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 Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 8:36 pm
  This is a private roleplay between Sara [biki] and Bataar [kaya], please do not post! SettingOdval realizes that this isn't Burger King and that she can't always have it her way. |8
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 8:37 pm
The morning dawned bright and cool, and found Bataar snoozing upon a pile of cushions inside of Sara’s ger, fighting for space with the white wolf. It had been an exhausting night and he’d finally decided that the soul conduit probably wasn’t going to die if he went to sleep. The poison, it seemed, had run its course after all. What he didn’t know what that his mother was unaware of all of these happenings, and that she was on her way to the ger at that very moment, looking surprisingly gleeful as she mounted the steps that raised the tent-like structure off of the ground.
The purple-clad Lunarian took a moment to breathe in the sharp morning air, beauteous with joy, before stepping into the ger without knocking. But instead of pleasant laughter, a shrill screamed issued from her lips. All of her hopes, all of her dreams-- crushed! Sarangerel hadn’t died as she’d supposed. Indeed, the girl looked quite alive and breathing on her bed, and that was her son right there, sleeping with that filthy animal! It was worse than the shaman could handle, and she looked decidedly pale as she tried to make sense of the scene.
For one, Bat’s hand was caked in dry, flaking blood where he looked as if he’d cut himself, and there were ceramic shards littering the floor. Beyond that, the two of them had looked far too pleased as they’d slept-- it wasn’t fair, especially when one of them ought to be dead! And, at the very least, this indicated that they were friends. Odval didn’t like that. Not one bit. Her son was not meant to be friends with Legionnaire swine! Why, he hadn’t even been reporting on her! He was supposed to be nowhere near this girl! This couldn’t be possible.
”Sara?” Bataar gasped, waking up almost instantly and looking rather disheveled as he tried to figure out where the scream had come from. It hadn’t been the soul conduit. No, the source was far worse than he could ever have suspected. ”M--Mother?” he asked, his mouth going dry as he observed the formidable-looking woman in the doorway. She looked as if she’d been drinking poison.
Much to his shock, Odval came and abruptly seated herself next to him upon the cushions. He’d moved to try and defend himself, but she looked too shellshocked even to attack. She’d been foiled, and she simply didn’t know what to do. It was too surprising to even fly into an all-caps rage.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 9:05 pm
Sara woke sharply as she heard the scream, however she leant up too fast and blood rushed to her head like a storm, she soon hit her pillow once more after gaining a slight headache. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, however when they did she wished they had not. She was wondering if last night had been a pleasant dream, if so then this was clearly her fantasy turning into a nightmare - yet usually Odval breathed fire and was twenty foot tall. Whatever it was, she just wished it was not happening. She was so startled she did not even hear Bat calling her name.
When Odval came and made herself comfortable she looked between her and her son, then back to her, then back to Bataar. Right, well this was awkward. The tension was almost enough to suffocate her and it seemed like she was not the only one to notice. Ghost whimpered and ran under the bed, he did not know who the scary lady was but he wanted nothing to do with her.
For a moment Sara wanted to join him, yet then realised she could not just lay here, when the two stopped staring each other down they were going to notice her. Yet, how do you greet a woman who had tried to kill you countless times? The answer soon became obvious. "I will go and make some tea, you two look like you have things to talk about." She rubbed the back of her head with a nervous chuckle, pulling the covers back and stepping out of bed.
She tip-toed to the fire in the centre of the room, thinking that if she made a sound Odval would come down on her like a banshee. She put the kettle on the fire and sighed. Yup, always another battle. She looked over at Bat with a concerned look feeling her throat dry. Whilst she was not in the shaman's view she mouthed something over to him. 'It will be okay.'
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 9:22 pm
Odval still looked as if she'd been recently drained of blood and Bataar wasn't sure what to do. What he didn't realize was that there was a spirit inhabiting the ger-- that of the slain Noble assassin, who was speaking to Odval really quite frankly.
It seems you've tried three times, and failed. Even you, shaman, must realize that this girl must be under your deity's wing or some such thing.
"Tengri would never..." she whispered, swallowing. But was she wrong? Had the gods, or the spirits, or whoever had ended up gaining control of the universe decreed that she should not have her way in this situation? Then again, Sara did appear to be Mongolian. Perhaps Tengri was merely holding her back from slaying one of her own kin, which seemed to be dying off. It was impossible to tell, in all honesty, and that still hadn't even explained the presence of her son.
She stared blankly at the girl she'd been targeting for the past few months, as if in stark disbelief. Sarangerel was a Legionnaire, and as such had no real right to live on this earth. Why didn't anyone see it as she did? Even her son seemed to be looking at her with eyes of pity right now as the soul conduit announced that she would make tea. It seemed a devastating turn of events. She was now the one in the wrong, perhaps no longer even favored by her god. The thought was flooring, disabling her from asking the questions and getting the answers she so dearly needed to know.
Bataar looked carefully at his mother, just now realizing himself that she was nothing more than a woman. She had power, yes, but she was not on par with the gods. He noted Sara's message silently and heaved a sigh, wondering what had brought his mother to the state she was in. Surely it wasn't just failure, after all. "Is this because Sara's not dead?" he finally asked, his voice firm.
Odval glared at him and shook her head, as if to assure him that she wasn't quite that petty. And so she spoke, ignoring him almost completely. "Tell me, Sarangerel, why my son is in your ger."
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:56 am
Sara could hear the spirit just as well as the curvaceous shaman. When the assassin found his voice she was not surprised, she had no doubt that even in death he was working for her. He had seen everything over the last couple of days and even though she was scared of what information he might give his mistress, she tried her best to remain calm. She was not too sure how Odval would react to the news that the two had only last night shared their affections for each other. She wondered how Odval would react to the fact that a few hours ago, when she was no doubt so pleased with herself, Sara was laid in the arms of her son with his lips pressed against hers, whilst she was meant to be slowly dying. Not too good she presumed.
"I am sure that Tengri has nothing to do with it, I am just quite lucky." She knew her health had nothing to do with the God's. The reason why she was alive was sat at the other side of the room, not looking too pleased with the world might she add. Before long she came back to sit with them, getting on her knee's and put the tray on the ground, before pouring the tea into three cups. It was a pale pink tea, fruitier than the one she had shared with him a few nights before, Sara knew she had been silly not to spike the liquid herself. She was sure some arsenic would do the job, yet she could not bring herself to do that to his mother, even though it would just be a taste of her own medicine.
She picked one up herself, holding the warm liquid in her hands before blowing on it gently. Her eyes watched the steam dance and her nose took in the sweet sent, even at times like this a good cup of tea was to be enjoyed. "Personally, I think me being not dead is quite a happy occasion. Dead is so permanent." She gave a nervous chuckle, they were talking about it so casually that she thought she was still dreaming. Was this what life in their family was like on a regular basis? If so goodness knows what she had gotten herself into.
Oh why me? She wondered as her eyes drifted to the side to look at her mistress. "He is sitting down and having some tea. What else would he be doing?" She asked not really knowing how to answer that, she wondered if it was wise to keep her guessing, she sure as hell did not know what to tell her. So for now she would point out the obvious and hope that her cute charm was enough to keep her sweet. Sara smiled and raised the cup to her lips, for now everything was calm, and as long as that spirit remained quiet, she saw no reason why this had to come to a heat.
Okay, maybe she was as painfully optimistic as Bataar had once claimed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 5:39 am
Odval shot Sara a caustic glare as the girl commented, clearly disapproving of the interruption of her conversation. "You know nothing of the gods." she growled, her green eye flashing dangerously. She didn't touch the proffered tea and looked instead as if she were considering the spirit's words, slowly mulling them over and trying to make sense of them. If her attempts had been thwarted, then shouldn't she stop? Uncertainty was strange for a woman like Odval.
Bataar glanced at Sara apprehensively, not exactly certain as to why his mother was here anymore. He looked as if he wanted to caution her, even as she spoke twice more. The conversation was impossible to dominate, however, with the looming presence of Odval. His mother was much more likely to make a good decision if he didn't interrupt, after all. That was just how things appeared to work between he and his only known blood relation. All the same, he didn't look very comfortable holding back from producing explanations for the woman, even though he was tired of it-- he was a captain, for godsake, and he shouldn't be made to grovel at his mother's feet.
Odval raised her brows, ignoring the fact that her son wasn't butting into the conversation like he might usually have done. Ignoring Sara's opinion on death, she spoke. "It looks quite like he's stayed the night. But, well, a Noble captain and a Legionnaire soul conduit-- that's just too stupid to consider." She laughed rather cruelly, ignoring the expression of discomfort unfolding upon her son's face. If she suspected anyone to harbor feelings here, however, it wasn't him. To Odval, it was next to impossible that he should betray her in such a major way.
Bataar swallowed, clutching his cup of tea perhaps a bit too tightly as he eyed the wooden floor. He knew his mother didn't suspect him, that she was trying to make some sort of cruel joke, and he also knew that that meant he would be in even greater peril if and when she did find out. Speaking was not an option now that she was on a roll, in any case. He'd just have to wait it out and rely on Sara not to say anything that might poison them too considerably against his mother.
His discomfort could not be questioned, however, and as much as he wanted to speak out, he knew that it was probably no use. When Odval was talking, you didn't just interrupt. That sort of thing wasn't sane, let alone practical.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:31 am
Sara watched as Odval went on, clearly she was finding something amusing. She raised a eyebrow out of concern, the woman seemed to be acting stranger than she usually was and that was worrying. Odval was not the most stable minded person at the best of timeS, in fact at times Sara thought she was psychotic. She listened to her rambling and when she spoke Sara did not show any indication of it bothering her. She did not want Odval to find out, not from her and not so soon, so for now the teal haired girl thought it best to just laugh and go along with the joke. It was what he would have wanted her to do. "Yes it is rather silly to think about, not really worth a second thought now you mention it." She skimmed over the topic, though a small part of her wanted to latch hold of Bataar and pull him to her because Sara knew the underlying meaning behind that comment, her little boy was too good for her, eh? Though for now she resisted the urge.
She knew she would never like this woman.
She looked over towards him for a moment, he was being oddly quiet and she would have come up with a reason for him being here if a valid one came to mind. She was not expecting company and her home was usually a safe place for the two to be together. She guessed things could have been worse, Huang could of turned up. That would have been fun...
She took a drink of her tea before putting the cup back down on the ground. "So Mistress, why do I have honour of having you in my home? I am sorry I missed our lesson, I have been fairly ill as of late. In fact, I think it might prevent me from study for a while, I know your ever generous heart will understand." She had no intention of visiting the Shaman ever again to be frank, even Sara was not that dumb. In the end she would have to find another Little Legion girl to play with and try to murder. Though she doubted she would be able to avoid her completely. She was Bataar's mother at the end of the day and nothing could change that.
Sara knew the shorter this meeting was the better it would be for everyone, especially Bataar seeing as he looked like a deer in the headlights. She could feel how uncomfortable the air was and it was starting to irk her. "Anyway, I have a shift at the infirmary today so I need to be setting off soon, I hope you do not think I am being inhospitable but duty is duty." She added, just so she had a excuse to run away. No doubt Odval would leave pretty sharply after, either way she knew Bat would be able to handle the woman a lot better than she could. With any luck he could come up with a reason to stay behind a little longer, she wanted to talk to him about last night.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 11:50 am
”No, certainly not worth a second thought.” the woman declared confidently, looking greatly pleased at the thought of it. Obviously, her son was far too good for some uninformed Mongolian girl such as this, and a Legionnaire at that! The shaman smiled knowingly(although, obviously, she didn’t know much) and affectionately pinched her son, ignoring his cry of protest. She was feeling quite a lot happier now-- almost gleeful, really. Not even the fact that Sara wasn’t dead could put her down! Why, she even felt inclined to drink a little bit of her tea.
She smiled, almost too sweetly. ”Oh, yes, I’ve heard something’s being going around the ranks of the Legionnaires.” she commented, her green eye gleaming, affected only slightly with her disappointment. Odval could always try again, though-- this wasn’t the end of the world. Besides, maybe she’d get lucky and someone else would kill the soul conduit. One never knew! The purple Lunarian stood and brushed off her clothing efficiently when Sara mentioned that she’d be going to the temple soon. ”Well, try not to save too many of those Legionnaire dogs.” she cautioned before stepping out the door, deciding to be pleased with herself all the same.
Bataar let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding as Odval left and stared after her, realizing after a few minutes that she really must be gone. ”That was... close.” he mumbled, sipping his tea, his eyes finally straying from the doorway of the ger to Sarangerel. His brows were knitted in faint worry as the thought hit him that the soul conduit would probably really not want to deal with his mother. It made sense, but the realization had just hit him that this might change her mind again. Maybe she’d shrug off the optimism and command him out.
He brushed his bangs away from his face and sighed, considering the fact that he’d been born of one of the most cruel and formidable women in all of Lunaria. It was even worse to consider that she kept trying to kill the girl with whom he considered himself the most interested. Odval wasn’t a woman that would be open to changes, either. If she found out about anything they were both in trouble. Maybe this was more of a risk than they’d formerly assumed.
All the same, he was willing to defy the buxom woman who had just walked out. ”Are you okay?” he questioned Sara, standing to walk over to the soul conduit. It was a good sign that the poison hadn’t killed her, but she might still be unwell. The fact that this was his mother’s fault, too, kindled guilt within the captain. Would she ever let the Legionnaire alone?
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 4:18 pm
Sara stuck out her tongue as soon as the door shut, before sighing and falling onto her hands. She could feel the negative aura vanish with her exit and the air did not feel poisonous to breathe in. "Well that certainly was a wake up call, I think my ears bled when she shrieked. It just proved what I have been saying all along, she is a banshee." She chuckled before pushing herself back to sit up straight, putting her fingers through her long strands of hair and ruffling it so it poofed out, her hair was like a bush first thing in the morning. She then realised she did not even have time to get ready, her sleepiness was wearing off and reality was sinking in. The day had got off to a strange start.
When she saw him get up to wonder over to her she got on her feet almost automatically. She wafted her hand as if to dispurse his concern like smoke. "I am fine, still a little groggy but alive at least." No thanks to her. She smiled a little akwardly. He should not fuss over her, she might be small but she was not as fragile as people thought. The improvement from, last night was vast. Sara was in a surprisingly happy mood, though she thought a small part of that was because the Shaman was not as well informed as she liked to think. She felt like she had come out of the episode as the victor.
She smirked and then put a hand on his shoulder pushing him playfully with a small chuckle. "I have never known you be so quiet, she never taught me how to do that." She joked before folding her arms and tilting her head to one side. Now that they were alone she did not really want to question last night, she had learned that things got too complicated when you started asking questions. Something happened and she enjoyed it, but that did not mean something had to come out of it, for now she would just see which direction their relationship was heading and enjoy it.
Her eyes took on a softer tone and she turned to face him, getting a little bit closer. "You are still here none the less, like you promised. Though I bet she made you wish you were not. It could have been worse, I guess that is what makes it funny... certainly not worth a second thought, pfft. The woman underestimates me and my charm, clearly her son is not as untouchable as she likes to think." She stated with a smirk putting a hand on her hip, if only she knew. Though Sara was determined that not to have any serious conversation this morning, the air was already too formal so for now she would joke and laugh. She smiled and looked up at him. She knew that is what he needed too. She had him alone now.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:08 pm
Bataar snorted at Sara’s comment about his mother and shrugged. He’d been used to Odval’s unpredictable screams enough not to be too alarmed. ”It gets louder.” he assured the girl, pursing his lips as he thought on it. Sarangerel looked odd due to the fact that she clearly hadn’t gotten ready just yet, but the Mongol didn’t mind. This wouldn’t be the first time, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last that they ended up running into each other before the other was fully awake or ready to face the day.
He nodded as the soul conduit explained that she was fine, but had the good grace to look slightly peeved as she commented upon his mother’s ability to quiet him. ”Well, you could always opt for an unendingly angry and vengeful disposition. Then I really don’t think I’d talk to you much.” he suggested with a smirk, impulsively placing her bangs behind her fin yet again(this probably wasn’t going to end anytime soon). Reading faces may not have been a strength of the man’s, but he at least liked to see them. It was, as always, a good touch.
Bat offered Sarangerel another snort upon hearing her next comment and pulled the soul conduit into an easy embrace, sighing. ”I just don’t think she’s used to not having complete control.” the captain explained, although clearly this was something that also had to do with Odval’s nature. It was very much like her to consider herself an authority on these things, and she would have been terribly delighted if Sara had fallen for Bat without a decent response. After all, the woman seemed to think that her son was a highly insensitive individual despite evidence that indicated otherwise. She tried.
”Yes, well, I am rather untouchable all the same.” he declared, trying to add some haughtiness to his tone as he glanced down at the girl in his arms. Humor, even if it wasn’t all that great, was at least enough to lighten the atmosphere following Odval’s oppressive presence. Bataar was pleased that she’d left so soon, seeming so pleased. She might not even be that bad to deal with over the next few days.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:46 pm
He did not seem all too impressed with her comments but she did not mind that too much, he knew she said what she did light heartedly. In all fairity she thought she had been civil, its not every day you had to play hostess for a woman who tried to kill you multiple times. That was nice, even for her. Though she felt like she could handle Odval, she would be as cautious as she could be, however as long as Bat was around she doubted she would get her way. She actually was happy that Odval thought the way she did, she would see them being around each other as a joke. If she never expected anything more could happen between them then they were safer, things were easier.
She scoffed when he mentioned the role at hand. He once again placed her bangs behind her fin, she wondered if he did that out of affection or habit. Either way it would be easier if she just cut her hair, if he did not mind her scars then she knew no reason why she should be so secretive about them, but in all honesty she found it rather cute. That was a decision for another day none the less. "I do not think I could play angry and vengeful, any better than you could play spoilt and arrogant." She stated shaking her head, then he pulled her towards him, she raised her hands and rested them on his chest, her eyes raised to meet his. He sighed too much!
She raised a eyebrow at his comment and shook her head slowly. "Well I am touching you right now." She smirked, feeling awfully proud of herself. He was not that good, if he was he would not come to her so beat up. Though admittedly she did not want to think what he was able to do to other people, he was not exactly small and she was sure he could call on some force if he wanted to. Just by the way he grabbed hold of her she could tell, he basically had to hold her up last night. It made her feel safe in a odd way, secure in his arms.
She stood on her toes, (feeling slightly shamed it took this to reach his face) before pressing her lips gently against his, just for a second. It was odd, he was so different from the first boy that she got this close to, his hands were rougher and she could always feel the scar on his lip when she touched it with her own, she preferred it. She did not want to talk about his mother anymore, not whilst they were together like this. "I was not joking though, I do need to go to the temple in a little while, but I can spare a little longer for you." She smiled, she was glad last night was not a dream and this morning he was just as close to her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:04 pm
As strange as it was for this well, whatever it was with Sara to be secretive, it was also nice. Odval need not know that Bataar was so fond of the Legionnaire, in any case. His mother would suspect nothing, especially since she assumed that Bat was much too good for Sara. It was going to be a very hard truth for her to deal with, if she ever did manage to find out, but it was hardly nothing Bat didn’t think she could handle, even if she did try to kill Sarangerel again. In the end, he was simply pleased to be here with the soul conduit he’d been trying to protect as of late.
”Oh, yes, but she doesn’t know that.” he replied, feeling a hint of giddy disbelief at the touch of Sara’s lips. He was about to respond, and then exit the yurt when he was alerted to a presence just inside. Apparently, his mother had walked in right on time to view the exchanging of affection, and if her face had been drained of color before, it was nothing compared to the angry redness that now appeared to affect her features.
He felt a powerful force parting him from the soul conduit who had formerly been in the circle of his embrace, and a cold hand upon his wrist. The man was, quite literally, being dragged out of the ger and Odval hadn’t even said anything. ”Wait-- let me explain, I--” he gasped, although it was becoming increasingly clear that the shaman was not about to pause and listen to reason, let alone Bataar’s form of reasoning. It was all he could do to look over at Sara and mouth the word “goodbye.”
Odval’s nails were digging into his skin even as she continued tugging him out, pausing for just a moment to shoot Sara a glare of epic proportions. She was not pleased, and she would have the girl know it. This would have to be fixed-- immediately, in the woman’s opinion. There was no way she could let her son get away with this bit of indulgence, after all.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:32 pm
Sara stared, what else could she do?
She had never seen anything quite like it, a grown man being bragged away bus his mother. It was strange, but she knew she was powerless at the current time. She felt a shiver run down her at the woman's look, it felt like a death sentence. In short, Sara was paralysed by fear, in her paralysis all she could do was look with wide eyes as he was forced to leave her. She looked at the floor, wishing she was as happy as she was a moment ago.
It was only when they had left that Ghost dared to come out, Sara knelled down as he came to her, burring her head into his white fur and hugging him tight. The wolf whimpered and licked her face in a attempt to comfort her. Though she could not help but feel how much better she would feel in his arms, she hoped he was not in too much trouble.
Today was off to a terrible start, she just wished that it could not find a way to get any worse.
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