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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 5, 2009 21:37:06 GMT -8
SLAM!!! CRASH!!! ….. ….plt…plt…plt…
Ah.-ha…ah..ah…..ghe……eh….ah…..gah…uh….
SLAM!!! SLAM!!! CRUNCH…..crash….plt..plt..plt
Blood dripped its way down Bastilles hand as she bit it. Tears fled her eyes. This attack was worse…She wanted to scream. Her pride kept her from doing so.
Plt….plt…plt…more blood on her leg.
CRUNCH!!!
Her eyes widened and she tore her mouth from her hand. She glanced at the desk.
“Ms. Cunningham? Do you have a problem with the text?” The teacher called out gruffly. Bastille put her book down, hiding her hand as she did and looked up with a smirk on her face. She had crushed a piece of the desk with her hand. Crimson hues regarded the teacher then with a scoff she shrugged.
“Excuse me…I need to visit the nurse…” Bastille said before he could start the lecture again and she raised herself up and left the room with all her belongings. In the hall she had moved to face a wall. Nothing all interesting in it…however her hand was still bleeding and the blood had followed her out of the class room and now here, it was puddling at her feet. She stared at the broken skin…her own teeth had made. She remembered the images her mind had sent her…it hurt.
Leaning her head against the wall she prayed and waited for it all to pass. Silently and slowly….only hopefully…would these visions and hallucinations leave her alone.
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Post by David B. on Oct 6, 2009 6:53:01 GMT -8
"Are you okay?"
David voice came from directly behind her, his hands in his pockets, his eyes on the floor are blood dripped lightly to the tiles. He wore nothing regal- a simple black long sleeved shirt and blue jeans, deep in color, with a white undershirt. He lifted his eyes, staring a the female. Why did she feel so familiar to him? Even approaching her had been difficult, a strange tightening in his chest threatening to contrict his breathing. He didn't- wouldnt- let it show. What was her name again? He tried to recall it from that day in the office, the first time he remembered seeing her. He was wary, charging his Qi, building the energy inside him. What if it was a power of hers? To become familiar to those she wishes to defeat?
The halls were exceptionally empty, a dull, monotonous continuation of the day before. Even fights had gone largely un-seen, at least by himsef. He had little to do, and too much time on his hands. At least there was not word from Gabriel. He sighed in his head. The boy seemed like a constant ticking time bomb, and nearly every time they met it turned into a contest of physical capabilties that David always won. Well, for now anyway.
He would raise his eyebrows lightly with a smile if the girl turned around.
"Your bleeding- are you injured?"
His voice was heavy with concern, and he stared fixatedly into his deep red orbs. It brought with it an irritation. Why did he want to hold her. Why did he want to touch her? To kis- His eyebrows lowered to a confused frown.
This was....very strange indeed.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 13:42:18 GMT -8
"David..." She murmered as if murphies law had indeed cursed her. She whipped around to face him. Last time they had spoken...the madness in her mind flared up at his voice. But a different kind. This one worked with her out of control qi to enflame her chest and heart. No...this was to personal. Her eyes activated without her concent and she read that he was fighting the recognition. Even without her muscle reading, she could see it in his eyes. He knew who she was...yet he didnt. Bastille felt like he might run...
She blinked back to her hand and held it up. Scoffing lightly she pointed to it with a worried smirk.
"I..just cut it...you know...those damn freshmen.." she had to force the words out of her mouth.
Suddenly it hit her hard in the head as if she had just been punched. She took a few steps back and regained her balance on the wall. However she kept her eyes on his, never allowing her face to betray the pain she felt. She tried to make it look as though she was simply looking for a place to lean. Bastille gripped the sword at her side, clentching it then unclentching it.
She however knew inside that if anyone could stop her, it would be him...gabriel...or amtrum. Amtrum was gone. Gabriel....was the least likely to be able to stop her fits....Blaze...the only person Bastille had trusted enough to allow this...the only person she had been drawn to. Not because his personality matched hers like Gabriels did...though she hardly found gabriel attractive in anyother way then an opponent....Amtrum had a strong and care free personality that had made Bastille feel worth something..."Mad Love?" It was passionate, not that they phyically where, more like their souls connected on odd levels. Bastille was drawn to his light. She had none after all...pathetic she was.
She was just as pathetic sitting here hopping that she wouldnt loose her mind to her own fucking qi. Thank you Correctional Facility...while everyone else seemed to get out with minimal mind damage or minimal phyiscal change...Bastille who before going to the facility had had close to no qi at all, had had hers drastically raised to the point it was now physically attacking her body. At first the affects had been minimal...she thought she had recieved no damage at all...except that her qi had been completely cancelled out. Slowly it had begun to grow....first she could control it. Now...
Bastille glanced at her hand. She was getting blood on her sword.
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Post by David B. on Oct 6, 2009 14:55:23 GMT -8
"Mmm..."
He didn't believe her. The marks on her hand weren't likened unto those from a tooth or a blade, and her sudden widening of her pupils caused his frown to deepen. When she Fell backwards, he would suddenly be in front of his, his body moving at a disgusting speed. He would place his hands on her shoulders gently, catching her before she hit the wall, his face etched with true concern. His mind raced as did his heart when her smell overtook him, causing a small shudder in his soul. He couldn't help it- he didn't know where it came from, or why, but it was there. He felt like there was something deep, something hidden, and no matter how hard he beat against the wall there was no way he could ever break free, to bust inside and rob his sub conscious of his memories.
"Bastille..." he whispered softly.
The word came to his lips with a strange flavor, a sudden word popping into his head with a violent quickness, slamming his brain with confusion and digging its tendrils deep.
"Thats..." He stared at her, not totally shocked or anything, more confused, like she was an accuaintance from long ago whom he suddenly remembered. "Thats your name...isn't it?" He would lean her backwards so her shoulders would support her, yet he didn't move away.
He didnt want to.
"Are...are you sure your okay?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 15:13:27 GMT -8
Her eyes widened. She stared at him shocked. So shocked she couldn’t answer his question. He remembered her. Then why had he ignored her…why hadn’t he come to her. Why…she had no strength...and her mind snapped letting the madness sink in like a flood in her mind.
“You…remembered….my name…” She muttered staring at him. Suddenly she thrust him back angrily. No, no NO! she didn’t want to hurt him. But her body was moving on its own. Her face however remained sort of crazed. She didn’t want him to see. She managed to struggle her hand up to her face and hide the expression she was making. She withdrew her sword unable to control it. A few of the lockers close by began to slowly dent in at the middle…nothing noticeable. Only as if some kid had hit it with a baseball bat leaving a small dent. But she hadn’t touched them. She then looked at him she was being forced to watch herself do crap she didn’t want.
‘DON’T DO THIS! DON’T….’
She used her elbow and smashed him against a wall drawing out her dull, old, rapier. Luckily not the new one which seemed to funnel out her energy. The wall crushed inward behind him, not because of the force she was exuding,…she wasn’t that strong to get blaze to cave in a wall…her qi did it split seconds before he hit the wall. She grumbled letting the blood flow down her hand. She kept her face down, not letting him see anything but the top of her head. However her hand raised up gently and stroked his cheek leaving a trail of blood behind it.
“Why did you …ignore me then…why….is it because im nothing?” Bastille had to admit to herself that these words where NOT accurate to describe how it was she actually felt. However…her mouth seemed to be speaking without her. All she was concentrating on was how much she was going to cry trying to fight this thing off. Her body was beginning to tremble. Her lips let out a small low giggle.
Her feelings of being in superior to her own self and blaze keeping away from her where mixing together to form an emotion of loss and feeling like nothing…which was invalid and stupid. It had no support. She had ragged breathing…fighting herself was the worst.
“Don’t do this Blaze…Don’t…”
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 6, 2009 15:23:58 GMT -8
Madness, merely a tool, a blunt instrument used to perform miracles and sudden acts of insanity. Gabriel had struggled through this lifestyle once before. Under the guise of Reven, He wasn't the only one affected by the Correctional Facility they were all victims of it in servitude of it's shadow.
Sidelines weren't his thing but from the looks of Bastille's status Gabriel sought freedom from the impulse, lurking aside within the shadows he dwelt calmly focusing his Crimson gaze. Blaze had been set under submission, upon first glace it could be considered a fight for pillars but then again Gabriel knew the two had been an item in the past.
Almost like Blaze had this coming, "Come on Blaze. how does it feel to be proven a hypocrite..." Gabriel would whisper to himself observing from the sidelines.
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Post by David B. on Oct 6, 2009 15:31:33 GMT -8
David grunted, flying backwards as the wall caved in around him.
'What the hell?' He charged his Qi.
"What are you talking about? What am i not suppose to do?" He kept his hands out in front of him, trying to calm her down.
"I don't know what i did, and i don't know why i know your name okay? It just came to me...just calm down okay? Put the weapon away."
David was unsure of what was going on here. Was she crazy? Did he say or do something other than the calling out her name that was wrong? He wanted to hold her for some ungodly reason, to tell her he loved her and it would be okay. He didn't have a shred of memory of her yet his mind and heart knew something he didnt. Gabriel spoke as though David should understand, should comprehend it. Unlike Gabriel, David didn't remember her or forget his feelings for the sake of someone else. He cared about her so much he forced her from memory. Gabriel, however, assumed the girl was dead and moved on, but never lost his thoughts and dreams and memories. David didn't think she was dead so much as abandoned him, and therefore had supressed anything to do with her.
Or so he thought.
"Put the weapon down Bastille." He still didn't understand how he knew that name. "Put it down now, before someone gets hurt."
Like the man standing at the point of the blade....
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 15:47:47 GMT -8
“kukuku….” Laughter was her reply. She stepped back slowly letting her hand limp at her side, the sword dragging on the ground. Smirking she rose head in one swift movement. Crossing the blade arm over her waist and the other rising to cover half her face. Her eyes where reacting.
“ku..ku…ku” the evil laughter continued.
“Just look at the state of yourself, babe…” So it talked?!
“You’re not listening to me,….do just what I tell you…and no one will get hurt, ku ku ku.”
Classes had let out. A crowd of people had begun to surround the scene. Some avoided it thinking of it just like any other passing even. They knew blaze would win. Others where curious, they knew Bastille…some just wanted to see blood. Bastilles lip curled up. The madness liked an audience…the chance to show their pathetic worthless minds what life was about. Blood… weather blaze shifted or not, Bastille reacted quickly.
“Make no sudden movements” she sounded controlled, authoritive. Her face read otherwise. “Don’t come any closer…”
She let her eyes get covered by shadow. Her body stopped trembling for a moment. The sword still raised pointed at his neck. She stayed silent for a minute or two letting the crowd begin to whisper. They seemed to silence when laughter could be heard again.
Giggling.
“Why so quiet so suddenly?” Her smile changed to a frown. Her voice lowered to a whisper.
“You’re making me nervous”…she chided almost like a plea for him to stop. “You’re not making any sense…you misunderstand all the meaning.”
Ironically she was the one not making any sense. Nor was she talking in complete sentences. She seemed lost between the physical world and the one inside her mind. She began to tremble again, as if the original Bastille was gaining control again…finally…however the madness still had the upper hand, convince Bastille of itself.
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Post by David B. on Oct 6, 2009 15:57:28 GMT -8
David scowled. This girl was threatening his life.
"Bastille...Put it down now, before i'm forced to make you. You have no reason to do this..."
He would, unless she suddenly attacked him, activate his Qi and duck down and shoot under the blade, tackling her around the midsection. He wanted her to feel better, but there was also some unknown sickness obviously egging at her mind. She spoke in strange sentences, and he logic and words made no sense to the young Captain. He would pin her to the ground, hands above her head his face turning red. Easily as red as it had with Emily, except this time it was filled with warmth.
'What the hell is wrong with me?'
OOC((If Qi is allowed to Activate- Dex:424 ))
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 16:05:03 GMT -8
“I SAID DON’T MOVE!” She shouted and suddenly with no warning, and with her top speed slammed him back into the wall using her body. She let herself soften over top of him leaning up towards him, as if seducing him. She let her hand run up his leg, side and the taking his arms up over his head and placing them against the wall. She let her leg hitch around his waist. She kissed his lip softly, hopefully distracting him from his qi. Suddenly with the same speed as before she pivoted away from him and then in the same move slammed her sword through his hands into the wall. She would turn and walk back to him frowning as she did so.
She would get back up to him, going on her tip toes and allowing her hand to touch the blood coming from his hands. Placing his blood on her lips she grinned darkly at him. She would then let her other hand interlace her fingers with his, squeezing his hand as if only to hold it. Her mind wanted him to bleed more.
She let her hand slide down the blade and onto the hilt. She began to crush it further into the wall. Suddenly she turned, still holding the blade, trembling.
“Damnit” she seethed. “why…why did I…what…have I?”
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Post by David B. on Oct 6, 2009 16:12:09 GMT -8
"AAAUUUUGGHHH FUCK!"
David's scream echoed the halls, his hands pierced above his head. when she had kissed him, he found himself, even knowing her current state of mind, kissing her back with passion, his Qi fizzling under the taste and touch of her tender lips. He couldn't help it, his brain had melted. Now his brain lit his body on fire, his hands tearing with each thrusting motion of her hand. He would lean in as pain continued to crash around his ears.
He spoke into her lips, his eyes rolling as he did so.
"I forgive you Bastille...you know not what you do."
And he would sag, hanging limp at the pain. It wasn't that it overwelmed him, but it was more like a defense, a sensitive point he could feel without touching her. He knew that passing out would make her stop, and so he did so. Blood dripped down onto the floor and into his hair, the black softeness of it covering his eyes in a black shade.
What a way for the Captain to be seen.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 16:29:44 GMT -8
‘No…you can’t kill someone by stabbing them through the hands…no….no…’
‘bet me, your major artery runs through the hand…right next to the thumb…with all that twisting of the blade you did, you might have cut it…’
‘NO’
‘yes,….just look….watch the blood pour down his arm into his hair. Don’t you just love it?....his life is out in the open…’
Bastille heaved breathe in and out. Suddenly her chest began to beat like bombs…it hurt. It hurt so much. She began to lean on the blade for support. Suddenly the blade sliced a bit lower. Bastille jerked her head up and stared.
“no…no..”
She growled and went to yank the sword out but stopped. The madness spoke again.
‘if you pull it out…he will only bleed faster’
Bastille was locked in the state of just staring at him. Arguing over weather or not to pull the blade from his hands. Tears fell down her cheeks. Visibly like the blood flowed down his arms.
“what have I done?” She screamed. Yet she couldn’t hear herself do it. She couldn’t feel her lungs fighting the rapid loss of air. She couldn’t hear the penetrating shrill laughter that came after the scream. She let it die to a chuckle and then finally she stopped.
By now the kids where backing up, unsure of how to react to this…unsure of what to do. They where even more freaked when Bastille began to sing softly. She was running her hands over the hilt of her other blade.
‘just finish it’ the voice in her head taunted.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 6, 2009 18:19:38 GMT -8
All was right with the world one second, Ex's getting vengence upon an unworthy suitor; then thenext all hell broke loose and Bastille drew forth the dangerous blade she totted about. Gabriel flinched never suspecting her to use it on Blaze. He watched stunned as she maniacly pinned him against the wall letting him bleed to death. Now anyone with malicious intent could ave undoubtably claimed the Student Captain title there. The thought had indeed crossed through Gabriel's head at least twice before his feet carried him to Bastille's side holding her up so the blade wouldn't tear further.
"I forgive you Bastille...you know not what you do."
Gabriel rolled his eyes, even in the face of death David wouldn't let up his sense of valor. Gabriel shifted his gaze down to Bastille still hefting the blade to make sure the incision didn't cause any severe side effectsaside from blood loss.
“what have I done?” Gabriel would maintain an arm under Bastille while still holding the blade pulling it loose in one firm tug as to avoid exit woulds.
"Bastille....You have my aid, now rest..." Gabriel would say in a gentle tone as he lifted David over his shoulder using his free hand to put pressure on his hand with a piece of cloth. His foot clamped taut over the blade.
"Just repaying the favor Blaze..." A small conceited grin as he currently enjoyed the scenario where their roles changed.
"No one speaks a word of this nor contest Blaze's title or you'll have to deal with me!" Gabriel said with an authoritative voice to the crowd.
"You made me a promise remember..." Gabriel whispered to the injured Captain, "I'll be damned if you can't fulfill it..."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 6, 2009 19:02:16 GMT -8
Bastille gripped her other blade. She quickly withdrew it. The purple blade was worse the the first one she had used to stab David with. Her eyes closed and she gripped it. Hallucinating now she felt the arm of her father around her. She couldnt break this one. She felt herself spinning in his arm to try and slam the hilt of her blade into gabriels face. Weather it met his face or not she began to kick and scream throwing random fists to the arm holding her down. She'd lost it...and it was going to take some serious doing to over live this embaresment. But indeed she was throwing something of a tantrum.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 6, 2009 19:10:38 GMT -8
Gabriel felt a metallic taste bite his lip as his face shifted back violently, he shook off the bitter pain at first until Bastille began flailing about randomly like a small child. Gabriel could hold her but not for very long after a short instant he threw her to the ground placing the bulk of his boot on her ribs. An emenating boom would errupt from his voice as he said, "Bastille if you don't calm down you'll have killed David Blaze!"
Gabriel looked down at her flailing worthlessly. Anger seethed within him as he sought the more powerful thing. That was control. Gabriel drew forth the handle of a sword it's blade missing however it did not matter significatly.
"Calm yourself or I will..."
A silent blade would appear with the sound of hissing as the tip grew hot with radiative power (-10 Cha). The Blade itself would cause burns about it's tip even not directly striking but upon the touch it'd cause severe burns.
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