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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:19 pm
  This is a private roleplay between Sara [biki] and Bataar [kaya], please do not post! SettingIt seems like Bataar is on the move again.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:24 pm
Sara wondered towards Bataar's yurt. After the events of yesterday she felt the need to check up on him and see what was said. In short, she was worried, she knew how Odval could be. Though she knew she would never hurt her own son, she hated to think that she had caused him so much trouble. She was going to visit him last night but there had been some kind of attack, the infirmary was in chaos and she was the only non-student conduit on shift so she could not leave. In short after almost 15 hours of work, three deaths and a 5 hour rest she was finally able to do what she wanted to and rush to see him. Her cape flapped behind her in the wind as the structure came into sight.
As she got closer she realised something was wrong, the air just felt different. She slowed as she approached, scanning the area, it was then when she saw the bags. That almost knocked her off balance, she felt her heart sink and a cold chill run down her spine. She knew this was no normal move, he was leaving. She knew it in her blood that he was leaving, would Odval really send him away? She should not be surprised. She shook her head and clenched her fists, her eyes moving down to look at the ground. "No.." She mumbled to herself, her words no louder than the faintest whisper. She needed to talk to him, at the very least she wanted to say goodbye.
She sighed and ran inside his home, instantly noticing that it was a lot cleaner, she would be pleased if she did not know the reason why. "You can't, I won't let you." She called before she even caught sight of him, she did not care if the whole bloody council of Nobles and their mothers were here, she was not going to let him leave with out protesting. Not when they just got so close to each other, it was not fair.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:51 pm
He’d packed everything he was going to need for his journey to the outpost, where he’d be for at least one month. It hadn’t taken Odval very long to fetch him this new position, where he’d be in the north which, she insisted, he always absolutely loved. His mother had seemed freakishly enthusiastic about the whole thing, as if taking a break from the Imperial City would part him from everything he knew and loved to the point that he forgot. The shaman had been quite wrong, but Bataar could not now avoid this assignment. His superiors were now suddenly counting on them, although he wasn’t sure which ones Odval knew personally.
He was interrupted from carefully folding some furs by Sarangerel’s objection. The Mongol looked up in surprise, flushing. ”I was going to tell you--” he cut himself off, knowing that Odval would have done her best to make sure that he strayed nowhere near the Legionniare’s ger. Bat sighed instead, and scratched his head, looking around the yurt, which was nearly bare. Most items were packed away neatly near the edges of the structure-- storage, of sorts, since he’d only actually need to take a few things with him to the north.
He approached the soul conduit, his expression apologetic. ”I can’t get out of it. I’m obligated.” he told her, briefly brushing her cheek with the back of his hand before returning to his industrious packing as if to assert the fact that none of his belongings were planning on packing themselves. Luckily, the man didn’t own very much and didn’t have much else to do, or else he might have been here all day under Odval’s commands. The woman had apparently had to go to lunch with some influential Noble, or else she would have been present, making his life a living hell.
If he had to be away, in any case, the Noble outpost in the north was where he would have chosen. Odval knew he had an affection for the nippy weather, and as such his excuses were not listened to or tolerated. He would just have to be separated from everything in or near the city, including Sarangerel.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:10 pm
Sara sighed as he touched her cheek, a part of her wanted to grab his hand and not let go, but she knew that no matter how much she held on to him, she could not stop him from leaving. "I knew you were going to say that." She mumbled feeling completely powerless, no matter how much she begged him not to go she could not change the fact he was, maybe that was the bit that hurt the most. She could spent this time arguing with him, or she could actually appreciate this time they had before they parted, though it seemed like they did not even have a lot of that. She raised a hand to her chest, she was not going to cry - she was too frustrated to cry, she was too much in shock. Besides she did not want him to remember her with tears in her eyes.
She shadowed his movements, following him around like a sheep as he tried to pack, it was the only thing she had control over at the moment. It was the only thing she could do, she for the time being was helpless. "How long?" She asked, part of her did not want to know the answer in-case it was a unbearable amount on time. She wanted to strangle Odval, damn that woman and her connections, she knew this was her fault. The timing of this mission was too perfectly placed for her not to be involved. Did he not even have time to look at her? Or did he not want to?
Sara reached and rested a hand gently on his shoulder, her voice a lot quieter and more concerned that in was a moment ago. "... You are coming back right?" She asked, feeling her heart stop for a moment when she asked it. She did not know what she would do if this was the last time she saw him, she did not know if she could cope with the heartache. She took in a deep breathe and braced herself for his words. Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. It was all she ever seemed to get, nothing was easy, nothing lasted. She thought this time would be different.
Damn her to hell.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:26 pm
This had been coming. There was no questioning it, from the moment Odval had seen them. The woman had been fairly convinced, however, that this could not have been going on for too long, and she’d been right. All the same, it was a source of agony to the man upon whom she’d tacked her punishment. He hadn’t even properly defined his feelings for the soul conduit who’d just entered his yurt, let alone planned anything out. His mother had done well in her timing, at the very least, although it was extremely doubtful that Bat would just forget Sara at the snap of her fingers.
More than anything else, the two of them were friends. He smiled grimly as he continued his packing, swallowing before pausing to look at her. ”Three months.” he said, realizing that it was quite a lot of time-- more than he’d bargained for, at least. It hadn’t struck him until he’d told her that they would be parted for so long, in any case. ”Not so long.” he muttered, although it was very clear that he didn’t believe what he was saying. Three months could add up, after all.
Bataar gazed candidly at the girl as she questioned him, his eyes clear. ”Of course I’m coming back.” he mumbled brusquely, turning away from her quickly in order to continue his packing tirade. There could be no doubt of that, could there? In any case, he didn’t want to consider anything more that Sara might have meant by posing the question. Right now just didn’t seem like a good time for that-- facing everything like this at once made his burdens far too heavy. He missed the simplicity they’d had when they were both very clearly-defined friends.
That simplicity might even have been preserved if it hadn’t been for Odval, but he could not find it in himself to curse his mother. He understood that this was her way of worrying-- a higher-ranked noble captain with a legionnaire sounding very damaging, indeed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 5:47 am
Sara looked at him when she realised how lone he would be away, that was a quarter of a year, 16 weeks and a season at least. It would be winter before she saw him again at the very least, when the snow would gently line the ground and the trees would strip bare. She tried not to look too disheartened, however she could not help a slight disappointing light her pale eyes. "Three months.... I can handle three months." She told herself, in the hope that saying it made it true, what choice did she have? She could not even write to him, three months was a long time to not have no communication what so ever. She was cursing the woman in the back of her mind, did she really hold him on such a tight leash? She could understand why she was going this but it still felt cruel.
She was in total agreement that this came at a bad time, things had only just been set into motion and the two had not even had the chance to talk properly since the day of her poisoning. Whatever spark had been created, Odval was determined to put out - though Sara was determined not to let it fade, if she had to guard it for three months then so be it, the shaman was not going to get her way - only now was she beginning to realise how much he actually meant to her, how much she did not want him to go. She watched as he kept wondering around, moving to a wall and leaning against it to keep out of his way. He seemed rather set on finishing the task at hand and she did not want to be any trouble. She doubted he would appreciate her slowing him down. She did not even know if he wanted her here at the moment.
"I guess you are heading up North again? You said you liked it there." She smiled at him softly, trying to make the best of a bad situation. She remembered that he had talked fondly of the place, it was cold with open land and mountains. The kind of place were Bataar was made to roam, maybe the fresh air would give him some time to reflect on recent events, maybe some time apart was needed in order to think and decide what they both wanted. No doubt at times it could be fun at a outpost, especially with a group of other fighters with you - work at the temple was not all bad, she often enjoyed the company of the students, they even laughed at times. She tilted her head, she did not really know how to say goodbye.
She reached and grabbed a long strand of her hair from the back, pulling out over her shoulder to run her fingers down it rather nervously. She needed to do something, even if it was just fidget. "I am going to miss you. I can get out your way if you are busy, I could come back later even - when do you set off?" She finally let out after a moment in a quiet voice, thinking it would be a good place to start.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:40 am
Bataar hadn’t chosen to do quite as much math as Sarangerel, but he knew that they’d be parted for a while. The communications of a Legionnaire soul conduit were hardly likely to reach him, too. They were both better off if she didn’t try, as unfortunate as that was. He offered the girl a grim smile, his fingers brushing over a fur cloak. It would be winter when he returned, almost like having the North to himself for longer than he deserved. The thought of it was novel, although depressing given the circumstances. His mother had orchestrated a successful way with which to part him from Sara and there was no denying it.
He couldn’t speak for his certainty, either, as to whether they’d both be the same by the time he returned. They could certainly attempt to keep the same mindsets, although it might be almost too confusing to stand. This was one situation where only time would tell, although Bataar doubted that time itself would become a terribly damaging force. He had known Sara over quite a long span of time, after all, and that had not diminished any affections he’d ever held for the girl. As a pair, they were undeniably simple, but it was in a good way. Leaving could not possibly damage that.
At least the soul conduit seemed to be trying to make the best of it. ”I do love the north.” Bat confessed, although his expression could be read as fairly dubious. The north, as much as he did adore it, held nothing of familiarity as far as those that he knew and would be leaving behind. All the same, there was no escaping it, to the point where they might as well have simply been positive. They didn’t need to part ways angry or upset, although both of those emotions might currently be flashing through their heads. It was something they’d have to keep in check.
When Sara spoke again, he finally turned to her, his green eyes sincere. ”I have to leave in a few hours’ time.” he confessed apologetically, his eyes communicating what his words could not. He was going to miss the soul conduit as well, even if he was committed to this duty of his. It was a hard fact to face, but a fact all the same. ”I just... well, it’s better to keep busy.” Bat informed her, although he looked a little on the uncertain side as he spoke. If he kept packing, he wouldn’t have to overthink this.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 7:19 am
Sara smiled at him softly, she knew that he was as unhappy about this as she was, even if he was not as vocal. I guess it was easier for a woman to show that weakness and venerability. She had never been forced to act strong and keep her emotions in check, she had always been a very open person none the less, very easy to read and obvious with her feelings. "Looks like you have a night of travelling ahead of you." She nodded, folding her arms and wondering towards him. She hoped the path was not too dangerous, travelling thought the night was risk in itself.
She understood his need to keep busy, distraction was a good way to forget your troubles. No doubt in the North he would find plenty of them. "I can understand that. If we both keep busy three months will be nothing." It was not like Sara did nothing, even though her life might seem a lot easier than a fighters she did not work any less. She was always at the temple, charity work, healing, teaching, praying, cleaning. It consumed many hours if done right, she was prepared to throw herself into that lifestyle, more so catch up with some old friends to try and keep her mind away from him. Though she knew her heart would be with him in the North.
Sara reached onto her skirt, untying one of the long red threads that hung down to pull off a bell, they were meant to keep evil spirits away, she hoped it was true. She smiled and reached up, threading it into the plat that hung over his shoulder. She might not be able to watch over him, but she would ask the spirits to do that for her, she wanted them to bring him back to her safe. "I might not be able to come with you, but I hope this keeps you safe none the less." She nodded, her hands reached for her rod before she pulled it out of the sash in her shirt, she always carried it with her in-case she found herself in trouble. She closed her eyes and rested the metal end on his chest for a moment, it was cold against his skin - it seemed like anything which was connected to the spirits was, even Sara herself.
All conduits had the power to bless souls, give them that extra push when they were tired, some said it even gave men bravery when they knew troubled times were ahead. To Sara this was just another way to wish him luck, and to let him take a part of her with him. Instead of using the energy from the spirits around her she used the power from her own soul to attach a small part itself to his. Her rod gave a soft blue glow, the energy was colder than the metal, however it worked its magic and tried to calm his mind a little, maybe then he would not worry so much.
She felt herself go a little light headed, she always did after using her own energy. However she smiled none the less, lowering her medium and opening her eyes to look up at him. "A few hours? I guess I will stay with you till the last moment then. See what trouble my little students can get themselves into, whilst I am not watching them like a hawk." She chucked, she loved the people at the temple like a family and she saw a lot of herself in the teenagers. It was strange having people look up to you, she tried to be the best role-model she could, but alas she was still learning. It was hard growing up, in many ways she still felt so inexperienced in the world. Almost like she was still a child - she wondered if he ever felt that way too.
Only if they knew she was not as perfect as they all thought.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 10:57 am
Bataar nodded, although his expression remained fairly grim. Traveling to make it to the north was always a bit of a pain, but he’d survive well enough. Robbers and assassins could always be a concern, and one was never permitted to let their guard down. It would be a long road, and he knew he’d grow weary, but it had to be done. It was, in short, absolutely unavoidable.
In the meantime, they would indeed have to keep busy. ”Yes, I hope so.” he responded candidly, allowing a look of relative unhappiness to flit across his face for a few moments as he transported a pile of things to the edge of the yurt. The captain glanced over in surprise as Sarangerel approached him, watching with faint confusion as she threaded the piece of string into his braid. He was not familiar with the rituals of soul conduits or priests, but he resisted jerking away as the cold metal touched his skin. Whatever Sara was doing, she seemed to think it was important, and that it would keep him safe.
He offered her a smile and embraced her briefly before turning back to the task at hand. ”That’s fine so long as Odval doesn’t come back.” he explained, working industriously and ducking outside for a moment to carry a few sizable portions of firewood in. By the time he returned it would be winter, and he’d be glad to have so much wood chopped. It would make life that much more convenient to live in the midst of the cold and the snow that always accompanied the season.
Bat was happy more often than not with Sara, but lately it seemed as if there were too many unpredictabilities surrounding the two of them. It was, admittedly, tiring but if he were to let it get the best of him, it would mean that his mother had won. He couldn’t possibly allow Odval to ruin what friendships or even relationships that he was cultivating, and he knew it. In some way, he’d manage to claim victory over his mother, even if it caused an indecent amount of rage.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 12:50 pm
It felt like he was not all here, he was being quiet and spacey - even for him. She looked concerned but knew he would not want to talk about it, she could understand why he was being like this but it still did not settle her concern, she always worried about him. "I do not think she will do much worse, it will take a while, but things will settle down - at least I hope so, I mean she can not be mad at us forever, right?" She smiled, it always seemed to come back to Odval in some way. She could understand why, after all she was sure some harsh things were said last night. She wondered how Bat had reacted, if he had defended her or just tried to stay quiet. She nuzzled his neck as he hugged her, taking in his sent for a brief second, before watching him wonder away.
She smiled and went to stand by the door, watching him as he worked and tried to get organised. She knew he was leaving and even though she did not want him too, she was not as distraught as she thought she would be - it was a long time, but nothing compared to how long they had known each other. "I don't know why I feel this way, but this time apart could do us some good. I think that we need some time to think and come to terms with some things - I mean the way our relationship is developing." She felt like she needed to voice this, if they could not be together then maybe they could do some soul searching on their own. Her cheeks reddened slightly at the mention of it. There had been so much trouble as of late a break might be welcomed - a vacation sounded nice. "I know things have been hard, but I do like you. More than a friend but I am not used to these kind of feelings and... I do not want to rush things."
She grabbed her hair once more, playing with it was becoming a habit. "Do me a favour whilst you are away, just think about if this is what you really want, okay? Whilst we are not caught up in the moment." She asked him, she was being rather genuine, her first relationship had failed badly and she did not want to make any mistakes. No connection between two people was ever perfect, however it would help if it had a solid foundation. In short, the two had some discussion's to make in the next coming months.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:12 pm
Bataar laughed a little anxiously as Sara commented that Odval couldn’t possibly be angry forever, and wondered if he ought to correct the soul conduit. ”We’ll just see how long she holds this grudge.” he spoke more calmly than he felt, his eyes studying the floor of his yurt. He wasn’t sure if his mother was truly up to ever forgiving Sarangerel, but he could always sincerely hope. After all, he never asked for too much coming from the shaman and this was hardly a terrible demand, despite the fact that Sara was a Legionnaire. Perhaps she’d give in once she saw his affection for the young woman, but he could never be certain.
He glanced in Sara’s direction as she commenced speaking again and nodded slowly, his green eyes agreeable in the light. ”Yes, with all that’s going on it can be a little confusing without a break.” the man answered, glad that there could be some sort of positive light shed upon the situation. It was true that they’d both been caught up in a bit of a whirlwind for the past few days, and that it would be good to take some time and look at it from the outside. Maybe they’d meet again and have a lot more in the way of insight, in any case. That would be a relief.
Bat looked surprised at Sara’s candid confession and nodded slowly. ”Rushing things would be bad-- we’ll give it some time.” he agreed, taking a moment to stuff a pack with the things he’d be needing on his journey to the north. His mother had gotten him some provisions earlier, so at least he wouldn’t starve on the trip up. It was nearly time for him to leave and join the group of Nobles he’d be accompanying. Perhaps their journey would be safe and unbothered, although he doubted it. A group of Nobles at night was a prime target.
In any case, he would agree to Sara’s request. ”I will think about it, and tell you when I return.” he sighed, walking briskly over in order to kiss her on the cheek. He doubted his feelings would change very much once he’d left, but for her sake he’d think it over as carefully as he could, and hope that things were going to work out. That was the best he could do for now.
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