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Post by David B. on Oct 30, 2012 15:06:45 GMT -8
David smiled sheepishly, his face now very warm. " Oh im shure he is..buuut the wrong (hic) asses...hes workin fer barker!" He stood and stumbled, then paused. "..... Barker...hey, yeah! (hic) we should go and trash some of his shit!!! Make him feel all sad...sad and stuff!(sorry its short- posting from phone still  ) |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 30, 2012 20:05:54 GMT -8
((OOC: You and me both, bro.))
It took a moment for Delilah to register the words coming out of David's mouth, but when she finally did register them, her eyes lit up and a large, eager smile spread across her face.
"Oh my God, yes, yes we are doing that." She drained the last of her bourbon and set the glass down before bouncing to her feet. She staggered a moment before finding her balance and swaying in place.
"Let's go fuck up his shit!"
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Post by David B. on Oct 31, 2012 16:31:14 GMT -8
David held up a hand.
"No...no we gotta be int..intell... Smart. Lets...uh..."
He looked at her then grinned, then laughed a little.
"I know! Lets swap clothes! That way he has (hic) no idea who...or what... We are!"
Probably not the best tactical plan of attack he had ever come up with. But then again. Most of it was the booze talking. In reality, he would be very unlikely to suggest wearing a womans clothing, especially ones so small....
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 4, 2012 22:22:57 GMT -8
Delilah's eyebrows knitted together at his words as they made their way through her ears and into her brain as though trudging through molasses. As it has already been previously stated, it takes a lot to get Delilah drunk. She was at her 'a lot' limit, but even in the haze of the sweet sweet alcohol coursing through her, she was able to tell that this was perhaps, not the best idea.
But the alcohol had already taken it's toll on her considerable intelligence and, for the life of her, SHE COULD NOT FIGURE OUT WHY IT WAS A BAD IDEA.
So, she trusted in David's judgement and her expression cleared. Delilah would nod her head sagely as she started to remove her top, getting half way before common sense got the better of her. Blushing faintly, she'd look down at herself and then back up at David.
"And how do you reimpose we do that." Her expression would cloud over as she tried to figure out what exactly was wrong with that sentence.
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2012 7:51:11 GMT -8
His eyes would widen only slightly at seeig skin before she pulled her shirt back down. His cheeks turned redder than they already were before he would walk over to the dresser. Strangely, he understood her perfectly. Reimpose it meant what he thought, Right? He took some of his clothes out of the closet and handed them to her.
Baggy jeans, a belt, a shirt that said "slipknot" on it, and a hat with a middle finger on the front. Then he would step back and sit, his head spinning.
"Nakedness is awesome, but alcohol is funny with thoughts. Battroom is derinitely best."
Made sense, right?
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 7, 2012 13:38:18 GMT -8
Seeing him redden made her titter quietly as he went to grab clothes for her to wear. She would accept the clothes, looking them over. Yes. Yes, these clothes would make her look EXACTLY like David.
"Nakedness is awesome, but alcohol is funny with thoughts. Battroom is derinitely best."
Had she been fully cognitive, she might have questioned the awful grammar of that statement, but in her current state, she nodded sagely, as if she understood him exactly. Which she did to a certain degree. She had a Stu. Stu's meant no room for David's. Naked Delilah was probably not the best way to enforce that rule.
"Blo pnolem...er, no problem." Turning and striding into the bathroom on unsteady legs, she would close the door only partially behind her as she changed...to let the light in, you see, to prevent putting on clothes backwards and drunk as she was, that was definitely going to be an issue. She trusted David wouldn't bother to look, and she was finished dressing faster than she anticipated.
Grinning as she came out of the bathroom, Delilah looked sufficiently man like...her black hair was tucked up into the baseball cap, the clothes she was wearing were WAY too big for her, allowing her to perfectly imitate the appearance of a street hood. Of course, her face was still quite feminine, but that was nothing a little dirt and grime and blood wouldn't fix. The clothes felt weird on her body...it wasn't often she found herself wearing something that wasn't form fitting. She felt like they were weighing her down.
She took a seat on the couch nonchalantly, jerking her thumb over to the bathroom. "I left my clothes in there for ya. And something that might help you look less..manly."
By which of course, she meant her bra. Simple, black, made for support. It was otherwise QUITE unrealistic, in Delilah's mind, for David to look like a lady without the usual lady bits (which of course could be stuffed convincingly enough with toilet paper or a sock).
"I dunno man...I think I can pull you off. Can you pull off me?"
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2012 15:27:37 GMT -8
David stepped inside the bathroom- left something for him? What did she mea-
He reddened more. Picking up the bra, David winklewooded clammed up a moment. Still warm. Shaking his rather fuzzy head, he tore off his shirt, not even bothering to remember the door are he removed his pants shortly thereafter. Boxers. Duh. They was like shorts! Besides...it's not like he would have remembered to close the door anyway. He pulled on her clothes, grunting at how tight they were. Still, he managed to pull them on over his extremely large manbits muscles through. He would put her bra on and stuff it with toiletpaper, adjusting his new boobs in the mirror before striking a peter-pan like pose in the doorway.
"Bitch, you know I'm fabulous."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 7, 2012 21:28:36 GMT -8
She had the decency to look away from the open bathroom door as David changed into her clothes, focusing on putting her knives somewhere on her person pretending not to watch David change out of the corner of her eye. It wasn't long before he finished, appearing in the bathroom doorway looking OH GOD.
Her clothes...were so very tight on him. So. Very tight.
"Bitch, you know I'm fabulous."
She burst into giggles and she applauded him: He did indeed look fabulous...to her drunken eye. In reality, he would have looked like a VERY new-to-the-concept transvestite. With more junk in the trunk than necessary.
Still giggling, Delilah got to her feet, tilting her head from side to side to crack it as she looked her counter part up and down...and up again. "The transfermentation is complete!" she would punch her open hand, grinning a blood thirsty grin that added to the masculinity of her clothing.
"Now let's go destroy some stuff."
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Post by David B. on Nov 9, 2012 21:16:54 GMT -8
David stumbled forward, smashing into Delilah as he tripped on the carpet. Pressing against her for a moment he pushed himself away, clearly pretending it never happened.
"Er...uhhh...YEAH!"
He would head for the doorway, pushing his thumb to the button and watching the hatch open. Climb? Fuck that. He would take Delilahs hand, and she would feel a familiar tingle. Yeah, he was going for it. Shooting up the hole, he would make sure she was following after him. Plowing through the roof, he would shoot off toward Barkers territory, only concerned with keeping the hold on the girl and not letting her fall.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 9, 2012 22:39:45 GMT -8
He bumped into her (which kind of hurt, seeing as she had zero support at the moment), making her take a step back. He pushed away from her, looking almost...embarrassed? Why was he embarrased? Because he tripped? ...naw that couldn't be it.
Blissfully unaware of what might have caused him to react that way, Delilah would follow David back to the hatch they had come through, taking his hand to help herself up on the ladder...when she felt a peculiar tingling sensation that was all too familliar.
oh no SHIT!!
Before she could protest, David's Qi rocketed them skyward, leaving Delilah's uncharacteristically high pitched scream of terror trailing behind them. Clinging unreasonably tightly to his body, she felt as they broke through the roof of the warehouse and shot into the night air.
She didn't like this weird sort of flying on the best of days. Doing it while stone drunk wasn't exactly a help either. Wind whipping her hair, she struggled to keep a hold on David and on the all important ball cap.
"ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE OKAY TO FLY?" She hollered up at him.
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Post by David B. on Nov 11, 2012 9:58:00 GMT -8
"Probably not! But here- let me show you something!"
He would pull her up to him and clasp her in a hug, grinning as he kept his eyes forward. Once she wrapped her arms around him, the flight would feel different. Like...moving in the eye of a hurricane. It was still, the wind gently holding her body instead of whipping violently through her hair and face. He laughed, like he was having the most fun in his life. Delilah seeing him in such a state would definitely embarass him later, but for now, he was giddy. They hit a cloud, but rather than just pass through it, David morphed the cloud around them like a cylinder, making it rotate slowly as he let out a "WOOO!"
They would erupt out the other side of the cloud- And then came the smash.
Crashing directly through the wall of a Barker outpost, David would take the brunt of the impact. They would be thrown apart, the girl probably skidding a few feet. David shook his head as he groaned, coming to his hands as knees as men stood up and started shouting around them.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 11, 2012 20:45:28 GMT -8
"Probably not! But here- let me show you something!"
"YOU'VE SHOWN ME ENOUGH, THANK YOU!" She shouted to no avail as David pulled her up to his level and held her tight to his body. She cringed back similarly, happy to be able to hear something besides the wind and her own panicked shrieking. Instead, she heard his enthusiastic laughter ringing in her ears, and it was so infectious that she smiled too.
Then they exploded through a cloud, and into the night sky, which was cinematic in a way her inebriated mind couldn't begin to describe. It was like something out odf a Disney movie, or a Marvel comic book, or--
--Oh, God, they were crashing.
They broke straight through the wall of the Barker outpost and were separated quickly. Delilah rolled gracelessly across the floor before bumping into the adjacent wall. Drizzly, Delilah pulled herself to her feet, looking slight cross-eyed from the loop she was thrown.
There were men around herself and David, yelling all kinds of things that she couldn't quite register in her present state. She looked at the one right in front of her...and promptly kicked him in the stomach, sending him screaming back through the hole she and David's "dynamic entry" created.
"WE'VE HAD IT WITH YOU BARKER FUCK FACES!" She shouted (and stumbled) over the din the men in the room had created. She looked to David for the next line.
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Post by David B. on Nov 13, 2012 7:21:37 GMT -8
David stood, stumbling back a moment into the man behind him, who tried to push him forward. David turned smacking the man so hard his ear was torn off. Three men went for Delilah, including the man she kicked, and five for David.
He stumbled a moment as the slowly moved toward him, and then he suddenly....relaxed. His movements grew fluid, almost graceful. He continued stumbling but it was sporradic and smooth. As the first man struck, he stumbled backward, dodging in a strange way. As the man behind him threw a punch for the back of his head, he bent at the waist, the guys eyes growing wide as David raised his body and put up his fists in a very loose, weird boxing stance, hands moving from side to side.
"You...(hic)....stoopid basturds...imah kill yah....(hic)"
He launched forward, punching a man in the throat before stumbling left and throwing an elbow into anothers jaw. He laughed and he turned around and stumbled backward- too far. He smashed through another wall into the radio room, knocking the engineer who was calling for backup out of his seat as David hit the ground, groaning once again.
OOC: Drunken Fist FTW
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 14, 2012 20:29:19 GMT -8
Three of the men started towards her and she noticed how loose her body felt. Like, literally. It was almost as if her limbs were made of water, and even in her drunken state, she knew that this was a very good thing.
Her body moved of it's own accord as two of the men seized her by the forearms to try and subdue her, simply picking her legs up off the ground and slamming her heels down on their insteps as hard as she could. There would be a sickening crunch as they howled in pain, their cries growing louder as her right leg shot to the side to break one man's knee with a kick, before coming around in a circle and slamming her opposite heel down on the second man's shin, breaking the bone that way. She would pivot gracelessly here, catching the second man with the shin-break with an elbow in the face as she turned to punch the first man with the busted knee in the side of the head.
While she was turning, the third man managed to wind up and land a punch to Delilah's face, shifting her head painfully as it connected. Mother fucking OW that hurt. In response, she sent the point of a diamond shaped fist into the man's solar plexus before he could wind up for another swing at her head. This would knock the wind out of him and, as he folded over, Delilah would bring up her knee to meet his face, knocking out him and a bunch of his teeth.
There was a crash on her left and she saw a hole in the wall where David had been only moments earlier, now being rushed by the last three men David had left standing.
"OH, HELL NO."
She shot across the room, lifting up her right leg and kicking one of the soldiers in the ribs before rounding on the other two, shifting her foot out in front of his and pulling it back rapidly to trip the one guy up and make him fall on his face while the other got a punch in the back of the head.
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Post by David B. on Nov 14, 2012 20:38:54 GMT -8
David stood shakily to his feet, the man he knocked over now standing up behind him. David opened his mouth to speak, the three in front of him rushing forward when the guy behind him pushed. At that moment, then men were scattered by Delilah, who was giving them a thrashing. He stuck out his hands to prop the certain fall that was to come-
His hands would be prepped to cup to mounds on Delilahs torso, which were completely unprotected by the Bra David now wore. He would stare a moment at his hands, speaking instantly.
"Woah...sooooft...waaarm-"
A punch to the face from one of the three men would send him stumbling to the side. Six more rushed the stairs. David burped. Wind would scream in the window and cut them all in half. He laughed as their blood painted the wall, putting his hands to his cheeks, using the warmth he stole from delilah to heat himself. Turning to run, he would tackle delilah back out the hole they flew in and straight for a Barker coffee shop, smashing through another window as more men came to their feet.
Yay! More blood!
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