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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 2, 2013 13:40:00 GMT -8
"Well, I'm sure Barkers men aren't against hitting a pregnant woman....should we test that theory?"
Bastille said, leaning her head on her hands and smirking wildly as she considered the thought of a Barker territory take over....the idea was wildly exciting and frankly--------Mr. Amtrum did not know his wife was pregnant yet, so she might as well take advantage of it while it lasted.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Aug 29, 2013 14:30:18 GMT -8
"That and more beside I'm sure."
Marcus responded with a smirk.
Barker territory wasn't exactly what he had in mind to take a pregnant lady for shenanigans. Still, an oppourtunity to poke the bastard in the eye was too good to pass up.
"Wouldn't be just so funny if a decent chunk of neutral ground just happened to suddenly pop up between the major factions? Be funny to see who jumps after that particular bone."
Lacing his fingers together and raising them skyward to crack his knuckles, Marcus began to hum thoughtfully to himself.
The ultimate question unfortunatly was where to start?
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 30, 2013 21:21:42 GMT -8
A question that....alas- Bastille did NOT have an answer to. She was an assassin, a knight, not a strategists. I mean, give her three days and a couple of updated maps and she could have a deep analysis on every move they could possibly make...............
But right off that bat? Nope- She had squat.
She sat there rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
"Somewhere that would provide just enough fun, but not enough attack power to take this play date out of our hands and onto the war grounds....I would like to sleep in my bed tonight, Mr.Amtrum finds out I made his life more difficult it's the couch for me...."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 26, 2013 21:32:16 GMT -8
Marcus would abruptly stop his humming and stand completely still, hands still clasped jovially behind his head, which was now tilted to the side.
"Hold on, Stop."
He blurted out, Now suddenly animated as he quick timed it back to Bastille.
"Wait wait wait wait, New Idea because that one was bad. Bad Idea. Better Idea is this."
Clearing his throat, the man would continue.
"Upon further contemplation I have decided that this plan of mine is not only irresponsible but also not too well thought out and may end in something awful like Global warming or the worlds supply of cheese suddenly going missing. SO!"
With a florish and a flick of his wrist, Marcus would produce a card from his sleeve. Well actualy it was more like a piece of paper folded up origami style into a thick card shape.
"My Card. And a way to reach me. You see I just realized how long I've been gone and my 'Two Eye See' should be dinging me right about....."
Right on time the man's earpiece crackled to life as Fox's rich husky voice flooded his ears.
"Now. Damn. Playtime's over unfortunately. That was momma calling. I tell you what though first chance we get we set up another play date and paint the town red hmm?"
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Marcus did an about face and began to wander off and away, but not before waving a goodbye over his shoulder at his new friend.
"Catch you next time Bomber Jacket Sister."
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