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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 17:58:07 GMT -8
Everything was in motion. Kiyr had the babies. Mathew was pretty sure that his planning was done. At least for the moment. The armor of Ares was at home, polished and shiny, but the garb of the Earth Dragon was still hung around his shoulders. Dirty and ratty, but his. He was looking for his woman!
Dragon territory was the obvious place to look. First the training yard, then the Bank that served as his stronghold. Even if he didn't spend a lot of time there. If not there then Leon's tower. And if not there still than reluctantly to David's stupid place.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 18:15:09 GMT -8
Bastille would be wondering the streets with a small platoon of dragonlings, surveying the latest victory sight for construction and supplies purposes. She was also waiting for Maria to arrive so that she could be done trying to play boat expert with Marcus. But if this was what it took for people to believe that her husband wasn't just goofing off then fine. This way she could punch someone in the face if she heard them talking snark about him too...made things more amusing at least. Truthfully she hadn't felt like she'd seen the man in years...sure they slept in the same bed every night but they had such rigid schedules it was impossible to actually make decent contact with the guy. So here she was, proving her husband wasn't a half brain over confident lunatic- well he was, but not in that way- and doing something useful to keep herself busy. She needed to stay busy...
She'd be standing and overlooking the group go through some wreckage while she surveyed the area, her sunglasses firmly in place with her bomber jacket. For a moment she just watched, then as if bored, she would look down and sigh, kicking a pebble.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 18:31:11 GMT -8
Mathew spotting Bastille and a platoon would smirk. His bare foot slamming into the ground, a ripple of Qi energy racing through the ground to cause a rumble. The only warning before a pillar of stone erupting among their men.
"Situational awareness."
He called out, arms folding over his chest. His eyes moving to stare down Bastille. She should have seen him, not kicking pebbles bored. She was just asking to get spanked in front of everyone. Or at least chewed out. Not that it would change anything, but being scolded might at least embarrass the woman.
Maybe.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 18:38:45 GMT -8
Bastille would hear the rumble and look up curiously, she didn't have much time to react, taking two steps back rather than her usual fancy performance standards. Her crimson hues would turn to look at her husband, brow raised.
"So daddy did decide to come to the office..." She sighed lightly, though she really needed to stop the sudden feeling of her blood bouncing like a rabbit in spring at the mere sight of him outside of their home. Really now, the home was a much more adequate place to have him, there was a bed there. At least her 'excitement' didn't show- she could manage to keep her frown deeply engrained on her features. One of the perks with reading your emotions from a scientific distance.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 18:49:57 GMT -8
The Dragonlings had the same warning that Bastille did and they would jump out of the way with varying degrees of speed and finesse. Only one of them got clipped by the erupting pillar. Dislocating his knee and causing him to tumble to the ground with a cry of pain.
Walking calmly toward Bastille, eyes fixed on her he pointed at the group of Dragonlings before barking his orders.
"Pop that wuss's knee back into place and take him to get it looked at. Make sure nothing cracked. The rest of you guys are on double duty tonight. You are as strong as your weakest link."
He imagined they wouldn't be happy about it, and he was sure the Dragonling would have more than a hurt knee to show for it now. But it would toughen him up. Or it wouldn't, but if it didn't then he wasn't a Dragon anyways.
"Maybe I thought you need a spanking."
He said in a level tone.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 18:51:55 GMT -8
"Oh sounds fun, whats the occasion?" Bastille said snarkily, finally allowing the smirk to pull through. She'd ignore the men too, .....something about the way he was looking at her made her feel veeerrry uncomfortable.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 18:55:26 GMT -8
"Do I need an occasion? Last I checked I owned that fine little ass of yours."
His arms dropped down to his sides. His head flicking to the right. Blowing the last bit of his hair out of his eyes with a puff.
"Come."
Totally not asking.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 18:59:03 GMT -8
Bastille just let out a sigh.
"No....?" Bastille said carefully in response to his first question, she was watching him carefully. Her red hues flicked to the men and she shrugged. "Sorry boys, in 'this' situation he's on top..."
She would follow him quietly, carefully walking up to have her hand brush his in her typical way.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 19:08:56 GMT -8
He was sure that the Dragonlings wouldn't be sure what to make of Bastille acting the submissive role. But then again, he didn't think any of them had the balls to tell him no if he ordered one of them to come. He waited until they were a good bit away from everyone before he slid his hand to take hers. Giving it a quick squeeze.
"How's work?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 19:11:36 GMT -8
"Horrible, how are the girls?" She asked, obviously not wanting to talk about how she was actually doing something useful for the dragons... "And why the sudden break from work? You're scaring me..."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 19:16:28 GMT -8
"They are with the Gnome."
He said with a wry smile. Though it quickly vanished after her next question. It was replaced with a small sigh and then an uncharacteristically warm smile. It was unnatural on his face. Not due to it being a poor imitation, but because Mathew wasn't warm.
"Maybe I missed you."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 19:19:39 GMT -8
"What do you want?"
Bastille said in a sly, prying voice.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 19:20:14 GMT -8
"What do I want? Why I'm hurt that you would think I am after something."
He put on a hurt face!
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 19:22:15 GMT -8
Bastille rolled her eyes.
"You're always after something, I just dont know what it is this time..."
She smirked up at him, a slightly loving tint behind her red eyed stare.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 14, 2013 19:59:06 GMT -8
"I just want time with my little princess."
He said in a way too affectionate tone. He even leaned in to rub his nose against hers with a goofy grin on his face. He wasn't going to tell her that easily what was really going on. Not while there was still fun to be had.
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