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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 13:47:33 GMT -8
Bastille stared at him, her red eyes curious and gazing for a moment. There was an odd sinking in her stomach like a warp hole was trying to slowly suction our her insides.....which was illogical and she really couldn't connect how that feeling was connected to this information or why it mattered. So she ignored it. For a long moment she stared and then finally she set down her sandwich.
No human could take that away without harming him, and frankly everything was very much in tact as far as she was concerned, she should know. Maybe a surgery, but why the hell would any human being use that as a price for information- unless it wasn't human. Bastille, being a devout believer in Protestant ideals of the Church of England, did believe in demons. But she'd never seen one or heard of something that couldn't be debunked.....Perhaps a celestial being, or a fate...okay so her beliefs ran out of her own church. Her question would only be answered in one way however.
"Who gave you this information in exchange for your fertility?" She finally asked, calmly. Her eyes never left his, as if this was a normal conversation. But she did take a mental note of the sudden rich desire to strangle him.....that for later. It didn't matter he'd made the decision without thinking of her position on it- she couldn't really blame him, she'd never wanted kids until three months after she had two. What mattered was that he'd done something so stupidly self deprecating and worse- he'd consulted some possibly paranormal or unnatural to get that information. Bastille was a huge advocate of the natural workings of nature...though at least he hadn't learned the future because that would have made things worse. Bastille also had a rich belief in the ideal that the future was only solid once known.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 14:06:00 GMT -8
"It is said to be a demon. But it's not. Despite what stories say, or what it might say."
He shrugged. The only demons that existed were in the hearts of men. Not real beings with real power. The power he consulted with was quite human, if extreme. Much like Hades. The power to rip out even your soul may seem Godlike. But like him, Hades was but a man.
"A long dead ancestor of Leon's. Best that I could figure, the man had a Qi to let him glimpse the future, but it came with a terrible cost. When he died, or was sealed away. Depending on the story you chose to believe. He fused his soul with his prized possession. A kind of twisted immortality really."
And part of the inspiration for some of Mathew's own tests that Delilah had walked in on once.
"The use of the power requires life force. The more it's relied on the more it takes. Each question would cost me years of my life. By it's first offer. Instead I offered it the potential of life. My fertility and I was given two questions to ask. To which I was granted cryptic answers to figure out on my own."
Really, a demon after his own heart.
"I did not consult you, and I realize that I forced you to sacrifice as well."
He frowned.
"That... was not my intent."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 14:18:15 GMT -8
Bastille smirked finally, snorting a bit. "I doubt you have much intention of me or intuition of me at all at the time" She said with a very slight bitter under tone.
"Tell me, what is that feeling when your stomach feels like it's turning and twisting to get away from a sudden worm hole that has entered your stomach?- I'm having trouble placing it."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 14:21:31 GMT -8
Mathew shrugged.
"I dunno."
He was really the wrong person to be asking about feelings. Especially with identifying and dealing with them. Other than things like anger or smugness. He knew those all to well.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 14:35:04 GMT -8
"I'm not angry..."
She spoke finally.
"at least not at the fact you didn't think of me...I gave you notion to do so. What angers me is that you did something possibly stupidly selfless. No one is supposed to know the future Mathew...then it can't be changed. Then it becomes rigid....and we can not break free of it."
She paused a moment then looked back at him.
"Tell me, what was the second question you asked? You said you got two..."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 14:44:34 GMT -8
"I asked what question I should ask myself for the future. I needed to answer it myself."
The answer he came up with was Barker was not the enemy since at the time Barker was to die at Mathew's hands in a suicidal last stand. That's changed now.
"Who will die first. You or your enemy."
If him and Barker died together neither dies first. Thus Mathew dies first. Barker was no ally. But he was not the enemy.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 14:48:06 GMT -8
"I hate paranormal shit" Bastille cursed. "They put by riddles to shame and they cheat" Bitterness was rather obvious in her voice.
She paused a for a while.
"Thats why you apologized......back then, wasnt it?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 14:57:41 GMT -8
"It is."
And with it all out in the open Mathew could die knowing that the Balance was restored. Should he die at all that is. He still intended to make sure that his piece wasn't sacrificed in the feint. If it was then who would play the game?
No one else was qualified.
"So we good?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 16:42:22 GMT -8
"Of course not...you owe me big for sacrificing my spot in the cult of the true womanhood. I expect excellent divadends and interest....you will not get away with this mr. Amtrum, I garuntee it." Bastille proclaimed as she took another violent bite of her sandwich.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 16:46:09 GMT -8
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
He said with a grin as he pulled her closer. Just wanting to feel her body against his. To have some small sense of closeness with another human being. He was already counting down the days.
"Can you believe how far we've come since High School?"
In so many ways.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 18:26:48 GMT -8
Bastille leaned her head against his shoulder and shook it softly.
"but I stopped believing in much of anything after a point..." She said quietly.
"We'll figure this out, we have to"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 18:29:59 GMT -8
"I know we will." He leaned in and kissed the top of her head. Letting his lips linger against her hair for a moment. Inhaling her scent and just savoring it. He loved this smell.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 18:39:52 GMT -8
Whatever smell that was.
Bastille pressed her lips against Mathews, capturing them for a moment before sighing and enjoying the moment.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 22:22:46 GMT -8
When the kiss broke he shot forward to plant a small peck on her lips to seal the kiss like a signature.
"Today is your day. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?"
He pauses a beat.
"No boats though."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 17, 2013 22:25:00 GMT -8
"Well, ..." She shrugged and settled in closer on his lap.
"Surprise me....we could always try your qi training in the mud bath again."
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