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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 3:43:43 GMT -8
OOC: Continued from this. David said he is no longer there.Mathew arrived not at all looking the part of the hero come to save his wife. A grim expression on his face. He had been waiting for this day long before they got married. His face was wrinkled with the years bearing down on him, but the outfit and the stone arm marked him as who he was. Mathew was older, but still himself. Kneeling down on the ground he checked her pulse, not trusting David to not rip her from him out of spite or any other reason. His heart still beating wildly. The day was here. The knife would have blood. And he would finally lay his head to rest. Just as she vowed to kill him all those years ago. Picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder. The knife on his belt showing for just a moment with the movement of his coat. Closing his eyes he felt her weight and let out a content sight. "Soon my love. Soon..." Taking several steps away from the house his body sank into the Earth with her. He wanted to take her away from the Residential area. He wanted to do this in private. This was just between Husband and Wife. By the time she would wake up she would find herself in an old district that wasn't used for anything after the Dragon's had consolidated their power in these lands. The buildings were skeletal remains from the bombings. Not yet brought back to life by the resurrection granted by Strike. Mathew himself would be watching her, squatted a few feet away. The blade drawn in his hand. Digging the tip of the knife into his palm, twisting it just shy of hard enough to break his skin. The was for his beloved to do. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 3:48:32 GMT -8
Bastilles eyes would flutter open, then she would turn her head to look at Mathew. Bored eyes turned back up to the sky.
"Well that sucks...seems they didn't succeed much at all- guess this body is just an all around failure" She smirked and closed her eyes again.
"To what do I owe the pleasure my love" She said soothingly...although with no shortage of venom.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 3:58:18 GMT -8
"And so it is."
He growled. Taking another deep breath to try in vain to still his fluttering heart. He couldn't shake the tingling sensation in his skin. But her words sent a wave of heat through him. The emotional outburst was odd enough. The lack of physical touching he could write off. But there was no doubt now that the woman before him, his wife, was not his little pet.
"Weakling. Idiot."
He spat as he hurled the dagger at Bastille. The blade digging into the dirt with a soft thunk, just shy of grazing her cheek.
"All you had to do was ask, and you can't even manage that. Maybe I'm not the only one who overestimated your abilities."
He still wasn't sure if he wanted to die like this. By her hand yes, but this wasn't the same. He didn't know if he could rest like this. He needed to know more. He would not have his death tainted by giving it freely to the wrong person.
"Stand up and bring me my fucking Wife."
Clone maybe. Or mind control like she had hinted at with Barker perhaps. It didn't matter. Even if this was her body, his Wife wasn't the one he was speaking to. And having this snatched from him left a stronger taste of ash in his mouth than having Barker ripped from his grasp. The story needed to have the right ending, or it would all just end up so wrong.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 16, 2013 15:43:12 GMT -8
She rolled her eyes and looked back to the sky.
"You know, the reason I failed is because your wife locked certain memories away- just small ones but it was clever. Just enough of a snippet so I wouldn't remember key details about each and every one of you. 'Cept you of course, she trusted you enough to figure it out without her ever having to build in a fail safe for you. She trusted you over her instinct...can't say she will be disappointed, not like you are with her I'm afraid. Five minutes into conflict and she's gone in a poof of smoke. Oh believe me she tried to kill herself before they could do anything...but when that didn't work- well she came up with a very good plan be. But I digress, the point remains that I CANT give her back to you because I am in control. She is locked in there and not coming out. I do wonder why you singled her out, it broke her heart...her little emotion-full heart." She shrugged, sitting up as she spoke and taking the knife and twirling it around before throwing it back at him.
"sorry but if I'm going to kill you....I'd much rather do it on my terms- see unlike Bastilles other personalities I have no qualms using the qi that was given to me"
She shrugged.
"But seeing as I already failed... I dont think that is going to happen." She shrugged and flopped back down on the ground with a bored expression.
"So you can kill me...and her....thats really all you've got left to consider...or just keep me captive forever...that works too..."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 25, 2013 0:01:03 GMT -8
Mathew let out a low growl from his throat as this woman continued to talk. Continued to speak to him with his wife's voice and her body. This was not the woman he married, this was not the woman he had made a promise too, and she had the nerve to tell him that he could kill her. Like he would just snuff her out like a candle while his wife was held hostage like that.
No, she would not get off easy with a quick death. It would not rob him of his wife and his ending. He was going to get his wife back and that was the end of it.
"I'll pass on both of those options. Instead I'll take my wife back."
He said taking a step forward, the ground trembling under them as his brow furrowed at the blonde before him. The assassin sent to kill him. Well it wasn't the first, it wouldn't be the last, and whoever was puppeting Bastille didn't know her target well enough clearly. So she would fail.
"Now stand up before I make you stand up."
He held up three fingers and after a second would start counting down. If she didn't stand up by the time the last finger lowered then Mathew would stomp on the ground to send a pillar into her back, flattening the head of it to push her up.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 25, 2013 0:08:38 GMT -8
She would grumble and stand, tilting her head.
"You want to fight?..." She asked quizzically, raising a brow.
"alright, fine....I've been meaning to try a couple of things."
She leaned down, kneeling to the ground as she touched it softly, activating her qi. Dust would form around her hands as she cut into the rock in the ground just by touching it.
"You really don't do well with not getting what you want don't you" She asked in a peckish manner, standing up and dusting off her hands.
"I now know I can cut your rock and you wont be killing me....so lets see...where is this going? You're still massively stronger than me, so we both know my statistics of winning are minimal....but we both know you wont kill me....so I'm curious, how do you intend to bring her back out. Do you even want to bring her back out? Really...I mean, she's bloody screwed up...but then again, so are all of your damned friends and even you...you sir, are a peice of work indeed"
she paused.
"Right, cheerio mate, shall we get this party started?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 25, 2013 0:27:32 GMT -8
"Oh don't you worry love. I know how to coax my wife out of the woodwork."
And boy did he. But if this thing was controlling her internally or externally he was going to need to make it drop it's guard. He was going to need to make it relax. Which meant it needed to win. And it needed to believe it won. Which meant he was going to need to bloody her up. And risk getting himself killed. Because she was right, he wasn't going to kill her. They both knew that.
It was an ending he refused to write. Her death could not come by his hands. He snorted, his nostrils flaring like a bulls as he finished speaking, his stone arm whipping out and forming into a spike as he tried to stab her in the left shoulder. His body rotating at the hips to send his left leg swinging down for her legs. Trying to knock her feet out from under her which would hopefully leave her dangling from his spike arm.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 25, 2013 23:17:52 GMT -8
She barely- BARELY managed to skid out- using his arm as a levy and flipping over it and tumbling out of the way finding a small scrap along her shoulder. No recognition of her pain came across her face- it was obvious that there was also some sort of physical block as well.
Standing, she took out her sword and flipped it into her hand.
"I apologize- I'm not really well versed in fighting like a baboon in a pillow fight- gladiatorial matches aren't my thing- except for the bloodshed, thats always entertaining."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 22:39:31 GMT -8
Quicker than she used to be. That was interesting. He would keep that in mind. And she was using Qi now too. He wondered how much stronger she was now. How much of a beating she could take. How long it would last or if this was his wife forever. Many of his own changes were permanent, like his bones. It would be interesting to find out.
He smirked at her words, making no movement to fight yet but rather spreading his arms out wide motioning to the imaginary crowd around them.
"Are you not entertained!?" Flashing her a quick wink he continued. "I showed you mine, how about you show me yours my love."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 22:44:46 GMT -8
She would just stare at him, obviously not effected by his outburst at all. With a slight huff she would skip forward and push off the ground, hoping to flip into him. He would either need to block, move, or stand there- either way, the breif or prolonged contact would be enough for him to be exposed to her qi--- as the molecules around her vibrated at such a high velocity that they would tear whatever came near her.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 22:49:23 GMT -8
And now they were at the meat of Mathew's fighting. Countering other peoples moves. He was a reactionary fighter often times and tended to be defensively minded. It was in how he protect himself, how he tried to overpower where he could and make sure the fight was on his terms. So when Bastille flipped in the air Mathew just pivoted to the side, twisting his body fully to send his leg slapping into her as she completed her flip with the intent to send her into a wall.
If his blow connected her Qi would try and rip through his protective coverings being stopped by his own Qi infused clothing for now.
ED nulls used 1/3
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 22:56:25 GMT -8
Bastille would go flying into the wall, and a rather large explosion would occur. Coming out from it after a couple of moments, she would wipe her lip and sigh.
"sadly, still not entertained."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 23:03:55 GMT -8
"Oh I suspect it won't be until the ending. That's the real killer."
He said with a smirk before he stomped his foot into the street. His Qi rippling visibly through the ground as it cracked and split before erupting into a stone spike hurtling toward her stomach at high speed.
He wanted it to be visible, he still wasn't quite sure how fast she was and he didn't want to kill her. But it needed to be fast and a real threat as she needed to believe the show. So he was dancing a fine line here. He was counting on her dodging and coming at him.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 23:09:16 GMT -8
She dodges- barely. And what she didn't her hand thrust out in a protective movement- radiating a large amount of her qi towards the spike and cutting away enough of the spike so that it wouldn't touch her. Turning towards him she would run at him directly, her sword at the ready.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 23:20:18 GMT -8
His eyes watched how she moved. So graceful, and he noted the cutting of his constructs. She was stronger than he had thought. Though how much of it was her he sadly did not know. He had never seen her use her Qi like this. She was breathtaking.
Licking his lips as she charged him he cocked his stone arm back as he braced the stone under his clothing around his front under the armor and coat. He was going to be ready for this. If she wanted to kill him, then she could kill him. See if that snapped her out of it.
His stone arm shot forward to meet her, morphing into a stone spike intent on impaling her in the stomach and giving her the chance she was likely looking for. The drop in Mathew's guard as he went for a brutal disabling blow.
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