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Post by David B. on Apr 10, 2013 0:45:40 GMT -8
"I adapted to many different things. Humor. The ability to kill- which isn't exactly something I was born with. And yes, Irony."
He would, in fact, come toward her again and punch down, hoping to hit her in the cheek.
"Irony, for instance, is you marrying Matt. If I couldn't adapt to that, I might have instead broken his neck."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 10, 2013 0:53:27 GMT -8
Bastille shifted, narrowly dodging his punch and immediately going up to try and ram her palm into his chin- shoving his head painfully back and then immediately back it by using her leg to scoot out and try to kick his feet out from under him. Whether or not that worked she would quickly roll a short distance away.
"Glad you didn't, honeymoon wouldn't have been near as fun"
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Post by David B. on Apr 10, 2013 1:01:59 GMT -8
The chin strike worked like a charm- however, Davids Qi gave him a similar advantage to Amtrums. He could feel movements in the air around him, giving him a sort of 'second sight'. So as his head was thrown back, he would jump back away from her, landing a stumbling a few steps, shaking his head quickly with a chuckle.
"I bet. Hard to kiss a man when he's constantly facing the other way."
He would wait for her this time, to test her offense.
"So what's with you and the killing bit? Is it like... A love ritual?
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 10, 2013 1:29:31 GMT -8
"Now now, if I give off all the secrets, I wouldn't be half as fun" She said watching him for a long moment. She then sprinted towards him and immediately went to throw her legs up and around his neck, trying to grip his throat and twist her body around his shoulder to pull him down from behind. If not, she'd just simply try to strangle him with it.
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Post by David B. on Apr 10, 2013 1:35:26 GMT -8
He shrugged.
"You mean you'd be normal? That's not boring... In fact, you were downright sexy before you decided to try and mount my head on a wall-"
His eyes caught her attack, and he would dodge simply by droppingonto his back. Retaliation would come swiftly, though. He would plant his hands above his head like he was going to make a bridge of his body, only they would be used to launch his body toward Bastilles back, his legs bendind and kicking. If it hit, she would probably fly right back up to the beams above it. He would lay on the ground if it worked and twiddle his thumbs, as though bored.
Really, it was just kuz he hoped to piss her off.
"Know what I think? I think you hate caring about someone, so you plot their death to make you feel better."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 10, 2013 1:38:48 GMT -8
Crap! He bent backwards and she twisted to work it into a rocket launch up the bars. A slightly less painful one then he was planning anyway. She gripped onto the bar and flipped herself to sit there looking down at him.
"You could be right, you could be wrong. But you would be wrong to flatter yourself to think I've though much on your murder, let alone you- much at all." She said dully, her eyes flickering to her children. No- her mind had other occupations.
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Post by David B. on Apr 10, 2013 1:47:47 GMT -8
He watched her for a long moment, giving a heavy sigh.
"Oh, my wounded ego." Yeah, sarcasm. "I don't care if you have thought on me- you missed the point of that statement entirely."
He would wave a hand and a clout of wind would attempt to strike her in the back and knock her off the bar to the ground. the wind club would have a sort of black haze to it, like a heat wave in the distance on scalding cement. She may land on her feet- it didn't matter, the strike wasn't meant for damage. He would get to his feet, taking his time.
"My point was- unlike a lot, if not most of the people at the wedding, and reception, when you speak I can hear it. At the podium. at the reception. From miles away, if I wanted. Word travels on the wind. You caring for me isn't my point- you caring for Matt is."
He pulled his sword from it's sheath, and hers (as she probably wasn't wearing it) would float to her and he would wave her forward.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 10, 2013 9:03:54 GMT -8
She watched his tricks, tapping her feet on the ground and raising a brow at him as she took her sword in the wrong hand and then flipped it quickly to the others. To be honest she was confused. Was he questioning her feelings? What were those anyway? Mathew and her had had this exhausting discussion and she didn't feel right responsible to tell him.
"You're banking on the assumption I understand what emotion is." She said soothingly, looking at her blade.
"Mathew and I have had this discussion." About four times too. It was well over and done with, why did everyone like beating dead horses? She'd sit and wait for him this time. Like hell she'd make the first move with him wind tricking it.
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Post by David B. on Apr 10, 2013 22:20:48 GMT -8
He made a slow noise out his nose, as though disappointed.
"It has nothing to do with emotion. Here- I'll speak plainly then. You and Mathew have two daughters. You are basically rulers of the largest free empire on the west coast. Your allies are strong and ready to help you. You are fighting a man who probably has several million men at his disposal. You invited this man to see your wedding. To see what your daughters look like. All your allies."
He started walking toward her slowly before bringing up his blade in his right hand, turning his right side facing toward her, left hand behind his back as he waited for her to step forward.
"I am cocky. Egotistical, even."
David would bow his head in respect for a sword fighter. He would lunge and strike left in an attempt to cross blades.
"You both, however, are arrogant beyond casuality. Beyond caution. I fear your feelings for one another will be used by Barker to get at Mathew, Get at me. at Leon. Maybe even your kids. And the horrors of experimentation may be visited upon your children because you two wanted to stick a thumb in Barkers eye."
He was not smiling now, staring blankly at her and blocking a retaliating blow if it came.
"You can ask what is different and I say this- you let him in. You let him see us. Our energies. Our quirks. You let him feel our atmosphere. You both gave him knowledge, which is a powerful tool- which is why I try to understand you. Your reasons for marrying him- and I wonder if you could accept his death."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 10, 2013 22:43:01 GMT -8
At this....Bastille laughed. She stepped and held her blade parallel to her body, skidding against his blade as well as blocking it. Red eyes resolutely staring into his.
"Look close at those girls" She said quietly, calmly. "and remember the wedding night, - were they the same you saw at my table- no. They are not. That was one tiny plan we took as caution. We are not fools David, my husband and I- our ways are ancient, but we find gorilla manners meet grizzly ends. We have our reasons, and as put off as you might be about not being able to understand them, there is nothing I can do to change that. I am the one who made sure my Husband went through with the invitation. We both are responsible for his presence...and we are not daft for doing so. Now everyone knows what he looks like, now everyone knows what to look for- who to look out for. And we had our reasons for seeing him. "
She paused and then suddenly spun sending a high kick to his face and her sword going down to attack his thigh- her other hand going to grip his blade bare and without fear.
"Personally, my favorite reason happens to be the one your most gutted about..." She smirked, retracting her limbs and immediately going to cross her blade with his again.
"Although, I dont think Barker is so easily mocked by our arrogant gestures" She said, whimsically.
"But it was nice to show him that fear will hold no chains by my neck when I go to tear his veins out one by one from his body- nor will it have me on my knees should I die trying. So get mad all you want, but you best get over it. Whats the saying? No use crying over spilt milk?"
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Post by David B. on Apr 10, 2013 23:44:02 GMT -8
David would catch her foot as she kicked at his chin and push on it gently, trying to send her stepping or stumbling back. He would then back away from her, and though their swordfight had just begun, he would sheathe his blade. He smiled, almost sadly.
"Have I mentioned I was put off? You assume too much. I am telling you this because I care about you, and what happens to you, not because I care about your reasons. I said you wanted to stick a thumb in his eye- I never said it worked, or even that he gave a damn. Your invite would have been funny, if you were in his position. But trying to prove to a man who rules over the world that a few pups in California don't fear him? Well, i'm sure he gets messages like that daily."
He would walk back over and pick up his coat, throwing it over his shoulders as though he couldn't hear her.
"I fear Barker- not because i'm afraid of him on a personal level, but I fear what he might do when I am not around, to those weaker than me. Like everyone should. I don't go out of my way to show a man with many more men at his disposal who it is I love. you showed a couple hundred people what he looks like. Now he can unmask you to millions. I do hope, for your childrens sake, you both are as invincible as you pretend to be. Because the day Barker whimsically commits to erasing you from the map... Well. We'll see the truth of how invincible you really are."
He picked up his bag and would, ignoring anything she had to say befre walking out, kicking himself. He didn't understand why he tried. Why he stepped up to either of them to try and make them see. No...he knew. He did it for her. He would take to the sky and not look back.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 10, 2013 23:56:03 GMT -8
Bastille actually said nothing, just smiling as he left. Nothing he said phased her, because she had said it all to Mathew...but she wouldn't divulge her husbands real reasons. Wives didn't do that, and as her partner it went against her loyalty. It was very possible David would not have approved of the real reasons...and the fact that Bastille had every intention of dying in battle....she knew she was weaker than Barker...weaker than many. But what David did not understand was that she did not mind it one bit, one would always find someone stronger. She went to her girls and picked them up and smiled.
"Whether or not I'm a part of it- far be it from David or your father to know- You two WILL have good lives. That is my only concern. Should I die tomorrow you would be set across the sea. Should I die another day the plan may change. But there will always be a plan, even if you dont know it...even if you hate me for it, and your dad. But one day, you both will understand hm? One day. "
The image of her laying on the ground, blood pouring from her own corpse- staring at her own body as her spirit drifted to heaven....or hell. It was an image she saw in her mind many times and it was one she almost welcomed. What she had was beyond a blessing, she didn't need anyone to remind her of that. But blessings were short lived. Unmask her? to show what? Barker could kill her, kill her friends....kill Mathew...humiliate them all- it didn't matter.
"Why do I get the feeling wittle blazy is mad that I might die from this?" She said in a baby talking manner to her girls with a pouty face.
"this might be a problem..." She said with a second thought. Yup...David getting in the way to save her. That was the idea she did not like at all.
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Post by David B. on Apr 11, 2013 0:04:54 GMT -8
*SEVERAL MILES AWAY*
David landed, feet crunched on the gravel. He stepped forward hanging his head becore crouching, hands in his hair.
"You were right. She didn't really care. I wonder if it's even worth the trouble, talking to him about it. It would probably sound like a broken record, and I just... There is nothing I can do, is there?"
A calm, female voice would sigh before speaking one word, softly.
"No."
'Then...what in Gods name was the point?'
/end thread
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