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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 18, 2013 3:57:42 GMT -8
Now, Delilah knew very well Bastille normally made her home in the land of the Gods with Mathew and their two beautiful daughters, a place where Delilah was now welcome as a God herself.
But she knew that the silver and gold haired woman was prone to wandering and, having not seen her in Crow lands recently, decided to seek her out in a place where she likely wouldn't be busy with babies and the like: The land of Dragons.
And so Delilah would wander, nothing more formal than her attire of jeans and a hoodie adorning her muscular frame as she took a stroll through an area she hadn't visited for some time.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 18, 2013 10:11:17 GMT -8
Bastille was balancing on a bar- upside down with her (now mutilated looking arm) behind her back. Her left arm was working fine it seemed as it held her up without even shaking- her eyes closed as if she was meditating. She wouldn't be hard to spot- using a major road in Dragon Territory from which she could silently observe the happenings and report back to her husband. Though ninja- she was not. Her bar happened to be an old light post now lodged between two buildings and she was literally balancing in the middle of it. Her eyes would open when she felt like someone was coming. But she would quickly close them again - thinking it just another dragon underling on patrol. One she didn't care to talk to- and lucky for her, most of them were scared shitless of her.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 18, 2013 23:33:03 GMT -8
Above her, Delilah spotted the silhouette of a person performing a one arm stand across what appeared to have once been a set of street lamps. Upon closer inspection, she discovered it was none other than Mrs. Amtrum herself.
It would be her up there.
"Got any idea how to fix a boat?" she called up without any preamble
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 19, 2013 13:05:13 GMT -8
Bastille opened her eyes again and saw the girl below. She closed her eyes again, a smirk drawing across her lips.
"Depends on the boat.." she called back.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 25, 2013 20:48:20 GMT -8
Delilah grinned up at the woman and glanced around, blue eyes landing on one of the walls that was supporting Bastille's little balancing act. Nodding to herself, Delilah took a running start at the wall, scaled it (with the help of her special boots and fast hands) and alighted upon the broken light post as gently as she could with a smile.
"I have no idea. Frigate, maybe? Something that can go overseas." Delilah shrugged; she was by no means sea savvy.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 9:20:32 GMT -8
Bastille flipped herself and took to sitting on the pole in a coy manner- par to a cat. Her crimson hues rested on the girl with that smirk and slightly thoughtfulness.
"I suppose I could take a look at it...I'm more of a plane mechanic, but I'm sure the library has something still"
There was a pause.
"But what fascinates me more is the why..."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 8, 2013 12:49:30 GMT -8
"I suppose I could take a look at it...I'm more of a plane mechanic, but I'm sure the library has something still"
Which was precisely the Mechanic's problem as well; she was great with cars and pretty much any kind of engine. Boats themselves, though, held a new array of complications that Delilah was greatly unfamilliar with. It didn't help that she had no desire whatsoever to go anywhere near the water more often than not.
Delilah sat down beside the young mother of two as gingerly as she could, hoping to not rock the pole from it's place. She glanced at Bastille from the corner of her eyes, smiling.
"We're putting together something of a navy. Boat hulls and sterns and starboards are not what you would call my forte."
Beat.
"I also wanted to see what you were up to as of late. Running around after the twins must be keeping you busy."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 14:35:14 GMT -8
Bastille smirked. "They give Mathew more trouble than me...they seem to enjoy making him annoyed....me they just like to sleep around. It's rather disappointing" She said with a snicker.
"But as for boats, if you're looking for classical naval structures....I could help with that. Dont know why you need it- the rest of the world is as much of a nuclear waste as this part..."
Bastille hadn't been up to much. Training hard so she could weild her new weapon, taking care of the girls, and what little time was left she spent doing dirty work, sleeping or eating....and if none of those then she was teaching herself how to sew. The girls would be getting bigger soon...and they would need clothing.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 8, 2013 16:33:18 GMT -8
Delilah nodded her agreement...relatively. "We're right on the sea, which gives us a healthy buffer from Barker...but if any of his soldiers come in from across the sea..." she trailed off and shrugged. "It's better to be prepared than not at all, especially when we have civilians living on our coast as they are.
"Besides that though," the mechanic sighed to herself. "I made a promise to an associate that I would see to acquiring one for her to travel to Japan."
Delilah had been busier than normal as of late.
"But, you're doing well?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 17:36:18 GMT -8
Bastille put her finger to her chin.
"I'll see what I can do."
She then smirked and nodded.
"As well as anyone can I suppose...."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 8, 2013 23:32:32 GMT -8
Delilah smiled back, "Good. And, thank you,"
RARE TO SEE SUCH HELPFUL PEOPLE 'ROUND THESE PARTS.
...Sadly, this wasn't the only reason she was here. Delilah's smile became strained as she couldn't keep up the cheerful mood any longer. She sighed and hung her head slightly.
"...so, 'Unfettered' is missing."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 9, 2013 8:24:12 GMT -8
Bastilles eyes flickered to Delilahs eyes directly and her face looked a bit pensive. With a raised brow she stared for a moment before closing her eyes and a frown set into her features.
"I see..."
It was obvious she wasn't surprised.......but how could you be in this type of new era. She sighed heavily.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 10, 2013 20:26:53 GMT -8
Delilah, however, was surprised to see that Bastille was...unsuprised. But she did notice the disapproving frown on the silver and gold haired woman's face.
Delilah smirked wryly, "I wish I had your premonitory abilities."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 10, 2013 20:48:34 GMT -8
"I had a feeling, he is one of those 'types' to vanish. Dead-maybe....kidnapped? unlikely.....doing this on purpose- that stupid bastard! HE PROBABLY JUST GOT TIRED OF BEING A HOT SHOT! Fuck ass!" Bastille cursed trying to deliberate where he could have gone- now wholy in her own world.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 16, 2013 23:26:16 GMT -8
Delilah stared with mild incredulation as Bastille began brooding to herself after ranting about the likelihood of 'Unfettered's whereabouts (Delilah flinching slightly at the idea that he could be dead, but...rather amused by Bastille's vehemence.
...After several moments of silence in which she herself brooded, Delilah spoke up again. "I was told he wasn't dead by...a close friend of his. You might say his twin," the corners of her lips rose and fell as she half attempted a smile. "Unfortunately, that's all I know."
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