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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 11:51:31 GMT -8
"I see..."
He said, the wheels in his head could clearly be seen spinning. Always calculating and reading and once more his eyes swept over her form. Taking in every curve and inch of her. A thoughtful expression on his face.
"Does he have a name?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 9, 2012 12:11:26 GMT -8
"I see."
His eyes did another cursory wander over her body, but it didn't feel intrusive, more...calculating. Not quite as unnerving as their initial meeting. Was she growing used to this?
"Does he have a name?"
She balked at that, looking up at him with an expression that was part confusion and part 'Holy hell how did he come up with that?'.
"I...what?"
Eloquent.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 12:18:01 GMT -8
He laughed. There was something satisfying about catching someone off guard, or getting a reaction out of them like this. A simple pleasure that he could still enjoy in this dark barren wasteland of a city.
"Am I off?"
He asked when he managed to stop his amused chuckle. His hand coming up to cup his chin, a finger resting against his lips as he continued to watch her. Waiting for her reply.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 9, 2012 13:38:55 GMT -8
She was trying to stammer out a reply, gradually turning more and more red as she did so. Taken off guard was an understatment: she had been completely blindsided. She fought for control of herself
"Uh...well, my son's father, Stu Pott --you might know him--...I suppose he qualifies WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH THE SONG?!
Her voice steadily got squeakier ss she spoke.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 13:46:28 GMT -8
"Never heard of him."
He said with a shrug. But he had been out of state for a while, so he could have forgotten. But he didn't remember a Stu.
"I just figured that's why you are here all alone. No man's land is still dangerous, and I'm sure the Crows are powerful enough to move a piano. So I'm assuming you haven't told them about this, because it's your little secret."
And in his experience girls with musical secrets that play romantic and soft songs all alone were doing it because they had feelings for a guy that they hadn't been able to express yet. For some reason, normally they were afraid to. But again, that was just him drawing on past experiences.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 9, 2012 16:14:44 GMT -8
She listened to his explanation with a sagely expression, nodding in agreement. But she couldn't help but crack up a little at the notion that her feelings for Stu was why she was here.
"HA. Well, you're right about it being my little secret: plus there's no where to put this damn thing and hauling it halfway across the city isn't exactly easy. Besides, being alone in a judgement free environment helps calm me down." she started to laugh again, shaking her head. "Nuhnuhnuh, that stuff is just for me...and now you, apparently. When I play something with him in mind, it goes something like this:" she spun around on the bench and immediately began to play...and sing.OOC:WELL, I tried to karaoke this as best I could in Delilah's voice, but I couldn't quite get it. So, while I work on that, here's the real thing: P!nk's voice is pretty similar to Delilah's anyway.
...ignore the guitar.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 22:02:47 GMT -8
"Not easy for you maybe."
He said with a smug grin. He just needed it to get outside to the stone and he could move it anywhere. It paid to dedicate himself to his abilities. With that round of teasing she showed him what song she would play for Stu. Whoever that was.
He listened again to the song. It was nice, but probably his least favorite of the ones that she had shown him so far. When she was done he would give her another polite applause.
"Shame you don't know me better, I would be curious to see what you came up with if you did."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 9, 2012 23:17:57 GMT -8
"Shame you don't know me better, I would be curious to see what you came up with if you did." She thought about it for a second. "Well, based on preliminary evidence, 'Moves like Jagger' comes to mind. Buuut, for you...something trickier..."
And it suited her mood too, playful, but still unable to get a lock on the 'vibe' Mathew was exuding.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 23:33:44 GMT -8
He laughed as she started to play, clearly amused. In a good way.
"I will consider it an honor that you think I deserve something tricky."
He said after she was done playing. Probably a good guess too. He like to think that he was a clever individual. Always plotting and scheming. Always with another plan, and a way to win. No matter what. And he would achieve what he set out to do here in California. No matter what.
"Any other secret skills you want to share? Musician, fighter, oil stained hands suggest mechanically inclined."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 10, 2012 0:29:50 GMT -8
She inclined her head in thanks at his words of appreciation. She was actually starting to like playing for people.
"Any other secret skills you want to share? Musician, fighter, oil stained hands suggest mechanically inclined."
She looked down at her hands reflexively and nodded. "Yep. I mentioned I was head Engineer of the Crows, right? I've been working on cars since I was fourteen. Learned to make a bomb a year later, more or less by accident."
She had known stuffing a leaking propane tank in an empty fridge would explode when pierced, just not to the extent that it blew up the majority of the interior of her family's garage.
Her dad had been piiiiissed.
"Other than that, I speak a little Japanese and Spanish and I know sign language. How about you? There has to be something more to you than fighting, confusing the hell out of me and that weird thing you do with that stone snake you keep in your coat."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 0:43:50 GMT -8
"Of course I do."
He said with a teasing smirk. But made no effort to elaborate on his skills. At least for now. He wanted to keep some of the mystery alive.
"I'm fairly decent at sculpting though. I will say that much."
Still teasing, and smirking. He was good at that now thanks to his Qi.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 10, 2012 15:56:26 GMT -8
"Of course I do."
She raised an eyebrow as he smirked, waiting for him to add something to the end of that sentence. So they just sat there in awkward silence for a moment before Delilah laughed. "I'll have to take your word for it then."
"I'm fairly decent at sculpting though. I will say that much."
She slapped her knee in mock disbelief, "No, really? Go figure. I never would have thought that someone who could manipulate earth would be able to form it into whatever shape he pleased!" Though she was being sarcastic, she was genuinely curious. She'd always been good with her hands, but as far as making artsy things went, she was at a loss.
"What sort of things do you sculpt?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 19:41:15 GMT -8
"I'm sure you will find out eventually. If we meet again perhaps."
He turned and started to leave the room, waving for her to follow him.
"What do you want me to make?"
He had no preferences. Well, not true, he made a lot of Dragons.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 10, 2012 19:48:12 GMT -8
She got up from the bench and followed him outside, noting how he moved surefootedly despite being in bare feet.
"What do you want me to make?"
"Hmmm...something that inspires you." she said, thinking this might be a more roundabout way of getting to know a bit more about him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 19:54:42 GMT -8
"As you wish."
He said as he stepped outside of the building, his feet meeting bare stone and his body would sink in to the Earth. Leaving Delilah there for a minute before the ground started to rumble stone rising from the ground. A large block of it. From within the block Mathew would step out to the open world once more.
Letting out a drawn out exhale his hands began to run along the stone. The stone moving and bending to his will like clay. It began to take form as he moved around it, his hands running over it and smoothing it. The process took about fifteen minutes, but she would be standing before a large stone dragon. Serpentine and coiled. Intricate detail done on the scales and eyes. A jaw that was open and ready to bite, even as a claw was raised up.
A warning.
A calling card.
An inspiration.
And his legacy.
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