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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 23:24:02 GMT -8
Bastille smirked, and with a sudden spark the spike would impale her- but no blood would appear. Instead it would feel like mist passing rapidly over the top of his stone spike as she liquified in front of him and reappeared, whole in front of him, her legs straddling his hips as she smirked, pressing her hand straight into his chest where his heart would be, her eyes watching carefully.
"That....Ares, God of War, was entertainment"
Coldly her qi would activate higher as she tried to vibrate her hand through his chest.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 23:48:21 GMT -8
His eyes widened in surprise as she moved herself through his spike. Again something he did not know that she could do. And this time it wasn't an act. Which was for the best. Her hand with it's Qi pushed forward through the coat, shredding the part it touched. The Qi infused armor was harder for her to penetrate, but she did as well. The stone was fully reinforced with his own Qi and even with whatever was done to her, with whatever powers she had he could feel that it would not pass that last defense. Not without help.
So he removed some of the Qi infusing the stone to allow her hand to pass through the stone and rip into his flesh. Letting out a cry of pain as blood poured out of the wound coating her hand. He would not let it get to his organs though. Pushing his Qi energy inside his body to counteract her own energy, swooning on his feet as the stone arm crumbled to dust and Mathew fell to the ground unmoving. Holding his breath to stop the rise and fall of his chest.
Do or die time now love. Don't make me kill you...
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 30, 2013 23:59:16 GMT -8
Bastille would stand over him, her eyes unwavering as she stared at him. Nothing...she felt nothing- inside the was silence. Everything was silent. His blood was all over her hand...
how the fuck had she done it? Perhaps it had always been so simple. No...it couldn't be it- but even as she tried to force these thoughts into her head she felt nothing. Just a slow heaviness- a weight sinking comfortably onto her shoulders.
For a long while she just stood and stared down at him, cold and unfeeling. With one tiny kick to his side she rolls her shoulders.
"I see the body" She said quietly- trying to rise something in her- anything. Her task was done wasn't it? Shouldn't a message pop into her head, a new task.....should she off herself, her emotions told her nothing. Her mind was silent.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Dec 31, 2013 0:03:04 GMT -8
Mathew didn't react to the kick, but his lungs were starting to scream for air. He wasn't expecting tears, she didn't do that. But he was expecting something. Perhaps he would have to kill her. Perhaps he overestimated her yet again. Maybe whatever was done to her she was to weak to overcome. If that was the case it was regretful. But he would not make the mistake again.
"And yet I'm not dead."
He said releasing his breath and taking a deep on, rolling to the side away from her as he went to pick himself up. Stone rising up from the ground over his body to start reforming his missing arm. Wincing as the stone dug in and hooked into his flesh.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 31, 2013 0:07:48 GMT -8
Bastille watched him blankly for a moment, her eyes widening as he stood. Something lifted in her chest, a great rising and exodus of her breathe as if if the world was being lifted- the one she didn't even know sat on her shoulders. Relief....she knew it by name, she felt it. The pure joy that he was alive and well. The feeling swarmed her like a giant cloud and- of course, any normal reaction-
Her hand swung up and punched him full in the fact before she grabbed him, cupping his face and shaking him violently.
"DONT YOU EVER BLEEDING DO THAT TO ME AGAIN YOU SODDING ASS HOLE- I THOUGHT I HONESTLY KILLED YOU! FUCKING TYRANT, WHAT FUCKING PLEASURE DO YOU GET FROM THIS HUH? HUH?! ANSWER ME!!"
She said before she kissed him harshly and then just hugged him.
"Bleeding bollocks you're a fucking wanker you know what" She said breathlessly as she took in holding him tightly to her, protecting him although honestly the threat was sort of....well gone.
normal reaction- for Bastille that is.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 7, 2014 23:34:28 GMT -8
His arm moved up to block the blow, unsure if she was actually snapping out of it or not yet. Though the doubts he had were very quickly dispelled by the shouting and violent shaking rather than cutting through his coat and into his arm with her Qi. Before he could answer he she pulled him into a harsh kiss, which he allowed dumbfoundedly.
He was not used to such passion from her. Though thinking back it made sense. She had acted like this before when she thought he was dead. Back in Seattle. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her to return her hug. Leaning in to kiss the top of her head gently as he squeezed her with both his real and stone arm, like he was protecting her.
"It worked though."
And that was all that mattered.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 8, 2014 19:44:06 GMT -8
"Fuck off" She bit back and as her face muscles began to hurt with the sudden beaming smile that was setting itself into her feature.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 8, 2014 20:13:13 GMT -8
"Is that what you want?"
He asked as he leaned in to bit the left side of her neck with a small chuckle. His arms moving around her waist as his teeth released their grip before he tried to hoist her up and throw her over his good shoulder.
"Think David's house is still empty?"
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 9, 2014 1:03:09 GMT -8
Bastille gave a confused look. After attacking Delilah she's shut herself out from seeing what the jester was doing. It was easier that way, she wouldn't give up her plan by thinking about it. So suffice to say, she'd only gotten so much of what she'd done to David and the memories were only fading back in at the rate it took a snail to cross a drive way.
"Why?"
She asked carefully, although she suddenly had a very good idea where this might be going. Pulling back to look at him she raised a brow.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jan 15, 2014 14:14:27 GMT -8
"I'll give you a guess."
He said with a mischieveous grin. It was probably about time someone had some action in that house. And it would be nice payback for the shit that David left under his pillow. A nasty surprise to come back to after the fight with Barker and the loss of his arm and wife. Nevermind that Mathew shat in his bed first. This was war!
"So shall we?"
The ball was in her court.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 17, 2014 19:20:25 GMT -8
"You know, I think we might have a sex addiction problem my dear- just got out of a battle and we're at it like rabbits. Maybe we should talk to someone about this?"
She sugggested with a smirk.
"after, of course, we- well I, apologize properly"
She would walk up and take his hand in hers and beam slightly, looking at his missing limb with a little bit of a raised brow.
"That is going to be interesting" She smirked, obviously mischievously amused by this.
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