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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 9, 2013 20:51:34 GMT -8
Noises could once again be heard at the small gymnastics center just bordering the boundary line in the god territory. Beams could be heard creaking under the weight of human flesh again, and there was obvious noise from the mat as soft bare feet landed on them. A few safe yards away, two girls, still basically infants, were sitting in a play pen on top of a pile of old mats with some baby toys to poke and prod at. Neither of them were poking or prodding, as their green eyes were focused on the woman above them.
Their mother, Bastille, has just lodged herself back into the high beam circles and was now hanging upside down, her legs spread in the splits above her- holding her to the beam by the rings. She wore a simple tank top and gym shorts- the rest of her scared body bare. Her hair, uncharacteristically unkept in the dying department- had been shoved into the worlds tiniest french braid.
She smiled down at her girls. Since being back, all she wanted to do was spend time with them. God she'd missed them. Mathew had barely been able to keep her distracted enough from escaping back to them- let alone think about them. He'd been worried too. It was the one flaw about the honeymoon.
Red hues stared down at the girls with a gleam.
"You liked that trick- well just wait. As soon as you girls can walk, we're starting you on training. Any other world that'd be different, but problem is we live in this one and in this one- you have to know how to hold your own- so plain ol' walkin' wont cut it. It is flips and kicks for you two by the time you're three." She said with a snicker, stretching her arms behind her back to crack it.
Evelyn gave a short gurgling sound with her mouth and Bastille just coughed a snide huff back.
"Just like your dad- dont get too cocky too quickly, you can't even sit up yet."
Alone in the gym with her girls, she continued to talk like this. Training and mothering at the same time.
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Post by David B. on Apr 9, 2013 21:05:28 GMT -8
"You DO know telling them that won't matter- as you said, with their Dad, their bound to play like the best."
He had walked into the gym, in shorts and a gray sleeveless shirt that was uncharactaristically loose, signifying his desire to work out in comfort, not style. His jacket was comfortable around his shoulders, sword sticking up from over his shoulder.
His weights were on, only on the outside rather than under his clothes. His chestplate looked like a bulletproof vest, ankle and wrist weights present as well. He had a duffle slung over his right shoulder, hand gripping the strap up at about chest level.
He grinned, walking in and waving at the two girls kindly. He would set his bag against the wall and grin up at Bastille, taking off his coat and tossing it to the side.
"So- how was the honeymoon?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 9, 2013 21:32:20 GMT -8
"Their DAD cant get off his high horse and get over it. Besides, its easier to train a child in fun things like flexibility while they can do it without muscles and bones being in the way. " She said, rolling up immediately and tucking herself over the bar- flipping and landing on the ground in front of him.
"And don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to" She said sternly, going over to the girls and looking down at them.
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Post by David B. on Apr 9, 2013 21:42:56 GMT -8
He cocked an eyebrow.
"And you'll convince him of that, then? Hm, I don't know if he's much the convincing type."
He started stretching as she told him he wouldn't want to know the answer. He laughed, bending over to touch his toes.
"I asked how it was- did you enjoy it? Have a good time? That's what we call small talk- I didn't ask you for specifics. But, I suppose it must have been good, otherwise you'd be in a far worse mood, I think."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 9, 2013 21:46:12 GMT -8
"It was fine, I will say I'm not used to relaxation..." She said quietly. "Otherwise, we had fun, and yes- I enjoyed it." Her moon was quickly going south. She picked up Evelyn and held her to her chest, using her hip as balance. She was getting good at this mothering....thing. She looked over and David.
"Train here often Storm Trooper?" she commented, looking at all his armor with a grimace.
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Post by David B. on Apr 9, 2013 21:59:17 GMT -8
He grinned again, pulling an arm across as he watched her, a small bubble of jealousy ticking in his chest before he stuffed it down.
"Good, good to hear."
The only response to her statement about enjoying herself. He would walk over to a punching bag, eying her a moment as he tagged it once or twice.
"Well, princess, I'd tell ya but remember the whole conversation we had at my house recently? That whole thing about...well, i'm sure you remember."
He didn't want to say it in front of the girls.
"But, well, I can't really confirm or deny where I hang out much because of that, lest someone come sneaking around to keep that promise she made at the end of it."
Meaning, her threat to kill him. He would slow his punches, before turning toward her.
"Hey, heres an idea- how about me and you trade a few blows, eh? A little harmless training."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 9, 2013 23:05:38 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow.
"What about 'that whole thing'?" she mused in a snarky matter. She meant to keep it. Him and Mathew, they would die by her hands. She was sure of it. She looked at Evelyn and raised her other brow.
"Should I fight the big scary man? You'd like that huh? You and your sister both" She said putting the girl down as Aryanna rolled in a position that allowed her to see through the cracks of the pen better. The girls liked violence- which under normal circumstances, Bastille and Mathew would have found odd-------- but they weren't normal parents either. Bastille stood back up and looked at David.
"You fighting with those on? Or we going to do this jedi style?"
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Post by David B. on Apr 9, 2013 23:25:29 GMT -8
David laughed as/if she stepped forward.
"Trust me sweetheart. Dressing like Darth Vader isn't to protect me-"
He would attempt a hard left uppercut to get things started, talking as he did so. His stance was otherwise nuetral, right hand in an open palm near chest level.
"-it's to protect you."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 9, 2013 23:30:09 GMT -8
Bastille flipped backwards, narrowly dodging his uppercut. Why did she always fight guys ten times her strength level? - scratch that, why did she date guys- ten times stronger then her. She married the man who liked to flaunt it to. That made her smirk, and thus she guessed that reaction was the answer to her question. They kept things interesting. David wasn't bad either and she could live with the weights...he was right. They'd give her an advantage...not much, but some of one.
She lighting tapped back down and looked at him, just standing there in a neutral stance- arms by her side.
"So, you trying to punch me like that aint going to work, and me trying to land any hit on you is going to be rather impossible- and even if it does connect, I doubt it will hurt. Does this mean I get to grab my sword for play? Or can we just produce a drunken version of the russian ballet?"
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Post by David B. on Apr 9, 2013 23:39:28 GMT -8
David chuckled.
"Nah- see, i'm not your husband, Bastille. Punches generally hurt me. My...weights don't prevent that like Amtrums coat seems to. And though i'm confident in my swording skills, I'm also pretty confident you have me way outclassed."
He ran his fingers through his hair.
"See, you forget i've seen you draw that blade. I'm not eager to feel it's sting. So how about you hop back over here and throw a couple blows. I wanna see if you've lost your touch."
Another smirk.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 9, 2013 23:43:16 GMT -8
See the eye brow twitch. Haha, lost her touch- very funny. She just walked right passed him and broke into a sprint, throwing herself up and onto the beam. she gripped hard, flipping around it three times before swinging upward-hard. She ripped the bar from the side stools and flung herself downward, the pole in her hands like a sword and ready to slam into Davids head if he didn't move out of her way. She was hopping he wouldnt that or he would try to grab her because she had other things up her sleeves should he think catching her would throw her off guard. Albeit, the move was a bit dramatic and excessively violent- but he was the one cracking jokes.
Over in the pen, the two girls giggled in the adorable baby voices.
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Post by David B. on Apr 9, 2013 23:54:32 GMT -8
David simply turned with her as she walked by, then as she broke into a run. He brought his eyebrows up as she leapt onto the beam, folding his arms across his chest. She broke a beam and then leapt from it, coming into a downward slash for him. He watched it come, taking a deep breath.
"Ouch-"
CRACK
A loud, solid snap against his skull, tearing open a cut right at his hairline and dropping him to his left knee, a short and sharp grunt coming from his lips, light in pitch. He would take a few deep breaths, and if she didn't press the attack he would look up at her slowly, a trail of blood trickling down over his left temple. His grin was gone.
"See...? Hurts."
He would lunge forward and try to use his left hand to grab the pole and move it to the left side of his body, his right fist attempting a straight right punch for Bastilles left cheek.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 10, 2013 0:06:54 GMT -8
Bastille just rolled her eyes and took a step back, releasing the pole and seeing his punch. Crap- and it scathed her cheek harshly. She ducked and rolled back, crouching on the ground and rubbing her cheek.
"I dont remember you always being this ironic"
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Post by David B. on Apr 10, 2013 0:10:41 GMT -8
He laughed.
"Yeah well- fiancè leaving and the apocalypse tearing into the world changes you.
He would attempt to step up and grab her by the neck with both arms, turn and throw her against a matted wall.
"Either you learn to adapt, or you let it bury you."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 10, 2013 0:38:49 GMT -8
"So you adapted to irony?" She said managing to give him her upper arm instead and finding herself against the wall. Falling down she twisted and crouched again cracking her neck and swinging her arm. That still hurt too. She would wait however for him to come to her- she didn't like running into things, it didn't give her many options.
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