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 Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 2:43 pm
 
This is a private RP between Bataar [Kayakurai] and Huang-Fu [Nyxtsuki Moon].
Setting:
In home of Bataar in the dead of the night
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 4:05 pm
Huang sat on his knee's, his head faced forward as his mother, father and eldest brother sat in front of him. His mother and father we're draped in extravagant clothing and jewels, and his brother stood of to the side.
"Do you know why we have called you here Huang?" His mother had such a precise and cold voice that all present dared not to talk while she did, "It is because we have use of you now. and so do the legions." Huang tried not to flinch, his mother always phrased things like he didn't go out every night on her little missions, like he hadn't been the most resourceful of the Lee's legion household. But Huang kept his thoughts and tongue in check.
"We have heard of a young noble who is causing great rift in the legions Huang and would like you to take care of him." His mother waved her hand at a servant that handed Huang a scroll, detailing the target that his mother spoke of.
A young Noble, brilliant fighter and dangerous. Huang studied the sketch of the man's face and his location before nodding to his mother.
"Then i shall find this man and exterminate him." Huang nodded before leaving the room. His mother tapping her fingers on the chair in echo of his leaving.
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It was the dead of night now, as Huang made his way through the many estates known to the nobles. He was looking for one specific home in particular, one of Bataar no family name known. The sketch detailed a picture of a man much more bulkier and taller than Huang but they always said the biggest fell the hardest.
As he made his way through the estates, he noticed the thing that the information had dictated as the man's home, a yurt on the estates of a well known noble family.
Landing with a soft touch of his feet to the ground, he tiptoed to where the yurt laid, it was large with no space of windows that he could've crawled through. Instead he had to go to the front and creak the door open, remaining as stealthy as possible has he attached his weapon of choice, his long needle like knife claws, getting close enough to the man before raising his hand for a stab in the neck.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 8:37 am
Bataar was not asleep, but not because he was expecting anyone to come into his home and make an attempt on his life. Instead, he was scribbling in his journal, adding in more stick figures as he attempted to summarize his life story. His mother, Odval, had told him that this was his task(although it was doubtful she'd expected he'd be doodling instead of writing) and that she would check in.
The Mongolian man wasn't much for homework, but his mother basically controlled his entire life, and so he was being as obediant as he possibly could. Still, he was beginning to grow bored. He set aside his journal and picked up his sheaf of arrows, examining them with a look of boredom. They were just about without function in this city, as his bow was meant specifically for the long-distance fighting that he never really got the oppurtunity to do. As frustrating as it was, there was nothing he could do about, and he figured he'd have to rely mainly on his skill as a wrestler to get by.
Bataar stretched. "I'm tired." he grated out to one of his pet rats, who was squeaking and messing around in the corner of the structure. He was just about to settle down into his pile of furs when a boy entered, a student, no doubt, with his weapon raised.
"I think you have the wrong place." he pointed out to the assassin.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 9:30 pm
Huang stared at the man, he was much....larger than he imagined from the picture and fully awake as well. Huang cursed his horrible timing and sloppy mistakes.
"Are you Bataar?" Huang asked, now that he was here and the man had seen him, there was nothing else to be done but kill the man regardless and dump his body somewhere it wouldn't matter. He held his position in a ready attack, sure that the man would advance on him as well and with the large bulk of him and the small space of the yurt, Huang would have to move quick and steady to get a clean kill without a lot of blood.
The rats though in the corner surprised Huang and had him staring at those as well, those suckers could hurt him and aid the man in getting away as well, and while Huang harbored no ill will against animals, he would not hesitate to defend himself against one. So far the odds we're really stacked against him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:09 am
He was indeed Bataar. "Yes, but I'm pretty sure I don't know you. What're you doing in my home?" the Mongol appeared slightly vexed as he took in the entire appearance of the assassin. He hadn't quite figured out that he was a target yet, or that this boy was a legionnaire, and wasn't exactly on his guard. Still, if all else failed, it was lightly he could dominate in any sort of wrestling match. This boy appeared to be built for stealth as opposed to melee.
The weapon the student was holding up disturbed him, however, and in the back of his mind he realized that it probably wasn't good to have some random dude in his tent with a weapon raised. In his defense, Bat grabbed a rat and chucked it in Huang's direction, more curious to see what would happen as opposed to being worried for his own safety, or the fact that he might have pissed off the legionnaire beyond belief.
"Go away. What if you'd woken me up?" The Mongol was already grumpy and irritable due to sleep loss, which he hadn't realized.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:32 pm
Huang tried not to scream like a little girl when the rat came flying at his face but was damn near close, instead he moved out of the path of the flying rodent and shuddered before glaring at Bataar, the rat had regained posture and scurried away and Huang had to resist the urge to shudder again, he forgot how much he did not enjoy the fat little beast.
"If you are Bataar then, I was sent you here to show you to the other world, A legionnaire has found you unsuitable for this world and has sent me, of the same Legion alliance." Huang grimaced, "Do you always ask strangers what they are doing in their home?" Huang was curious of that, What else would he be doing here with his weapon attached and fully extended and his attacks meant for killing. He cocked his head, the man was....Grumpy with him...not like...Angry or scared...
It baffled the assassin, "If i had been here when you we're asleep, you'd be in a permanent sleeping stage!" Huang shook his head, "I did not come to play with you."
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 8:35 pm
It was simple to say that Bataar was downright flummoxed. He didn’t understand who could resist the adorable nature of rats, unless it was a monster. He was currently deliberating as to the nature of Huang, who very well may have been some inhuman malady upon the world. His nature was made clear enough by the glare he was sending in the Mongol’s direction, however, and Bat made up his mind: this guy was not his friend, plus he obviously had no sense of direction because he had come to the wrong place!
Who wanted to send him to the other world? ”Tell your friend thank you, but I am just happy where I am. I get lost as it is in this world, so I don’t think I’d have such a good time in a different one.” he explained, having not realized that Huang had been referring to his passing on into death. Beyond that, he had to say that he was quite tired by now, and that it was very late. He couldn’t easily entertain a visitor at this obscene time! ”I do tend to question the presence of complete strangers within my abode.” he shrugged, shooting Huang a little glare.
What an irritating boy! Bat really didn’t know what to say or do.
Permanent sleeping, eh? ”Actually, I wake up on time most of the time. And I don’t want to play games with you, unless maybe you brought some cards?” he glanced hopefully in the direction of the assassin’s hands, exhausted and unaware.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 8:54 pm
Huang was beyond baffled now. He was bland. He gave Bataar a Bland stare....Which got blander by the moment the man kept opening his mouth. Something in the upstairs of the guys was seriously wrong, and needed a little jumbling.
"No, He's not my friend, He is a contractor and has hired me to..." Huang slapped his palm to his forehead, why was he trying to explain what he was doing here anyways? He just needed to kill the imbecile and get out before the rats attacked or this guy regained his scattered marbles. He inched closer, still wary of Bataar in case the man attacked. He stopped in a instant as he realized that this guy wasn't taking his threat seriously, "What are you talking about, you don't get lost in the otherworld!"
The man yawned and sent Huang a glare in which Huang returned equally, "And you just let these strangers parade around?" Huang shook his head, this guy was seriously got something wrong, if a stranger had walked into Huang's home, He would've killed them, if not trap them and interrogate in fear of a spy or assassin attack.
"ARGH." Huang had the urge to beat his head against the wall in fell movements to end this right now, even if Huang ended up being the loser. He didn't want to play games with the fool, he didn't have cards, was this man serious?!?!
"I don't have cards Fool, I am here to kill you per se a contract of a Legion Regal Family wanting you dead!" Huang felt tired for no reason at all, This guy was a threat to people? Only if you wanted to be confused as Bataar was.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 2:41 pm
Bataar personally believed that Huang-fu was absolutely nuts. Perhaps he was lost, too, for all the Mongol knew, and if he was, then he ought to have left quite a while ago. The Mongolian man’s mouth twisted, revealing the beginnings of sore impatience as he regarded the assassin. ”It makes sense that I’d get lost somewhere I’ve never been before.” he pointed out a little dryly, finding that he was quickly tiring of the visit he’d been paid.
He could almost feel the sarcasm dripping from his gaze as he regarded the student. ”I usually expect them to leave, actually, and I think you’ve welcomed yourself a bit too much. Shoo! I have sleeping to do!” Bat waved his hand in a sign of dismissal, hoping that the intruder would take the hint and leave. He understood quite well that it was rude to hurry guests away, but as far as he was concerned it was far too late to be entertaining anyone!
The next sentence or two that spilled out of Huang’s mouth marked the last straw. Bataar’s mouth tightened into a thin line, and he moved quickly, placing both his hands tightly around the student’s neck, meaning to cut off his supply of air. ”Get out or I’ll kill you.” he snarled without much thought. Things had changed in a split second, and the threat had made itself clear.
But he was actually rather curious. Who the hell would want to kill him? He was beginning to consider the value of taking the assassin as a sort of prisoner, even as he kept his hands locked around his throat.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 10:57 pm
Huang was about to make a smart remark back before he could even blink, Bataar had him by the neck, chocking his cored where air would go from mouth to lung. Heaving for breaths of air, Huang was actually scared by the idiot. The snarl was intense and meant to induce fear even in the strongest of the Legions. This was what a fighter was, Huang thought, trained and toughened indescribably so. It infuriated him so that this man could so easily distract him so.
"Get....your...hands....of....me" Huang choked out before swinging his legs, connecting one with Bataar's side in hopes that it was strong enough to loosen the man's grip on his throat.
Though the expression on Bataar's face was much different. Huang was defentitly a idiot on his part for telling Bataar so much information, this was a lesson for once not to tell someone you we're going to kill them and just kill them instead. He was glaring still angrily, trying to even out his breathing so that he remained conscience, who knew what this beast would do to him if he fell into the blackness.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:26 pm
Bataar allowed himself a grim smile as he gazed down at Huang with a startling intensity. He had him just where he wanted him, and it had been simple to get there. It hadn’t taken him very long to realize that this student posed a threat; his muscles had been taut as he’d tried to push and prod information out of Huang, barely even realizing what he himself intended to do. In the end, he’d definitely gained the advantage, and he was going to let the legionnaire know it.
He grimaced at the impact of Huang’s legs in his side, but ultimately endured it, his face now a mask of white-hot rage. ”Why would I allow my intended killer to live?” he demanded coldly, trying to keep some control over his own voice. There was no use in losing all sense of thought; that sort of thing could be rather beneficial to him, after all, as much as he detested holding back even just a little.
Still, he loosened his hands a bit. Maybe this assassin would be willing to talk, and Bat would actually get the chance to do something a little more useful than kicking him in the face and throwing him out of his yurt. ”What’s in it for me if I don’t kill you, hmm?” he actually felt rather smart now, although he managed to hide the giddy feeling bubbling up within his stomach; he was more than a little pleased with his advantage.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 6:04 pm
Huang could feel the strain the other Lunarian was putting on his neck right now, coupled with the fact that his blood was draining to his feet making him even more light headed. Obviously he had misjudged this man, and that scared him. Stupidity was one thing, But this man had more smarts then Huang thought possible.
Huang didn't know how to respond, in truth he wouldn't let his attacker to live either but Huang was not ready to die. He struggled in the grip, trying to rack his brain for a good reply as to why exactly he should live. Just long enough for Bataar to let his grip loosen enough so that Huang could attack and escape. Though his attack had been less then useful anyways, what with Bataar shaking off Huang's kick like a kid shook off falling off a bike.
"What do you mean?" Huang wouldn't bargain for his life, he wouldn't give up any information if he didn't have to, and if so, he would be vague as possible. Giving him a cold sneer, Huang stared at the other man. "If its information, I already told you all i know..." Huang lied, he detested it, but he wasn't going to let his mission fail because he had the best taken of him. What worried him more was trying to get out of his sticky situation he was in now, How was he to convince Bataar to let him go? he racked his brain again for something to say. Needless to say, the big Oaf had pulled the wool over Huang's eyes. He stared hatefully at the other man, wishing him a silent early death.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 3:14 pm
Bataar knew he’d been misjudged, and he derived a grim satisfaction from the look of fear in Huang’s eyes. He wasn’t about to let the legionnaire escape, and he was holding his throat in such a way as to hold him there without seriously injuring him. Huang would owe him if he gave him his life, and Bat certainly liked the idea of that. He would just have to find a way to make the boy stand by his own words once he’d choked a promise or two out of his mouth.
Bat figured he was doing much too well to mess it up for himself now. He wracked his brain, trying to recall what exactly you were supposed to do in a situation like this according to the textbooks. He’d never been a particularly good student, but there were some things that the instructors had attempted to beat straight into their heads-- this had been one of them. He’d need a contract, wouldn’t he? They could always do it in blood.
He quirked a brow, managing to appear almost bored with Huang, perhaps considering when he ought to just kill him. ”I mean you have to give me something.” he murmured, his gaze locked upon the student’s face as he slowly leaned forward. He smirked, moving in ever closer. He knew he wasn’t supposed to do this sort of thing, but he could hardly resist. The urge to see the look on the legionnaire’s face if he thought Bat was serious was overpowering. ”Like, you know, your body?”
It took every ounce of determination to make sure he didn’t burst out laughing hysterically then and there.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 8:30 pm
Huang stared at Bataar. And he kept staring....and staring and would not stop staring because he was in so much shock that he was pretty much blank on what to say. Speechless, his mouth had dropped open and he looked liked a gaping fish.
Deciding that something in his head must of heard wrong, probably because the lack of enough oxygen, he shook his head at Bataar.
"You want my..." Huang gulped as he stared the noble in the eye, scared that his question would confirm what his fear actually was, "My body as payment??"
Huang stared down deeply confused, He didn't think the other man swung that way, that was the biggest shocker of them all. Though Huang had a slight interest in men, there was no way in hell that he was letting the beast stick something in him. Whether it be his weapon or his...left best to not mention.
But what choice did he have? Uncertainty glazed his eyes and doubt mingled in his mind. His life for a night with Bataar? Would it be worth the shame he had to live with day in and day out because of this man? Or could he find a way to turn this unfortunate turn of events over for himself, maybe once free he could clip the b*****d, he wasn't honor bound to follow the agreement, the only way to force him to do it was with a contract signed with his name.
"Damn you." Huang spat out before making up his mind and made his body go lax, "Fine, My body for my life." Huang glared at Bataar with every ounce of malice and hate he could manage. This taught him just how much he needed to train, so he wouldn't be afraid nor tricked by the animal of a Noble. Then again, without a contract, Huang could escape this terrible event with no shame and every ounce of dignity, and maybe the nobles head on a platter.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:49 am
Bataar did his best not to burst out laughing; he really did. Still, the mirth was soon bubbling right up out of him. ”I can do better than you, kid!” he declared, pausing to take a breath in between the terrible laugh-attack. Bat didn’t often have very good jokes, you see, and so he was terribly amused. As for his sexuality, he hardly cared about gender—he never really had, but it was apparent that he’d shocked the young legionnaire.
The agreement had shocked the fighter, and he was pleased to know that he’d brought the assassin to such a low level. He leaned forward and pecked Huang on the cheek, aiming to piss him off or alarm him—or both. ”Don’t be such a girl.” the Mongol drawled, rolling his green eyes. At this point, he really only wanted Huang to get out of his yurt and try to kill someone else. He was generally too friendly to want to have an argument or a fight of this sort.
But he would injure Huang if he had to. That was a given, in Bataar’s mind. ”Now are you going to get the hell out or do I need to kill you?” Bat questioned, pursing his lips.
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