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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 11, 2013 13:22:30 GMT -8
Maria sensed his change in energy but continued to smile- deciding that leaving now might actually not be for the better. -Which only made Buck ten times more uncomfortable. He already felt like a freelancer- especially living with his sister which for nine months he'd seen almost too much of. But learning to walk was a trying process, even when youre legs can work again finally.
Maria moved on, unfazed.
"She stole from my organization. Bastilles trade in the black market was ancient relics. Much like churches once used to validate themselves under the law of Charlemagne- real historical or sometimes what people perceive as legendary objects- Bastille found them and sold them. Sometimes she stole them. One of the functions of our organization is to harbor such artifacts from the outside world. The Vatican used to utilize our organization for some of their more....fine items. Bastille beat the vault and stole a particularly nice sword from us. Thats how we met anyway, you could say I 'let' her steal it. "
She just smiled brightly.
"From then on its been a rather fun game of tag."
Buck went to lean against the wall while Bastille was heard cussing in the bathroom. Or attempting and failing miserably not to cuss. Aryanna was staring at Buck with a beaming grin so Buck took the opportunity to go find himself a distraction.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 11, 2013 17:02:01 GMT -8
"A game of tag huh...?"
He finished changing the diaper and tossed it in to the dirty diaper bin. Taking a sanitary wipe from a salvaged container and wiped down his hands. His eyes shooting over to the bathroom.
"Your handiwork?"
The blood is what he meant. She didn't rip her stitches open going up the stairs. That was for sure. He opened his mouth to call out to Bastille asking if she wanted him to stab their guest, but decided against it. She would probably get mad if he did that and call him an oaf or something. At the very least he would get the silent treatment... which probably would make her more mad if he didn't notice that she wasn't talking to him.
Yup, it was best to do nothing at the moment, other than pick up his darling Evelyn and cradle her in his arms.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 11, 2013 17:14:03 GMT -8
Maria shot her gaze to the door.
"If you're asking if she had to fight? The answer is no. She knocked out three guys in under a minute...the last time I asked to help her she about stabbed me. She's not one for medical attention, thats why i introduced my doctor friend to her. Seems they both dont get along much" Maria sighed- still unfazed. However she looked at Buck and the baby, and what was weird for someone of her aura was a very warm smile she sent them.
" its so nice to know that in a world like the one ours has become....children can still exist happily." She said, a bit far away. She then quickly snapped back to her innocent childlike smile.
"Buck, you havent shown me the upstairs at all!" She said, taking the cue to leave. Buck blinked and turned back to mathew with a pleading look. Poor boy had no clue how to impress the girl. Her or the baby currently pulling on his blonde hair. Buck set down Aryanna and wabbeled to the door, while maria waited. She paused a moment, turned and bowed to mathew. "Thankyou for allowing me to visit your home and see your children. It means a lot to us. Also,... Forgive our intrusion. " maria looked at the twins again and then quickly turned out the door. Bastille could be heard using water in the bathroom as she cleaned up her newly sewn stitches.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 11, 2013 17:22:31 GMT -8
He smirked upon hearing that this girl introduced her to the doctor. That was actually pretty funny. Some of his rage subsided as the girl in his arms looked up at him with bright Green eyes. It was amazing that they were here trying to raise a family now in the world they lived in. Who would have imagined.
Mathew wouldn't stop them from leaving, but he would give Buck a small nod of encouragement.
"Maybe later tonight we can all have drinks. We can talk about some of our forays in to Barker territory."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 11, 2013 17:27:01 GMT -8
"Id like that" Maria called and Buck shut the door looking sullen. Bastille came out and looked right preterbed. "Tell me, where on earth do you plan to find alcohol!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 11, 2013 17:31:01 GMT -8
"The Norse God's."
He said simply. Those bastards made it or something. He never said it would be high quality stuff. At least with the Norse, but it would get you drunk. The Greeks had some good wine if he recalled, but he wasn't a fan of wine. He was always a vodka guy himself.
"Maybe the Greeks. I haven't asked the Egyptians..."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 11, 2013 18:08:28 GMT -8
AN"They have wine....not much." Bastille answered wandering over to Aryanna and smirking. " what are youuu doing? What are you doing silly"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 12, 2013 21:26:28 GMT -8
He made a face at it.
"Yeah, the ambrosia of the God's or something. Not a fan, but beggars can't be choosers right?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 12, 2013 21:35:29 GMT -8
Bastille noded and continued making face at the infant. "Good morning sun shine" she soothed as Aryanna began to giggle. Bastille picked her up and put her to her shoulder walking over to Mathew and giving him a raised brow. "And what alcohol will you be getting for our wedding....because ive gotta tell you, I already got a dress." Bastille felt smug, despite having to be careful about Ari in her arms.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 12, 2013 21:46:11 GMT -8
"Oh I don't know yet. I suppose that depends on what I can snatch from Barker."
He teased with a wink. His eyes shooting down to her stomach area and then back to her eyes.
"We will talk later."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 12, 2013 21:54:33 GMT -8
"No we wont " bastille said resolutely right back.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 12, 2013 21:55:22 GMT -8
"Fine. Then talk now."
He gave her an icy look.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 12, 2013 22:06:46 GMT -8
"Im not talking about this Mathew..." Bastille said back, her tone just as resolute as before.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 12, 2013 22:08:50 GMT -8
And this was the problem. She was holding his child so he couldn't smack her because it would risk her. She had him here.
"Then I suppose if you will not hold on to your end then my end is void."
He would set Evelyn back down in to her crib and then walk out.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 12, 2013 22:17:12 GMT -8
Bastille rolled her eyes and immediatley cursed under her breathe. " who didnt hold up their end first?" She breathed, but she wouldnt goad him to fight about this. After all, she was the one who said she didnt want to talk about it. She set down Aryanna too and just stood there looking at them.
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