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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 13, 2013 20:17:27 GMT -8
Bastille reached into her sleeve and pulled out a knife which she, in one simple flick- threw towards Mathew.
"No, none of that. If you're coming home to the girls you need to have a MUCH better attitude about it, I wont have my princesses see such an unsightly face as yours is when you're grumpy"
She smirked and began to walk past him. See what he made of it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 14, 2013 19:12:04 GMT -8
His body twisted as the blade flew past him, nearly slicing in to his face. Close enough that the tip of his nose could feel the wind from the knife moving past stir. He actually smirked at that, this was more the Bastille he knew.
Shifting the back after the blade passed him he launched himself at her before she could get to far, looking to barrel in to her and knock her to the ground where he would then try to pin her arms off to either side of him as he straddled her stomach.
"You are an insufferable shrew."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 12:04:37 GMT -8
She'd let him ram her. Although in her head she'd totally wanted to just use his shoulders against him, flip and roll off them and appear behind him- but...this was slightly more exciting. She moves uncomfortably against the ground.
"If I was a shrew I'd be in a convent" She said dully. "And who knows, I might still join one, if any one convent still exists" she mused allowed. Stomach straddled, arms pinned- she was running out of options here for pesky attacks. She quickly scanned both her arms situations.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 12:08:13 GMT -8
Her arms were being gripped pretty tightly, but he was high enough on her that her hips and legs were unhindered!
"If you were going to do that then you wouldn't have been in California waiting to be found by me."
Because obviously she was totally waiting. Totally how he saw it.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 12:29:19 GMT -8
"I came back because I was asked to by Unfettered,...."
Her legs slowly came up- quietly as she made sure her stomach wasn't tensing too much under him. She judged the distance with her minds eyes and seeing how much pressure it might take to ram his top lumbar vertebrae, even if you had thick skin it might help him cave upward, moving his hips just enough for Bastille to twist herself so he'd be sitting on her upper chest as she used her legs to curl around his sides and using her calfs to hold his windpipes closed- or if he was faster she could still twist herself up enough to get her knees to dig into his pressure points, hopefully allowing him to let go of her arms.
Carefully she put her legs back down and then in a split second bought them to his back. Giving her plan a try,......
If A worked she'd still be partially under him, choking him as she smirked and kissed the inner of his thigh. If A failed and B worked, she'd take the second to rip her hands free and push back and off, kicking her legs into his stomach and using it as a counter to flip herself back and into a crouching position. If neither worked, well...they were back where they started. Either way-
"I thought you were dead, remember?" She knew he hated the fact, and she knew it wasn't entirely true. But hey, this was a game of tag.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 12:52:34 GMT -8
Mathew was pretty damn fast, and Levi had already done something similar to him not to long ago. But she did nail his pressure points which caused him to wince and lose his grip before she kicked him off of her. In which he would just stay laying on the ground, scowling up at the sky.
"See that's your damn problem. You thought I was dead because you didn't trust me. And you are pissed about the scars because you don't trust me now."
There was the problem it seemed!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 13:03:58 GMT -8
Sighing, she walked over and crouched over top of him.
"I trust you to be a reckless idiot. I may trust you, but that is the first thing I trust." She smirked and reached and put his arms over his head, softly. Her other hand came down to caress his cheek as she leaned in slowly, ghosting her lips over his own and down to his ear.
"Thats the one way I'll always beat you..." She soothed into his ear. "I dont trust in gods." She smirked and just before going to kiss him she rolled herself off and twisted herself back to bring her leg up and down on his stomach harshly. She'd save his groin- she liked it the way it was thanks.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 13:32:31 GMT -8
He grinned as she ghosted over him, her breath and scent dancing over him. It was pleasant, and he had missed it the last three days. Though her words were all wrong, at least to him. When her foot went to slam in to his stomach his arms would shoot out to grab her leg, twisting and pushing back on it.
"Don't believe in Gods then. Believe in me."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 13:36:30 GMT -8
"Like I said, reckless idiot"
She said as she flipped backwards and landed- standing up and crossing her arms.
"You might have it all up here" she said tapping her noggin "But that doesn't make anything you do anything more than dumb luck" She's just trying to insult him now- playfully of course. She scooted her back leg back and motioned for him to come at her, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 13:39:56 GMT -8
He finally picked himself up. Not even bothering to dust himself off as he eyed her, raising an eyebrow at her statement. He wasn't sure if she was serious or not.
"You think everything I've done and made it through is dumb luck? Doll, ain't no one that lucky."
He didn't move for the attack. Yet.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 13:43:05 GMT -8
Bastille kept her eyes flickering to the area around her- one piece of rock moved in the wrong way and she was out of there. She smirked.
"I dunno,...." he did win her. That was lucky.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 13:49:44 GMT -8
"You should."
Totally called his shot with her. She could ask Leon.
"I keep my plans loose so they can be adapted, but there is always a plan."
And with that he would start to slowly approach her, calm and with purpose, but no strike.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 13:53:50 GMT -8
She just raised a brow and watched him. She ALSO trusted him enough to let him even get close while she was on defensive.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 13:58:07 GMT -8
Mathew's arm finally came up, and if she allowed it would drape over her shoulders. He felt better now. Frustration had been vented, and he got to say what he wanted to say. At least what it boiled down too.
"I'm bored, let's go have sex or something. You said Buck is watching the girls?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 15, 2013 14:02:00 GMT -8
Bastille just stared at him, her face incredulous. After a moment she sighed and shook her head.
"Reckless..."
She brought up her arm to punch him hard across the cheek before using her other arm to grab his face and pull it back to hers, kissing it, despite the harshness, softly.
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