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 Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:50 pm
  SCENARIOOn a nice day, in a nice mood, Yue Lao is strolling through the city when Mr.Princess seizes a potato and throws it at Bataar's head. That is pretty much the end of that nice walk.
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Face your demons generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 6:51 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] •
OH LOOK, A DRAW. How original!
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:24 pm
It was warm out again, but to a lessening degree; as it got later in the summer, some of the long-lasting and searing nights faded into shorter days and more mild temperatures. Lately, it had been raining a lot. Yue Lao did not particularly enjoy being rained on, as it both reminded her of things she wished to forget and made her uncomfortably cold. Yue Lao was currently eating some kind of shaved ice snack and walking the streets with Hime-san curled around her neck, his tail brushing against the back of her neck. It tended to vascillate between itching and tickling, so occasionally Yue would slap at it with her spare hand, which seemed to ellicit amusement on Hime-san's part.
It had been a while since she had taken some time to herself for fun. A while since she had gone out at all, really. She had been busy training and apart from that she just didn't have much free time. Especially since being lazy took up equally as much time. Why Yue counted that a hobby it was not entirely clear. She nibbled on the shaved ice again, stopping to admire some scarves which reminded her of Sara. She wondered how Sara was doing, and missed her, briefly.
On her way through the market, she noticed some beetles in cages. It looked like the vendor was trying to advocate using them to fight. AS she wound her way over to inquire, Hime-san scooped up a potato from the sack of a passing merchant and hurled it into the crowd. Yue didn't even see him do it, but she felt the motion, and spun around.
She did not know, nor could she, but Hime-san had spied Bataar in the crowd, and aimed the potato straight for the large Lunarian's head. Unfortunately for Yue, her monkey apparently had impeccable aim.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:49 pm
Bataar had really been doing relatively well today. He’d beaten up a few children and had even eaten some food thus far, not to mention he’d bathed recently and was beginning to smell more like rainbows and butterflies every day with the forced help of his mother, Odval. Indeed, he was beginning to think he saw a few glances of respect in the crowd, probably because he looked like such a damned upstanding citizen. He puffed out his chest and strutted a little, parting the crowds with ease as people moved aside in order to accommodate his massive form. The weather was pleasant and even the vendors seemed more agreeable than usual. Maybe today would be a great day for some rest and recov-- smack!
Of all the things to hit his head, of all the fruits and vegetables in the world, this one was a potato. Bataar hated potatoes. He swung around, knocking into a few innocent bystanders as he marched through the crowd with the spud clutched in his white-knuckled grip. The culprit was easy to seek out, in any case, and he didn’t even find that he had anything to say as he marched up to Yue Lao and aimed the potato right at her face, from a fairly close distance. He didn’t even pause to see if it had met its mark and instead started an incoherent rant with mentions of rock missiles and not-shrieks and poison.
”And you...” he huffed, stabbing his finger at her chest. ”You think you can just greet me by throwing a damned potato in my face? While I’m actually having, y’know, a good day?” This was outrage-- scandal! He hoped his glare was half as cutting as it felt, because he was not in the mood for being hit with projectiles of any sort. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that it could have been the monkey.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:49 pm
The first thing Yue Lao noticed about Bataar as he approached was that he actually smelled relatively good, and he didn't look half bad when he was clean. "Hey, you're looking pretty good today, bugbe--" She was interrupted suddenly, the cheerful grin dropping off her face. He threw a potato at her face. As she did not particularly expect to be hit by a potato, she just managed to tilt so that it rebounded off her cheek. If a potato bruised her face, she was not going to be happy. Especially not with Bataar. That was about when he slipped into a mad rant about things she didn't even understand.
"I knew it-- the only reason you'd bathe is because you went mad," she said. He stabbed a finger towards her chest, accusing Yue of greeting him by throwing a potato in his face. As she hadn't even seen Hime-san pick up the potato, she had no idea what was going on with Bataar. He was pretty mad, too. Which made Yue angry, and she was not about to take his abuse when she hadn't even done anything for once.
"Bataar, the mud must have gotten sucked into your brain, because I have no idea what you are talking about, but I'm not going to put up with you bullying me," she said, pointing her finger back at him, balancing one hand on her hip, her mouth grim. Hime-san was curled up around her neck, chittering madly and screeching at Bataar. The monkey remembered being unable to fight the large Lunarian's grip, and he wasn't eager to repeat the situation. With his little monkey shrieks, he only further soured Yue Lao's mood. There was nobody who made her quite so angry as Bataar. It wasn't at all that she disliked him, it was that whenever they had a conflict, it seemed to be the most logical conclusion to fight it out with him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:00 pm
Bataar was not good at reading expressions and, as a result, really couldn’t tell that Yue Lao knew absolutely nothing about what he was talking about. All he knew was that a potato attacking his head in a crowd of people had to have something to do with the fighter standing just in front of him. His good day had been ruined-- blasted into a million little pieces by a flying ball of starch and he had to have someone to blame the problem on. This was the most obvious answer, and he was more than willing to have a beat-down to attempt and prove that he was right. Being right was of dire importance to Bat, after all.
His glare was enduring as she commented about his bathing. ”You’re the one who’s mad, throwing a potato at me like that! Do you have any idea how much I hate those things?” Bat crinkled his nose, glancing down at the now-bruised potato on the ground before quickly stepping away from it. Of any vegetable, he found potatoes most offensive-- it made him grimace just thinking that he might have potato juice on his face now, and as a precaution he quickly checked. He couldn’t fight Yue Lao again while poisoned!
”Bullying you?” he scoffed, making it clear that he was the one feeling bullied in this particular situation. He had no idea, however, that he was being bullied by a monkey and not a person which was, actually, a new record for Bataar. Even animals were giving him s**t now. The captain cracked his knuckles threateningly, doing his best to loom over Yue Lao-- maybe she’d cower in fear and they could end this encounter early or something. He could use another bath, just to get rid of the extra potato residue.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:22 pm
There was seldom any doubt in her mind about whether or not she was right. Yue Lao was generally rather confident in herself. That was potentially why they both clashed so much: Bataar was generally convinced he was right, and Yue was thoroughly sure that she was right. It didn't lead to a lot of possibility for compromise. Yue wasn't about to make any concessions, either. Especially not in this case, when he was being entirely unreasonable.
Her face went flat, and then confused, and then irritated as he accused her of having thrown a potato. "First, where did I get the potato? Do you see any potatoes hidden amongst the scarves?" Yue gestured to the vendor behind her, who clearly had nothing to do with any kind of food. She didn't know that Hime-san had grabbed the potato from a vendor as he walked by, taking it out of his bag.
"Yes, bullying me! I have no idea what you're talking about, I have no potatoes, and I don't like to repeat myself. So I'll say it one more time: You sound crazy, I had nothing to do with it!" Yue pushed Bataar's chest, as he tried to loom over her. Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips. She shoved a little harder, manoeuvering around so that she wouldn't bump into any of the vendor's stalls nearby. She was already irate Bataar was still intolerable even once he was clean. She had high hopes he would be appealing without the odour; apparently that wasn't happening any time soon.
Hime-san leaped off her shoulder and onto one of the striped awnings, running in circles while chittering before stopping and jumping up and down like a mad thing. He picked up stray pebbles from on top of the awning and flicked them at Bataar.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:35 pm
Bataar tended to be about as pig-headed as it got when it came to his opinions, which were generally very strong and knew very little middle ground. He also tended to be bad about talking things out peacefully and most of the time felt as if an epic battle was the appropriate way to work things out, especially with legionnaires like Yue Lao. In his mind, however, he was far from unreasonable and his claims were absolutely based in fact. There was no one else he could see(and he towered above everyone, so he liked to think he could see them all) that could possibly have thrown the spud aside from Yue Lao.
He harumphed, surveying the scarves for a few critical moments, his suspicion never once wavering. ”I’ll bet you carried it with you.” he muttered, willing to go almost all the way to conspiracy theories in order to prove that he, Bataar Jaoret, was in the right. That was just the way that Bat’s sense of justice tended to work, unfortunately for everyone who’d ever been acquainted with him. He was determined to make Yue Lao take responsibility and he’d spend plenty of time working on it if he had to.
Bat frowned at the shoves, feeling his body getting pushed back very slightly. ”Just admit it. I... I implore you!” he declared, moving to bring his fist down on the girl’s head. Painful, but hardly deadly or debilitating. He was even being nice about his fighting style here and she still persisted in lying. The monkey’s throwing things at him didn’t help one bit, and he turned, glaring at it(albeit a bit hopelessly, given its strategic position) and offering a brief fist-shake to the creature in order to communicate his frustration without, well, shrieking at it.
”Make your monkey stop!”
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:47 pm
If Bataar had even been looking, he would have seen that her back was turned to him when she had supposedly thrown the potato. But there was obviously no talking it out, or convincing him that he was, in fact, crazy. Maybe he had gotten soap in his brain. Perhaps he didn't have a brain to get soap in. The thought made Yue Lao smile stupidly. Her smile only deepened when, staring at he scarves, he still refused to believe that she had not thrown a potato. "I don't carry potatoes with me. What would I use it for?" Yue scoffed. It was actually astonishing what strange things Bataar was willing to believe if it meant avoiding being wrong about something.
"Implore?" she asked, "That's begging. I don't think you were trying to beg, were you." she shook her head, until he tried to pound her in. She managed to tilt her head so that the blow landed rather painfully on her shoulder, and she was immediately pissed off again. Nobody landed a cheap shot on her. Much less this behemoth.
If she hadn't been incredibly mad, she probably would have burst into laughter as she watched Bataar shake his fist at the monkey. As it was, Mr. Princess ran out of things to throw anyway. He never would have listened to Yue, and he certainly wasn't afraid of Bataar. Yue took her meteor hammer off her shoulder, and concentrated her Qi. Although she had only mastered a couple shapes, it wouldn't hurt to harass him with the water hammer; it was less deadly, and hurt more than stabbed. So as she chanelled her Qi, the spiked balls shifted and changed shape. She swung one weight of the hammer above her head, preparing to strike Bataar in retaliation if he hit her again. Her shoulder hurt, and she was not going to just put her weapon down this time. No matter how nicely he asked.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 11:59 pm
He was going to ignore any good points that Yue Lao was trying to make in favor of being block-headed and stubborn. The scarf-vendor could, after all, grow vegetables on the side. Who even knew? There were almost too many situations he could craft out of this individual event. Bat set his mouth in a stubborn line, offering Yue Lao a shrug as if to say that he wasn’t responsible for figuring out why the hell she carried nasty vegetables around on her person. ”Well, you’re a woman-- you could be uh, making a stew or something.” he growled, aiming for manliness. His mother would have smacked his face in for that particular sexist comment.
And he was not begging. Bataar stared down at the girl in disbelief, disgist written all over his features as he tried to communicate with mere expressions. There was probably no hope for that, however, tragic as it was. Was he going to have to explain his every motive and philosophy now or something? Really, he didn’t think it was very fair considering his many issues with articulation. ”I wouldn’t beg you for anything.” he said, glowering. The very idea of begging was entirely unappealing to the Mongol and he was beginning to very seriously hope that he hadn’t come off as having done that.
Bat was beginning to feel lucky at not having kidnapped Mr. Princess. The monkey was an absolute villain in the Mongol’s opinion, and absolutely unnatural, at that. He continued to glare at the small creature before turning back to Yue Lao, a looking of surprise unfolding upon his face as he observed her meteor hammer. He pulled his knife from his waist, throwing a warning look in her direction. He was not about to take on any serious injury right now-- that would just be a massive pain and hindrance.
”Oh, c’mon. First the potato and now this?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:05 am
The next comment was incredibly ignorant. And Yue wasn't thinking this in terms of rude to women, but rather that it had to indicate he did not know her very well. Yue Lao could not cook more than the most basic of foods, unless it was an alcoholic beverage. She never made anything that tasted particularly bad, she just couldn't make any thing good, either. She did hope to one day remedy that, but it would certainly not be via potato stew. And if she was, she would not have wasted an ingredient on Bataar's thick skull. "What a waste of food," she simply replied, navigating around the entire being a woman means you'd use it for stew sexist comment. Yue was not really a champion for any misrepresented group. She was out to represent her, and her alone.
Bataar's expressions, as per usual, were nigh indecipherable. Yue Lao stared at him, squinting, one hand up against the sun to try and decide if that made any difference. He always seemed to her like he was in some kind of pain. Or like his brain was run by rats on a wheel, and they had to run particularly fast to keep up with conversation. "Good, it would be unusual," Yue retorted, shuddering at the idea of Bataar begging.
Hime-san was as determined and rude as Bataar himself, at least. And unlike Bataar, the monkey didn't have any social constraints. It was hard for Yue to imagine anyone with fewer social constraints than Bataar, but Hime-san achieved it. Too bad he was another species entirely, and therefore should not be comparable. "Yes, 'now this'! You keep picking fights with me, and then complaining when I fight back, bugbear!" Yue was baffled.
She heard Mr. Princess chittering, and finally connected two and two: he had been hurling objects at Bataar this whole time, and the Mongol was complaining about aerial potatoes-- "Hime-san, you threw that potato, didn't you?!" Yue asked, spinning around to stare at her monkey, her meteor hammer's momentum still going as she did not particularly want Bataar to come at her back with his knife; not that he would do that, but exposing her back was just not a good idea.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:20 am
Sexist comments were not something Bataar usually aimed at, but he would have gladly accepted a bowl of stew from Yue Lao at this point, being almost perpetually hungry as he was. He was an absolute failure when it came to cooking just about anything and it was a marvel that he’d never actually managed to starve to death given that he had no one to regularly cook meals for him. In any case, he’d survived, but it may well have been through bullying children for their lunch money or, a bit more simply, the lunches their mothers had made for them. Not being able to read menus didn’t help much, either, but he still wasn’t ready to admit to that.
”Harumph.” he growled, as if it were about to solve everything, including the weapon that was currently threatening to bludgeon in his face. He did not complain! Complaining was too much like whining, which was entire unmanly on his part. Being a man had it’s complications here and there, and it could sometimes be a pain in the a** to keep up with it-- and what would he do if being a man was suddenly defined by the bushiness of one’s mustache? The rules were unendingly mercurial and sticking with them always tended to get harder and harder around people he knew well.
His attention was drawn to the monkey upon Yue Lao’s revelation and he stared at it, feeling a bit as if he were frozen in time. ”You!” he screeched, narrowly avoiding the meteor hammer as he took off down the street in hot pursuit of the small animal, knocking people around here and there and causing general havoc and mayhem across the board. He had a bone to pick with that damned monkey, Yue Lao be damned!
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