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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 22, 2013 21:04:00 GMT -8
Bastille would lead David to the ruins of Public High School 259, a small but quaint little place compared to the ruin of everything else global. But to Bastille, this place was perfect- and they wouldn't be disturbed. It was the best ghost town in town...
She would lead him to a rather nice, heavy looking pile of rubble and begin digging before pulling out a trunk- which obviously had origins other than where she had found it. Opening it, she took out a dusty brown sack which clanked a bit like glass, and then closed the trunk and replaced it and the rubble. She then hopped herself on top and withdrew a dark green bottle from the bag and uncorked it. The immediate smell of strong alcoholic content came from the bottle.
Bastille smirked.
"Mother of the year...." She snickered then raised a brow up to David before patting the rock next to her and raising a brow.
"Care for some home made moonshine Mr. Blaze?"
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Post by David B. on Sept 23, 2013 7:08:43 GMT -8
David followed without saying a word, noting that, after a short period, they were heading toward the old familiar hunting grounds, where he had made his start and name in California. 259. He would watch her, a little curious, as she dug through some of the rubble, removing a rather strange chest that was covered in small pebbles. Opening it, Bastille removed a bag, taking out a bottle and replacing it before putting the cask back. He scratched his head as she stated she was mother of the year, unsure of how to respond, exactly, considering she HAD let the kid wander off... yet he felt she loved her kids, and took care of them well enough. So he watched her smile, and pat the rock, before slowly bringing himself over to sit down next to her.
"Moonshine...? You DO remember I can't hold my liqour at all, right?"
A small smile, before he accepted the bottle and took a long swig of the contents. As it hit his throat, his eyes clenched shut, and he gulped it down, coughing a bit as he lowered his hand. He felt like throwing up- it tasted like pure alcohol! Still, he choked it down, handing the bottle back to her without much a-gusto, so she could have a drink. He would watch her a moment, trying to grasp what reason the Earth Dragons wife (God, he hated saying that as she should have been with him, which made him wonder if he would ever just accept it) would have for dragging him back to this place.
"And your not...a terrible mother. Just...thought i'd be clear. Shit happens..."
He didn't know why he felt the need to say that but still...there it was.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 23, 2013 23:06:40 GMT -8
"Dont berate yourself for scolding me, its bloody annoying" She snickered and shrugged, taking in his reaction with a rather obvious hint of amusement.
"Yes, the one thing I was better at than you-..." She shrugged. "Guess it was my culture"
She took the bottle, holding it to her lips and feeling the liquids luke warm temperature spread over them. Sure she swallowed a miniscule amount of it, breathing in hard and coughing even harsher- but really her reaction was a bit much for the little she had drank. Her intention was not to get drunk tonight. She was still mad at Mathew, but that didn't give her the right to come home smelling horrible....again.
They had their issues. Lots of them. But she had never felt more at home than with those girls she still had trouble calling hers, and bickering with Mathew over how both of them had real problems with being 'normal'. But David, despite whatever it was that had happened, was still very close to her heart. That meant staying away from him once he'd stumbled, literally, back into her life was .... difficult.
Bastille didn't let people in often. Sure, humanity was important to her- life in general was huge. She was a knight, of course the general welfare fit into her regal responsibility side- however undeniably self imposed. But those who she let in real close...well...she had a slightly addictive personality.
That being said, she refused to get drunk. Not because she questioned her own ability to stay loyal to her husband under such influences, but because she had a plan. So she would act like she was taking bigger sips than she was, expertly trying to keep it from him. She would drink more if he caught on, but by that point he should be ahead of her....he was the light weight here.
Bastille handed him back the bottle and sighed, bringing her knee up so she could massage her ankle.
"And you also still suck at noticing sarcasm apart from real speech." She added thoughtfully.
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Post by David B. on Sept 24, 2013 9:07:46 GMT -8
David smiled at her and shook his head and took another deep swig, honestly not noticing or paying attention to how Bastille drank. Not that he wouldn't wonder at her ploy if he figured it out, he just had to reason to be suspicious of it. The second shot of moonshine flamed down his throat, the first already making his eyesight rather blurry. He shook his head, not coughing this time just clearing his throat a little.
He handed the bottle back.
"Well, considering that when I see you, you either want to get away from me or kill me, I haven't had the chance to up my game in the sarcasm department."
He gave a small smile- the alcohol was already messing with his brain filter, letting out words he probably wouldn't have said otherwise. Give him one or two more, and David wouldn't be responsible for his own words or actions...was that her plot? To get him...aaaand that thought line was lost as more of the moonshine flooded his brain, causing him to blink rapidly for a moment, silently.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 24, 2013 11:07:49 GMT -8
Bastille stole the bottle from his hand, raising a brow at how fast this was really affecting him. Man- light weight was an understatement. Guess this guy really was the storm dragon- he was as light as air. Bastille snickered and corked the bottle, holding it for a moment on her knee.
"Well lets me honest here, I can't kill you...as much as I want too....and who honestly wants to hear you snark?!" She shrugged.
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Post by David B. on Sept 24, 2013 11:16:35 GMT -8
David turned his eyes on her as his head became quite fuzzy.
"Me snark? If there were anyone who-"
He cut himself off, blinking a moment before letting out a chuckle.
"Ah, yeah...okay. Well done. Sarcasm indeed. So...tell me, Bastille. Married life. It rock or what?"
He would take the bottle back and uncork it, taking two more gulps before replacing the cork and handing it back. He didn't want to drink her stash but he sure as heck was shitfaced enough to commit to a long conversation with his ex-fiancé, like he assumed she wanted. He stood and brushed a hand through his hair, looking around a bit as he listened, trying to remember the school that was.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 24, 2013 11:27:39 GMT -8
Bastille just furrowed her brow.
"Alright Mate, moonshine CAN kill you." She rolled her eyes and stashed the bottle out of sight after taking a long swig herself- of course modifying it to not actually be as long as it was.
She took a minute to compose herself. Then she shrugged.
"it's marriage...?" she answered in a confused manner.
Then she just snickered.
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Post by David B. on Sept 24, 2013 11:43:47 GMT -8
He smirked.
"You always were the best at avoiding...avoiding direct, extending answers."
He crouched, and twirled his finger over a small stone, lifting it.
"Try to give this question your all, okay? Why did...you bring me here. Just to -HIC- get drunk?"
He didn't look at her, waiting for her response.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 24, 2013 12:07:43 GMT -8
Bastille smirked, then turned and slammed her fist straight into his face.
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Post by David B. on Sept 24, 2013 12:25:15 GMT -8
Davids head snapped to the side, his current crouch causing him to stumble several steps.
"Wha-!? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 24, 2013 13:01:48 GMT -8
Bastille stood up calmly and brushed herself off before standing and giving him a rather dark glare.
"your gift" she said cooly before crossing her arms angrily.
"WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO JUST UP AND LEAVE FOR NO GODDAMN REASON?"
But she threw up a hand before he could answer.
"When you became a Dragon, on of 'the' Dragons- you gave up any entitlement to a personal life you had. Maybe before the world was a shit hole you could treat this institution like the gang it was and you could indeed have been a A BLEEDING WANKER and gone off and sodded dicks for all I care- but ever since the bombs you have been, you took and upheld a bonified position over a new worlds people. You do not retain the right to be a selfish prick."
She walked up to him.
"Vanishing is for magicians, and as far as I'm concerned they do not exit in this world."
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Post by David B. on Sept 24, 2013 13:09:46 GMT -8
David listened, then wiped the back of his hand against his mouth.
"Your one to talk, princess. I propose, and your in the wind, forsaking the institution you agreed to. Wouldn't it have been easier just to fucking tell me No, INSTEAD OF MARRYING HIM!"
David launched forward, aiming an uppercut for the woman who thought to look down on him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 24, 2013 13:25:09 GMT -8
She wasn't looking down on him. She was ONE of THOSE people...as much as she hated to admit it. She hated the dragons, but she if she choose what new world country she held the most loyalty towards? It was Dragons 100% of the time- at least on this continent where she was currently stuck.
Then he went there and before she could reply, she was side stepping, attempting to dodge.
"Geez- drunk and still able to almost land a hit! ALRIGHTIE THEN!" She back flipped and stood again. Making no move to attack him again.
"We can talk about that next David! But I'm talking about this... You dont agree to lead a people then abandon them! You left no one worthy of taking your place, Damnit David. I'd expect Mathew to pull some stupid shit like that because he is the person who believes that he is the embodiment of his people and everything he does, every where he goes is a testament to it but he's wrong and both you and I know it."
At least thats how she perceived him.
"But neither of us can change him, and even he hasn't left those he embodies without guidance. Screw me, I'm not a leader- I'm a knight...but you're the king as is Mathew and as is Leon....dont abandon the people who have sworn to you their loyalty. I'm a failed knight- I didn't uphold my vow to you...but that me. Thats not you. You're supposed to be the leader who takes his peoples dreams into the weight already placed upon his shoulders." She said fiercely.
Personal matters were always second to Bastille- and that might be her problem. The people always came first, those who looked up to you and placed their hope into you- they were first.
"Whether you ask Olyesa or Kiyr or even Delilah to help you shoulder that burden, It can't resign- but you are the principle player."
She would leave out the fact that in her eyes Mathew and Leon shared that weight.....because this conversation was about him and frankly the other two were absent.
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Post by David B. on Sept 24, 2013 13:39:09 GMT -8
David stumbled forward as he missed, putting out his hands to catch himself on a bolder before turning in both directions- and there she was.
"Dammit...hold still so...I can hit you...."
As she lit into him, he would stare at her blankly- absorbing everything, but unmoved. He pushed himself back to his feet.
"Oh fuck off...you...-HIC-....wanna get real, Bastille...ill...I'll get real, you just keep your trap shut. Here's some truth for you- truth is...I'm tired. I've been holding...holding weight since high school. Long before I was...a dragon. The bombs falling didnt...change anything. Because guess..guess what? I'm still alone. I agreed...to...to...have Mathew and Leon as co-leaders. I agreed to it. The gang was built...built by me. Everything is fucking... Here because of me. And let me tell you... Tell you what I have for it. Squat. Mathew has my wife, two kids, and spends every day doing...doing whatever he wants. He's been...gone for what, three months? Who...-HIC-...picks up the slack? Me. And when he comes back he's the fucking....-HIC- proverbial godsend, right? How everyone sees it. Why should he get to relax and enjoy life? Why should....should I bear the weight one hundred percent of the time while he just sits at home playing with his kids? You...think I don't want kids?"
He paused at a bolder and slid into the seat, shaking his head a moment as his eyes rolled.
"Leon...built himself a castle and hasn't led shit since. I've never seen him at a meeting or a battle. These are men I ALLOWED to lead with...with me, assuming they would help. They...help when they see fit. And I'm sick of it. The dragons are self sustaining, they don't need me. And to have YOU try and tell me otherwise is....point...pointless."
He closed his eyes a moment before taking a deep breath and reopening them to look at her.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 24, 2013 14:15:04 GMT -8
"Let me be clear." She said slowly walking up to him. "You could lead the crows, you could lead anything...the point is- you LEAD. You are not aloud to just get tired...and even if you are, that doesn't give you the right to stop."
She walked up to him opening her arms as if allowing him to take a hit.
"Those children you want so badly- those dragons are your children. Kiyr is your child, Oleysa is your child, I...me...I am your child. You have an obligation you cannot give up. And if you did, you are no better than Mathew or Leon. I dont know who built the dragons or who formed it- it doesn't matter. What matters is you had greatness thrust upon you and you left it hanging in the air to crush us that stand beneath you."
She walked up to him further, till she was right in front of him her arms opened wide.
"what happened between us aside, I trusted- no, still trust you to make sure that I see it out of this war alive. Not Mathew. You."
Because Mathew trusted her too much....and that was something that might be the death of him in the end.
And with that she stared him hard in the face before backing off as if she was brushing something over then sighed- taking the bottle and taking another swig before sitting down.
"And would you and Mathew stop thinking of me as a trophy- Everyone and their mother knows I'm a god damn bleedin' burden! I've caused nothing but trouble between all three of the dragons. If I didn't know better I'd say I almost planned it.....with how much everyone knows I hate it."
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