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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 9, 2012 18:28:54 GMT -8
"I dunno..." she said thoughtfully, having recovered from the information shock. "If he's letting you stay in his room, I'd hardly say you're just a 'refugee'." We have refugees at the base: you don't exactly qualify."
So why the special treatment, she wondered. Delilah supposed that "Unfettered", as usual, had his motives for hiding her from the rest of them. Unless...
"Unless it was your request, I can't imagine why you'd need to hide from the rest of us Crows." She cocked her head at a curious angle at the even more curious girl.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 11, 2012 22:11:53 GMT -8
"The fun thing about that is, love, I didn't ask and he didn't let me in. It just happened. Sounded like the fun thing to do anyway. No one goes in there, and frankly it's got to be the safest place to catch a power nap...so I wanted it for myself. But I didn't ask the gent to vacate either. No reasons beside that I'm afraid...sorry to burst your impeccably observant bubble."
She smirks. It was true. things between her and Unfettered often sorted themselves out weirdly and usually not in any normal manner. They both did not abide by societies definition of 'normal' behavior and instead found that most of their dealings happened in an off chance conversation that usually spoke about one thing but instead meant totally another. Any one watching would simply be confused. It was easier when Bastille spent most of her time in disguise, acting as his foreign lover.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 12, 2012 13:49:59 GMT -8
"Hmm...so the reason is pretty much just 'for the fun of it', then?"
Delilah took a moment to think about that before she grinned and started chuckling to herself. "I like it! That man with his 'kekekeke' and his infinite plots...he deserves to have the run around given to him every now and again. Take his mind off his troubles.
"And who better than a good woman to provide that?" she added with a twisted little smirk.
A blessing or a challenge? Neither really, just a simple statement of fact. With a bit of a challenge thrown in, though not for the affections of a certain white-haired German.
More for his sanity.
"But please, do tell...I'd love to hear what mayhem you've been causing around the base." Delilah tilted her head up to look at Bastille with a devilish little smile that clearly said she would be willing to cause a little mayhem herself.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 2, 2012 22:27:24 GMT -8
Bastille's smirk just grew into a slightly too happy smile. She winked over the rim of her sunglasses at the girl next to her.
"Instead of listening, why dont you just help me?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 3, 2012 16:08:31 GMT -8
Delilah cackled at this and scooted up into a sitting position, leaning towards Bastille.
"Sounds like a plan~."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 23:53:52 GMT -8
Bastille's own grin turned wicked.
"It's high time this nest saw some fun. I've got a few ideas, but nothing completely in the works yet...so easy enough to include you."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 4, 2012 21:10:44 GMT -8
Still grinning, Delilah spread her oil blackened hands in a welcoming gesture.
"I'm all ears."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 1:56:27 GMT -8
"So am I.."
Probably not the cool moment anyone was expecting after that type of statement.
"I need a new idea on how to really get him... sure the odd and ends work, but I was thinking about something like a 'cheating' fling or something...really, my mind runs blanks since he responds to almost nothing and to everything at the same time."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 9, 2012 2:16:38 GMT -8
Delilah nodded her agreement at that statement. "He is a tricksey bastard, isn't he?" she commented with a note of fondness in her voice. She thought on that for a moment. A cheating scandal, eh?
After a moment of silence, she spoke up, "Well, the best way to get him to respond is by forcing him to respond. The only way to do that is to make a scene in public. Mess hall, during a super important meeting or whatever. Throw some convincing accusations with some proof, throw in a cat fight and you have yourself a situation that he has to deal with." She nodded to herself as she said this, turning her head back to Bastille's with a raised eyebrow.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 15, 2012 23:57:42 GMT -8
"Brilliant.-- so...who's cheating on who?"
She asked it almost like a quiz question. Then suddenly, she leaned forward, an odd sense of childish excitement spreading over her features.
"He's cheating on me with you, you say you were there first, that i might as well have been dead-- those poor bastards will believe it more that way. I walk over to you, we argue, we physically engage our witless wonder...then"
There it was, the devils smirk.
"How opposed are you to same sex interaction?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 16, 2012 0:24:40 GMT -8
Delilah contemplated this for a moment: she was as straight as straight could be. To do anything else would be extremely out of character for her.
But then, that was precisely the problem. She was predictable. No one, not even "Unfettered" would expect this of her. And that was the point.
Her face split into a wide mischevious grin of her own and she chuckled evilly deep in her throat. She rubbed her hands together. "Not at all."
My men are never going to let me forget this.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 16, 2012 10:41:03 GMT -8
"Excellent" Bastille just chimed brightly. "We can figure out a way to simmer it down later, but it's high time that place saw some fun gossip."
Bastille was ...well not sure. She was straight, in that she was only sexually attracted to men. But women always held their appeal. Regardless, no one knew anything about her, and so far Delilah was the only one to know her real name. this would be enormously fun....except for Unfettered.
((ooc; now we need to play this out, because im laughing sooo hard))
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