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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 4, 2013 22:41:58 GMT -8
She smirked to herself at his first comment. "Hard to find the places", eh?
Delilah knew a trick or two.
The rest of his story was equally as interesting and illuminating. He left holes. Lots of them. That was fine with her; Delilah enjoyed a good puzzle or two. Scratching at the surface of his story until the paint flakes came away, revealing the truth beneath.
--Aaaand then she found herself flustered again at his less than subtle offer, bringing up a hand to rub some of the sand off the back of her neck.
"....I should probably show you where the mess hall is," she agreed after a moment.
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Post by John Nemo on Apr 4, 2013 22:47:31 GMT -8
He cocked an eyebrow and grinned.
"Yeah, might wanna do that. I ain't eaten since this mornin', and sitting next to you might jus' perk mah spirits a bit.
He would shift his jacket on his shoulders as he waited for her to lead the way. If she took off walking he would talk a little more.
"So, I take it yer the best fighter here then?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 4, 2013 23:22:42 GMT -8
Delilah turned as he agreed, hiding her blush and her smile. Men. Damn men with their flattery and their...observations.
She laughed as she asked if she was the best fighter. "I would never go so far as to say that. I can handle myself, but there are others here that are stronger than I am. I've had my ass kicked a few times. Our Zero doesn't fight often, but he is an amazing fighter. So is our Grim, Marcus Prasad. You two are about the same in build and height, actually. "
She was being modest; Delilah had to hold back a lot in fights because most of her techniques were quite lethal. She remembered the fight with Legend back at the challenge tower; if he hadn't had that healing candy on him, he would have bled out. And she never even needed to pull a knife.
She also wasn't training the elite squad in the Crows for nothing.
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Post by John Nemo on Apr 4, 2013 23:28:20 GMT -8
He grinned.
"Strength don't make yeh theh best. In fact, a lotta times it can be used teh cover a lacka skill. And this zero... He must be theh leader of this place then, judgin' by yer own title- i'd like teh meet him. Also, this whole me bein' a Crow thing- there mus' be some hoops I gotta jump through, right?"
He knew how a lot of gangs worked. Bleed ins, tests of strength and skill, a four page questionairre... Something.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 4, 2013 23:56:44 GMT -8
"You will meet him in time. You'll be meeting his stand-in in the meantime." she responded with a slight amount of tension in her voice, though that would dissipate immediately. Delilah chuckled and tossed a mischievous look back at him.
"You're already jumping through hoops; I'm interviewing you right now."
Oh, he was in alright. But she had to be sure of a few things. Delilah faced the front again.
'You'll need to go through basic training. All the Crows do, even I did. Once you're through that bit of hell, you should be prepared enough for the hell I'm going to put you through with my own training regimen.
"How does that sound?"
As she spoke, they would be walking up the steps to the 'Nest, passing the guards stationed there and the patrol heading out for their evening routes with a smile and nod at their crisp salutes.
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Post by John Nemo on Apr 5, 2013 0:06:50 GMT -8
He gave a short "heh" as he followed her down, looking into the eyes of the men he passed almost in challenge. His hands swung lazily at his sides, as he responded.
"Ain't never been afraiduh fightin' miss. Or trainin'. But so it's clear- i ain't here to look pretty and show off to yer fellas- i'll be killin'. Way I see it- i'll jump through them hoops but i'll be leavin' at some point every day teh up mah body count. Long as yer okay with that, we'll be right as rain."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 5, 2013 0:11:02 GMT -8
She looked back at him with her eyebrows raised as she lead him through the halls. Thoughts maneuvered through her head.
"Basic training won't allow you to have time for that. But, I'd be willing to kill in your stead. Leave your mark or so to speak. We have similar styles." she tilted her head to the side.
"I can see it is quite important to you."
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Post by John Nemo on Apr 5, 2013 0:23:33 GMT -8
John stopped mid stride.
"I don't think yeh understand. I can't go without it. If at theh end of the day i can crawl, i'll be crawlin mah way to a Barker unit. I'll get less sleep for it. And there aint nobody who will be doin' it for me."
He would watch as she said it must be important to him. Hooking his thumbs in the front of his belt, he responded, quite straight faced.
"Yeh got no idea."
It was more important than anything. More important than his own life even.
He had to.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 5, 2013 0:32:19 GMT -8
She leveled a serious look at him, her tone kind, but firm, stopping also.
"And I am telling you you won't even be able to crawl. If you don't want my help, I can't change your mind. You will have permission to do so on your sleep hours, of which you only get three. I'll even give you a bike to help you.
"I can guarantee, however, that you will crash and burn in the process. And if you do, it won't be your training that suffers, it will be your 'private time'." By that, of course, she meant his time for killing people, which also meant his sleep time.
"Deal?"
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Post by John Nemo on Apr 5, 2013 0:49:59 GMT -8
He stared at her for several long seconds.
"Three hours would give me maybe twenty minutes teh find someone, killem, and get back. i'd either quit on you from the strain or get killed for slackin' in a fight. And right as you been by me, yeh don't quite supercede what i've sworn to do. Still, I's be lyin' if I said I would mind a bitta trainin'. if yeh don't mind, i'll needteh recant my acceptance til Ive hadda bit time to think it over."
He would take the brim of and give her a nod, and a smirk.
"I suppose I should turn right around and leave, then, fore I see 'too much', as they say. Rather then eat there, i'd love teh have yeh overteh mah place, if yer up to it."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 5, 2013 1:05:21 GMT -8
Delilah would fall silent, not responding to him for a time as she thought it over, biting her lower lip pensively as she stared at the man. Her thoughts tumbled into each other as she stared at him.
"No. I will train you. Personally. That should give you enough time to do your thing and still get enough sleep to not die.
"But I warn you; my way will not be easy. Or nice. But I'll be damned if you aren't that much more effective at what you do."
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Post by John Nemo on Apr 5, 2013 21:41:58 GMT -8
He took a deep breath, before giving a smirk.
"I think yer bound and determined to see me do mah work under yeh."
A wink.
"Alright then, miss. I suppose I can agree to those terms. Thank you for acommodatin' me."
He would gesture politely for her to lead the way deeper into the Crows, to which he would follow after her without further comment. In his own mind now, it was made up. Unless she said otherwise, he would be a Crow from here on out.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 5, 2013 22:34:27 GMT -8
AAARGH WHY DID HE HAVE TO DO THAT--
Delilah smiled pleasantly and would lead her on a bit deeper into the base, to the mess hall. Several Crows as they passed would stop to say hello or just to greet her. One in particular, a very handsome looking blonde man with a smile that just wouldn't quit, would stride up to the First and her guest with a flourish and bow. John might recognize him from the training room earlier.
"Mmmm'lady~," he chimed as he straightened, looking the two of them up and down and then back at Del, grinning broadly. He so desperately wanted to make a 'where have YOU two been?' joke, but decided not to. This time. The look on Delilah's face warned him of any such insinuations.
"Birch. Is there some reason in particular you're pestering me?"
"Noooot in particular~. Just can't find your son."
Delilah blanched.
The next second Birch was pinned up to the wall with her forearm braced against his throat.
"WHAT."
Birch burst into slightly choked, gleeful laughter. "Haaa, Nick said that would happen. Relax it's just hide and seek. Little bugger is a damn good hider, but I tracked him around here."
Delilah grunted and let Birch go, letting him hit the ground roughly. The mechanic closed her eyes as Birch picked himself up of the ground. She listened for a moment with her head tilted and she turned down a hallway to the left, pulled out a ring of keys and unlocked the doors to the electrical panel. As it swung open, a little white haired boy darted out of the door and threw his small arms around Delilah's legs.
"MAMA!!"
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Post by John Nemo on Apr 6, 2013 23:36:07 GMT -8
John jumped a little as she slammed birch- he didn't know the guy, but judging from the mans actions he done fucked up. He would rub his own throat a little as Birch fell, clearing his throat as he leaned over and looked down the hall after the first.
"I hate teh see-er go, but man do i love watchin' her leave."
He would give a little chuckle before holding out his hand to Birch.
"Nemo. John Nemo. I suppose I'm theh fresh meat round here."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 7, 2013 22:01:50 GMT -8
"I hate teh see-er go, but man do i love watchin' her leave."
"I hear that~," Birch chuckled back, clasping the man's large, bear like hand in his own, slender and callused. "Birch Valiant, at your service. And I'll give you some advice about our resident ninja MILF."
He jabbed a thumb down the hallway Delilah had absconded down.
"Girl is a wild cat. The hiss is just as bad as the bite and the scratch, and she's on a leash half the time. Only time she purrs is for our Commander in Chief.
"Now, I've never seen him do anything about anything. Kitty can handle herself. But Tai warned me and the other Tengu, after she threw this idiot kid out by his hair...you kick that cat, its as bad as spitting in that man's face. No one would save you.
"Now then, I best make myself scarce before Kitty comes back with her kitten. Ciao 'Nemo'~"
And then the blonde man would take his leave, a bounce in his step and a hum in his throat.
It was a good day to be Birch.
Delilah came back, rounding the corner with...a little white haired boy in tow. She looked around for a moment, as if searching for someone, scowled, then looked back at John with a small smile. The boy hid behind his mother's legs, Just barely coming up to her waist.
"Feh. I'll get him later. John, this is my son, Oliver. Oliver, say 'hi'."
Shyly--which was odd for the normally social boy-- he peered out from Delilah's legs and sized up the tall man with one solid black eye and one eye as clear and blue as his mother's. "Konichiwa..."<Good afternoon>
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