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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 23, 2013 16:18:30 GMT -8
The following day of Sidervib's banishment from Crow Territory...
It had been too long since she'd seen Mathew.
Walking up the steps to his new house in Olympus (which was getting more and more beautiful all the time) would be none other than a grim looking Delilah black. She was dressed as she usually was, though her clothes seemed more new, her black boots polished. She was still dressed for war (because you never knew), but she knew when it was a time to look a bit more formal.
In her hands, she held a letter with a red and black seal in the likeness of a crow feather and...a basket of various baked goods. Most of the items she had from Oliver's baby days were long gone now, but she had a couple of things; some crocheted blankets and a nifty little wind-up music box that played a traditional japanese lullaby, crafted by Delilah herself.
She was sure Mathew knew she was here. But it would be impolite to simply go inside; she knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. |
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 23, 2013 16:23:54 GMT -8
"I wasn't expecting to see you here today."
A weary voice said from behind her. If she turned to face Mathew she would see a new sight. Dark bags under his eyes and a bloody and ripped shirt under his coat. Gashes could be seen on his arms and chest as well as teeth marks over his face.
He was tired.
"What brings you here Delilah?" He asked shifting the large pack of diapers under his arm.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 23, 2013 16:28:26 GMT -8
Delilah turned at the sound of Mathew's voice, a smile coming to her lips as she made to reply--
Only to be stopped by the horrific state of him that left her shocked and dazed.
Uh. Holy Shit.
She sputtered for a moment, "Never mind me, what about you?!" she hopped down the steps, insisting on taking the diapers from him. Opening the door would be up to him; it wasn't her place to let herself into another man's home.
"What happened?" She was clearly quite worried about him. She hadn't ever seen Mathew with so much as a scratch before. This was...down right bizarre.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 23, 2013 16:34:33 GMT -8
He let her take the diapers and took a moment to look himself over. He seemed almost surprised. Like he hadn't seen himself.
"Oh... I am alright. Literally had to get those from a pack of dogs that had gone feral. They didn't take to kindly having me walk in to the storehouse they called home."
He sighed.
"Wouldn't have been a problem except..." His words trailed off for a moment. "I don't like hurting animals."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 23, 2013 16:43:39 GMT -8
Delilah just stared at him in disbelief.
Of all the things she had expected to come out of Mathew's mouth that was certainly not the first that sprang to mind. She looked down at the diaper's in her arms, then back at Mathew and a small, knowing smile spread across her face. Understanding completely; what wouldn't she do for Oliver.
"...Well, I'm glad you're alright, but I'd still recommend a rabies shot." she raised an eyebrow at him. "Just in case."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 23, 2013 16:47:36 GMT -8
He snorted a laugh.
"They still have those? Besides it's not like rabies will make me any meaner." He said with a wry grin as he moved past her to open up the door.
"Well come on in, make yourself at home."
He would lead her inside to his house, which looked surprisingly normal! Almost like the Barker bombs never went off. Mismatched furniture that was nice, but not overly so. If this had been before the bombings it would just look like a normal middle class home.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 23, 2013 16:55:19 GMT -8
Delilah would follow Mathew inside, looking around at all the...moderate stuff. Moderate furnishings, nice, not overdone, not gaudy or garrish by any means. Again, the opposite of what she expected. She gazed all around, drinking it in; it was almost as though she had stepped through a window to the past.
A pang of loss battered her heart. She pushed it aside.
"Where do you want me to set these down?" she asked, indicating the basket of stuff and the diaper's in her hands.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 23, 2013 17:00:30 GMT -8
"Kitchen table is fine."
He said pointing to the kitchen as he took off his coat and hung it off. The shirt was next as he followed her in to the kitchen. Balling it up and turning on the faucet, waiting for the water to start steaming up.
"Baby shower gifts?"
He was guessing with the basket and stuff. The shirt went under the water before he started using it to clean at his wounds. Wincing slightly before adjusting the water temperature.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 23, 2013 17:04:58 GMT -8
"Yeah, and some treats the cooks made; we found a few hundred pounds of sugar the other day and it has been so good. Thought I'd share, ya know?" She nodded, putting the basket and the diapers down on said table before turning back to Mathew. She hissed inward through her teeth in sympathy at the sight of the claw marks and gashes.
"Good Lord, how many were there?" she would walk up beside him, offering to take the sodden shirt and clean the marks on his back.
That 'other' thing she was here for could wait.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 23, 2013 17:08:23 GMT -8
"Nice."
He said once again allowing her to help him.
"I've almost finished repairing the streets in God territory. Sidewalks too."
He wince again quickly as she hit a tender spot.
"Like five of them. No big deal, they will be fine." Which is why he looked thrashed.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 23, 2013 17:16:11 GMT -8
"'No big deal', says the Earth Dragon," she couldn't help but laugh quietly in disbelief, shaking her head. She admired the gashes and the bite's on his flesh. "Big dog's too. You'll need to wrap these guy's up for a while...
"Are there bandages anywhere around here?"[/color]
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 23, 2013 17:18:26 GMT -8
"Yeah we keep first aid shit everywhere." He said bending down with a groan and pulling out a small box from under the sink.
"And I think one was a Pit Bull, one was a Mastiff, two of them were Rotties, and there was a mean ass Taco Bell dog."
That one had been the meanest of the bunch.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 23, 2013 17:27:07 GMT -8
A brief snort of laughter escaped her and she covered it up unconvincingly with a cough, taking the kit from him. A chihuahua? Really? Oh, he was much nicer than she thought he was. She opened the kit and pulled out a couple of alcohol swabs, opening them. She smiled apologetically.
"This'll sting." she started swiping at his wounds to disinfect them. Once this was done, she would carefully wrap the bandages around his torso, and put band-aid's on the cut on his face.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 23, 2013 17:31:55 GMT -8
He ignored her snorting cough and remained stoic through her barrage of medical aid! Just so he wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
"So, you came here to hand deliver a goody basket?" Changing the subject. "I thought you would have more important things to do. You are quite the busy bee from what I understand." He remarked as he straightened up and turned toward her, giving her an appraising look.
"What do you want?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Feb 23, 2013 17:55:45 GMT -8
Folding up the remnants of the kit, she would tuck it away under the kitchen sink where Mathew had pulled it from. Her smile turned into a thin line and she sighed, straightening as she turned to look at him. A weary hand tousled her hair.
"So, I met Sidervib the other day..."
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