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 Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:26 am
 OCTOBER
10.08.10: Jianyu becomes a Captain.JUNE
06.18.10: Jianyu winds up blinded in one eye after a massacre of his battalion.APRIL
04.17.10: Oh my! It looks like Jianyu has finally managed to grow into a fine Fighter!MARCH
03.11.10: After a few unhappy incidents with the Nobles, Jianyu reflects on the experiences.
03.09.10: After meeting a new face on Cherry Tree Hill, Jianyu relates his somewhat...awkward...interaction with this new Lunarian...
03.08.10: Jianyu ponders on the new, unusual acquaintance, Tae Kyung.FEBRUARY
02.28.10: Jianyu reflects on his meeting of Zhongxian and the awkward first steps of friendship.
02.23.10: Jianyu reflects on the outcome of his battle with Bataar.
02.23.10: Jianyu and Bataar face off in battle, but Jianyu's awkwardness and Bataar's injuries lead to a quick draw.
02.22.10: Jianyu does a little reflecting on the people he's met so far.
02.08.10: A literal run-in with Bataar on the streets of Lunaria results in some unexpected things.
02.06.10: First meetings with Kyung and Zhong Xiàn at the Academy.JANUARY01.31.10: Jianyu starts off at the Academy, along with Asura, Kyung, and Zhong Xiàn.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 8:27 am
Academy Student
All Lunarians start out here. Just average youths attending classes;
however, it is at this stage where your Lunarian begins to choose their
path in life. To serve the Legion? To serve the Retainers? Should they
become a priest? Or maybe a captain? Your little peasant begins to
work their way up the chain from here.
[ requirements ]
6x Battles
4x Regular Roleplays
5x Journal Entries
6 / 6 √
4 / 4 √
6 / 6 √
Fighter
So your little baby is growing up all big and strong and decides to kick
some a** on the dark side-- light side? Whatever. They're all revved
up here with some starter's gear, practicing hard and getting their
game on. Fighters tend to be those more daring and adventurous.
[ requirements ]
1x Roleplay with a Upstanding Noble
10x Battles
6x Regular Roleplays
8x Journal Entries
1 / 1 √
10 / 10 √
25 / 6 √
22 / 8 √
Captain
Yeah, after some long, hard and grueling work, your fighter finally made
it here. They're all decked out and shiny now, looking hot in a primped
up version of their old, geeky starter's gear. Armed with a weapon
specially made for them, they're ready to kick butt and chew bubble gum.
[ requirements ]
1x Metaplot Participation
15x Battle Victories
12x Regular Roleplays
20x Journal Entries
1 / 1 √
15 / 15 √
18 / 12 √
20 / 20 √
Tenryujin
It is said that for every Lunarian born, there is a star in the sky tied to
their soul, characterized by a spirit animal that represents them. Upon
achieving a level of mastery in their chosen vocation, the Lunarian is
able to absorb the spiritual energy of the star and regain some of their
ancestral power. Their bodies change immediately when this happens;
fingers become dragon-like claws, their scales cover more of their
bodies. Spikes and even horns can form, as well as a tail. As a Tenryujin,
their powers expand considerably.
[ requirements ]
There is no stage beyond that of the Tenryujin.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 6:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 8:18 pm
 THE ACADEMYI have met some new students at the Academy. I would not necessarily call them friends, exactly, since we have barely just met, and I am still attempting to evaluate what their personalities are like and whether or not they are compatible to get along well with my own. It is unusual for me to be having conversations with people my own age other than my brothers and sisters, as I am unaccustomed to developing interesting conversations. I fear I am quite dull, though it seems like I have interested that one young man, Zhongxian, maybe at least a little, with my talk of archery.
Bataar is another matter. I am...quite unsure as how to deal with him. He is brash and blunt, and he is quite overbearing at times, which is a little unnerving. Though I do my best not to cause trouble, it seems as if I have stepped into quite the problematic situation when it comes to him. But I will do my best to figure out the situation at hand and hopefully come out of it unscathed.
There are a few others who are new to the Academy as well; two females whose names I cannot quite recall at the moment. There is also that Asura girl, whom I have also not met. I suppose I should get to learning about those of the opposite gender, but I am not quite adept at speaking with females just yet. But I will try and push aside my fears and see what comes out of speaking with them.
The Academy is large, and might seem intimidating, were it not for the years of growing up with my family as they are. My father's clients are quite diverse, and I have seen my fair share of frightening people. The Academy in comparison is not quite up to par.
I will now rest and attempt to finish this later. Hopefully I will have made some progress with securing some friendships in my next entry.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 8:31 pm
MAIN STREETI have come to the conclusion that I perhaps am not...quite as adept at fighting as I believed I was.
During a routine walk through Main Street this evening, I was unfortunate enough to run into a young man named Bataar, who, incidentally, was also a Noble. I mentioned him in my earlier reflections, that I was unsure of how to proceed with him. Well, as it turned out, the unsurity in my thinking lead to some misunderstandings and Bataar and I found ourselves facing off down an abandoned alleyway a few streets down from the main part of town. Needless to say, our contradicting backgrounds also provided quite the catalyst for our irritation towards each other.
Though I must also add that I was...awkward during our fight. I managed to lodge one of my arrows in his left leg, but that was not my intention. I had only meant to frighten him, perhaps scratch him when the arrow went by, but as it was, he moved - possibly to dodge - and was distracted by the taunts and insults he was casting at me. So the arrow went straight through his leg.
I was quite startled by this...more so than I should have been, for he knocked my bow out of my hand while I was distracted. He landed a solid blow to the middle of my chest, and now I have a dark, purplish bruise that covers most of my torso. It hurts to breathe, but it will soon dissipate. I managed to kick out at him and hit his stomach, but the bleeding from his leg seemed to hinder him, and he left quite abruptly. But he also left with the very real promise that our fight was not over just yet; that it was merely a draw between the two of us.
Next time I am determined. I will win the fight. I will not let my emotions get in my way again. It is weak to let one's feelings hinder one's physical capabilities, and I will not let that Noble succeed in beating me.
I will be the one to succeed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 11:52 pm
DROP OF THE WATER WEIGHTSI met a student at the Academy today. His name is Zhongxian, nad he is allianced with the Legion as well as I am. However, despite all of my best efforts, it seems as if our conversational topics routinely fell flat. I am not one to just sporadically come up with amusing or entertaining conversational topics, but however much I tried to speak well today, it kept being met with rather disappointing results. I am obviously not well-adjusted to speak towards members of my own age, and it is difficult to speak with anyone outside of my own family. Though I suppose that it is considered good practice for me, since I will probably need to form at least a few friendships in my own life, though the concept is quite foreign to me. I still find it difficult to even think about people other than the members of my own family, since I have grown up living just with them for most of my life. And though my family is...quite vast in size, it does not do well for me to simply stay with them longer than necessary.
So despite the failure of my being able to communicate properly with Zhongxian, I have invited him to visit my father's tattoo shop in the future. If he comes, I have promised myself that I will do everything I can to make him feel welcome and attempt to relieve some of the awkwardness that is between us. Perhaps I may even be able to form a real friendship.
...perhaps.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 7:51 pm
ARROWSI have met...a most unusual sort of person today. His name is Tae Kyung, and I first caught sight of him while I was practicing at the Academy Archery field early this morning. A very effeminate looking young man, he is quite calm and composed; a surprising trait, seeing as he is of the Noble Retainers. Though I cannot help but wonder if that calm collectiveness is all just a facade for a much more passionate man; he seems almost too sure of himself, as if he is hiding away all of the knowledge that he holds. Nearly all of the previous Nobles that I have come into contact with have been known to be rash, quick thinkers who are passionate only towards the cause that they fight for (though it is obvious that the Noble Retainers are not to be the victors in this war). Kyung is different in the sense that he has an air of seclusion around him; a feeling of something almost ethereal and rather...different. It is quite unusual, and almost unsettling, though I must admit: his ways of speaking and his clear confidence are quite intriguing. He is, by far, one of the more interesting Nobles that I have met, far more interesting than that brash Bataar with whom I keep seeming to have quarrels with.
I am looking forward to more discussions with this Tae Kyung. Perhaps in the future our conversations will not be limited to merely our allegiances and our daily habits. It seems too plain for a man such as Tae Kyung, and I wish to delve more into that intellect that he clearly has.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 4:41 pm
UNDER THE BLUE SKIESRecently, while I was meditating atop Cherry Tree Hill, I stumbled across a most...unusual new person. A girl. Her name is Van, and she is quite...unlike any person I have met before. Her personality is very light, very cheerful and almost overly confident in herself, though not enough to be considered arrogant. She is obviously very strong minded and I can tell that she is a person who is extremely dedicated to what they do. But although I can respect her for that, I must say that when it came down to actually conversing with her, I felt quite uncomfortable and more than a little ill at ease. I have stated before that I am not accustomed to speaking with those members of the opposite gender who are not my siblings, and this afternoon was no exception. I believe I somehow managed to stutter and stammer my way through a small conversation with Van, though I fear that I may have made quite an imbecile out of myself in the process. She exudes self-confidence, and although I consider myself to be quite adept at many things, I am afraid that all I managed to produce today was an awkward set of half-formed thoughts.
Though she did seem to wish to speak to me again. I hope that if I do somehow run into her a second time, that I will be better prepared this time. At the very least, perhaps I can manage to have some decent conversation with her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 6:02 am
SOLO BATTLES 1+2Lately, it seems, I have been met with quite the amount of hostility. Just the other day, while I was on my way home from the Artisans' Path, I was accosted by a group of single-minded men intent on killing me. It was dark, so it was difficult to see, and my bow was knocked from my hand before I could prepare it. Mother's bodyguards were obviously not doing their jobs correctly (not that I even expected them to), so I was forced into attempting to use the shadows as a means of escape. I hid several times in the corners of the square and had to crawl across the cobblestone ground in order to prevent myself from being attacked. However, this did not stop the men in their attempt at Legion bloodshed. I was fortunate enough to move my hand away the exact second before it would have been crushed by a Noble boot, but it was only pure luck at that point.
However, the moon came out at just the right time, and I was able to see clearly where I had dropped my bow. Once I had retrieved it, I was able to escape without them following me, though I fear that it is not the last time I will see those men.
A second incident occurred on an evening at the Ichi-Koi Inn and Bar, where I was having a relaxing evening playing a hand of cards. The man sitting across from me, a Noble, was confident that he had successfully won the game. However, when I pointed out that it was, in fact, myself that had the winning hand, he lost control. I have the distinct feeling that he thought only a Legion would pull such an "underhanded" way of winning (though my win was fair), and he proceeded to throw me around the room in quite a painful fashion. I received several bruises, a few cuts, and a large bruise around my right eye from the man's fist. Apparently after I lapsed into unconsciousness, I was taken home by the bar keeper; a good friend of my father's. When I awoke, my mother was taking care of me, which proved to be quite a bad thing when she discovered that I had been at Ichi-Koi again.
All of the instances are starting to disturb my peace of mind. I fight for the Legion, but I do not find being attacked in the darkness of night without warning to be suitable to my tastes. One cannot shoot an arrow in the dark, and I am not yet physically adept enough yet to fight through hand-to-hand combat. I do wish to change this fact, hopefully through more training. Then, maybe, I can be prepared for the next time.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 11:57 am
TRANSITION FROM STUDENT TO FIGHTERIt is nearing dusk when I arrive at the ceremony. There are a few dozen people already sitting in their seats, students from the Academy, family, a few friends. I can see my father seated in the first road beside my mother. His back is straight, at attention, and his long black hair is pulled back in a neat braid so that everyone can see the elaborate tattoo painted across the back of his neck. It is of a black and lavender butterfly, identical to the one that I wear on the inside of my right wrist. My father traced it onto me himself when I turned seven. It is a symbol of our family; of the delicate line between beauty and strength. When I first received it I was, to say least, not the least bit happy about having such a feminine symbol on my body, but after fourteen years of seeing it on my wrist every day I have grown accustomed to it.
My father's hand is holding my mother's much smaller one, and she is looking at him with a knowing expression. Both of them turn as I walk down the center aisle towards them, and my mother smiles cheekily as my father gives a small nod in acknowledgment. They are surrounded on either sides by my brothers and sisters, none of which are paying the slightest bit of attention. Junjie is busy stroking his hair and looking in a mirror, while Jinjing is sitting as far away from the twins as possible. My sisters all gossiping with each other, as usual, and none of them are listening as the person at the front greets me. I bow low, showing my respect, and the Academy Head hands me my new training clothes. I in turn, swivel to place them in my father's hands, and then I hold on my hands once more. This next item is one I have been waiting for, one I have studied and worked hard through my years at the Academy to receive. The Academy Head has a serious expression on his face as he speaks, but I confess, I am not particularly listening to his words. I am more focused on the object that I now hold in my hands.
The bow is long, and sleek, with a blue feathered design around the handle. It is made of a dark mahogany wood, cut to perfection, as well are the arrows that come with it. It is more beautiful than I could have imagined it to be. Kyung's taste is impeccable, as he was the one who both chose the bow and convinced the Academy Head to present it to me at my graduation ceremony. I feel quite overwhelmed by the situation, but I am unbearably pleased as well. Tae Kyung has turned out to be a valuable asset, as well as a good friend, and I am grateful to have him by my side.
After the bow and arrow, the Head hands me my certificate of graduation. For a moment, I do not know what to say, but then I bow slightly and express my gratitude and then it is done.
I am now officially a Fighter.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 7:15 pm
ANYTHING YOU CAN DO...After managing to graduate successfully from the Academy, I was thrust rather unceremoniously into the world of the Fighters. And I must say, after only a few days of rigorous training...
It is a nightmare.
I feel completely and totally out of my league amongst the broad-shouldered, sturdy, quick-minded Fighters that saunter around Lunaria with their brawn and their brains. I had always thought that I was quite adept at shooting my bow, but there are four other archers present when I go into train, each one better than the other and all leagues ahead of myself. It is quite overwhelming and quite disheartening, I must admit. It is not as easy as I had thought it would be, and this fact is extremely frustrating. I wish that there was something that I could do to help move this along.
On another note, I realized that throughout all of my journal entries I neglected to include one crucial...and very disturbing piece of information.
A few days before I graduated from the Academy, I had the misfortunate of having my precious bow broken by that oaf, Bataar. Seeing as I could not enter the Fighter units without a weapon, I went to the Artisan's Path in the hope of having a new one made for me. Alas, I had the great inconvenience of running into none other than the man himself, acting as innocent and unassuming as can be. Naturally, he managed to anger me and a chase ensued, ending with a small fight within the confines of a small fountain just off of Main Street. However, I somehow stumbled and hit my head, knocking me immediately unconscious. When I awoke, I discovered not only that I was still in the fountain, but also that I was not alone. Bataar was attempting to draw me close as he slept, a fact that rather horrified me.
As it was, I managed to get away from him, but the Mongol has a most disturbing way of irritating me, and I begin to realize that he is, in fact, quite taken with me. This fact was proved when I, acting on an impulse that I do not understand, kissed him when he claimed that he thought I was attracted to those of my own sex. This was followed by a few comments that he was not well worth my time, and consequently Bataar taking off his clothes to prove that he was, in fact, quite muscular and well worth anyone's time. Despite the fact that he does indeed have good pectoral and abdominal muscles, I was not about to fight him naked in the middle of a street and surrounded by questioning patrons. So I took him back to my place of residence, leaving him in my room to get some of my brother's clothes.
This, however, proved to be quite a fatal mistake. For that idiot Bataar fell asleep on my bed, completely naked, and my little sister found him there, only to shriek to the entire household that her big brother "had a naked man in his bed." And thus followed a series of most irritating rumors, all of which my family had no problem in believing. Due to Bataar's idiocy, they now believe him to be my lover, and that I am, in fact, gay.
This is, of course, not true, but my family is determined to have Bataar as a son-in-law and have since proceeded to ask him every sort of question concerning our "relationship."
It is quite irritating.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 11:12 pm
MAY 5TH :: SOLO BATTLE :: Catch Me If You CanThe Oishiburo Bathhouse was overly crowded during the evening that Jianyu decided, quite unexpectedly, to go. It was unusually rare for him to even consider going to such a place, but his training that day had been extraordinarily difficult and tedious. All Jianyu wanted at the moment was to simply sit back and relax. The cackling cacophony of loud, exuberant voices nearly made him turn around and leave, but with a sigh, Jianyu forced himself to enter the bathhouse. Once he had paid his fee, he was directed towards the male side of the spacious building and given a towel.
Alone in the changing room, Jianyu unlatched the belt containing the sheath of arrows on his back. He set it carefully on the bench beside him, then set his precious bow along side them. It took a while to remove all the layers of clothing he was wearing, but once he was finished, Jianyu stood, carefully stowing his belongings in one of the small, wooden crates located in the changing room. He felt extremely vulnerable clad only in a towel around his waist and without his weapons, but with a sigh, Jianyu made his way out of the room and towards the baths.
He was greeted with a cloud of billowing steam and the scent of roses. Jianyu could not see where exactly he was going, but after a few moments of blinking rapidly and waving his hand in front of his face, he managed to clear his view. Stepping over to the edge of the pool, Jianyu slid inside of the water, breathing in the heated air. He closed his eyes, sighing deeply. It was surprisingly relaxing, despite all of his earlier reservations, and the water was soothing to his aching body.
It was then that he heard the giggle. Jianyu opened his eyes. There was a pair of dark eyes blinking at him from a few feet away. A pair of quite feminine looking eyes tat matched a very feminine looking body.
Jianyu frowned, glancing around. This was the men's side of the bathhouse, was it not? Perhaps he had missed something.
"Hello." said the girl, her towel clutched around her buxom chest. "Who are you?"
"Er." said Jianyu slowly. "Qian Jianyu. Is this...am I perhaps in the wrong area of the baths?"
"Oh, no!" chirped the girl cheerfully. "This is the men's side of the bathhouse."
She was moving a bit closer now. Jianyu said, with some confusion "Then...why, may I ask...are you here..?"
The girl was practically on top of him now. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck and straddled his waist, leaning close.
"You looked lonely." she purred, playing with a strand of his hair. "I thought I'd come and keep you company. My name is - "
"MEILIN!"
That voice was definitely not female. The footsteps stomping across the wooden floor were heavy, angry. Meilin, still sitting in Jianyu's lap, grabbed his arms, wrapping them around her thin waist just as the door to the bath was flung pen. THe man standing in the doorway was massive, wearing a tunic bearing the Noble Crest on his chest. His face was purple with rage, growing a deeper shade as his eyes landed on Jianyu.
"Er." said Jianyu. "This is not - "
"He attacked me!" The girl - Meilin - shrieked, shoving herself away from Jianyu with a splash. "Help, Pang!"
"What?" Jianyu said, confused. "No, I did not, I - "
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Pang roared, and Jianyu got the distinct impression that he should probably run. Scrambling out of the steaming water, he nearly fell on his face as he slid across the water-streaked floor, desperately trying to keep the towel around his waist from falling off. Behind him, he could hear thundering footsteps and a string of obscenities from Pang.
Jianyu managed to make it to the doorway of the changing room before he felt something snag his ankle. With a shout, Jianyu tumbled to the floor, trying to free his foot from the towel Pang had managed to wrap around it. He could the girl still sitting in the pool, a smirk on her pretty face. With one last kick, Jianyu managed to free his leg, and he shot to his feet, ducking into the changing room.
"You little Legion s**t!" Pang screeched. "I'll kill you!"
Jianyu hastily tossed off the lid to the nearest wooden box, which contained only jewelry. Tossing it haphazardly to the side, he rummaged around frantically in another box, then another. Where were his things?
"Gotcha!" crowed a voice, and Jianyu whirled around, ducking just as a big, meaty fist swung towards him. He dropped down low, spinning his leg out in a swift windmill kick, knocking Pang down with a thunderous crack! as his head hit the floor. There were more curses from the Noble, but Jianyu had darted away already, still looking for his possessions. Just as he found another box, thick, heavy fingers closed around his ankle and Jianyu found himself being yanked down abruptly, the box falling with him.
"Little Legion son of a b***h, trying to harass my sister!" Pang snarled as he began to drag Jianyu towards him. Jianyu's fingers grappled for the latch to open the box, fumbling to get it open. He kicked out with his free leg, managing to connect with a solid and sickening crunch! to Pangs nose just as he unlatched the box. His clothes, as well as his bow and sheath of arrows, came spilling out.
Ah hah!
Jianyu felt a sharp tug on his ankle. His fingers closed around the shaft of an arrow, and twisting upwards, he whirled around to face Pang, driving the arrow deep into his upper arm. With a shriek of pain, Pang let go, and Jianyu staggered to his feet, scrambling away. Pang was glaring at him, pure loathing twisting his features as blood began to pour down his arm. He advanced towards Jianyu with a furious roar, and Jianyu slid sideways, snatching up his bow and the rest of arrows as he did so. Spinning a second arrow in his fingers, Jianyu ducked below Pang's outstretched arms and embedded a second arrow into his leg, just below his knee. The Noble collapsed instantly, and Jianyu heard Meilin give a scream of despair.
Time to go.
Gathering up his clothes, Jianyu hastily made his way out of the room and out of the bathhouse, ignoring the questioning stares as he strode past them, clad only in his small towel.
He would not be visiting the bathhouse again for quite some time.
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 11:58 pm
MAY 8TH :: SOLO BATTLE :: Stuck In the MiddleThe wood was hard beneath Jianyu's hand, thin and rounded. His fingers smoothed over the sleek mahogany as he slid the arrow into the notch at the center of the longbow, fixing it just right, the brightly colored feathers at the end feeling like prickling silk against his skin. Gritting his teeth, Jianyu pulled the arrow back, his gloved hand brushing against his cheek as he raised the longbow. Closing one eye, Jianyu trained the arrow on the target five hundred feet in front of him, holding the bow steady. His concentration was now focused on channeling his chi towards the arrow, his eyes narrowing and his brows furrowing as he let the energy twist and curl around him. He could feel something rumbling around his feet, feel something bumping against the ground beneath his feet. A jet of dark green vines shot up from the ground just in front of his toes, whipping upwards to encircle the arrow, and Jianyu let go.
Within a fraction of a second, the arrow had left Jianyu's hand, hissing over the ground and embedding itself in the target. The vines cut through the wood easily, the thorns scraping against the thin chestnut, and the target snapped, falling haphazardly to the ground.
Satisfied, Jianyu lowed the bow. Beside him, Sahas said "Excellent, Jianyu. You've been doing quite well as of late. But you need to focus more on the elements that you use when shooting. Your aim is wavering, and your arm is weak. You must work on channeling your ki better."
Jianyu's face flushed. He gave a small nod to Sahas, who turned and left. Once he was gone, Jianyu let out his breath in a low hiss, closing his eyes briefly. It was quite difficult to keep receiving these constant reminders that his ki was not in the right state. Each time he released an arrow his concentration seemed to waver at the last second, causing an unsteadiness to the shot. It was unbearably frustrating.
There was a snort of laughter to his left, and Jianyu turned, seeing the mocking expression of Aran, one of the men he trained with on a routine basis. Aran was a few years older than Jianyu, and a few inches shorter, with a stocky, solid frame and black hair that he kept cut short against his head. He and Jianyu had never gotten along particularly well, though most of the time Jianyu ignored his comments.
"Can't shoot, can you, Mr. Archer?" Aran taunted, a wide grin on his strong face. "You're just like a little girl. Your arrows fall far and wide."
Jianyu gritted his teeth. They were just comments. Offhand, bland comments that he would do best to ignore. Ignore. Ignore.
Aran was still talking. "You should try shooting at your sister next time. Maybe then, when you're trying not to hurt her, you'll actually hit your target."
Ignore!
With a roar of anger, Jianyu flung himself towards Aran, wrapping his hands around the man's thick neck as they fell to the ground. Aran let out a yell of irritation, his face twisted with fury as he rammed a knee up into Jianyu's stomach. Winded, Jianyu gasped for air and rolled off. Aran was immediately atop him, slamming a fist into his face. It hurt, but there was no crack, and Jianyu did not think his nose was broken (though it was quite painful). His head ringing, Jianyu's fingers clenched together, and he landed a hit straight into Aran's gut.
The other man wheezed, falling to the side, and Jianyu scrambled to his feet. He darted across the grass to where he had dropped his bow, snatching up a loose arrow just as a hand closed around his ankle. With a shout, Jianyu was dragged to the ground, Aran's face looming above his.
"You little s**t." Aran hissed. "I'll teach you to hit me!"
He raised his fist again, but Jianyu was quicker this time. Spinning the arrow, he flicked his wrist, the arrow sliding cleanly into Aran's outstretched arm, just below the base of his hand. The man let out a shriek of pain and instantly fell back, clutching his hand as blood started to pour down his arm. His eyes were filled with hatred as he turned back to Jianyu, still lying on the ground.
"I'll kill you."
He lunged towards Jianyu, who rolled to the side, frantically trying to avoid being tackled. Blood spattered across his face from Aran's injured arm, trickling onto the dusty ground. Aran leapt again, and Jianyu's food lashed out, catching him in the knee. There was a sharp crack! as Aran's leg contorted back, and another screech of pain emanated from the man's throat. It was a horrific sound, and even Jianyu felt a wave of nausea course through him. Aran collapsed to the ground, moaning in pain, and Jianyu took the opportunity. Standing up, he brushed off his uniform, glaring down at Aran.
"Do not touch me." he said. "And do not talk about my sister or my family ever again."
With one last look of anger, Jianyu turned around. He gathered up his bow and the rest of his arrows, and then walked off of the practice field, heading for home.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 1:59 pm
NOT SO BAD AFTER ALLThings are...different...with Bataar lately. I do not understand, and it confuses me further keeping everything concealed inside my head. I do not wish to make things more difficult by confiding in my parents, so I will write everything here, where no one will be able to hear my thoughts but myself.
The other day, I was meditating at the top of Cherry Tree Hill, content with myself (though the day was quite chilly), when I was quite abruptly interrupted by the arrival of none other than Bataar himself. How does he manage to always find me when I least wish to see him? At any rate, he was dragging with him a most deplorable looking creature that he claimed was a pony (though if it was, it was a half dead one), and when he saw me, he ran towards me, picked me up, and spun me around, all rather cheerfully, and all rather similar to the actions of a child. We quarreled for a time (Bataar wished to exemplify his strength by lifting the "pony" into the air. I told him to leave the poor creature alone.), but I noticed that all the while Bataar was shivering. He was not wearing his usual fur stole, so I went over and retrieved my own cloak, tying it around his shoulders. To my surprise, he did not take it and throw it to the ground as I thought he would, but in fact stood uncharacteristically still while I tied the cloak on. WhenI was finished, Bataar thanked me, leaned forward, and kissed my cheek.
I must admit, I was quite...flustered. After pushing him aside, we, as usual, managed to get into yet another fight (which he, despairingly, won, though I will not go into the details of that encounter just yet). But I can still feel that kiss on my cheek. It was surprisingly serious for someone as daft and moronic as Bataar is, and it flustered me more than I cared to admit.
Though I would never tell Bataar that. He must never know that I actually felt something other than disdain and dislike at that small, unexpectedly kind gesture.
I would never live it down.
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