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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 1:24:04 GMT -8
"Someone is angry that they lost at hide and seek."
He said with a small shake of his head.
"I've been around. Working. California, Seattle, New York, a little bit of time in Tokyo. That's where I almost got gutted by some fucking psycho with Katana."
He laughed again, oh happy memories.
"I kept tabs on you, but eventually you vanished off the radar. My people had a hard time finding you again, but I knew you would pop up again someday. No body means you were not dead."
He had faith in her, shame she didn't seem to have it for him. If she thought him dead.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 1:26:28 GMT -8
"Heh. So you were the 'other' I was trying to shake. You and Seran...keeping tabs. You should have known better." She scoffed. Now she was trying to avoid the subject. Like hell, she wanted to explain the worry she'd had that the end of the world might have just ended him too. So sue her, she was a girl without a word or sign.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 10:27:39 GMT -8
"I should have known better?"
He asked with a raise of his eye brow and a dangerous undertone to his voice. He had no problem smacking her naked ass around if she got to uppity.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 15:58:32 GMT -8
"If you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself." She chanted like a child to their mother. She smirked back however. It was her silent way of telling him that if he had really wanted he would have found her, but he would have had to do it himself. Bastille liked to pride herself on being the best in his employment. It was a round about compliment, telling him he'd chosen well. But it was also a statement that made her sad- although she tried to hide it. He had sent people to find her, but never once come himself. So with that thought she laid her head back down and closed her eyes.
She hated pillow talk anyway.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 16:03:15 GMT -8
"Apparently I do. I will remember that next time."
He said getting out of bed and he began to dress himself.
"Get dressed, our flight leaves soon."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 16:06:16 GMT -8
"Planes still exist?"
She rolled her eyes and sat up slowly- taking the sheets with her as she quickly shoved everything back on and buckled everything up. She ended by rolling her red sleeves around her arms and shoving them through her bomber jacket. Putting on sunglasses, she was ready to go in under a minute.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 16:16:25 GMT -8
"Probably, but I salvaged enough parts to repair my helicopter. It broke down after Japan."
He finished about the same time she did. Sliding on his Earth Dragon coat. It felt heavier than he remembered it being.
"You heard about Leon dying I assume?"
He asked sliding his hands in to his pockets.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 16:17:58 GMT -8
"Actually no, I kept my distance in more ways that one." She began to pat down her hair, although she sounded serious.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 16:20:39 GMT -8
"Well then, apparently he was captured and killed by Barker. Buuuuut, no body means he isn't dead. In my eyes at least. We are going to find him. It's important."
He slid his hands out of his pockets and moved over to Bastille.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 16:24:14 GMT -8
Bastille looked at him with a rather blank look- but behind the glasses she was taking a rather long walk down memory lane. She kept her expression bored.
" 'Kay." was her only answer.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 16:27:21 GMT -8
He smiled again, his eyes lighting up as he took her hand in his. She would feel something shifting between their hands and tightly wrap around her ring finger. When he withdrew his hand a serpentine dragon was coiled around her ring finger, biting it's own tail. A ring.
"Trust me."
He winked.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 23:49:43 GMT -8
She stared at him with a rather annoyed look, but when he released her hand, she finally gazed down. Her brow raised and she lifted it up.
"I dont get the joke." She held up her hand limply and waved it about.
"Am I missing something?" She made a mental note to check for her 'other' ring in the pocket of her coat she had stashed it in during their heated exchange. But this one was nice, although- she was actually lost on it's meaning or significance.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 23:51:33 GMT -8
Mathew sighed.
"Come on, we are gonna go find my best man."
He begins to walk away.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 23:57:07 GMT -8
And for possibly the first time in -....well maybe ever. Her jaw dropped.
Her eyes went wide behind her sunglasses and she stood their like a statue, struck with shock.
"um...do I even get a say in this? anything...at...all?" Her voice trailed off, thick with the British twang. Her crimson hues just stared at him then back at the ring.
"Oh...oh dear." Mumbled but there...Yup, if her brain hadn't turned to nuclear waste from sleeping with him- it WAS now. She couldn't even come back with any remark.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 3, 2012 23:59:41 GMT -8
"As I recall you have yet to win your freedom, so no."
He called back over his shoulder.
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