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 Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 6:55 pm
  This is a private RP between Nilgün [Mriae] and Ah-Ra [likeLinen].
Setting
The streets of the Noble Estates.
It is around midday and the sun is high up in the sky.
The temperature is just right; not too hot, not too cold.
During her walk around the Noble Estates, Nilgün is faced with one of the most unpleasant of animals.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 8:45 pm
It had been a while since Nilgün had last been in the Noble Estates, yet the streets were all too familiar.
A while had been a long time as far as the pink-haired Lunarian was concerned. Fourteen years, to be exact. Although the girl was only four-years-old when her grandparents came to take her away, the memory was still vivid in her mind. It would replay itself every so often in Nilgün's head. When it did, the girl couldn't help but think that the situation only happened yesterday, though it was much longer than that. What the little girl had thought was just a regular, average visit from her grandmother and grandfather had turned out to be much more than that. It was a life-changing experience. Firuz and Nadira swooped their granddaughter away on a chilling fall afternoon, and that was the last she saw of her childhood home.
The two elderly Lunarians did everything they could to keep Nilgün away from the Estates and thus, her parents, after that. It was a bad place, they told her. One that wasn't fit for proper Lunarian girls growing up under the Legion. The Lunarians there were backward, her grandmother told her. Though, why that was, the young girl never understood. Her parents couldn't be backward, could they? Just for living in the Noble Estates? Firuz came up with every excuse in the book as well: perverted men lurked in the alleys, fights broke out in the streets, the food was inedible - anything to keep her away. Regardless, none of her grandparents' words seemed to faze the child. Quite the opposite, in fact. It fueled her desire to go back more than anything, and go back she did. From the age of seven onward whenever Nilgün had managed to sneak away from the watchful eyes of Nadira or Firuz, she snuck away to the Noble Estates, if only for an hour or two.
Today was one of those days.
Although the weather was nicer than usual with a bright blue sky, the sun was hidden behind puffy, white clouds. Nilgün thanked God for the wonderful weather. The temperature seemed to be just perfect, so she could walk around comfortably. It had been a decent amount of time since she had last visited the Estates. The Legion girl had to plan these trips carefully. Whenever she went, the Academy student went by a number of strict criteria she had imposed upon herself: she couldn't go often, maybe once or twice every three months or so, and she could never stay for very long. An hour or two at the most, tops. She also couldn't go anywhere near the house where her parents lived. Nilgün didn't allow them to see her at all - at least, not on purpose - for fear of her grandparents finding out. No...usually she stuck to the high-populated restaurants and the residential streets on the edges of the Estates. Those were her best places to travel about unnoticed. In and out; just like that. No muss, no fuss.
The pale blue skinned Legion girl stuck to the latter on this particular outing.
The houses that lined the edges of the Estates definitely weren't as nice as the ones further inward. Well, they were, but in Nilgün's fine opinion, none of them were as carefully kept up. Fallen leaves lined the streets here and there showing how a few certain Lunarians were a bit too lazy to sweep them up. Windows were shut and rather dusty, preventing the fresh air from outside from coming in. These streets were also not as crowded as the main ones coming into the Noble section of the city. They were barely populated at all, actually, which was a good thing for Nilgün. She could walk around in peace and quiet.
Or so she thought, anyway.
After pausing to take a short break in her exploration of the area, the girl couldn't help but trip when she started to walk again. Something (she didn't catch what it was) had caught her feet and caused her to stumble. "Uwaah--" the girl exclaimed, stumbling a bit and trying not to loose her balance completely. How ladylike would she be if that happened? Regal, elegant women didn't trip or fall. They maintained their composure always; no matter what. Even when wearing five inch heels (a feat, one day, Nil swore she would accomplish)! With her composure in tack, the black-eyed Lunarian smoothed out her clothing and then glanced behind her with narrowed eyes. She wanted to see what had been so rude as to trip her. What she saw, however, surprised her even more than she imagined. Another Lunarian was whom Nilgün thought it was, but it wasn't anything like that. Not at all!
What had abruptly halted her strides was a pig. A small, wild pig by the looks of things.
Disgusting!
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 6:03 pm
 These kinds of days made Ah-Ra want to lie in the Hwang pavilion, under the watchful eyes of her ancestors, and make dozens of wreaths from lavenders and daisies. Unfortunately, the female had a task she needed to accomplish. It was nearing her mother's birthday, and Ah-Ra was never an artist. When her palms came into contact with clay, it deteriorated. When her fingertips grasped a paintbrush, it broke it half. You get the point. So she made a decision. She would leave it to the professionals, whose jobs were crafting such specialties. With a bundle of allowance stuffed into a linen pouch in one hand, Sultang was in the other, looking prim and pretty with her personalized green pin. The pygmy hog seemed to be aware of this fact herself for she was acting overly obnoxious on this particular afternoon. Just as the two were embark on their daily adventure, Ah-Ra came to a horrible revelation. She had forgotten to pray to her ancestors! Who knew what kind of bad luck they'd be showered with on their journey? There was no way she'd leave the Hwang abode without seeking the protection of her bloodline. Sultang cast a suspicious look at Ah-Ra.
The owner pursed her lips, clasped her hands together, bowed, and shouted, "Sorry, Sultang!" Ah-Ra felt terrible for having to tie the pet for a second time in a week, but the hog was not allowed in the pavilion. "Stay here, okay?" Ah-Ra tried to make her voice gentle as she tied Sultang to a nearby pole. "And don't snort when people pass by, it's rude!" Ah-Ra scolded, before skipping off to the place for prayers. A minute or two of running later, the female reached her destination. She'd been living here her whole life, but the pavilion never failed to take her breath away. Pure white orbs of calla lilies were sprinkled here and there, gilded Spanish Oysters were in full bloom, glittering pink petals of Common Mallows were floating in the lake, and starry-blue Scarlet Pimpernels lined the bridge to the pavilion. Beaming with pride, Ah-Ra found some new energy charged in her, and ran up the stairs to the center. She whispered a sincere but hurried prayer to her ancestors, poured them more wine, and replaced the wilting flowers on their graves with newly bloomed ones.
Sultang would be waiting! She should hurry. So Ah-Ra's pace quickened, until she reached the gate of her house, half-panting. "Sorry Sult-" In front of her humble abode was a fellow Lunarian, standing next to Sultang. Had her pig done something wrong? The first thing to do was apologize; Sultang hadn't properly learned her manners yet. "Gosh, I'm sorry-" She was about to apologize for another half-hour until she saw the dirtiest evil-eye the girl was giving Sultang. Fixing her posture, Ah-Ra brought her clutched palm up to her lips, and coughed. "Hmph! Do you have some business here, miss? My Sultang doesn't really appreciate being glared at." Ah-Ra's tone was full of spite, but she couldn't stand obnoxious Lunarians who thought they were above animals. And that pink hair! The female standing in front of her at present was clearly a being that thrived off attention!
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 2:38 pm
Well, this was a wonderful way to start of an introduction, now, wasn't it? No, "Hello, nice to meet you. Wonderful weather we're having, isn't it?" Just a cold, "Do you have some business here," followed by a sentence dripping with spite. The two girls had only just met each other, and already there was tension between them. That wasn't a good sign; not a good sign at all. Yet, regardless of all that, the blue Lunarian wasn't going to let this shrimpy girl's attitude ruin her day. It was going perfectly well until she ran into her pig...pet -- whatever the heck it was.
Nilgün couldn't help but scoff at Ah-Ra's attitude toward her. "Yes," she responded back icily, her tone chilling and harsh, "as a matter of fact, I do." Her gaze then dropped downward in order to peer down at the disgusting animal that the Noble girl had given a name. Who in their right mind would eat such a thing, let alone name it and keep it as a pet?! Pigs were...well, to say that they were Nil's least favorite animal would be an understatement. It went beyond that, and it wasn't just with her, either. Her grandparents felt the same way.
"Your pig...creature...thing tripped me as I was walking. It ruined a perfectly good stroll."
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 2:26 pm
To Ah-Ra, the scoff sounded like the cough of a smoker nearing death. Her tone also resembled a mere attempt to be as menacing as her father's, but this black-eyed tramp was dozens of levels below. Ah-Ra drew out an extended breath, momentarily shutting her eyelids, slightly feigning to be serene. However, once her copper pupils were revealed, she hoped the passer-by knew she had made a mistake to insult Sultang. "Honey, I think we need to clear a few things up, before...we get anything done here." Ah-Ra had rarely, if never, fought with a girl. There had been nothing to disagree with. She stood out of the paths of domineering girls, afraid to initiate a hair-pulling and manicure-peeling catfight. However, this female took cattiness to another level. She had the sheer audacity to call Sultang a creature!
It was unfortunate that Nilgün would not receive the sleeve-raising signal. So, Ah-Ra raised her posture that would make a bamboo shoot envious. She leveled her eyesight with the Legionaire and raised a finger. "Firstly, miss, the problem clearly lied within your poor eyesight." Ah-Ra paused to emit a cough. The Korean was reputable for her knowledge on the Noble families, the source being late-night spying, and she surely would have memorized the shade of bubble-gum pink. "Secondlt, do you even live here? Seems to be like you're not a Noble." She crossed her arms, devilishly curling her lips. "If that's true, you shouldn't even be 'strolling.'" Ah-Ra raised two fingers from each hand to air-quote. "Third of all, how much gel do you use to keep your hair that gaudy? Poor thing, your split ends are horrendous!" Although Ah-Ra wasn't good with picking up details, it was clear as the hate between the Shinobi Legions and Samurai Retainers that her opponent was particular about external appearances. "So here's a suggestion. Walk your frilly pink behind out of here," one finger pointed towards a gate. "Before you receive a restraining order." To a certain extent, the green-haired Lunarian felt terrible; wanted to kiss and make up. On the other hand, Nilgün had struck a poisonous arrow into the core of her pride, and although a catfight would surely ensue, this round, Ah-Ra wasn't backing down.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 4:08 pm
The shrimpy brat was just making up excuses as far as she was concerned.
The Legionnaire’s eyesight was excuse number one. She blamed it for the reason the girl stumbled, not her little pet. Of course, she would defend that hideous little creature! It was her companion, and therefore she was obligated to do so. Ah-Ra was wrong, however. It wasn’t due to the Legionnaire’s eyesight that she had tripped. It was because Sultang had gotten in her way. Maybe if the hog had been just a little bit bigger, she would have noticed. The animal was severely lacking in the height department, unfortunately, and she would go so far as to call the swine vertically challenged. Yeah - that’s what the pig was! Vertically challenged. If she couldn’t see the animal, then it clearly wasn’t her fault. Nilgün was not to blame here.
Next came the issue of whether or not the blue-scaled Lunarian was actually a Noble. This, while being a bit harder to argue against and weasel her way around, didn’t seem to faze the warrior, either. She didn’t let it show physically, at least. Ah-Ra questioned whether or not she even lived within the Noble Estates. What did that have to do with anything? Not all Nobles lived within the Estate walls. Take Bataar, for example. His yurt was situated somewhere outside the living compound. As for seeming to be Noble, well…the Legionnaire could pass well enough for the golden-skinned Lunarian’s kind outwardly easy enough. Nil looked just as much of a Noble as Ah-Ra did. Her hair was taken care of, and her clothes were well-taken care and of expensive design. If clothes weren’t enough, then she also had the haughty, rich attitude most of the Retainers possessed to go along with it. ”You aren’t serious,” the girl asked with an annoyed roll of her eyes. ”Just because you’ve never seen me around doesn’t mean I don’t live here.” The estates in which the Nobles called home were huge. There was no way Ah-Ra could expect to know or recognize everyone within the compound. It just wasn’t possible.
The third excuse was ridiculous in the Persian’s humble opinion. The Korean brought up her hair for some unknown reason, something that had nothing to do with the pig at all. The Noble girl was probably just trying to get a rise out of her companion, and if she was, then it worked. ”My hair has nothing to do with this issue,” came Nilgün’s calm reply. ”Though, for your information, I’ll have you know that I do not have split ends.” She nodded surely of herself at this and then continued on in her speech. ”You’re one to talk, though, considering the disgusting shade of your hair. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to eat so much seaweed, darling? Or perhaps she did, and you took your love of it to the next level by rolling around in it.” A malicious grin spread across the Legion warrior’s face as she said this. ”I bet your little pig even joined in on the fun,” she added as an afterthought.
Ah-Ra was obviously not backing down in their argument, but then again, neither was Nil. She never did.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 4:47 pm
Nilgün had a point, but so did Ah-Ra. And although the cobalt-skinned Lunarian seemed to have years of experience in the art of eye-rolling, so did she. It was one of her most frequently used weapons in the midst of combats against her brothers. Previously, Ah-Ra had lost her rationality, jumped in the dispute with lame affronts that required the creativity of a four-year old. But Nilgün's calm and smooth thinking was contagious, and reminded Ah-Ra that once she was robbed of her logics, the victory would promptly be delivered to the palms of Nilgün. "You have a point. The Noble Estates are colossal. What you don't know is my family's connections to the families around here. We are a closely-knit group, and we've yet to meet a family with skintones of such a dismal blue. Anyways, we can't know everyone, but then again...You didn't answer my question, did you?"
Ah-Ra shrugged. "Perhaps it is irrelevant. Though I'll have you know, it doesn't hurt to check twice. My Sultang was probably petrified from it's lack of nutrition. Y`know, lather, rinse, repeat?" she grinned, but it was temporary. Her heart tore in two at Nilgün's comparison of her hair tone to seaweed. It was too nostalgic, the details of childhood tormenting shall be spared. Without delay, Ah-Ra's thin composed facade was shredded. ******** being patient and the better person, she was going to take the roseate-haired little girl down. "You know what? I say we stop dwindling and see who's right, fisticuffs." Her years of practicing Taekkyeon day and night weren't finally going to be put to use!
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:07 pm
The remarks about Ah-Ra’s hair must have tugged at a heartstring of the Noble’s. The Persian could tell due to the look on the other girl’s face. She looked hurt and partially crushed, as if someone had just opened up an old wound of hers. Good! That was just how the Legionnaire wanted her to feel. It served her right for making snide remarks about not only her hair, but her lineage as well. After hearing the younger Lunarian’s last statement, it was clear that this discussion wouldn’t be ending in words, but with blows. If Ah-Ra wanted a fight, then all right. Nilgün would give her a fight.
”Alright, seaweed. Let’s do this.”
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