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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 2:53:46 GMT -8
Bastille stared into the room the hole time, listening to him...her eyes staring at the empty air.
"wh- right. Yes." She said nodding. "I agree David...I agree" she said quietly allowing him to walk off to the kitchen. She'd have to use her speed on this one. She didn't have much time, much time at all...some voice in her head told her to do it quick, dont lead to it, dont even try to distract him....she would take that voices advice. Going to the bed, she sat down on the bed and looked around.
"I agree...." she said looking at her hands.
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Post by David B. on Dec 16, 2013 2:57:42 GMT -8
David walked out and masked his voice- so when he spoke it wouldn't carry, and she wouldn't hear. He picked up his phone and called Mathew Amtrum without hesitation.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 2:58:36 GMT -8
Mathew picked up the phone.
"Sup bitch."
He knew it was David. Caller ID. Under bitch.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 2:59:46 GMT -8
Bastille would be walking back towards the kitchen, not activating her Qi quite yet....but she was preparing to do it. What was weirder was she couldn't hear him, which alerted her....
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Post by David B. on Dec 16, 2013 3:04:08 GMT -8
David spoke calmly.
"No time for our usual pleasantries, cockgobbler. Your wife is here, probably to kill me. While I would love to have an epic throw down, I don't much think she plans to stay long. So, either she's gonna die or I will. Get here quick, douchepickle."
He hung up without waiting for an answer, unblocking his voice, having used the wind to start making her sammich.
"You want tuna or ham?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 3:08:29 GMT -8
Bastille would just walked into the room and up next to him, her hand raising to lay itself on his shoulder. She shrugged.
"tuna's fine" Her qi would activate and in a quick pivot she would go to keep that hand, if it had ever landed on his shoulder, digging in tightly there- moving the molecules to tear his skin apart while the other hand took a hidden knife and went to immediately plunge it into his neck.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 3:08:44 GMT -8
Mathew frowned at what David was saying and hung up his phone as well. Rushing upstairs there was an item that he needed to grab. If she was going to try and kill David than perhaps it was time.
"Gemmy, watch the girls. I am going to go get my wife."
And with that Mathew would take off and race to David's house. His mind racing as he thought about what would happened. If had been days since he had seen her, and he had aged twenty years. And if she was going to try and take out David then that meant that he would likely be not far behind.
He felt aware of the knife that was now on his hip. An old knife that had been a gift for Bastille. It's purpose was to kill him. He gave her the power over his life and death. To think that the day may be here was terrifying. It was exhilarating. Should he pass he was already resolved to tell Hades not to bring him back to life. If it had been Bastille that took his life at least. For her he would go pure. For her he would gladly give his life.
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Post by David B. on Dec 16, 2013 3:21:49 GMT -8
David whistled, making the sandwich. As Bastille reached the end of the hall, drawing the knife...she would hit a wall of air. Now in the doorway of every room there was a wall of air. Then he promptly sucked the air from the hall, and her lungs, instantly, without though. There would be no more air for her to breath in and she woe suffocate into sleep in thirty seconds or so, especially since he pulled out the air as she breathed out. In that short amount of time he would speak to her, now turning to face her while he smeared mayo on the bread.
"Thank you, Bastille, for saving my life. I owe you."
He knew that there was no way a good assassin would forget his Qi. Or tell him the things she did unless she was feeding him bread crumbs. The old Bastie was there somewhere. She had to be. And now David owed her his life- because she knew so much about him...she probably could have killed him if she really wanted to. Once she passed out, he would lowered the barriers and let her breath, not wanting to kill her, just knock her out.
By the time Mathew arrived...Bastille would be outside.
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