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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 21, 2013 23:19:18 GMT -8
"I'd say stab me" She said, shifting her back into the blade. "But that'd sound wrong...." she said lightly, snickering. Her Blade was still locked with his and there was no way she was getting it free like this. She'd stay perfectly still, waiting to see what he did first. Plus his chest was nice to touch anyway.....
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 21, 2013 23:58:13 GMT -8
Marcus would reward her awkward jest with a low chuckle before taking a step forward, bringing his leg between hers to plant his foot behind her and most likely forcing her to take a step back herself or risk getting knocked off balance.
Very much aware of how her body was pressed up against his.
His head was throbbing still from the skull on skull impact, but by god he was going to have some fun with this!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 22, 2013 0:13:44 GMT -8
Bastille didn't react by taking a step back, instead hitching her arm around his shoulders and hoisting her her legs up around his waist, gripping him there like she was riding the rodeo. She would then reach her free hand back trying to grab the arrow while her other hand used the swords to hold her up. If she could just snag it.....
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 22, 2013 0:52:59 GMT -8
Marcus would bend his front knee and lean Bastille back into a dip, more than comfortable with how she clung to him. He was about to do something clever with the arrow when he suddenly noticed that the marking around her eyes, now that he had a chance to see them close up weren't looking like goth makeup anymore
"Hey Bastille? Do you mind if I ask about your interesting eye tattoos?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 22, 2013 2:15:15 GMT -8
Still reaching for that arrow.....
"Sure, but they're not tattoos. I was caught in a train explosion and the heat seared by eyes. I was wearing some nifty contacts given to me by Barker when I was trapped in his dumb correctional facility....they saved by eyes but everything around them was severely damaged. Had a damn good surgeon but the end result is the material below looks like broken glass. Feels like an alien experiment to touch, at least to me since I can't feel anything there, and I have giant holes where my tear ducts used to be- means if I do cry it comes out as blood. Awesome effects at Halloween but otherwise its a nuisance- anywhoo, the end result, looks bloody brilliant if you ask me." She said all the while still groping the air behind her for the arrow- trying to reach it without stabbing herself.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 22, 2013 12:45:35 GMT -8
Her story caught Marcus completely off guard, which would mean his grip on the arrow would be loose enough for her to snatch it if she could just reach.
"Damn, that has to be the most singularly tragic and yet badass backstory I've heard so far. Much respect to you woman of steel."
HA! Get it? BaSTILLE sounds like steel and....ah nevermind.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 22, 2013 16:02:09 GMT -8
If she had a penny for every time she heard that, she'd ...well nope she's never heard that one before. Catchy. She snatched the arrow and immediately back let herself tuck back and drop to the ground and picking herself back up. She'd looked at him with a raised brow.
"That was only one year- you haven't heard the rest of the shit I've been through. Annoying really, I wonder if one mission will ever go as planned..." She muttered dusting herself off.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 23, 2013 2:46:47 GMT -8
"I wouldn't mind hearing more stories."
Marcus would reply with a genuine smile.
"If you're in a mind to tell them."
Another break in the spar, Marcus would lower his blade and plop himself down on a broken street newspaper dispenser, wincing as he heard the rusted metal groan, waiting to see if Bastille would oblige him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 1, 2013 23:50:55 GMT -8
"You really hate fighting pregnant woman dont you?" She said, watching him with squinty eyes.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 4, 2013 18:13:41 GMT -8
Marcus was genuinely surprised by the question and shrugged.
"Naturally. I'm willing to hurt you because you can defend yourself. But the babies can't and the fact that you have to keep them in mind means you can't fight at your best."
A Thought struck his head, making his mouth split open into a grin.
"Ya know you could have avoided all of this though if you just kept your mouth shut about it."
He remarked with a laugh before waving his hand dismissively.
"You're crazy you know that? Mabey not batshit crazy but pretty damn crazy. We should start a club and call ourselves the Batshit Bomber Jackets."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 10, 2013 22:11:41 GMT -8
"I'd like that" She smirked and raised a her brow in camaraderie.
"so what story do you want to hear my bomber jacket brother?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 14, 2013 2:42:17 GMT -8
Marcus smirked at the title. He liked it! Had a nice ring to it in fact!
"Well My Bomber Jacket Sister, you DID say you've been through some heavier shit. I wouldn't mind knowing what the hell could be heavier than surviving a whole Hellfire Train wreck!"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 14, 2013 9:58:31 GMT -8
"Getting blown up by an actual train....." She said nodding quietly. "yup that was fun..."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 14, 2013 15:08:28 GMT -8
"Oh I bet. I bet."
Marcus agreed with a nod, expecting her to go off into another story, deciding to simply continue watching her expectantly with a pleasent little smile on his face.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 15, 2013 1:03:22 GMT -8
"Well, lets see...." Getting blown up by a train was kinda her hit story. Most people didn't survive that shit. What else had she been through that might prove interesting to the sorry degenerates who seemed to be the only people left on earth with an abundance of non-normality in their lives already? Especially people who had all survived nuclear warfare.
"Lets see....... lets see......." she said her mind wandering silently in a bored manner. "I dunno man, you need to give me something to go off of..."
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