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 Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 7:21 pm
She turned so she was looking up at him, the room was quite dark from the storm but she could still make him out, his facial features clear. "You have not been on this Earth for three decades Hero, however you have achieved so much. You should be proud." She stated watching him play with his braid. He did have long hair, if it was on a normal man it would be way past his waist and if it was straight it would be even longer. She had only just began to realise how much he had accomplished, he was a high ranking fighter - many of her friends dreamed to reach his status one day.
"By the time I am your age, I aim to have achieved half as much. Though by then you would probably be Tenryujin, if you were ever blessed with that change you you reject it? I know some decide not to go ahead with the transformation. Have you ever thought about that?" She had never met anyone even close to that change but she had a feeling that he might reach it. She saw potential in him, she knew that he could do anything he put his mind to. Maybe it was because he was so calm and mature but there was something about him which demanded her respect. Already he had done so much for her, she had grown up so much since meeting him. "I guess I must still seem like such a child to you." She chuckled lightly in the realisation. ✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 7:37 pm
Bataar, who was often mistaken for older than he actually was, nodded. He was surprised to hear Sara's age, especially since he'd actually thought she was a lot younger. They were extremely different-- that was not to be denied. They were oddly opposite, but it worked to some extent, he had to say. He got along well with the student, as far as he could see, which was nice. He needed to get along with someone.
Others might say that he hadn't achieved very much, including himself at most times. "Well, I am proud, but there's still a lot to do." he said, sounding rather on the humble side for one in his life. He was unused to being flattered although most wouldn't classify Sarangerel's words as being so. He shifted, running his fingers along the soft fur beneath him and relaxing his shoulders; they'd be here for a while if they didn't want to get caught in the storm.
He laughed a little as she mentioned herself aging to his point. "You never know." Bataar said, toying with the rope that secured his knife to his waist. "And that's something I would never reject, even though I'd consider it a sacrifice." he admitted. The thought of being Tenryujin was somewhat nerve-wracking at this point in his life. It was hard to consider changing so drastically in such a matter of hours when he felt as if he'd really changed very little in the course of his life(though, of course, he'd changed a lot-- it had just been very gradual). Fast change always seemed very strange to him.
He glanced down at the girl beside him, shaking his head. "Everyone has to go through childhood." This was coming from a man who had acted like a child up until mere months or years ago, too(and occasionally still did).
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 7:53 pm
She went on. "I have never seen one before, everyone hears stories - but you learn not to listen to gossip so I do not know how much is true. Though from what I have heard it sounds wonderful so I hope it is, do you think I might ever reach that stage? Not for a long time but eventually." She could not imagine herself with horns and a tail - truth be told she did not think it would look very attractive on a woman however that did not matter. If her scars had taught her anything it was looks did not really matter too much, especially to a girl like her. It was a honour reaching that stage, think about all the good she could do if she reached it. How powerful her healing would be! Maybe she would be able to make a difference, to change this world for the better... like she had always dreamed. She loved Lunaria and wanted to save it and its people. Big goals but sometimes your dreams had to be, they kept you going.
She smiled at him. "Indeed and you should never let it go, however at the same time everyone needs to grow up. Who knows maybe I can get away with another couple years of being carefree." She nodded, maybe she was trying to grow up a little too fast but she felt like it was long overdue. However that did not mean she had to be mature all the time, everyone had a child inside them - hers was brought out around Yue and when alcohol was involved. ✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 8:09 pm
It was hard to describe the reasons why he felt that becoming Tenryujin was a sacrifice. "I'm not sure, but... think of the responsibility." he intoned quietly, gazing up at the ceiling for a moment as he tried to figure out the best way to describe any and all anxiety. Articulation still was not his strong suit, clearly, but he could always try. He would only get better through practice, after all. That was how he'd like to work this sort of thing out. Lightning struck again, closer, following by a round of extremely loud thunder and Bat jumped, grimacing. A storm was the last thing he needed right now.
He himself had never seen a Tenryujin, but knew that they were always very respected in Lunaria. "You could." he mused, rolling his shoulders once he'd relaxed from the crack of thunder. He wasn't actually all that worried about his physical appearance if or once he ever reached that stage in his life. The only thing he was worried about was the responsibility, the amount of expectation he'd be dealing with from his superiors. It was worrisome, to say the least, and at this point in his life he didn't think he was quite prepared. It would wait, though. He knew quite well that he wasn't anywhere near becoming Tenryujin now, that he had more life to endure before that could possibly happen. "I guess it all just depends on the person."
He shrugged. "It's good to have a childhood, but it's also very good to mature, I think. Both in moderation, maybe." It was much harder to be carefree in this environment which seemed so constantly centered around war, but it was doable to some extent. "There's just so much going on, and so much death." he sighed, shaking his head. Simplicity was near impossible in the Imperial City these days, and everyone seemed to have their ulterior motives. Didn't they always?
Bataar recovered himself as thunder struck again, although he was beginning to chew anxiously on his lip as the rumblings outside increased. "That's just how things are."
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 8:24 pm
Though lately she did not like talking about it, not now she knew how real it was. Once upon a time she saw the world of the living ang the world beyond as two separate places, however now she knew how close they were, along side each other, slowly fading in and out of each other. It was so easy to pass into the beyond, so easy it frightened her and kept her awake at night. "Please don't die Hero, the fact that all my friends are fighting scares me sometimes. What if I wake up one day and I am the only one living, it that not just the same as death?" She voiced her concern. She did not want him to die, she did not want Yue to die, she did not want anyone to die. (well maybe excluding Cais)
The young Mongol sighed and leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. She found some comfort in physical contact, maybe it was because Yue was so touchy, her hair fell down his arm as she rested. It was a topic that she did not really like to linger on.✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 10:03 pm
Well, as depressing as it sounded he was going to have to agree with the death thing. "You never know in a climate like this, though." he sighed, glancing down at the prominent scar on his chest. He'd certainly had some near-death experiences, although not lately. A would near his shoulder just outside of his pauldron had been bothering him, however, and didn't quite seem to be healing. He might have to take it to Odval, in case the blade had held some sort of skin-damaging poison. As filthy as he was, he tended to be good at avoiding infection, but right now he was beginning to worry, mainly because this particular wound was failing to heal as quickly as many of his others. It was just a scratch, really, but it was beginning to hurt him more and more.
Bataar glanced over at her, sighing yet again. This was a melancholy subject, after all, and warranted many sighs. "I can't promise that." he replied heavily, staring at the bucket in which his laundry was apparently marinating. "And your life won't be empty if you find some kind of purpose." he pointed out, although his attempt at a light-hearted solution came off as more depressing than ever. He had grown used to death, and had realized that in the end it couldn't be so bad. All the same, he wasn't entirely sure if he'd rather die quickly or not. He wanted to fight when he went down, but there was no telling what might happen on the battlefield.
He grimaced slightly as Sara placed her head on his wounded shoulder but decided it was probably better if he just chose to bear it. He didn't mind so much, and now that he'd shifted properly it didn't hurt nearly as much as it had before. In fact, he was even beginning to grow a little sleepy listening to the sound of the rain when, quite suddenly, the yurt was illuminated and the loudest thunder he'd ever heard in his life sounded, shaking the foundations.
Upon hearing the crash, Bat jerked, and a moment later he was doubled over, clutching at his shoulder. The wound he'd been worrying about had, apparently, opened he could feel where a small amount of warm blood had escaped, staining his clothing. "Sorry." he said quickly to Sara, who's head he must have knocked before he removed his shoulder pauldron and pushed away some of the fur that made up his sleeve. The injury looked nasty, alright.
"I think the rain's just stopped." he stated, listening. "You should be okay if you go now." Translation: I've kind of got to deal with this ugly-looking scratch and it's only drizzling out so you can go do whatever you do when you're not enslaved by my mother. I'll deal with this myself.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 1:58 am
However her own fear soon dwindled as a rank smell hit her nostrils. It was one she knew fairly well, working as a medic in the temple meant you got used to all kinds of smells, some injuries and infections she could diagnose using her nose alone. This one was fairly common but she could tell from the stench it had gotten to be fairly serious, in other works she needed to deal with it. "What's the matter?" She asked giving him a questionable look, he could not put his strange behaviour down to the lightning alone, obviously the Mongol giant must have been in some kind of pain even though she knew he was not likely to admit it. It was then that she saw the stream of dark red blood staining the material around the wound. "You are hurt aren't you?" That much was obvious however she knew he might as well admit it, either way something needed to be done about it.
"Let me take a look at it." With out really waiting for him to accept he offer of help she rested one of her hands on his arm trying to get a better look at what she was dealing with, she could tell already it would need to be opened, cleaned and stitched up (maybe even burned closed) - after that a bit of healing magic would get it into a far more reasonable state. She was not very strong and going by her looks she did not really seem the smartest person in the world, however healing was one thing she had practised enough to do in her sleep if need be. She tilted her head waiting for him to push her away or give her some kind of indication to start her work.✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 7:00 am
Bataar took a moment to glower at the legionnaire for her refusal to leave but, in the end, he had so say he understood. "Lightning never strikes the same place twice." he intoned, hoping it was true. At least Sarangerel appeared to have a healthy fear for thunder instilled into her now. So long as she'd let him be to tend to his wound he ought to be fine, in any case. It looked worse than it had in the preceding days and Bat allowed himself a grimace; he'd taken care of it fairly well, after all.
His expression was dominated by a pronounced frown when he saw that Sara was attempting to help him deal with the wound. As a rule, Bat didn't really trust many healers. There was just something so unpleasantly medical about what they did. The only form of medicine he tended to recognize was the shamanistic sort and even then he was wary-- bandages, the odor of poultices, the smell he could have sworn was bodily rot... Bataar Jaoret, in short, was scared of the doctor. He much preferred taking care of himself, even when things did manage to get extremely out of hand. He'd really done quite well before now, too.
"I'm fine." he replied, although it was clear that he was not. That was his last line of defense before he knew she was going to look at it and he offered himself a ragged sigh of despair as he ceded his arm to the girl. "It's not even that deep." he added, hoping that they might ignore the fact that it looked badly infected. It was hard for a man who'd done so well with himself to accept the fact that he must have messed up, probably at some point during a recent mission.
Silently, Bat cursed the presence of thunder. Tengri's meddling ways might have helped him physically, with his health, but he was still not the most trusting of creatures when it came to his own pain. As well as he was getting to know the girl beside him, he couldn't accept that she might be able to do something helpful when it came to this injury. He didn't understand that she actually had years of healing behind her, or that it was imperative that the wound be examined by someone who actually knew how.
All he knew was that he was definitely stuck now. "Just... hurry up." he muttered with a touch of nervousness.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 6:45 am
She pulled the cork out of the top and then let the clear liquid run down the cloth, the smell it was giving off was rather strong. "Right, first of all lets get this cleaned up so I can see what I am working with." She nodded, she knew this was going to hurt and she knew even more so he was not going to like it. However she was hoping that macho ego of his would prevent him from kicking up a fuss. She then got out a small knife running it along the cloth so it was disinfected before getting comfortable at the side of him. She had no pain killers to offer him, so it looked like he would just have to put up with it, as she said, he was a big man - he could cope. The first bit was not so bad, she leaned in with the knife and started to gently run the blade down the wound, scarping away all the puss and unhealthy flesh. Whenever the knife got too overrun with gunk she whipped it on the material of her belt before going back to try and get rid of all the visible signs of infection, during this time it continued to bleed but to be honest it helped to wash away some of the loose infection in time it started to look more like a fresh wound.
"You know, it might help if you talk about something - anything. Just stay still for me okay." She smiled, this was the part she knew was going to hurt so she thought if she distracted him he would be able to handle it better. She took the cloth which was alreay drenched in the alcohol and then placed it on his shoulder, pressing the liquid into the wound to get rid off what infection was left behind and to generally give it a good clean out. When she removed the cloth it was red with blood but she smiled to see the inside of the wound seemed pretty clean now. "That is the worse bit over, I just need to stitch it closed." She nodded as she leaned back over to her tools and brought out her needle and thread. ✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 1:40 pm
Bataar eyed the legionnaire warily as she unrolled her tools, looking rather displeased. He was used to the utilization of herbs for medical processes and as such he tended to distrust any healers here in the imperial city. The vast majority didn't know a thing about herblore, as far as he was concerned, and he hardly wanted them taking care of his injuries. It was a great leap of faith for the Mongol to place his trust with Sarangerel, even if she was his mother's student.
He was about to go grab the water pail when she first suggested cleaning the wound up but paused with a look of mingled surprise and horror as the smell of the substance she had reached his nose. The knife didn't help, either. Bataar endured, however, when Sara began scraping away the refuse surrounding his wound. As obvious as it was that he hated it, he didn't make a peep or hint at his discomfort with anything other than his eyes. The smell seemed to be fading, at the very least, and the wound was beginning to take on a normal appearance despite the slight increase of bleeding.
He swallowed as she suggested that he strike up a conversation, not looking too terribly grateful about it, especially as he had no idea what he ought to be talking about. "Well, why do you keep these... tools with you all the time?" he asked, for he had not been aware that Sarangerel was a healer. Bat allowed himself a light hiss as the alcohol made contact with his skin, but clearly felt that this much was endurable if all they were going to do was wrap it up afterwards.
Unfortunately, Sara wanted to give him stitches. "Stitch it closed?" he asked, his mouth dry. Clearly, Bataar Jaoret had never had stitches in his life. That was probably part of the reason he had so many visible scars, in any case. "Can't we just bandage it?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 3:06 pm
She shook her head slightly as she threaded her needle. "If I leave it open its just going to get infected again, it will not take long I assure you." She explained, she had the feeling he did not like her working on him however was unaware of what a huge step it was for him trusting her to do so. She gave him a small smile, everything she did she tried her best to be gentle, from the way her fingers stroked his arm to the delicate way she tried to work on his injury. Deep down she was glad he was letting her do this, if nothing else it had taken his mind off of the storm outside.
"Just try to relax, trust me I am a doctor." She stated with a small smile as she poked the needle into his skin in an attempt to pull the wound together, he might be reluctant now however she was sure when he was left with a nice neat scar he would be thankful she took the time to do things properly. He was her friend, she wanted to make sure he was taken care of.✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 6:43 pm
Bat nodded as Sara explained her position in the medical world to him, and why she carried the items she had around with her. It was a decent distractor for the time being, and he was dealing with the pain rather well. Endurance was something the Mongol had done his best to cultivate over the years, in any case, and he was determined to use it to his advantage. He didn't want to seem wimpy or unmanly in any way, shape, or form in any case so he refrained from making excessive noise. That sort of thing would only get him in trouble, anyway-- he didn't want to leave his guard down, whatever he did.
"So you don't use many herbs?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation flowing as best he could. He was beginning to feel far more anxiety now that he knew Sara was determined to stitch up his wound. He wasn't fond of needles and the idea of sewing skin together seemed downright preposterous. If he objected, however, he would look terribly unmanly when it came to his wounds, which he felt he was not. Basically, Bataar had a facade to keep up.
He didn't trust anyone who was trying to use a needle and string on his wounds, but he nodded with a look of unease, holding back a gasp as the needle entering his skin. He stared, wordlessly, as Sara continued the stitches-- Bat was beginning to feel distinctly light-headed and not at all like himself. In fact, he could have sworn he was floating, with accompanying nausea. It was not a good feeling.
It was at that point that Bat's eyes rolled back into his head and he fell upon his furs, unconscious. Having stitches for the first time had, it seemed, been too much for the Mongolian man to really handle. Fainting had been his only option short of screaming.
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