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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 16, 2012 11:11:33 GMT -8
Hello love. Get a pillow thrown at your head. Bastille was up, fully dressed, and wearing an EXTREMELY sour expression.
"Lets have you lazy daisy, sometime this century WOULD BE NICE"
Now what could have possibly pissed off the fiery Brit today? Lord only knows.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 10:13:28 GMT -8
That woke him up with a grumble.
"What?"
He takes out a Barker base without her help because she is nowhere to be found and he can't even sleep in? He was in a sour mood now.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 10:48:46 GMT -8
And luckily for him THAT was what she was angry about- and that fact him and a certain other have been filly fatting around together on large exploits.
"You're a reckless idiot!- If I dont get sleep because of that, you dont get any either!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 10:53:31 GMT -8
"Oh I'm reckless?"
He snarled back at her as he threw the pillow to the side.
"I take two armies and other allies to take one base and I am reckless? If you had a problem with the plan you could have said something when we took the forward base, when we drafted the plan of attack, when the troops assembled. Oh wait, no you couldn't because you were nowhere to be found."
She couldn't have it both ways, running off to handle her shit and keeping her nose in his.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 11:31:41 GMT -8
Oh yes she could. One word- one simple word- WOMAN. Woman can multitask, men could not. Her eyes narrowed.
"Men- I SWEAR!" She folded her arms and her expression became mute. "You and I BOTH know thats not what I'm talking about. 'share your assets'?! I realllly hope I am not still considered one of your assets or objects because if that's the case there is a dragon I have to kill."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 11:36:06 GMT -8
He slid out of bed and just glared at her shaking his head.
"You are a fucking idiot."
He would start to get dressed, fuming now.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 11:38:54 GMT -8
"Yes, yes, we know that- mind explaining why that statement is now relevant?"
Her eyes just stared at him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 11:41:04 GMT -8
"Look at your hand."
How was it not obvious? He continued to dress, waves of anger almost visibly radiating off of him. The brick house began to tremble, echoing what he felt.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 11:46:40 GMT -8
Bastille ignored the house. She wasn't afraid of him, nor his anger.
"My head?" She enquired further.
"Forget it." She said after a moment. He was obviously going to be difficult to handle this morning and she needed to deal with a certain other personality that was making her too much of a girl. She instead turned, grabbed her gym bag and jumped out the window, headed straight for the training hall.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 11:50:03 GMT -8
He moved to grab her and pull her away from the window. The house rumbling even harder now.
" Bastille Alana Violette Cunningham you sit your ass down right now!"
And that's the first time he has used her full name in front of her, in anger no less.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 14:50:38 GMT -8
She paused, not turning to face him for a long while. Then with simple ease she turned, crimson hues poured into his. Her entire attitude had changed in seconds. She leaned against the window, her arms now folded as she calmly gouged his reaction. "Would you like to turn off the rumble effect before you crush us both to death?" She made it clear she wasnt going anywhere, but she also never fully sat down. She would not have herself being treated like a child. Servant, yes....child- hell no.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 14:53:27 GMT -8
He was full on glaring and there was nothing playful in his eyes. Just fire. He stopped the rumbling, but he pointed to the bed.
"Sit down. You woke me up and wanted a fight. So why don't you sit down and tell me just why your panties are all tied up this morning."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 17:08:25 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow and walked to the bed, sat down and looked at him with a steady gaze.
"why do you need 'HIS' help?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 17:09:28 GMT -8
"You mean David's?"
Level stare. But his look softened slightly when she followed orders. That was better.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2012 17:20:23 GMT -8
Her eyes narrowed and she curtly nodded her head, but said nothing. She was already not used to being this emotional over ANY subject. It was obvious from her expression she didn't like this one bit- all the feeling thing.
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