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 Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 1:41 pm
  This is a private roleplay between Jianyu [Kuro-Mizuki] and Sakngea [lungrot].
Setting:
A fishing pool outside the city
Sakngea escapes his mother to get a little fishing done. What happens, though, when Jianyu bumps into the sulking fisher boy?
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 11:52 pm
Bah!
Today, as far as Sakn was concerned, had and was completely horrible. It had all started a the crack of dawn, when he woke in excitement. His father had promised they would go on an early morning fishing trip today. A kind of gift for the red-headed boy, a reprieve from his training and new schooling. As excited as he had been seven years go, the lanky lad had leaped from his sleeping roll and rushed to the personal dock his father built for their skipper.
Unluckily, he never made it to the skipper.
Because, instead of being greeted by his father at the door; large belly, huge grin and a beacon of love, Sakn was greeted by none other then his mother.
"There will be no fishing today, Sakngea," she had stated with such a lack emotion (okay, perhaps he exaggerates a little, but!) that Sakn was quiet certain that someone had replaced his hard-headed mother with a hard-headed monster.
All day, the boy stared out the windows, smelled the sea, and yet couldn't do a damn thing to get closer to his one true love. Instead he:
Swept out the house, beat the rugs, trimmed his mothers bushes, peeled potatoes, helped cook lunch, fed his father and crew (like he was a girl or-or something!!!), did dishes, cleaned the bedding, hung laundry, and so on and so forth.
And after watering the flowers, and bemoaning his poor, trampled ego, Sakngea was given an out. His father needed someone to run an errand for him. He needed a letter sent to an old friend in the city, and Sakn jumped on the chance to get out of the house.
And as he walked to the city, a idea popped into Sakn's head. A fantastic, wonderful idea.
Go fish.
So, with determination flaring in his limey eyes, Sakn veered off the beaten path, trudging through underbrush until he stumbled (almost eerily easy-like) a small, quaint pond.
After fashioning himself a simple reed pole, the boy slowly moved into the water- just so that his toes where dipped pleasantly in the cool creek water. Carefully, so as to not loose his footing the the slightly slimy rocks, Sakn cast his line.
So, okay, most of the day sucked, but hell, at least now everything was good, right? He had a fishing pole in his hands, little minnows nibbled his toes, and hungry fish were breaking the water, nipping at bugs. He was bound to catch something, and then he would go get the errands done.
Twenty minutes and he'd be out of here.
Just a little break.
He barely noticed his eyes close as he stood there, soaked into his own world, enjoying this moment of peace.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 12:20 am
Jianyu did not particularly enjoy running errands for his aunt and his mother, nor did he particularly enjoy it when those errands involved doing anything with fabric or sewing. Needless to say, he made himself hastily scarce when the women in his family pulled out their cloths and began eyeing him with that look that said he would eventually be dragged into their little schemes.
So, here was now, making his way across the edge of one of Lunaria's forests, traipsing across the high grass and thick shrubbery as he searched for materials to make his arrows with. The bolts of his crossbow were metal in of themselves, but Jianyu did not like to waste the precious bolts on practicing and training exercises, so was resorting back to his own methods of just creating his own arrows. The woods around Lunaria held many of the finest wood for arrow making, and Jianyu had walked around the edges of them many times in search of various materials.
Not that he particularly liked the woods. If anything, Jianyu disliked them, especially since A) The first time he had actually gone into them, with Huang, they had gotten lost and ran into a group of warmongering ghosts; and B) The second time he had gone all the way into the woods to hunt he had been attacked and chased by a bear.
Needless to say the woods were not exactly Jianyu's favorite place to go. However, the area around them was calm enough to walk through, and it provided several very nice woods for arrow making, and so here he was.
Pushing aside a low shrub, Jianyu heard the faint sounds of trickling water. His foot was caught in the prickling branches of a particularly nasty looking bush, and Jianyu kicked out, attempting to free himself. He managed to get his leg out, but the unexpected movement caused him to stumbled sideways, through the brush beside him, down the small incline and knocked into something solid. And warm. And...alive?
There was a tremendous splash as the sleeping boy Jianyu had just fallen into was knocked free of his position on the rocks and (accidentally) shoved into the greenish pond water. It was shallow enough for Jianyu not to be quite so completely horrified by his clumsy actions, but he was still very concerned and held out a hand to help the boy back up.
"Forgive me, are you all right?" he asked worriedly. "I am sorry, I did not see you there."
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 12:49 am
Sometimes, the world just loves you.
The thought popped into the dazing fisher as a barely noticeable tug on the end of his fishing pole alerted him to a nibbling fish. His body tensed, toes curling, readying to pull back. He was just blinking the sleep from his eyes and feeling another tug on the line when another something alerted his senses.
The sound of cracking underbrush, the sliding topple of someone stumbling down, and then the sound (and most certainly the feel) of someone running into him.
Sometimes the world just hates you.
The thought bounced around in Sakn's mind as he wavered on the rock, arms windmilling in an attempt to stay steady. But it was too late to catch himself, and even as his attacker straightened himself, the rage-faced boy felt himself fall, twisting, rump-first into the creek.
All the fish were gone, that was for sure. For a moment, all Sakn wanted to do was scream and throw a fit. All day, nothing had gone right! But before he could throw himself away to anger, the assaulter spoke.
Green eyes, darkened with irritation, turned onto Jianyu.
" 'OW CAN Y'NOT SEE ME? I WUS RIGHT THER'!" the red-head snapped as he ignored the offered hand, standing up (totally not awkwardly) on his own. "Y'dumb idiot," he grouched under his breath, brushing his hands against his rear in a useless attempt to clean them of mud and slime.
At least he still had his po---
Eyes jerked back out to the creek-pond, only to see his pole (with his only line and hook) being sucked away down the quickly speeding up creek.
"Y'gotta be kiddin' me," Saknvgroaned. Today was not his day. And it was all this bumbling idiots fault.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 5:09 pm
The young man standing in front of him was not all that old. Jianyu scrutinized him, eying his well-muscled stature, his bright, intelligent green eyes, the way he carried his - albeit, soaking wet - self. He could hardly be older than eighteen at the most, and was most likely younger. However, the somewhat disturbingly angry glare took Jianyu aback.
"Er," he said as the boy climbed out of the small, greenish pond, nearly slipping a second time, but he stubbornly ignored Jianyu's offered hand, climbing out himself. Jianyu gave a noncommittal shrug; he could not be overly concerned with the mind of a young boy. Perhaps he was just embarrassed about having fallen in the water in the first place, and was refusing help because he preferred to show that he could do things on his own. Either way, Jianyu did not particularly care.
"I am sorry," Jianyu said again, reaching a hand up to twist at one of the beads in his hair. The redheaded youth's hair was somewhat different than most, threaded into two long braids that fell down his front. "I did not see you there. I was merely walking along and was curious as to where the sound of the water was coming from. When I came to investigate, my leg got caught in the branches of a bush, and I'm afraid I stumbled and fell against you. However, I am truly sorry for the discomfort I have caused you."
But the youth still had his pole, right? Jianyu glanced around the small pond, looking for the long rod to retrieve it for him - oh, there it was, sliding down the fast paced creek that led out of the pond. Both young men stood there for a few moments, watching it drift off before the younger boy let out a disguntled groan of irritation.
"Er," said Jianyu again, only this time somewhat more sheepishly than before. "I...would you like me to replace that for you?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 1:49 am
His fists clenched, nails digging deep(deepdeepdeeperdeeper) into his palms.
No. He did not want this stupid thinks-he’s-better-then-me-man to replace his pole. No.
And then there was a moment of silence, where the creek bubbled happily and a fish leapt out of the water (as if to taunt the poor boy). The bugs hummed and a cricket dared to chirp. If it was the cricket or maybe the fish, no one will ever know, but something snapped then in Sakn and he turned full face to the taller man (not by much though, damn it!) and pointed an accusing, upset and angry finger at him. Him with his fancy beady hair and expensive clothing.
“WHO,” he exclaimed, rage boiling in his belly, turning his face a shade of red equivilant to his hair, “DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?”
He turned away then, pacing the pond edge, hands clenching and unclenching. Everytime he walked back towards Jianyu, he would open his mouth, shake a finger, then his jaw would snap shut and Sakn would turn away again. He did this several more times before stomping up the man again and hitting him roughly in the arm (because, violence solves everything).
“Y’think you can jus’ trample ‘round, bump into someone one, and just ‘cuss ya got y’urself some fancy-pants clothin’ and expensive beads in y’ur hair, y’can say sorry an’ all be forgiven?,” he barked then, a sharp rude laugh with out an ounce of mirth, “I don’ think you mean it, you, you, you,” Sakn couldn’t even pull up a good insult, he was so upset.
Which, in reality, was rather ridiculous. But Sakn was never known for his intelligence or ability to think rationally, especially when upset. So he glared up at Jianyu, hands clenching, hoping, irrationally, that the man would just burst into flames or something. He didn’t need this today, too much negativity. Not enough fishing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 2:46 am
Jianyu was more than a little taken aback by the redheaded youth's sudden outburst. He stared at the young man, quite stupefied, as the boy's face turned red and he began to yell. It was not exactly what Jianyu had expected to happen; after all, it had been an accident, hadn't it? He felt his brows furrow in confusion as he kept his gaze on him, wondering if there would be some sort of sense at the end of his rant. Although, from the angry, bitter tone he was using, Jianyu very much doubted this.
"Er." he said, feeling the smallest spark of irritation in his stomach. "I am Qian Jianyu, a Fighter of the Legion. There is nothing more to be said on that. And you are...?"
The boy was pacing back and forth now, muttering under his breath and shooting dark glares Jianyu's way. Jianyu watched him as he moved, still slightly confused, but then the boy spoke again and the irritation flared hotter inside of him.
"I beg your pardon," he said, somewhat testily. "But I do not believe anything of the sort. Just because I dress well and decorate my hair does not mean that I 'trample around.' I did apologize, did I not?"
He was a curious youth; those braids in his hair were certainly unusual, although not exactly unpleasant. Jianyu was beginning to feel somewhat shanghaied, although he could really explain why that was.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 12:21 pm
Perhaps, maybe, Sakn was over-reacting. The young man before him had apologized several times, and while Sakn was getting angrier and angrier, Jianyu was staying completely calm. Not once had the man raised his voice in return to the fisher’s yells and accusations, and his testy tone was definitely justified.
Then again, Sakngea didn’t care.
“Shure shure,” he grouched, crossing his arms and glaring fumingly at the one-eyed lunarian before him; irritation boiling just as uneasily in his own gut as it was in Jianyu‘s (how he would hate to know how similarly they were feeling right now!) “Apoligize awl y’want! It ain’t gunna make me wanna furgive ya,” he was angry and upset and the mans tone did nothing to appease him. He caught Jianyu’s eye then, and something in the boy suddenly ignited, a pillar of fire that shot through his body; a rage and revenge.
“Jianyu,” he rolled the name off his tongue like it was a sour fruit, picked too early from the tree, “Y’some legion lackey?” he raised a brow, trying to sound like he had some idea of what it was he was talking about (in reality, Sakngea preferred to keep his nose out of politics), before spitting on the ground, just left of Jianyu‘s fancy shoe‘d foot. “Y’got some nerve, braggin’ bout that kinda thang,” and while his voice had simmered, it was evident in those sharp green eyes that Sakngea had not forgiven this man, and most likely wouldn’t.
In fact, a plan was growing in his mind as he spoke.
For, while he very much disliked the man before him for being so rude and running into him, he was also jealous. Before him was a strong man, brave and certain of himself (no matter how wrong he really was!), and it released a flurry of emotions in the redhead. He could fight him now, but Sakn very much doubted that he would win at this moment, or he could fight later.
“I’m Sakngea,” he started, eyes rising again to meet the legionnaire’s in a firey stare. He would find this man, and he would beat him! He would show him what a real man was like! “An’ I’m parta d’Nobles,” which was basically a lie, seeing as-until this very moment- Sakngea had never thought of choosing a side, but Jianyu didn’t need t’know that little fact.
He puffed his chest out a little then, and added with a smirk, “An’ shure, mayb’the hair don’ mean y’got privilege, but it sure dus’ make ya look girly.”
He never claimed to be above bratty remarks, especially when facing his new rival. For, yes indeed, they were now rivals. No matter if Jianyu agreed or not. All that mattered was what Sakngea thought, in the end.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 11:06 pm
Sakngea. It was an odd name, not one that Jianyu had heard before. The young man's accent was also different; more twangy, and slightly slurred, though still quite clear.
Especially when he was calling him a girl. Jianyu scowled.
"I beg your pardon," he said, eyeing the ground where Sakngea had spit at him as if a worm had just crawled by. He did not particularly appreciate being spat at, no matter how...rough this young man seemed.
And by "rough" Jianyu did not exactly mean tough. More like "rough-around-the-edges" rough.
Or perhaps "rough in the mind." No one had ever had the nerve to actually spit at Jianyu before. Bataar had been...well, Bataar, but even he had never done that. Jianyu discovered that he found it quite rude, not to mention unsanitary. It was really rather gross, and he stepped away from it, edging around as if it contained some sort of dangerous disease. However, he raised his head to look at the young man - the Noble - as he did so.
"I do not look girly." Jianyu replied heatedly, resisting the urge to shove Sakngea back into the water a second time. That would be more childish than strictly necessary, although this young man seemed to want to be childish. How very interesting. "This is simply the way I dress my hair.
"And how about you?" Jianyu added with a scoff, jabbing a finger at Sakngea. "Those braids of yours don't exactly scream 'manly.' "
So much for not being childish.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 1:31 pm
When that finger jabbed at his chest, Sakn’s sight went red(as did he face). No one ever jabbed fingers at him! He demanded respect, damn it! For a second, his mind didn’t register what is was the captain had said, seeing as he was so angry over the motion made in his direction. But when his thoughts finally caught up with his feelings, the boy spluttered and his face screwed up in some mixture of anger and disgust. His hands twitched and he stepped closer to the taller man, eyes full of vengeful fire and rage.
If there was one thing Sakn hated above all else, it was people questioning his manly nature. Sakn was a proud man (damn it, he was a man!!) and no one would get away with such a smartass comment. And while Jianyu may have been above pushing Sakn back into the water, the fisher boy was not so well-mannered. His hand shot up, grabbing at Jianyu’s fancy shirt before he attempted to shove the other man into the pond.
“No one questioning’s mah manliness!," the redhead roared as he shoved; hoping that the man would slip on the slime-covered rocks and fall into the green-tinged water. Of course, he made no move to step back after shoving Jiany. He wouldn’t back down because Sakngea wasn’t afraid. Not afraid of Jianyu, nor the Legion, or the war or anything! Nothing scared him. Ever!
And if anyone ever even tried to scare him, Sakn would spit in their face and laugh. That's how brave he was.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 11:35 pm
Jianyu got a somewhat perverse enjoyment seeing Sakngea so flustered. He himself did not appreciate being taunted, so returning the action was oddly satisfying - though admittedly childish. He ignored this last fact, however, and folded his arms across his chest, smiling smugly at the redheaded boy.
His smirk rapidly disappeared, however, at the fists that clenched against the front of his shirt.
"What the hell?!" Jianyu said, letting out an indignant (and probably somewhat feminine) squawk, staggering backwards unexpectedly as Sakngea shoved him -h hard. Jianyu's feet slid in the sloppy wet mud, and he flailed a for a second before his hands found Sakngea's own shirt. Twisting around, Jianyu managed to grab the other boy's clothing just in time before his left foot suddenly shot out from behind him and he tumbled backwards, dragging the redhead with him.
Splash!
It was cold. And wet. And soggy. And...green. Jianyu let out a sputtering gasp as his head broke the water - it was shallow, but in his attempt at not falling, Sakngea's weight had pushed him under. Jianyu was well aware of the fact that he could breathe underwater, but the unexpectedness of being dunked had not given him time to prepare.
Not to mention Sakngea was now half on top of him, since he had attempted to stop his fall by grabbing onto him. Jianyu scowled.
"Get off of me, you redheaded terror!" he growled, attempting to shove the boy away, spitting out a mouthful of greenish liquid in the process.
Today...is really not my day.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 3:36 pm
Thankfully, no one heard Sakns equally feminine cry as he was dragged into the water after Jianyu. Surely no one heard him, because he was pretty sure Jianyu screamed louder then he did. He did hear his shirt rip though as they fell, and if he hadn't been going head-first into the pond, Sakn would have punched Jianyu in the face. THAT WAS HIS FAVORITE SHIRT!
The water blinded Sakn for a moment, and he found himself momentarily confused as to what was warm and wet and hard against his cheek. Surely not the rocks, right? He had just realized he had his face pressed (in a faux-romantic way, how disgusting!) against Jianyu's chest when the other man shoved him away.
"HEY!" the bumpkin boy squawked when the fighter called him a terror. He wasn't the terror here, Jianyu was! Jianyu was the one who started all this. Sakn stumbled to his feet, slipping several times on the slimy rocks in the process, and awkwardly crawl-climbed out of the water. He was dripping, soaking and throughly wet now. Twice.
"I ain' no terrur! Y'ur the terrur, y'damn legion jerk!" Sakn groused as he attempted to wring out his braids. Of course, the water then just spilled onto his soaked shirt. So with a frustrated growl, the redhead yanked off his ripped, slime-covered and ruined shirt before chucking it onto the ground. It looked for a moment as if he was getting ready to fight Jianyu, but in reality, Sakn was just tired.
He had fallen into the water twice, had to clean all day, still had to run to town and drop off a letter, and then probably go home and work more as punishment for taking so long. He was angry, most definitely, but his muscles ached to much to throw a punch.
So after he had stripped himself of his shirt, the young man aimed an accusing, promising finger at Jianyu.
"Y'listen hear, Jianyu," he spit the name out like it was something disgusting,"Y'n'me are rivals now, y'understand? I'll, I'll get'chu fur awl this," he then motioned to himself, hand rising up and down, gesturing vaguely to all himself. "F'ur now though, y'stay there. The dirty muck suits you, y'legionnaire trash." he spit again and gave the dark-haired lunarian a dirty glare and readjusting his rope, tightening it so it would hold up his soaking pants.
Today was not going the way Sakngea wanted it to. He hated when that happened.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 10:14 pm
"Oh for Lunaria's sake - "
It was wet. And slimy. And nasty. Not to mention totally and completely horrifying that Sakngea had had his face pressed against his chest. Jianyu shoved harder, pushing the redheaded boy farther away as Sakngea rolled sideways, coughing and spluttering. Jianyu eyed him with a disgusted expression on his face, reaching a wet hand up to push some of the dripping hair away from his face.
"You are, without a doubt, the most irksome person I have ever managed to run into." Jianyu said, and spit out another mouthful of greenish water. That's so unsanitary... "What on earth is wrong with you that you would try to push a Fighter of the Legion into a pond? On purpose? At least what I did to you was a mere accident!"
Struggling to his feet, the now soaked armor weighing him down considerably, Jianyu staggered towards the shoreline, slipping and sliding with each step. The rocks were no help at all - slimy with algae - and of course he did not ask for assistance from Sakngea, and would not have accepted even if the younger man had offered. Letting out a string of curses, Jianyu finally managed to climb out of the pond, shaking his head the way a dog might to rid some of the water from his head. He reached up, twisting his long, dark ponytail in exasperation, squelching out some of the excess pond water.
"If you were taking off your shirt to impress me with your muscular definition, I am afraid you are a bit lacking in that department." Jianyu said with some amusement, arching an eyebrow, though his expression darkened rather quickly when Sakngea continued speaking. "I would like to remind you that referring to someone very capable of running an arrow through your stomach as 'trash' is probably not the best idea."
Squeezing his hair a bit more, Jianyu stepped around Sakngea, reaching out to tug on one of his braids.
"Children should just stay at home and be good." he said lightly before starting to make his way up the hill, back towards the forest and the road.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 11:31 pm
"I ain't afraid of you!" Sakn snapped when Jianyu warned him of how very easily the Fighter could kill him. He wasn't afraid (even though he actually very much was) of this jerk, and he let his tired, angry eyes follow the Legionnaire as he wrung out his own soaked hair.
When the other boy reached out, Sakn withheld the urge to flinch and instead watched Jianyu in the way a dangerous (skittish) dog watches strangers. If the man made even one violent movement(especially after that threat), Sakn wouldn't be above punching him. But Jianyu only grabbed one of his braids.
"AH!" he yelled in irritation as the dark-haired lunarian yanked on his hair, making his head tilt to the side. It was an irritation, and something Sakn would willingly have fought more over. But the fighter spoke before he could respond, and his words gave the redhead pause.
It wasn't anger that swirled in his stomach when he first heard the warning. It as the tone. There was something real in that taunt, some kind of warning. A promise that, perhaps not next time they meet, but sometime, Jianyu wouldn't hold back.
Or at least, that's what Sakngea heard in his head.
Then he blinked out of the thought and glared at Jianyu's back as he disappeared back into the woods that had borne him here. "I AIN'T A KID!" he roared after realizing what Jianyu had called him.
But the man was already gone, and only a mockingbird remained, watching Saknhea as he moved about to pick up his shirt. Once he had the tattered mess thoroughly rung out, the boy turned to his second task.
"Where did I put tha--Oh no...," Sakn tappered off in a groan as he pulled from the pocket of his pants a mushy mess that had once been his fathers letter he was supposed to deliver.
"I'm so dead."
The mockingbird laughed it's loud annoying laugh as Sakn trudged home; soaking, tired and totally in huge trouble.
All because of that stupid legion jerk.
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