women never ceased to amaze him, stump him, that whole thing. He believed to have at least a mild understanding, but this one was really something else. Frau Red Eyes. Yeah. 'Time to kind of fix that little thing...
Letting his eye dully glaze over her legs, he shook his head, before heading over to the sink, washing his face over, before shaking it about like a dog, letting it stand up, and fuzz about in odd angles. Taking the pains to stroke and scratch through it, untangling the bits with his fingers, he looked at the mirror, mildly annoyed with himself."Alright... zo... vill I have to settle vith referring to you as 'Frau Red Eyes' for as long as we know each other, or could you give me your name?" replacing the curiosity in his voice instead with blunt, 'bored routine' connotation to his tone. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 27, 2008 11:29:12 GMT -8
Bastille had a very bad scar on the front of her left thigh. She turned and tugged her shorts down as far as they would go to cover it up. It was the only thing she was self conscious about. She then crossed her arm and legs and leaned against the sink.
“Didn’t I tell you? Its Bastille…and yours is well what you told me was Thrush, but every time someone brings up a German kid I get the name “unfettered” I wonder why…” she smirked a very evil smirk.
She decided she wasn’t in the most appropriate outfit to be standing in a boys restroom in however she didn’t care. It was their fault if they looked too hard to long. Bastille wondered if she ever got captured how many of her “admirers” would try to come to her rescue. It was a silly thought, she’d never allow herself to be taken captive again.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 27, 2008 17:28:10 GMT -8
'Need Anymore Sexual Tension?' 'Naw, I'm Good.' Odd... was that a scar on her thigh?---“Didn’t I tell you? Its Bastille…and yours is well what you told me was Thrush, but every time someone brings up a German kid I get the name “unfettered” I wonder why…” >_>...
God, he hated that knowing, 'got you' smirk she had. But considering what she was wearing, and where they were in, he'd have to let it pass, lest he let himself get too distracted by too many things. -_-;;;...
...Yet..."Ja? Really?" he replied after a moment, putting on a grin of his own. "Now, vat makes you zink zat I'm zis... "Unfettered"? Surely zer must be more zen von German kid at zis school, ja?"Walking up to her, he looked at her, and then looked at himself. Was it really that hot out? He couldn't tell anymore. Folding his arms against his chest, he raised his brow, returning back to the present. After all, she'd just started another mental game, it seemed... Regardless of what she said, he might have or might not have cut her off, with a, "Well, anyvays, lets head out." |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 27, 2008 22:29:35 GMT -8
Bastille just shrugged it off. "whatever" she mumbeled to herself then went for the door and easily kicked it down. She walked outside scanning teh area. seemed school hours where over. Bastille sighed as it was dark.
"awww crap Homi is going to kill me, and im late for my job at the club again!" she groaned.
She scratched her head and looked grumpily at the landscape.
"man and i already missed my shooting range hours by a long shot...good thing my fencing practice isnt till tommorow" she was now grumbling to herself aloud.
(sorry short again)
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 30, 2008 0:52:22 GMT -8
That Girl. Standing In The Doorway. "whatever" *BAM*
Cringing lightly at the bouncing door, the German followed, sneaking behind the wall, as... 'Bastille' looked around. No more light, 'save the school's night time lamps and ceiling lights. God, was it really that late? "Unfettered" of course decided against looking for his cellphone at this point.---"awww crap Homi is going to kill me, and im late for my job at the club again!" 'Homey'? Somehow, a 'slang' name didn't fit. Instead of opening his mouth and possibly saying something stupid, however, the German shook his head, smiling, and remained quiet, as leaned out, looking over her shoulder, through the door's arc."man and i already missed my shooting range hours by a long shot...good thing my fencing practice isnt till tommorow" >_x;;;
...She was still standing there. In the doorway. Without moving. Interesting tidbits, though. Potentially experienced firearms user, confirmed veteran fencer, and... works at a club? Her?... What type?
>_x
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-_x
No. No use thinking about these things, or getting strange 'thoughts'. When had they ever come in handy? Oh. Right. Never. The last time he'd acted on one of those... 'strange ideas', he'd beaten a girl half to death, fought the School Captain, and went generally as low as any human being could in terms of pride, dignity, and... something... poetically epic.
...However, to reiterate: SHE WAS STILL STANDING IN THE FREAKIN' DOOR ARC.
>_x
>_x;
>_x;;;...
-_x;
*Poke*
*PokePokePokePoke...*"So, uh..." keeping as plain/neutral/calm looking face as possible, as he quickly retracted his right hand, "Are ve going not, mein dear Frau?" quickly putting on half a smirk. Still in the process of waking up, so neither his patience nor his thoughts were at top working capacity.
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