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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 28, 2013 13:11:21 GMT -8
Yo,
Snuck out at about 3am to meet Maria at the beach- try not to get too excited about me being gone. Made Buck watch the girls so you could sleep. After fighting off poor doggies, think you could use the rest...next time you should try fighting cats- at least they'll try to cuddle you first.
-B. 3 guards, why were there always people around her? None she recognized. As always Maria was early. Well, here went over protective mother mode. The people..had to go. Bastille hadn't exactly practiced in months, but she figured she was recovered enough for this. Below the fashionably dressed youthful looking girl sat on top of a cargo box, sipping tea. A second cup was sitting next to her, empty- but the kettle wasn't too far off. Bastille swung herself in, dropping behind the girl and taking a seat on the left over box space. Back to back with Maria, she too the tea cup and poured herself some tea. The guards turned quickly to look at her, seemingly shocked at her presence and without hesitation rushed at her. "Oh really, 6am in the morning and already I'm making friends, today is gunna be-...." Bastille complained, lifting herself up and almost immediately using the box to kick off hook her leg around the first guys neck and twist herself around him to kick the other guy back before tightening and bringing the first man down hard to the ground using her knee to crunch his face. She immediately rolled and pulled the third guys feet out from under him and letting him fall on her elbow, throwing him at the second guy with what strength she had. The two knocked into each other and feel backwards a bit while the first guy managed to get behind her. Bastille immediately flung her head back and into his already broken nose, before using her leg to catch him, pull him back in like a tango while she set her hand right to his loins, her other hand gripping his head to drag it to her knee when he doubled over- knocking him out cold. She then turned to the other two guys who were now rushing at her. Without much hesitation she took the first guys punch and used his stiff arm to swing herself up and over his shoulder to spin kick the guy behind him in the face, while turning around his shoulders and bringing him down. She slammed her metal heel into his gut and as the other guy got up she slammed a punch straight to his face, curled her hand around his neck and brought his face to meet the hilt of her sword. He staggered on his knees a bit and fell on top of the second man. Bastille stood idly for a moment looking bored. "a very long day..." She commented and coughed, gripping her stomach. Mathew was gonna have a thing or two to say when he saw the blood seeping down- she'd only torn her stitch a little. Most the rest was healed already. She sighed and stood straight again turning to look at Maria who was standing up and looking at her quietly. "You've gotten slower Bastille, not so befitting someone with your type of title I'd think..." Maria said softly sighing as she smiled brilliantly. Bastille felt a shudder in her spine- this girl creeped her the fuck out. At first, Bastille didnt say anything- instead taking the cup of tea and pouring it down the still groaning second mans mouth and forcing it down. The man immediately knocked out leaving the room quiet. "Still trying to wrangle me in I see... from here on out, I make the tea." She said, her voice annoyed.
"Did I really mess up the recipe again? And I was sure I'd got it right this time... Well shall we go? oh-.....but if I may ask, what is that red wig on your head?" She exclaimed quietly- the smile never leaving her face. "People here dont know me as Bastille, they know me as someone else entirely." Bastille said calmly, adjusting the red wig and black trench coat back into place. "You'll be wearing this." Bastille said throwing a sack at Maria who looked down at it with a slight pout. "Well, I honestly was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this..."--- 10am and there is a knock at the door of Bastilles house. Bastille now clad back in her old garb (stuff she hadn't warn in at least 6 months- god it felt good to be back....though the blood was showing at the rim of her belt line. Her annoyed eyes hid behind a pair of sunglasses and her expression remained placidly bored. At the door was Maria who stood there with a perfect smile waiting for it to be answered. Honestly the girl had an aura equivalent to that of the deepest circle of hell. It felt like demons were going to come out of the wood work and god only knows how a girl of her youthful Peruvian Asian mix blood could pull off such a feat. If there was a horror film, she was the unknown boss to the creepy little girl villain. In Bastilles head logic, this girl was the one movie sets based their evil little girls off of. Hell she even looked like a porcelain doll.
"we can just go in, it's my house" Bastille muttered. Maria just smiled, completely ignoring Bastilles comment. "I'm so very excited..." |
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 1, 2013 21:58:36 GMT -8
Mathew woke up probably twenty minutes after Bastille left. Rolling over to find that her side of the bed was empty. Groaning as he picked himself out of bed he got dressed and went to check on the children. Fed them, changed them, and all of that wonderful parent stuff! By the time Bastille and her little friend knocked at the door Mathew was already done eating and was practicing with his power inside. Molding a small piece of stone in to a variety of shapes.
Standing up from the chair he was working in he would drop the now square stone on to the little table and make his way to the door, whipping the door quickly to see who was there, seeing Bastille first, before his eyes caught sight of the smaller girl with her. The hairs on the back of his neck and arm stood up under his coat as his eyes widened just slightly, his face paling again just slightly as he looked at the girl. Fixated on her for a slow count to four before he was able to peel his eyes off of the strange girl and then back to Bastille.
He didn't vocalize anything but just gave her a side long look asking who this girl was. Because she was creepy as fuck. And he didn't like it...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 1, 2013 22:19:38 GMT -8
Bastille shook her head slowly, warning him not to ask. But she mouthed the answer.
"Maria Lesstynger. Pleased to meet his highness the god of war, and the Earth Dragon himself. I've heard stories, many stories" Mostly from Bastilles rants but hey- stories were stories. Who cared where she got them. The girl held out a hand.
Behind Mathew there was a crash as Buck dropped his cup, gulping in a stuttering mess of words.
"By the Angel...M-Maria?!" He managed to get out in shock- immediately bending down to pick up the cane he had dropped and the cup of tea. He needed it after watching the girls like a hawk all night. They certainly liked pulling his hair early in the morning. He'd been ecstatic when Mathew had come in.
Bastille took the noise as a cue and walked past Maria into the house.
"Good lord,...." She just rolled her eyes and walked up, off to see that her girls were safe and happy. Annnd to get rid of the blood as quickly as possible. Luckily she had on black pants.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 2, 2013 9:45:30 GMT -8
Mathew totally missed the blood because he was stuck focusing on the dark evil aura that was around this little girl. It was like the black toothy maw of the abyss opened up and spewed a rainbow. He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. Which of course meant she was Bastille's friend, and the girl that Ben had the hots for. And he had said he would help him land her.
Him and his big mouth.
There was nothing else to do but put on a smile. Giving her a small bow.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, come on in. Make yourself comfortable."
He motioned for her to come in and take a seat.
"Bastille didn't tell me you were coming today. Have you eaten?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 2, 2013 16:36:32 GMT -8
"I told you twice and left a note" Bastille commented from the stair case. She entered their room and quickly shut the door. Buck was hastily trying to clean up his mess, but with still relying on a cane- it didn't seem to be going any easier. Maria looked passed Mathew and smiled.
"Hello Buckingham..." She said politely then nodded to Mathew walking in only a few steps. For having an evil aura, she had a perfect demeanor.
"I have eaten, thank you. I understand provisions on the continent are scarce- so the offer is too kind." She bowed her head back and looked around.
"What a beautiful place. Bastille kept me blindfolded most of the way here- but this place. It's absolutely stunning for surviving a war. You've done a marvelous job Mr. Amtrum"
Buck seemed to sink into the floor behind them. Just shoot him now.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 4, 2013 19:26:32 GMT -8
"Must not have been paying attention."
He shrugged and made his way in to the kitchen. He had missed the note. Whatever, she could bring who she wanted. It's not like she was Rai. Plus this was in the God's land, not the Dragon's land. So he was less concerned with infiltration here. It was a vastly different environment than the Dragon held lands. Part of the reason he moved here with Bastille. For his family.
"Why thank you, we do our best. And even with Barker himself looming in the region we are dedicated to ensuring that life go on." Mathew would emerge from the kitchen with two glasses of water, handing one to the young lady.
"Buck, can you do me a favor and keep the lady occupied? I am going to speak to Bastille."
He said giving Buck a small nod and setting the glass down for him before following Bastille up. He didn't really have anything to say to Bastille, but he wanted to give them a few moments alone before she came back for whatever reason she brought this person in to his house.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 5, 2013 1:30:33 GMT -8
Bastille was up stairs changing back into pj's. God bless who ever invented night dressing. She was back into a comfy pair of pants and a giant t-shirt and was just curling herself into a massive cocoon of sheets while playing withe the girls on the bed. She was making fish faces at them as they smiled up at her.
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Meanwhile, Buck re-dropped all the broken shards he had picked up out of shock.
"WHAT?!" He said loudly then immediately looked at Maria and blushed. She just smiled at him as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She took the water and sipped it quietly going to go sit down.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 5, 2013 1:55:05 GMT -8
Mathew came in to the bedroom and rolled his eyes at the cocoon of sheets that hid his bride to be. But he was pretty much all smiles. This was going to be interesting.
"So you know that your Brother has the hots for your friend right?"
Blunt. He assumed she knew, but who knows. Sometimes family is a bit oblivious to things like that. Who thinks about their siblings love life right? At least he assumed siblings didn't think about that. He was an only child, so he wouldn't actually know.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 5, 2013 14:50:57 GMT -8
"If it wasn't obvious before...It was now. Him dropping my tea cups- I should punish the kid." Bastille said in an odd fish voice at first before switching to a thoughtful one at the turn with her tea cups. She didn't seem very keen on it though and she returned to making odd faces.
"She'll be a good baby sitter though... Her cheerful disposition will keep these girl occupied. " She poked Evelyns stomach softly.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 5, 2013 15:58:08 GMT -8
He didn't really care about the dishes. Or whatever punishment Bastille might cook up. He was her brother, he could surely deal with her. He was more taken aback by the babysitter suggestion.
"By cheerful disposition do you mean the gnawing feeling of the abyss trying to rip away your flesh while she looks at you?"
He thought about it briefly.
"Because yeah, that probably would keep them busy probably."
They got all excited when one of them was mad, they were pretty weird kids. So they would probably like her actually. As weird as that is.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 7, 2013 0:53:41 GMT -8
Bastille just nodded.
"I need to get out more..." She commented finally.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 14:35:28 GMT -8
"You probably do. Your friends are weird."
Unlike his totally normal and not at all scary friends. Such as Leon! Or the Leon clones!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 17:01:28 GMT -8
Because Leon wasnt strange.....at....all........
Bastille just raised a brow at him and sighed.
"Do we really have to get married?" she asked suddenly.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 17:09:44 GMT -8
His face fell immediately.
"You don't want to anymore?"
The question actually hurt. Though he tried to cover it with a stern frown and by folding his arms over his chest. Shifting his weight to his right foot.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 17:17:15 GMT -8
"If I recall you never asked if I wanted too" She only smirked at him, oddly feeling rather enjoyed by it. But her face fell. She had to explain....
"What If I trip......or something" ....She hated being the focal point of anything. Weddings meant...everyone. focused. on. her. She sank into her cocoon more taking a wiggly Evelyn with her.
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