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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 11, 2009 1:43:14 GMT -8
Night time…the drug infested streets where crowded with users and already cross faded dummies. Low life’s made this time their home, but at 3 in the morning the moon was falling and the sun was rising. Bastille would be glad when this night was over. She had been sent by “The High Priestess” to deliver the second blade. The first, ‘the fool’, had been her own. The second,…was to go to her rival and newest enemy in terms of the dislike aspect…Gabriel. It wasn’t hate, hate assumed she cared.
Anyway she was sitting on the top of the seal beach power plant. Not the safest place at all…but what did that matter in retrospect to the many other dangerous things she had done in her life. She was also here, to level out the playing field. Just because she had given into her ‘madness’ didn’t mean she had forgotten Gabriel’s little radiation stunt.
She was in no position to be fighting him. Her last year issues with her qi had brought her strength and fighting stamina down or rather, literally kept her from improving. She was working on that, but in order to stay on her feet for tonight she had been clever and enlisted the help of not a person but a building. Here…was a good place to keep things even until she could make sure Gabriel was ready, for herself.
Waiting was the hard part. She had done her job in sending the cryptic message, “be at the seal beach energy plant at 3 am or else…” or else what? She keep his blade for herself? She was praying the text hadn’t even sent out. She wanted to puke this event was going to drive her nuts. She looked at her hand.
“jolly good, frog…you mixed your blood with mine…ugh I feel gross” She hissed and put her hand down. She was sitting in a squat position with her bomber jacket, sunglasses, and a cigarette in her mouth. She grumped.
“no more French jokes, oh-ho-ho boy just wait for it. You think a little frog bloods going to make me stop patronizing you, you have another thing coming…”
She felt the package beneath her arm, like a ton of gold…she was trying reeeally hard not to think of it…
“I probably have STDs.”
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 11, 2009 2:24:42 GMT -8
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 11, 2009 2:32:49 GMT -8
(ooc: Gawd not glee.... you just ahd to =P )
The Cryptic message wasn't hard enough to figure out in fact it was fairly straightforward. Go to the beach, yea yea. So he got there expecting a few hoodlums to jump him, curiously enough there was an empty beach. He figured it was due to the changing seasons but then again this was California.
"So Crimson eyes.... you call for this meeting?" Gabriel chuckled having sensed her there.
His narrow strides hefted about the weight of the sand in his shoes from place to place, he wasn't exactly the type for sand at the very least not in his shoes. Solid land was his friend.
"Care to enlighten me Miss Queen Blade?" Gabriel chuckled with a slight amusement.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 11, 2009 2:54:20 GMT -8
((ps. dude, seal beach is a city not an actual beach and i meant the power plant...its solid ground....you take out my saftey if we are at the actual beach lol. ))
Bastille stayed where she was sitting ontop a tower and leaning against a power poll. Her crimson eyes gleamed in the dark and she looked down at Gabriel. If he could stay down there while she did this, that would be great......brilliant actualy. She forced back the vomit in her throat and gumped. God owed her big time, this jerk would one day get a fist full of french blood shoved down his throat and his own guts, wonder how he would like the taste. However on the job, she stayed on the job.
"Yo frogger shut your trap, this isnt play time...."
She would raise a brow at any reasponce he gave even if it was none at all. Regaurdless of the fact he could pummel her into the ground like butter, she would not let him take this for a joke...she still held many things of his in her hands. She smirked however.
"its also not fight time, this is a nuclear power plant....one set off from you and you could blow up the city, dont even think of being alive for the aftermath...you'd be long gone...Chernoble time three...." she said quietly lighting another cigarette. Her eyes narrowed.
"however...."
Bastille with drew her blade. "I'd like to see how your skills with a blade still are..."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 11, 2009 3:12:40 GMT -8
(ooc: *looks at clock* it's 4 am... give me a break haha)
Gabriel didn't flinch, his eyes focused about to-and -fro. A small laugh eminated from his voice as he looked back at Bastille.
"You say that as if I should be concerned?" Gabriel played the devilish smile, that card of his that he always dropped back upon with such eager vigor.
She wanted to see his skill with a blade? sexual inuendo? Gabriel merely chuckled again drawing the bokken handle. He'd only used this thing twice thus far. In action it would only be strong enough for a brief period of time. If he was to play swords with Bastille he'd have to make them count.
"Alright then..." Gabriel chuckled drawing forth his Qi into the blade focusing a radiative blade at it's end.
He'd charge forward bringing the blade upwards in a rampant slash. His speed manifesting quickly. (-10 Cha)
(ooc: Blade causes burn damage, works like a dulled edge.)
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 11, 2009 3:23:11 GMT -8
Bastille back flipped and lowered her blade.
"AH-AH-AH....no you dont....this place is highly radiated, use a normal fencing sword Gabriel...you dont need to use that thing right now!" She hissed. She really didnt want to be blown up and she made that deathly apparent in her face.
She was worried even them just dancing around up here might cause a nuclear reaction. But she could test the limits to an extent. His blade however was asking for it, she would rather him just use something normal....truth be told....suddenly his blade was less scary then the damage it might do on the plant and city, not her...She gulped slightly and with ease found her foot grounding. God this parsel was heavy...
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 11, 2009 3:34:00 GMT -8
"Fine then we'll play it your way..." Gabriel said controlling the heated blade away into nothingness.
He slightly wish he could blow it up, certainly do something major maybe destroy a bit more. First building next a town. Never know hecould be slowly upgrading. A small chuckle re-emerged.
"So you have a spare?" Gabriel questioned setting his 'blade' away.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 13, 2009 18:17:18 GMT -8
"no..." she did a mental kick. That was stupid, of course frog master had no need to a normal rapier anyway. The only reason she had it was because of sentimental value. She turned and looked at her headsets. There was an idea. She was planning for David to be the only one too look at this dress but too hell with it...She took off her bomber jacket and set it aside pulling up the straps on the white dress. She pulled the sword through the sleeve and then took it up again. Her hair was put up into an updo before but she quickly pulled it down and let it hang around her shoulders. Damnit she was going to have to cut it again. She focused her qi...keeping it inside and asleep was the only way for her to survive this even for a few seconds. She used the blade to poke the button on the cd player and unplug the head phones making the classical tune of Ludwigs 9th symphony ring aloud. God preserve her. With a sigh she bent down and sheathed the blade. She would have rather done this her way. She then looked at him. It was his turn...if he could pass this test...thus it would go, he would get the package she had stuffed in her duffle bag. Bastille was glad for one thing though, she had worn flats. |
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 13, 2009 20:15:22 GMT -8
Gabriel looked at her without concern, he didn't know what she wanted from him. In the past it had always been some form of a chewing out or a strange bonding ritual but never a fight. Always she'd irked away from one so it would obviously be a surprise when she came looking for one.
"What is it that you want from me?" Gabriel beckoned moving forward a step before freezing up watching her every movement, noting the small contours of her figure against the dress.
"Bastille, why did you bring me here?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 13, 2009 20:30:55 GMT -8
((ooc: SMALL CONTOURS?!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!!!))
"Gabriel Seran" Her voice took on authority. Something it never did.
"I am here to test you, if you can past this...rather simple test. Then I will tell you why it is I brought you out here...surely, you can pass this..." She said not giving him a hint. What more did he need? A live band? It was rather obvious what the task was...rather foolish too...but in a way it would help her test him in the way she had been told.
She held out her hand to him not saying another word but simply keeping a perfectly reserved face. Staring at him with her own pair of crimson eyes that almost looked blue the way they reflected in the moonlight. She would continue to stand a few more seconds.
"Unless you rather really just go, that would be fine with me..." she didnt give a cocky smirk or even a rather mocking eye...instead her face remained respectful and reserved...no emotion playing what so ever.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 13, 2009 20:58:05 GMT -8
Gabriel didn't exactly know what to think of this but the extended hand was merely an opening for him to take control of the situation. This so called test was going to mend to his will just as everything else had before.
"A test you say...?" Gabriel said approaching closer, his hand extending courteously to grasp hers in a simple embrace.
With a short tug Gabriel would yank her into his grasp. His hand eclosed around hers; his right hand clasping at her waist clasping her close to his body so that there was a sudden intricacy to the heat.
"I don't like it when someone else knows all the rules while I'm left in the dark." gabriel flashed a stunning grin.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 13, 2009 21:36:41 GMT -8
"so far you're failing" she said finally showing a smirk as she stepped to the notes.
"you are supposed to ask a Lady if she wishes to dance...it is supposed to be an honor to hold a maidens hand in a dance...you make it seem like a common thing" She said slowly taking the lead in the steps turning it from a slow waltz to a quick stepped 'roger decoverly'...(more interpretive waltz routine). She then would spin out and look at him.
"And i know you hate not knowing the rules or even obiding by them for that manner...you enjoy making them" she said. This was also a test in that area. How well he could honor the rules that he could not break...
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 13, 2009 21:43:06 GMT -8
Gabriel made a small smile not liking this judgmental phase of actions. His feet moving rythmically working with little effort to prevent stepping on her feet.
"Well Mademoiselle, I see a logic to your resoning but I see no validated point in you pressing the nature of things, if I am a beast than therefore I keep the beast under control. That is the nature of man, to ridicule me as though I am anything less than a gentleman is an unwise judgment, ma belle..."
"Ou vous faire plutôt me mentionne doux rien comme si vous étiez princesse?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 13, 2009 22:10:22 GMT -8
“I made an observation…this is a test…remember.” She paused closing her eyes to hear the music better. She couldn't believe she hadn’t forgotten one step in the entire dance. She then gripped his hand and turned herself in. “Take the lead Gabriel” She merely suggested lightly to him, her authoritive voice back. She let him lead her. A beast huh…no he was not that, man was the scum of the earth…lesser then the proud beast. But Bastille let herself think about it…She wanted to call him snake…the way he wiggled and slithered in and out of peoples lives, forcing them to do things with a simple hiss in the ear or flash of the fangs. The snake had venom and physical strength, and yet one had to wonder if the snake weakness was not lack of legs and arms but the emotions that where hidden behind scales and fangs. Bastille could make this comparison to many animals…maybe it was just because personally she disliked Gabriel. His mental health worried her, no he wasn’t insane, just…unsound. Victor had been right to worry…she admired that guy. Bastille however would side with Gabriel on most facts of life, even in the choice between Blaze and Gabriel, Bastille thought Gabriel made more light of earthly factors. Blaze always saw things that often times where simply not there. This of course might be Bastilles lack in faith but regardless…this was an evaluation of Gabriel and not David or herself. Bastille knew what she lacked… As they continued to step to the music the song changed to Mozart Symphony 40…a rather popular song. She quickened her step turning it back to a waltz. Keeping her movements soft and poise adding a couple sachet’ and even other ballet moves at times. |
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 13, 2009 23:40:21 GMT -8
A small grin appeared on his face when she commanded him to take the lead. From there he'd "snake" his arm around her waist gripping her back with an open palm. His head crooked it's way above her shoulder closely so he could lend an ear to any helpful response.
"So if this is a test, am I to join the dance club? Because I don't specifically remember building that one up myself, much less joining it..."
Gabriel joked about trying to get to the answers in a much more nonchalant fashion than Bastille would.
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