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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 12, 2013 0:56:57 GMT -8
"Fuck!"
She crumpled to the ground. He wasn't fast enough to catch her. So all he could do was awkwardly scoop her up. Mastery over his stone arm was not yet achieved, though it was functional. Once she was scooped up he awkwardly picked up her remaining items and began the long trek back home.
He couldn't believe he finally found her. And that she had escaped on her own. The fact that he hadn't been able to find her earlier and save her was a failing on his part. He had failed to protect her. And he had failed to save her. He did not want to fail her again.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 12, 2013 0:59:45 GMT -8
Same could be said to her, for her, and about her. She couldn't afford to fail him...and luckily, it only ensured the fail safe she was counting on to work. Because someone was in control...some one other than her. Bastille would wake up half way there, but would continue to just stare awkwardly for a moment before falling back asleep- finding this opportune for her. She would need rest...rest and trust in order to enact the first stage. The bringers of violence....the horsemen and their armies, would have to go.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 12, 2013 1:06:51 GMT -8
Mathew was just relieved to have her back and safe. He wasn't thinking of sinister plots or what might be happening in her head. The Bastille he knew was strong, loyal, and stubborn. He had faith that after some rest she would be back to her normal abrasive self. And so when they got home he laid her to rest in their bed as he went down stairs to go back to work. As was his life and had been his life while she was missing. But now at least the missing hole that had been gnawing at him was filled once more.
For the time being at least Mathew Amtrum had peace. And despite the looming threats on the horizon the world was a brighter place because of it.
/thread.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 14, 2013 0:27:37 GMT -8
------------------------------------or not. ///thread continues.
Bastille would wake up the next morning caked in dry blood. Her eyes would scan the room awkwardly. Was she really home? Some part of her didn't want to believe it, just because she was sure it would fade away again. But before she could sit idly for too long, a slightly glint passed over her eyes and she let out a small soft sigh. Slipping off the bed, she went to use the wall for support. Mental note...dont gnaw off legs when trying to tell time. She would shift, gripping the wall and trying to carefully walk down each step- one at a time. She made sure her face looked concentrated and frustrated as she did so.
"Can't bleeding believe I slept in for a whole day..." she muttered in a heavier British accent than normal.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 15, 2013 13:13:41 GMT -8
As Bastille made her way downstairs she would smell eggs and bacon and other delicious breakfast items. Mathew was already down in the kitchen with the girls. Everyone seated with plates in front of them. Should she enter the kitchen she would find none other than Sean Barker standing there, in an apron that said "kiss the cook" dishing out food for everyone.
"Good morning Bastille. Are you hungry? I made quiche. I've been experimenting on the recipe for a few months now."
He held up an empty plate in case she was hungry. Mathew and the girls were acting like this was totally normal. But then it kind of was. Barker had been living there for the last month or so.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 0:06:38 GMT -8
Bastille would come to a screeching halt, which, without her grace thanks to leg injuries resulted in her tumbling onto her backside. Her mouth fell open and her red eyes just shifted endlessly from Barker to Mathew. She stood up in a scramble, stalked right over to Mathew and grabbed him by the collar.
"EXPLAIN" she said in a deadly tone.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 0:08:59 GMT -8
He blinked a bit surprised at her lack of grace and reaction. Normally she was so level that he forgot that things phased her. So much so that it took him a moment to figure out what exactly she wanted explained.
"Well, it's like a breakfast tart with egg and other breakfast foods in it. It's pretty good actually."
Obviously she was confused about what a quiche is. Because Barker being here was pretty normal by this point. And again, she was fine with him at the wedding.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 0:16:27 GMT -8
Bastille would shake him violently.
"NOT THAT YOU HALF WITTED WOMBAT--- THAT!" She said angrily pointing to Barker.
"That man. In our house. Feeding our children- what on earth could have possibly possessed you to allow such a vial creature into our HOME. AND YOU!!!" She said pivoting, stalking over to Barker with her limp and jabbing a finger at his chest.
"this must be your arrogant son of a wanker plan to do us in- come in and make cozy with my husband, why dont you just jump in his knickers while you're at it. It makes sense why you would have me kidnapped off a fucking battle field just to get at my husband, bet you didn't plan on me escaping did you? Well, know that whatever mind altering drug you've done upon him I will swiftly see your demise at my hands because of it, if not for the two times now you've decided it would be bloody hilarious to toy with my brain!"
She hissed, yelling viciously which a- was weird and b-had the girls giggling. Bastille touched her chest and sucked in a breathe harshly, mouthing the word 'ow' before returning her concrete glare to Barkers face, her other hand having gone to grab a knife and now was resting in her hand.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 1:19:13 GMT -8
Mathew let her shake him rising his eyebrow quizzically. This wasn't her normal behavior. She was acting far more erratically than normal. Even for Barker being here.
Barker for his credit seemed to be genuinely confused about what Bastille was talking about and quirked an eyebrow as she went and ranted at him. Tilting his head he set the food down on the counter and glanced at Mathew wondering if he knew what she was talking about.
"Why would I have you kidnapped? And why would I mind control Mathew? Last time I tested on him he volunteered. I had even offered my knowledge of the various testing facilities in the area to help locate you. To no avail I might add."
That's about when Mathew cut in from behind, reaching to try and grab the knife from Bastille.
"As for why he is alive and here. That's a bit of a story, I can explain it all if you would like. But the short version is that Hades was murdered. I went to the Underworld to bring him back. I had dragged Barker there on accident. After giving Hades my way out we wandered the Underworld together and he saved my life."
He frowned.
"If it wasn't for him I probably wouldn't have made it out. So a life for a life. And staying here is the only way I can ensure his life is safe and that I can honor my debt."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 1:22:07 GMT -8
Bastille just looked at him and backed away from Barker quickly. Her eyes shoulders stiffened. Her eyes moved toward the girls, but before they were in her site line her eyes darted the complete opposite direction- her hand similarly reaching to them, clenching and then falling flat against her side again. She just grumbled, letting out a huff.
"I can't handle this right now" She said and whipped around to stalk out of the room.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 1:24:54 GMT -8
Mathew held up a finger to Barker and followed Bastille out of the room. Trying to grab her shoulder to stop her from storming out. He had just gotten her back, like hell he was just gonna let her storm off.
"Whoa. I get that you just went through some shit. But he busted his fucking ass trying to help me get you back. What's wrong with you?"
Cause she had never been so volatile. He wasn't used to seeing her with her heart on her sleeve.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 1:27:44 GMT -8
"Emotions. They suck" She said bluntly, looking at him with a perplexed look.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 1:29:32 GMT -8
He frowned and pulled her into a hug. Not really knowing what else to do. It was like he was drowning all over the place. Qi wasn't what he thought it was. Barker was now an ally. And now his wife was different. He felt lost and alone, but he couldn't show it. Least of all to her. Right now she needed him to be her rock. She needed him to be unmovable for her so she could cling to him as she gathered her bearings.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 1:32:19 GMT -8
She went stiff....her shoulders rigid in his arms as her eyes went wide. Slowly her pupils followed invisible movements around the room before she pushed away and shook her head.
"Stop....I...I killed you. Over and Over in my head...you and the girls...I got kidnapped off the field and proved my worthlessness....so just stop" She would say as she held herself away from him, being careful not to touch him of her own volition.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 1:52:27 GMT -8
He let her push herself away. His disappointment only a brief flicker crossing his face before it hardened up once more. Clicking his tongue as she went on about why she couldn't hug him. She wanted to do that? Fine.
"As if you could actually kill me and I've already ensured that the girls will not be killed as well."
He turned his back to her and began to head back to the kitchen.
"Some of us spent a lot of time and effort trying to get you back. But if you feel like fleeing and vanishing again then do as you will."
He said sharply, as if verbally slapping her.
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