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 Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:50 pm
Jianyu could not resist the snort of laughter that escaped his lips. "Oh, believe me, Bataar," he said dryly, shaking his head. "I am quite aware of just how many problems you have. Guts, on the other hand..."
He let the sentence trail off, clearly teasing the other man, instead finishing the bandaging of Bataar's hand and letting go to let the Mongol examine it. Jianyu watched him carefully, his expression softening. There was still a small ache, only a slight one, his heart constricting a bit, but for the most part...it was not their...relationship that he had missed (though at the beginning, that had certainly played a part in his emotions), but merely the presence of the man who had become (through a series of rather ridiculous events) his closest friend. Despite the stark contradictions, the blatant strangeness of their friendship, Bataar Jaoret was, in fact, Jianyu's best friend.
He did not want to admit that, but both fortunately and unfortunately it was true. Even though they were Captains on opposite sides of what seemed to be a never ending war, the very basic fact remained that they were close. It was an unlucky thing, getting stuck with a Noble as a best friend, but at the same time Jianyu was glad.
Except for the scowl that Bataar seemed to continually bring to Jianyu's lips. "I am not," he said testily, clearly emphasizing the word. " - a girl." A smirk graced his face after, however, Jianyu's eyes flashing. "Just admit it. You need me - hey!"
The other man had reached for his bag, rifling through it for any sort of snacks. Exasperatedly Jianyu snatched it back, and with a sigh, pulled out a bag of dried meat, which he shoved at Bataar's wide chest.
"Here," he said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Quit going through my bag like some sort of beggar, ya big moron. I am a Captain, you know."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 2:28 pm
Bataar really did believe that he was a creature deserving of pity and shot Jianyu a look of disdain. "Oh, just admit it, will you?" he muttered with quite a bit of snark. He disliked when his manliness was contested and tended to get moody if not downright angry when the Legionnaire insulted his perfect mojo. It was mere jealousy, he told himself, trying to feel as smug as he possibly could about the whole thing-- Jianyu was simply jealous! Why, not everyone could be so excellent a man as he!
Bat knew he was just being teased, but he proceeded in thrusting out his lower lip(looking around in case any of his soldiers noticed him acting childishly, of course) and stared the other man down. They were, of course, best friends but they tended to quarrel often, even in moments of reconciliation. Eventually, his stare-down was broken by his own laughter. Jianyu's denial was a little too amusing in the Mongol's opinion and he wasn't concerned about hiding that fact from the other man.
As if he'd ever confess to any of that bullshit! "I think, actually, this injury only materialized when you arrived back into my life." Bat pointed out with some relish. "If anything, I need you to leave for the sake of my own safety!" Although he was teasing, he hoped to guilt the Legionnaire to some extent in order to goad him into making, perhaps, a cake.
Relief reigned when Bataar noted the pack of dried meat and he snatched it up rather selfishly in order to begin consuming its contents. "Is this yak? I'm really quite fond of yak." he declared, although his palate was clearly not very advanced. Sounding like an idiot simply came naturally to the Mongolian man.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 4:46 pm
The fight around them was beginning to slow down, the loud, raucous sounds of metal upon metal and the whipping of arrows through the sky beginning to grow mute as the battle neared its end. A part of Jianyu was ashamed that he had let himself become this pathetic, needing the help of a Noble Captain and former lover in order to survive. He should have been strong enough to be able to protect his men, to stand up and fight when it was necessary, and yet...the memory of that knife against his face had been too much to handle.
However, strangely enough, Jianyu felt no fear now. And he felt no guilt. Instead, sitting here, with his ex-lover felt...well, the same as it ever had - just without the romantic aspect to their relationship. And Jianyu found, quite suddenly, that he was all right with that. It was a rather nice feeling of relief, though he turned a mildly exasperated expression to the other man.
"You know, if you keep sticking your lower lip out like that, some little bird is going to come and perch on it," he said, lifting an amused brow before a snort escaped his lips. "And at least my arrival 'back into your life,' as you so put it, was dramatic instead of boring. It would have been dull to have just walked through your front door...er, flap."
"That is not yak," Jianyu added dryly as Bataar grabbed the meat from his fingers, eagerly tearing into it. "It's buffalo. And here, quit eating it all you hog - "
There was a noise off to his left and Jianyu lifted his eyes in time to see the remainder of his troop standing beside him. More shuffling and twigs cracking to the right, and the Nobles of Bataar's forte appeared on his side. Which left the two Captains - Jianyu attempting to wrench the meat from Bataar's fingers and Bataar stubbornly resisting - sitting in the middle.
There was silence. The troops looked dumbstruck. Jianyu slowly lowered his hands, letting them fall into his lap. For a few moments, no one said anything. Then -
"Let's go home, men. Nothing more to see here."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:40 pm
Bataar had been monitoring the fight to some extent up until now and was noting that things had started to die down a bit. It was probably time to gather his men and depart, but he much preferred getting in a meal at this point and besides, he could probably make up a decent(in his mind) story to defend himself to his men. He wasn't too concerned, to say the least-- not right now, anyway.
He glanced at Jianyu haughtily and shook his head. "A bird is not going to land on my lip! That's just stupid!" he declared knowledgeably, vigorously nodding his head as if to agree with himself. This was something he knew for a fact and he wasn't about to allow the Legionnaire to fool him about it! "Plus you can only wish to eventually live somewhere as amazing as my yurt! That's my pad." Bat considered briefly poking at the point that Jianyu had spent more than just a little time in his tent in the past, but decided against it; he did not need scratches or something all over his face.
Beyond that, he was absolutely convinced that his meat was yak. As a man, he had to be able to identify many different sorts of meats and find them delicious. "Hey you--!" he snarled, in the process of trying to reclaim the snack. It was only when Jianyu next spoke that he realized his men were backing him and that he was very conspicuously eating with the enemy.
Image, as they say, is everything.
Bataar wasted no time in punching Jianyu full-on in the face, springing up and adopting a fighting stance. "You Legionnaire scum!" he bellowed, doing his best to keep from laughing his a** off. He'd missed beating the hell out of Jianyu!
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