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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 28, 2009 23:28:54 GMT -8
Was it completely necessary to be emotionless all the time? The fact remained that Bastille was actually very emotional, but those emotions where detached from her actual heart. There still stood a very strong wall in between her ability to care and the emotions she portrayed. Yet one thing she was sure was genuine was her rather interesting feelings towards David Blaze. Amtrum had been a case in an of itself…she wanted Amtrum, still in a way did. But David…she wanted to make him happy…it had become a priority in her life. She was also determined to not be a liability to him.
So it was a blush that crossed her cheeks as she held the phone in her hands and looked a simple text he had sent. Bastille sat stilly on the roof railing, probably not a good idea, but it was the only place she could find peace and quiet. However her grin removed itself the moment three people came up to her from behind. She stood and turned, her hair whipping in front of her face from the wind.
“What is it you wish for?”
The person spoke in mumbles but Bastilles eyes narrowed a bit her lips thinning into a frown. Crimson hues glowed in the dark…her hand resting upon her sword.
“There will be a price…”
The mumbled voices spoke again. Bastille nodded and then with ease went to stand in front of the take cloaked figure. Looking up she unsheathed her sword. With a stone expression she bowed her head and sighed. Another job, another wish to grant, and another price…
“Yes….my lord….”
She said and then stayed kneeling as they vanished. When she was sure they where gone she turned back to the moon and sheathed her sword. Crossing her arms she sighed.
“This ones price will be particularly high…my my my…”
She turned back and pulled out her phone. And immediately went back to staring at David Blazes text. Why was it she was completely turning into a pile of pink fluff for him?! It was insanity and she was going to bash her head against a wall at times.
"I guess, i'll be the fool for you"
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Post by David B. on Nov 30, 2009 10:27:52 GMT -8
Alone.
His arms wrapped around her, his scent likely giving him away just before his hands would make contact. He hadn't seen her since the dinner (for which this writer failed to complete, and thusly apologizes) and so was having a slight wonder at whether or not she had in fact disappeared once again. See, David had been doing a lot of thinking lately, wondering at his position in the school. He was no longer the Captain, or a pillar- hell, he didn't even have an urge to be a part of that joke. He was a Dragon, but disconnected, a lone wolf of the group. He was a self-made servant to Emily and the Regalia, but his feelings and emotions were tied up in the personality and physical prowess of one distinct individual.
"I think i may be the fool."
His thoughts had wondered to the possibility of threats to himself and to his position, and the only current liability and weakness was the one whose body he held at that moment. Bastille. He loved her, and if anyone discovered this it would be a rather...large problem for himself, especially if they threatened her life. Who could he serve? If someone decided Emily was a target, an individual who needed eliminating, they would probably target her Sword- the Cascade Dragon. And what better way to eliminate a warrior then to take away his heart? His only solution was to make her stronger, to make sure she could protect herself.
He would propose this to her eventually, but at that moment he had to wonder what exactly was on her mind, why she was feeling and thinking the way she did.
How the hell did this female bring out the mush in him?
He sighed.
He would probably never know.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 30, 2009 12:19:20 GMT -8
“D-David!!” She squeaked and with a quick certainty jumped in surprise, or rather…instinct. Suddenly her phone when flying and over the side of the building it went. Bastille went still in his arms and looked down at her poor hopeless phone now…well broken to be simply put.
She had not known him by his scent, for to be honest she had been remembering it as she re-read the text. God being a girl sucked. Her face went from its contemplative pout to a curious look. She turned her head to gaze at him for a moment a little confused. Then with a smile she raised her arm, placing a hand on his.
“You want to know something don’t you?” she asked quietly.
She might not be the strongest female on the block, but she certainly still had her uncanny ability to read muscle movements in another. His where tense around the shoulders and forehead, which meant longing of knowledge in most cases. Her crimson hues became semi distant as she wondered what it was he might be wanting from her. Turning around in his embrace she looked up at him.
“Go on, you can ask…”
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Post by David B. on Nov 30, 2009 20:18:59 GMT -8
He gave an acknowledging noise from his throat, but didn't say anything, waiting for a bit for her to relax into his arms. Once she did, he would speak into her ear softly, almost trying to serenade her with his words, though they were deep in his thoughts and heart. "Bastille- do you love me?" He would wait for the answer to this question before continuing, as the rest of his spiel was based off this answer. OOC((Short, but i gotta wait for teh answer  sorreh )) |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 30, 2009 22:47:05 GMT -8
“Ah-…” She smirked and stepped out of his arms. Her own arms fell to her sides, denying her the comfort of closing herself off by hugging her own body. However she could not stop the furrowing of her brows as he asked this. Crimson hues gazed downward at the ground for a long moment then up into his. Quickly those same ruby eyes darted away.
“to be honest…” she said pushing a strand of hair behind her hear. Her face was turning bright read and it was a mixture of embarrassment and unclarity.
“I don’t know…” she murmured softly. “I don’t know what this feeling is, I’ve never felt it this way before, or I should say I’ve never allowed it to grow for this long.” Never gazing at him, always looking away…Yet finally she let her eyes wander up to his.
“I want you to be happy, I want…to be with you and I get jealous when I see you with Emily, and I want that. I could, I can see babies die, I can kill people, I don’t cringe at the effects of nuclear power, and I hardly bat and eye at a child begging for my help…But it has become my need to make you happy. I cant explain it…and I want to be with you…I think that its with you, for the first time I feel….human.”
Her face and begun to smile however now she frowned. Her eyes closed for a minute and looked over the edge at her phone. Turning back with a serious face she looked at him for a moment then smiled.
“Do you love me?” She asked back.
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Post by David B. on Dec 3, 2009 17:18:24 GMT -8
"Yes."
His answer held no hesitation, nor did he falter his gaze from her face. He wasn't ashamed of it, but he was...wary. He was unsure of how to truly broach this situation, and so rather then wait there with his hands at his sides looking the fool, he placed them in his pockets and continued watching her face and eyes for any reaction.
"I'm not sure if you knew, but i am a Dragon now, and considered to be one of the best fighters in the school." He paused, wondering if he should tell her everything. Could he trust her with everything? Well...he already gave her his heart, what else could he truly lose?
"I have sworn myself to Emily's service- I love her too." He waited for a split second before continuing. "Not how i love you- i love you in the sense that when im around you, when you talk, Ifeel your breath or heart beating, or simply take in your scent i feel myself become...weak. When i am with Emily i feel protective. She is like a sister to me, and while i won't lie and say i didn't care about her at one time, i believe i have moved on." Wow. He was talking as much as he used to! "I love her, but im IN love with you." He turned away, finally.
"It's because of this that i think some may try to use you against me in some way. So-" He brought his gaze back to her. "I think we should keep my feelings for you hidden. Not in the sense that we can't let it be known that we are together, but nobody would suspect me to be in love with you, and may view you as more of a liability to them then a bargaining chip."
He would wait for her response, his eyes rather...ungaurded, open. Like a wall had been temporarily shifted.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 5, 2009 3:03:56 GMT -8
“truthfully, im not sure whether or not to be insulted or flattered…”
Bastille walked forward. She was going to curse her mind for even thinking about the fact that Amtrum or that Blonde Bastard would not have kept anything a secret. But just like Leon had before he died, David wanted to protect her and keep it a secret so she wouldn’t get hurt. If there was one thing in her life, one thing at all that she knew how to deal with, it was hurt. Did he see her as a possession, priceless and one of kind…something he couldn’t live without and not someone…a person, and an equal. Bastille loved him and it was her same personality that kept her from hiding her obvious disappointment in what he said. Can she say she wouldn’t do the same?
“who would possibly come after pitiful old me David?” she asked more to the air then to him…
“alright” she agreed.
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Post by David B. on Dec 9, 2009 12:40:06 GMT -8
David put his hands on her cheeks. "Bastille- you don't understand." He stared into her eyes and, as he did so, something broke inside him. A long dead secret he had kept since he was young, that had unexpectedly returned to life. A secret he shared with nobody, but was about to share with her. "I-" He put his hands at her hips. "I wan't to tell you something. Something nobody else alive knows about." He reached into his pocket and after peeling away a small hidden pocket there, removed a very small chip. He then reached up and gripped a necklace he had never worn before today, because today was the first day in which he knew he would share his secret. He placed the chip in the back of the square, thin, disc-shaped Case. A tiny, strange looking screen was on it that turned on, but nothing appeared on it. He placed his thumb over it, and left an imprint of proof. The case clicked, and he opened it, pulling out a Disc. He wrapped his empty left hand around her waist and made a simple statement. "Hold on." He activated his Qi, Vanishing from the top of the roof. Within seconds they were at the school library, near some computers. He sat down and made sure none were looking. The computer he sat at was in the blind side of all cameras, and so he had no worry of it being caught on film. He slipped the disc inside without talking to her, or answering questions. He typed in a very long password as it popped up, then spoke into the mic on the monitor. "David Blaze." The screen turned green and, popping up almost immediately, there appeared several files. He looked at Bastille. "What i'm going to show you must remain between us Bastille." He would wait for her acknowledgement. Then he would turn and click. Up would pop the image of a man, old with a very long beard. David stared at him for long moments before looking at Bastille and letting the information flow. "This man is Isamu Choyoko, the leader of Dishini Toshuna. I'm not sure if you know who they are, since they keep to the shadows, but they are the Elite, as far as assassins go. His strength is feared by all, and even governement officials, presidents, and kings would not stand against him. On this disc is a list of all his operatives, as well as several other multi-billion dollar projects. Such as the cure for cancer, Qi manipulation, and various other items." David stared at the picture. "He has sworn to kill whoever puts the information i have on this disc out on the market, because he believes without struggle and hardship, the world will crumble. For a very long time, i have thought he was right. However, recently i have come to understand that there is no end to struggle, regardless of developments made by science. I thought he was dead, and therefore put into action what i believe to be the cure for several high end diseases, like aids, and the black death. It was a gift from my father, and its worth Trillions of dollars." He removed the disc, the computer going back to normal screen-mode. "Unfortunately, i have found through rather painful means that Isamu is in fact alive, and has now put m head on the market. I have removed public photo's of myself from every possible database, and though he knows not what i look like, he knows my name, and is getting closer." He stared into her eyes- those he could lose himself in. "It's not just for this school that i want this a secret- its for them. If they find out that i am with you, they will take you, and neither you or i could stop him." He reached into his pocket once again after replacing the disc, removing a small electronic device. "I'm going to show you something, to prove my point." He took her finger and put it into a small hole at the end of the device, and she would feel the little prick of a needle, hardly worth any pain at all. On the screen would appear a number. 3450. "This number represents your bodies overall strength and capability. From the number, you know its high for your age. Generally, its around 900-2000." He slipped his own finger in, the number popping up. 69000. "Mine. I'm one of the stronger cases alive, possibly the strongest. This is the number i last registered, because i had eaten a special substance. I have more of that substance, but without it im around fourteen thousand." He pushed two buttons together on the device, and it began scrolling through names. "I have taken as many people's overall power rating as i can, and i lucked out to come across some blood of Isamu." It stopped, the number always scaring him. 784,000. He showed it to Bastille. "This is his." He paused a moment, letting it sink in. "Without Qi." Yeah, fucked up right? "This is what i want to keep from coming here. I have been trying to figure a way to fake my death that would convince the leader of an organization who hunts men like me." He would finally wait for Bastille to talk, and this time he would listen and respond. He hoped she didn't get as terrified as the last person he had shown it to, otherwise...well...he just wanted her to be able to live her life. If things began to point to the fact that they were together, he would make sure the world knew it as he broke this females heart. And his own in the process. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 9, 2009 13:40:28 GMT -8
“You couldn’t break my heart…” Bastille smirked reading his muscle movements. She knew that particular twitch in his brow. The certain third muscle that tightened only when the heart even thought of something wrenching and terrible, it moved in him.
She sighed and put a finger to his lips. It was for him to give her a moment to take in the information. Nothing she hadn’t heard of before.
Back on the roof, in her minds eye, she felt his hand on his cheek. Afraid that like Amtrum the reason why he wanted to protect her so much was souly do to the fact he had lost a girl before him. She didn’t want to be a liability, she feared Davids reason would be the same. As he pulled her close and they flitted to the library her stomach dropped and she thought she might pass out. Her qi activated and slowly the floor around them dented. As he talked she watched him with a half way pout and mostly bored look. But his eyes where so enduring. The knight slipped slowly inside of her…out came the princess, blushing and looking away. As he showed her, her own numbers, she cringed and twitched at it.
Yes…assassins, once you joined the world you never escaped. Dishini Toshuna, she had heard of it…an assassin corp. like her own…Amalgam was second only to it along with Seran Corp.…why would she not know it? Bastille was the witch of the assassin world, the princess of Amalgam. Amalgam…her own corporation full of fighters ten times her skill…True Bastille was not the best fighter, in truth she had only been that bad ass chick when fighting thousands of lesser opponents, but she was prized among all organizations because of her wealth of knowledge. Bastille had seen things and knew things about everything…she had once been in the same room as that man. A dinner party, Amalgam meeting with Dishini Toshuna, what would Blaze do to her if he knew they has shared the same air for more then an hour…as partnering assassin agencies. Bastille felt like she might know most of the information on that disc.
That was why she was called the witch. Also because she had crimson eyes...there where only five witches in the assassin world. Bastille the Princess of Amalgam, 3 others who Bastille had trouble recalling, as well as Trisha...the one true rival that Bastille had gained over the years. Where as Bastille belonged to Amalgam in loyalties, Trisha was the wandering witch, just as powerful as Blaze and with ten times the information, and the reason Bastille thought of all of this now…there was something inside of her that told her Trisha had made that disk for Dishini Toshuna…
But Bastille didn’t know. And it wasn’t time to tell David about her elaborate past or the many thousand titles she had received. She would one day sit him down and tell him everything…but not yet. For now, all these thoughts would be kept to herself. She looked at him.
“I get it…” She said softly and took the number reader again and looked at it. Shaking it a little angrily she sighed hopelessly. “there must be something wrong…surely im stronger then that, dumb thing” She said…although sounding like an stubborn comment, it was symbolism…for what did numbers matter. Just as well, what did her past as the witch or princess or knight even matter. They where all just who she was.
She turned back to him and smiled. “One day…I will tell you about myself…everything…” She whispered devishly in his ear then pulled him closer. Forcing him down towards her by holding the scruff of his collar. “Those number…” She said wickedly. “They simply must be wrong…for how can I bring you down so easily?” she said and slowly brought her lips to kiss his neck.
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Post by David B. on Dec 9, 2009 23:55:25 GMT -8
David stared at her.
"You can't bring me do-"
He was cut off by her soft, lucious lips connecting with his skin, a tingling fire creeping up his spine, He tilted his chin away, giving a small moan as he offered her easier access. Should she take the bait, he would growl and reach over, gripping her butt and using nothing but his arms to lift her and set her on his lap, facing toward him, her legs spead on either side. He would slide his hands up the back of his shirt, eyes opening lethargically to stare at the gratefully empty room. His fingers would move in small circles over her spine, her soft skin blending beautifully with his calloused hands. Her hair intoxicated him with her scent, dulling his thought. Her body felt warm against his, his fingers and legs tingling.
"Bastille..." He would wait for her to pull away, hoping she would look into his eyes as he kissed her, staring into those liquid pools of red. "I love you- if you died because of me...I would never forgive myself...but i want you to feel free too. If...if this will make you feel caged, i won't stop us from making this public. I just want to keep them from you, from hurting you."
He would wait for some sort of response before they continued- he wanted her to feel like he wasn't afraid, even though deep inside he was. He would never let her see it- He would be strong. Reading expressions was his forte and so, he studied her face. So beautiful... how had she ended up with him? He would never know. His mind kept trailing to his hands on her sides, the way she looked in those clothes...he wanted them off. They were hindering what he hungered to see and touch and taste... if only for a little while...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 10, 2009 0:02:45 GMT -8
“Heh. I’ve never been one to make a spectacle of my deeper problems…and right now, you are exactly that”
She said pulling him closer. Her kiss on his neck had left a small red mark and she planned to make many more. Pulling him close forcefully she let her lips mix with his again and again until their breathe was ragged and their bodies heated. The problem was he had been avoiding her for a week, and she was in serious want of some alone time...She let her hand fall from his cheek, down his chest to the space between his legs.
“Now allow me one word of advice, One more word about us breaking up and I will continue torturing you slowly…” She said moving her hand slowly around the area. She then pulled herself completely away from him to show what she meant. Of course after a couple seconds she just stood up and slowly lifted her shirt up and over her head exposing her black lacey bra. Her back was to him and she was looking over her shoulder very amused with the look on his face.
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Post by David B. on Dec 10, 2009 0:25:12 GMT -8
David growled as she stood, mocking him.
Nobody mocks David Blaze!
He stood, wrapping his arms around her waist, oblivious to anyone who may or may not be watching. He put his lips on the side of her neck and, starting at her sides, began to move both hands. His left hand went up, to just below her left breast, while his right slid downward, under the jeanline to her...yeah. You know.
He would whisper in her ear.
"I think someone is just as...tortured as i am."
He would remove his right hand and nibble her ear. His heart was pounding in his chest, his mind swimming with thoughts. they had not been together for a long time- he needed to devote more attention to her, this he knew. He was too caught up in Regalia, in fighting, in everything. School Politics. He would give it all up for her. He would protect Emily still, as was his word, but he would quit Regalia and never look back if she simply asked. It would be a hard thing, and he would argue, but he knew that if she pursisted, he would surrender. He always did. She had that effect on him.
He would breathe her in, both hands just below her bust, clawing his fingers and trailing his nails down her stomach.
It had only just begun...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 10, 2009 0:32:09 GMT -8
time skip---be back later.
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sorreh ))