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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 12, 2012 20:10:21 GMT -8
"Exactly. I see little reason to not continue life as normally as I can before the bombs went off."
Things were actually more normal for him than most people might guess. His world barely changed in many ways. As sad as that was.
"And you? Did you marry your... Stu pot?"
That's what she called him right? He thought so.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 12, 2012 20:26:04 GMT -8
"And you? Did you marry your... Stu pot?"
She inwardly flinched at this question, having not expected it (although she probably should have).
"Not in the...conventional sense," she said after a moment of trying to find her voice. "We dated for a bit, he left for England, I got thrown in jail, got broken out, found out I was pregnant and then three years later the bombs fell, and just recently he...came back. Looking for me, even though he had no idea I was even alive and even less that he had a kid." It would be clear from the tone in her voice that she was still deeply moved by this. "Now we're living in the Crows base, trying to make the best of what we've got. But did we have the vows, the ceremony with all our friends and family? No.
"Besides, I look terrible in dresses."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2012 21:03:20 GMT -8
"Well to each their own. Truth be told I didn't think I would do the ceremony and stuff either. Or decide to get married for that matter."
She said with a small shake of his head.
"But I decided fuck it, why not."
Pretty much how it went down in his mind.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 13, 2012 22:02:18 GMT -8
"Well to each their own. Truth be told I didn't think I would do the ceremony and stuff either. Or decide to get married for that matter."
She took his words and mulled them over for a moment. He wasn't sure to begin with? That usually meant someone else, or a circumstance, made him that way.
"Does this fiance have a name?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2012 22:06:37 GMT -8
"Bastille Alana Violette Cunningham."
He kind of hated saying her full name. It was such a mouthful. He hoped she would just take his last name instead of taking it on to her already unwieldy name.
"It's been a complicated relationship for the last seven or so years. But I decided why not. End of the world, both of us almost dying a bunch. Might not have another chance."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 13, 2012 22:23:46 GMT -8
This actually made Delilah stop in her tracks, her blue eyes wide. She looked at Mathew with disbelief on her face.
"I KNOW HER!" She would say, (a touch too loudly in her shock). "She lives...lived, I guess with us at the Crows base! 'Unfettered' rescued her from Disney Land a while back or something and then we met a couple weeks ago and hung out!" She would shake her head at this.
She supposed that was why she hadn't seen the red-eyed girl for a while.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2012 22:26:33 GMT -8
He flinched at her very loud exclamation. It was unexpected. He had never seen someone so happy to hear about Bastille. Normally it was dread and fear. Though the face scars helped with that.
"Well then, thank you for watching over with her."
Fuck you Unfettered.
"She is living with me and my apprentices in Dragon land now."
No need to mention the Leon clones right now. He didn't want to explain them, again.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 13, 2012 22:38:26 GMT -8
"I'm just glad she's alright," she said with a wistful sigh. "Still though, it would have been nice to hang out at the cliffs by the beach again."
Daisy dukes, bikini's on top!
"Shame I never got to introduce her to Oliver."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2012 22:40:30 GMT -8
"Well I'm sure you will see her again. She isn't prone to be cooped up in the house all day."
He waved his hand dismissively. Though if she got pregnant he would chain her to the bed if he had to. No way in hell would he let her go off doing who knows what while carrying his child. Not with how reckless he knew she was, and probably would be.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 13, 2012 22:46:12 GMT -8
"I'll hold you to that. I miss that girl."
Not that it was super obvious, but Delilah didn't exactly have a lot of female friends. Let's see, she had...Dora. Arim (though God knew where the hell she was), Olesya, aaaand now Bastille. Compared to the vast amount of male friends she had, this number was nothing but a blip on the radar. A rather disappointing blip, actually.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 13, 2012 22:47:16 GMT -8
"Oh don't hold me to anything. If she wants to hang out she will find a way. If not, you won't see her again."
He chuckled.
"She is a sneaky one."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 13, 2012 23:19:30 GMT -8
She chuckled with him, remembering Bastille's tale of how she had gotten in to the Crows' territory and remained hidden among the troops for weeks on end. "So I've noticed."
Delilah would walk in silence alongside him for a time, simply trying to enjoy the night air and rid herself of any underlying anxiety from the attack earlier. Every now and again, she would shiver despite the warmth of the night air.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2012 19:48:21 GMT -8
He would allow her to walk in silence, not having anything to say further on the matter. His mind wandering to his plans for the future. Possibilities of where Leon might be. How to draw Barker out to fight him on favorable terms. Figuring out what to do with Bastille.
So many things to do, so little time. Or so it felt to him. Setting up trade and helping to govern over two gangs. He actually welcomed the load he had to sort through. Stuff to keep him occupied, from being bored.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 15, 2012 19:19:17 GMT -8
"Where did you come from?" she would ask abruptly. "You mentioned you hadn't been here in a few years. Where were you in the time you weren't here?"
No particular reason for asking, just to satisfy curiosity.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 16, 2012 0:50:46 GMT -8
"Originally? New York City."
He said with no small amount of pride. PHS 552 was a hell full of freaks and he had walked out of there complete. No small feat.
"The last few years though, Seattle. It's under Earth Dragon control now. Rival gangs turned to dust and now the city is rebuilding. Factories are starting to go up. We even have a little bit of trade now."
He nodded to himself.
"Society will not rebuild itself. It needs order imposed on it, or it will continue to spiral in to chaos."
And he was a man that was willing to impose order by any means he deemed necessary.
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