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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 21, 2012 19:46:50 GMT -8
Humming to herself and traveling on foot, Delilah would be walking into the Dragon's territory with a peace offering: a bottle of what was probably one of the last "Four Roses Bourbon"'s in the world. The sash David had given her was tied tight around her upper arm, proudly displaying the sigil that marked her as an elder dragon. She had been saving it for something special...but hey, everyday was special these days.
Plus, she was sure David could use the distraction. She knew she could.
She would nod to some of the Dragonlings on patrol with a polite smile, knives jingling on her belt. "Hey guys! I'm here to see David. Is he around?"
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Post by David B. on Oct 21, 2012 20:01:26 GMT -8
All the men, four in all, glanced at the sash before nodding. They were wearing their own sashes over their mouths and hair, covering themselves from view.
Three of them removed their sash, pointing over her shoulder.
David had removed his as well, and when she turned around he gave a little "Boo." nothing to try and scare her, just proud they all blended together so well. It would be hard for enemies to attack if they were unsure when an elder was with the scouts.
You didnt fuck with an elder.
David shifted his weapons and glanced down at her booze.
"Whoa. Hello. Wheres the party and do I get an invite?"
He grinned. David wasnt a big drinker- never had been. But when he did, he wanted copious amounts of one of two things- sexy time or mashing faces. And getting drunk with Delilah left a doubtful end to sexy time, but a possible on mashing. The other men would just start moving out on their own, knowing right away what David would want them to do while he was busy talking to Delilah.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 21, 2012 20:24:51 GMT -8
The men pointed behind her and she felt the hairs lift slightly on the back of her neck. She would start to turn--
"Boo"
She'd give a little start and emit a light laugh, realizing it was David. There was no real way to discern his troops from the other: that was confusing for the enemy for sure. There was an inappropriate joke in there somewhere that she pushed to the back of her mind.
"Whoa. Hello. Wheres the party and do I get an invite?"
She'd point at herself, grinning broadly. "Thought I'd swing by with a little 'thank you' for the other day. What's a drink between friends?" she wiggled the bottle.
Anytime Delilah drank, it never really ended with her getting drunk. The only couple of times she remembered drinking until she felt fall-down-drunk was when she and Stu had met (and did naughty naughty things in a hotel later) and when she and Rem had broken up, she had stolen a steam roller, picked a fight with a Liquor Store clerk and scared the living shit out of Arim.
Ah, good times.
"Got some free time?"
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Post by David B. on Oct 22, 2012 20:02:40 GMT -8
David gave a light chuckle, chewing his lip a moment after. He wanted to... god he would love to, but his duty.
He thought to himself a moment. He had been busting his ass for weeks- not a single break. Barely a moment to himself. And damn, did he want a taste of that shit. He broke into a grin, waving off toward a building around the block.
"Fuck it, im down. I keep a safe house near all scouting points. We can have some tasties there."
He would lead her over, entering the building and expecting her to follow. It would be dusty and crummy looking. Walking over to the counter, he flipped a cup over, pushing a button that opened a latch in the hardwood floor. A ladder poked out of it, to which David would gesture.
"After you."
Once down, she would find a rather posh area, comfy couches, a super kind bed, an 86 inch flat screen- David rolled in style. A table, chair and kitchen were also there. He would hop off the ladder and let out a little breath.
"What do you think?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 22, 2012 22:20:27 GMT -8
Delilah would follow him into the run down looking building, looking around curiously. She didn't expect anything fancy: this WAS the end times, afterall.
But then he pushed the button that opened up a latch in the floor leading down
I bet this is where they keep the bodies.
She inclined her head in thanks and clambered down into...
THE SWEETEST PAD SHE HAD SEEN IN EONS.
"Holy shit!" She would explain as she stared at the opulent wonders around them. THERE WAS EVEN A TV! Weren't t.v.'s rendered ineffective by the EMP's? Lucky bastard.
She'd look back at him with a raised eyebrow. "How did you pull this off?" she would ask incredulously..and perhaps with a hint of jealousy.
WHATEVER, I GOT THE AWESOME BOOZE, SO NYAH.
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Post by David B. on Oct 23, 2012 18:44:05 GMT -8
David laughed.
"Well, before the war, I had quite the money stash. I put holes like this all over. I called them clamshells. Dropping a nuke on this place wouldnt crack it open. Hell, i would barely notice the shake." he would head into the kitchen, popping out some glasses.
"Of course, the telivision is useless. But ive got something better."
He would walk over and grab the TV, unplugging it and setting it gently in an unused corner. Then he tapped a button on the wall, and a small humming could be heard. Suddenly an image appeared of Frodo, running from the Nazgul. The image seemed dim at first and got slowly brighter.
A projector. With film. Yeah, old school. But David had a backup generator that could last for days, and only needed to be rewound for forty minutes before it was juiced again. He held out his arms, the glasses still on the table.
"This is how we will live again once Barker is dead. Like kings...and queens."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 23, 2012 23:08:22 GMT -8
She gasped in delight as THE LORD OF THE FREAKING RINGS CAME ON THE PROJECTOR. She couldn't help but gape.
Awesoooooooome.
"This is how we will live again once Barker is dead. Like kings...and queens."
Delilah laughed at that, lifting the bottle. "I'll drink to THAT! Seriously though, this place is great. All my old hide outs were rigged to explode. Most of them did."
Why, oh why, did she have an insane desire to make things explode?
Because she could. that's why.
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Post by David B. on Oct 24, 2012 14:34:08 GMT -8
"Damn...thats rough. I'm sorry. You can come crash here anytime if you want! I'll key the button upstairs to your fingerprint."
He'd walk over and take the bottle, examining it with a grin for a moment before popping it open and pouring them both some.
"So, a toast then. To the corny stuff like friendship, families, and life- but also to the awesome stuff, like Lord of the rings, Race cars, and fighting! Also- Barkers death!"
David would down his, opening the back of his throat to let it just pour straight down. He coughed after, obviously not the strongest drinker in the world.
"God forbid I meet a homosexual who is stronger than me..."
Yeah...in reference to opening his throat.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 24, 2012 15:32:45 GMT -8
Delilah grinned, handing him the bottle and taking a seat on one of the couches. "I might have to take you up on that," she said as she stretched her body this way and that, loosening tight muscles that barely had a moment of reprieve. She would accept the drink gratefully, raising it in toast as David was.
"To awesome things! Kanpai, <Cheers>" Delilah tossed back her own drink, letting the smooth, spicy taste of the alcohol burned it's way down her throat. She coughed slightly. It HAD been a while since she had drunk anything stronger than severely watered down whiskey, and even at that, the mechanic barely drank anymore. In fact, this was the first real drink she'd had since Oliver had his accident when he was 3.
"That's why you've gotta savour it, my friend. Take your time with it, treat it like a lady...otherwise it'll bite you back."
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Post by David B. on Oct 26, 2012 23:00:42 GMT -8
David would laugh, planting his ass next to hers as his eyes turned to the movie.
"Oh, believe me, I handle women just fine... At least, i've never had any complaints."
He'd pour him and her another, taking a drink this time instead of sloshing it all down. He'd stand and take off his Dragon jacket and Shirt, tossing them on his bed as he made his way to the dresser. His body, while obviously hard as a rock and cut like a statue, was scarred in multiple places, and plenty of them were as long as his forearm.
He had seen many battles, and it showed.
Pulling open the top drawer, he pulled out a Tshirt, tossing it on over his torso. It was a relaxed fit one, with Mario and luigi on it flashing the peace sign. He would start unbuttoning his pants before pausing. Uhh..... Right. Girl in the room. He reached down and pulled out a clean pair of jeans, grinning like a bufoon before heading into the bathroom and closing the door to a crack, removing his war cargos and pulling on his jeans over the bright red boxers.
Hey, boxers breathe okay?
He would step out and clear his throat, heading back over to pick up his drink. He assumed if they were getting fucked up, they were gonna be there a while. Hence, the comfy clothes. He'd talk again, breaking the silence.
"So, random topic but, how come the Crows? I mean, if it's not rude to say, I'd put your ass on Dragon duty any day."
Yeah, he was speaking plainly. Possibly too plainly for a Dragon leader.
But right now, he wasn't one, was he?
He was David here, and would be as frank with her as possible.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 27, 2012 0:04:42 GMT -8
"Oh, believe me, I handle women just fine... At least, i've never had any complaints."
"Probably just being nice," She joked, accepting the refill with a smile and a nod, sipping thoughtfully as he took off his jacket and shirt and strode to the bed area of the place. She got a good look at the scars on his arms and shoulders, some of them mirroring her own numerous scars. Just by looking at them, she knew they had a story. Delilah could remember where she had gotten every one of hers. It stood to reason David would remember his.
She watched him grab a new shirt-- a gamer guy shirt if she'd ever seen one, that told her a little something about him at any rate. Her eyebrows would lift and a smirk appeared as he came close to stripping in front of her. Or at least in the vicinity. Chuckling as he enclosed himself in the bathroom, she returned her eyes briefly to the movie before looking down at herself. Still in her fatigues (or what passed for fatigues in Delilah's eyes) and knives on her belt as per usual. Deciding to loosen up a little more, she would pull off her knife belt and lay it on the table before taking another sip of the bourbon.
Damn good stuff this was.
David returned, looking...much more comfortable.
"So, random topic but, how come the Crows? I mean, if it's not rude to say, I'd put your ass on Dragon duty any day"
She grinned at that. One thing about Delilah was that most information was given up for free when asked of her, especially when it came to her friends. David was friend. Ergo, he was treated as such.
"Truth be told, I just went along for the ride," she said with a casual shrug. "I was in Militia...hell, I went to jail for Militia--my boss, 'Unfettered', joined up with Kiyoshi to make Crows and now I'm with Crows.
"Course there's other stuff too. Loyalty like that doesn't just happeen overnight. But he pulled my sorry ass out of the fire enough times to earn it. Like when he broke me out of the asylum when I'd pretty much been given up for dead, got me healthy again in time to survive giving birth to Oliver.
Pretty much, he got me first." she shrugged again as she smiled wistfully st David over the top of her drink, turning a little bit more to face him. An honest answer for an honest question. "Gotta say though, that's really nice to hear, coming from you. Being a Dragon...now that's a fine goal. But if I might ask...why me?"
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Post by David B. on Oct 29, 2012 14:11:14 GMT -8
David downed his drink, leaning back as the first swig and sips after started taking effect.
"Well...your a great fighter... You are honorable, and respect the Dragons, where most of your superiors dont. I guess when i see you look at me, you look at me like a friend. Most dont see past the title. They dont realize the Man makes the title worth anything, not the other way around."
He patted his belly, continuing to watch the movie for a moment.
"So- your son. Care to tell me a little about him?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 29, 2012 20:04:52 GMT -8
She nodded at the compliments, smiling wistfully. In all honesty, she would have thanked him if he had been trying to flatter her. But he wasn't: he was speaking truthfully and Delilah didn't act that way on purpose. It was simply how she was.
Her smile broadened as he mentioned Oliver. Her eyes even gathered a little sparkle. "He's great. Honestly, the best kid a mother could ask for. He's crazy smart and really good at reading people. It's eerie really. Crazy good hider too: the last time we played hide and seek, I looked for him for two hours before I realized he was in the ventilation ducts...which are ten feet straight up the walls.
"He's also very kind. He's still at that age where he has nothing but the best of intentions for everyone. But it can get him in trouble, so, since he turned five, I've been teaching him how to use weapons. Just like the traditional way. Still, though, I'd do anything for that boy. He saved my life and he doesn't even know.
"What about you? Any plans for the future? Personally, I mean."
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Post by David B. on Oct 29, 2012 20:42:27 GMT -8
Davids mind lingered for a moment on the question, thoughts of Olesya tumbling in before they were wisked away by the drink. He smiled stupidly.
"Well...ima kill Barker.... then...i dont have any plans. Probably try and work to stop the war that is going to follow between Dragons, crows, rogues, Gods... Kuz you know everyone is gonna want to be the rooster in the chicken coop."
He looked down at his drink, having refilled it and now having it again half way. He was drinking a lot! He stared at the glass a moment, realizing just how much he needed to sit and do literally nothing for a while. He smile.
"Id also like to find my brother before he gets himself...killed or something."
David hadnt told anyone about his brother...blame the booze.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 30, 2012 1:24:29 GMT -8
Delilah was on her third glass and was starting to feel light headed. It occurred to her vaguely that she used to be WAY better at this than she was at the moment. When was the last time she'd been this drunk?
The night I met Stu, she remembered with a slow nod and a lopsided smile. THAT had been a goooooood night.
OOP, David was talking!
She nodded along like she knew what he was talking about. "Duuuude, that would suck if we all, like, started fighting. Like playing to Barker's limbs you know...wait. Whims. Yeah, whims."
After refilling her drink again, Delilah would lean across the couch as David talked about his brother, smacking him reassuringly the shoulder. She couldn't quite understand how he felt: Delilah had no real siblings. But she knew that if anything happened to her friends, she would go through hell and back just to make sure they were safe. NOT TO MENTION HER SON AND....STU.
"I hope you find your bruvver...brunner...brother. Stu, he came all the way from ENGLAND to find me. He walked allllll[/] the way across America for me. He found me. I think youll find your bro too.
"Hell, if he's anything like you, he's prolly fine, kicking ass, taking all kinds of names..." she trailed off as she topped off David's glass, then her own. The last of the bourbon dribbled out of the bottle and she sighed.
"Why is the rum always gone?" She set the bottle down on the table with a drunken titter.
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