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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 18, 2012 17:52:32 GMT -8
Mathew looks smug.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 18, 2012 18:29:32 GMT -8
Bastille just turned, grabbed the wet sponge and tossed it at his face.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 18, 2012 18:30:31 GMT -8
Mathew ducks!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 18, 2012 18:41:20 GMT -8
Bastille grumbles in dutch and grabs two wet rags, tossing them at him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 18, 2012 18:42:19 GMT -8
Mathew would grab one out of the air and throw it back at her as he slid out of his seat. Looked like she wanted a war!
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Kyrie Blaze
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Post by Kyrie Blaze on Oct 18, 2012 18:52:43 GMT -8
Kyrie took one step into the kitchen, side-step-dodging a wet towel.
She might have been lingering around the area just outside of the kitchen, because she took one quick look, blinked, turned on her heel, and left, with a: "Oui yna cu vimm uv cred." tossed very casually over her shoulder on her way out.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 19, 2012 0:02:51 GMT -8
Bastille stared, brow raised, then caught the wet towel and threw it back at Mathew.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 19, 2012 9:22:56 GMT -8
He just let the towel hit him. This wouldn't end otherwise.
"All because I know a language you don't?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 22, 2012 23:43:27 GMT -8
Bastille smirked.
"Oh you know, there's more- but I'm wondering if you're too daft to figure it out." She raised a brow and smirked tossing yet another sponge- this one dry. She then slyly pranced back towards the stairs- winked, and vanished up them.
"you make having angry sex difficult when you try so hard to keep the peace" she called lightly, already barricading the upstairs for battle. She was going to make sure he would have to put up a damn good fight to get up those stairs- alive. Good thing that girl had left, although really- Bastilles curiosity kept getting oddly drawn to the girl. She made a mental note to check her out later, investigate her further.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2012 0:40:12 GMT -8
"Well you know I need to protect my precious little flower."
He called back lightly with a grin. That was sure to boil her blood. He let her barricade herself up there as a head start while he finished his breakfast in peace. He had no intention of going up the stairs where she would be waiting for him. Instead he made his way outside and would place his hands on the ground. A large pillar rising up to the second floor master bedroom window.
Which he would just step through, unless she thought to barricade that too.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2012 6:44:21 GMT -8
Bastille wasnt dumb. She had fortified a position with multiple vantage points. In fact she'd hid herself very very well. Very well. Assassin for the win. She'd let him look around for a while, finding her fake hideouts and barricades while she hid herself and possibly took a nap
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2012 13:49:25 GMT -8
Thankfully the room was only so big, it shouldn't take him TOO long to find her. But once inside he would begin his search. Shaking his head with a grin at this game of hide and seek.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2012 13:55:14 GMT -8
The guy needed to lighten up. Sighing wasn't aloud. She'd fling something at him for that, if she wouldnt give away her spot- but she would so she kept it all to herself. Then he smiled, and that made her happy. People forgot that this was the end of the world- but that didn't mean smiling wasn't flipping aloud. So she sat balanced and poised on the ceiling of the closet, using the door frame as a foot hold. Balancing on a beam for training made this an easy task as she pushed against the ceiling for support.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2012 14:01:39 GMT -8
Mathew had never sighed. He was just shaking his head with a grin as he was enjoying the game. The first place he checked was under the bed. Which was a big nope. The door was closed and barricaded, so she wasn't hiding under it.
"Hmmmm..."
He pondered and made his way to the closet. Peering inside, with Bastille right above him. He didn't see her yet. This would be her chance to get the drop on him. Literally.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 23, 2012 14:20:13 GMT -8
Bastille wouldn't take that chance. It was too obvious. She stayed put, her breathing held as her body stayed perfectly still.
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