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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 2, 2013 0:43:56 GMT -8
Mathew still had Delilah slung over his shoulder after their friendly training session. Lucky for her they had not been terribly far from the Crow Boarder. Which meant he didn't have to worry about getting his Chopper. He crossed the boarder without a care in the world continuing until he would finally spot a patrol or someone. Didn't really matter who. He would put two fingers in to his mouth and let out a piercing whistle to get their attention before dropping the bloody and beaten Delilah on to the ground in front of him. And then he waited. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 2, 2013 0:52:05 GMT -8
Mathew wouldn't have to wait very long.
A new arrival in Crow territory never went unnoticed. A Dragon visitor never went unfollowed.
An Elder-Dragon carrying the broken body of the Crow's First, while it had never happened before, definitely warranted checking out.
As Delilah hit the pavement with a wet smack, she came too, groggily coughing up minute amounts of blood while her shoulders and leg streamed with it. The one side of her face was swollen from the slap she had received, though this barely registered. She scowled fiercely up at him.
Fuck yooooou
Sprinting from around a corner would come Talon and Sergei, stopping a few yards away at the sight of their commander lying prone and bleeding profusely on the ground. They recognized the Earth Dragon from an earlier encounter and both placed a hand on their weapons.
"What the hell is THIS?!"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 2, 2013 0:55:37 GMT -8
Mathew just glanced at the two of them with a raise of his eyebrow. The blood from her claw attack on his face was dried, but still there. The slash still fresh, but clotting up. He wasn't sure if they were just trying to look intimidating or what. But they were not doing a good job.
"Who knows."
Mathew said with a shrug as he took a step closer to the prone Delilah, kneeling down over her to look in to her eyes. Trying to see if she was able to focus her vision or not.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 2, 2013 1:06:27 GMT -8
Sergei and Nigel would exchange a quick glance, approaching quickly while looking about them.
"Vere you attacked? Vat happened to ze First?"
Delilah's eyes slipped in and out of focus as Mathew loomed over her, and, after a couple of blinks, they connected firmly with his, unwavering. Still thinking the same vehement thought over and over.
Dick, dick, fuck you, you dick,
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 2, 2013 1:13:39 GMT -8
He wasn't sure what it was about her icy blue eyes. But something told him that she wanted to fuck him. He was flattered but unfortunately he was with Bastille and had no interest in losing his balls. As fun as Delilah may or may not be.
"Nah, we were not attacked."
Mathew said casually, leaning down to bring his lips against Delilah's ear. Speaking in a low whisper so that only she would be able to hear him.
"Stop trying to be strong. Be strong."
With that he pulled away from her and reached in to his pocket to pull out a small candy tear drop. He brought it to her lips, and if she didn't open her mouth he would push it in. No was not an option.
((Subtracting 1 candy tear from my inventory.))
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 2, 2013 1:23:28 GMT -8
THATWASTHEOPPOSITEMESSAGEIWASTRYINGTOCONVEY[/i][/color]
Sergei and Talon balked as Mathew leaned scandalously close to Delilah's ear, unable to hear what he said to her.
Delilah, however, felt renewed. And not because of the candy tear, oh no, not yet. But because of her ANGER.
Surprised, the candy tear slipped past her lips...and then she glared at Mathew most hatefully, thinking many vile curses at him and promptly spat it back out, at his feet.
"I don't fucking NEED hand-outs," She slurred in a hoarse voice that was almost a growl.
"DEL!" The burly Irishman slid to the ground behind Delilah's head, pulling open his coat and whipping out his medical supplies "Jesus CHRIST look at you!" He looked up at Mathew, concerned. "What happened?"[/size]
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 2, 2013 1:28:16 GMT -8
Unbothered by her stubbornness Mathew simply picked up the tear and would shove it back in to her mouth. Only now it was dirty. And to make sure it stayed there he would clamp his hand over her mouth as he turned to the burly Irishman.
"Before or after she refused to take the medicine that would fix her back to One Hundred percent health?"
He asked, buying some more time.
"And if you don't eat it I'm going to stab your throat and pop it in to that hole."
Not even kidding.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 2, 2013 1:38:03 GMT -8
Lips would be clamped tightly shut against the damned candy, clearly a fuck you to the Earth Dragon trying to help her. She would bring up her uninjured hand to pry his hand away from her mouth, albeit somewhat feebly.
"Wait...WHAT?! DEL!! EAT THE CANDY!"
She shook her head vehemently.
Sergei would look with concern and a little bit of boredom at Mathew. "I am goink to haf to ask you to PLEAZ not stab ze First."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 2, 2013 1:41:18 GMT -8
He kept his hand clamped over her mouth, putting a bit more weight in to it. His free hand moving to one of her knives and drawing it.
"Well I don't really want to stab her."
Again.
"But if stabbing her throat and popping it in there gets her patched up, well then find me a surgical mask."
Ok he was having a little fun with this.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 2, 2013 1:49:42 GMT -8
Delilah blinked at the knife...her knife in his hand, ready to STAB HER IN THE THROAT...and simply continued to glare at him (trying not to yell in pain as he pressed more weight into her injured back and shoulders.
Then, Talon scowled down at his CO. He put a big, meaty hand on her forehead and shoved her back to the pavement.
"Del, I dunno what happened, and I'm sure you're pissed, but if you DON'T FUCKING STUFF YOUR PRIDE, AND EAT THE GODDAMN CANDY, YOU MIGHT BLEED OUT OR, IF YOU LIVE, TAKE FOUR WEEKS TO FULLY HEAL.
NOW, WHAT'S IT GONNA BE?"
Delilah stopped struggling for an instant, as if considering, changing her gaze back to Talon's
Then, she punched him in the face with her good hand.
He rocked back and fell on his ass, nose already bleeding from the hit.
"OW! FFFF-UCK, DAMMIT DELILAH."
Her gaze turned back to Mathew, more sincere, more firm than before. you're gonna have to if you want me to eat that thing. You ass.[/i][/size]
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 2, 2013 1:52:58 GMT -8
"Well I tried to do this the painless way."
He wasn't actually going to stab her. Not here. That was going a little far. He would drop the knife and would take his hand away from her mouth and instead he would pop the candy inside the stab wound on her shoulder. Clamping his hand over that to let the candy dissolve there instead.
"Have fun with this one Delilah."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 2, 2013 2:02:50 GMT -8
She was only triumphant for a moment as Mathew dropped her knife and lifted his hand away from her mouth.
Only to have it jammed into her ruined SHOULDER.
She gritted her teeth against the pain and writhed, limbs convulsing as the sugary candy frothed and dissolved into her wound, trying not to thrash too much. Eyes still connected with Mathew's as if to say you fucking cheater.
Sergei would look on with mild interest.
"I bet zat hurts."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 2, 2013 2:06:00 GMT -8
"Like a bitch I'm sure. But it should fix up the massive nerve damage she has. Not to mention the blood loss. She took quite a thrashing."
He said matter of factly, keeping his hand clamped on the wound. Still not at all worried about the fact that he did this to Delilah and her men were the people he ran in to. He wasn't even sure if they figured out that he was the one that did this to her. Maybe, and they were smart enough to shut up. Or maybe not, and they were just dumb.
"So how is life in the Crows treating you?"
Small talk while he waited to watch her wounds heal up. It was always fun to watch.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 2, 2013 15:53:08 GMT -8
Sergei would blink at Mathew.
"Vell enough...Until a Dragon Elder returns my C.O. in zis condition." he gestured to the writhing woman on the ground. "Vat happened?"
Delilah would continue to convulse as sinew, nerves, muscle and veins repaired themselves as the weird medicine candy worked through her blood stream. By the end of it, she was gasping with sweat glistening on her forehead, multiple holes in her blood stained clothing and groaning from the aftermath, but otherwise, newly unharmed.
She glowered up at Mathew and forced herself to sit upright. "Ass"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 2, 2013 15:59:23 GMT -8
"She asked for training. So I made a point to demonstrate her problem. Though it seems from her stubborn refusal to take the first aid she did not learn her lesson."
He clicked his tongue as he stood up, seeing that she was healing up. It was always weird to see it happen though. And it felt trippy to be the one healed. At least to him he thought it felt weird. He ignored her calling him an ass though and would just smile sweetly at her.
"You're more than welcome Delilah. It was my pleasure to help, it's what friends do, right?"
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