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 Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 6:53 am
  This is a private roleplay between Sara [biki] and Bataar [kaya], please do not post! SettingThe day after Sara is scared for life. She runs to find peace and solitude but finds she is not alone.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 7:23 am
She had been told they would never heal and today, the first day of her life sentence she had already let it destroy her self esteem. She told herself it would get better, after time she could stop noticing them and they would become part of who she was. However she doubted other people would forget about them, when they looked at her they would be the first thing they noticed, they would see them before they saw her. They were ugly, she was ugly.
She had just had enough, she had marched out the temple and just started off running, when she stopped she found herself in the forest once more. Surrounded by the tree's she finally found some quiet, even the spirits were still. She raised her hand to touch her face, feeling the one eye that could be seen under the bandages start to water, her vision blurred. She just did not have the strength, she could not deal with this, how could she tell her parents? how could she tell her friends? She just wished she could run away and hide. Where no one could hurt her anymore.. where no one would worry.
The young Mongol fell to her knees, reaching down and clutching the dirt in her hands, she was shaking but she did not know why, fear, despair, anger, hatred. They were all pulsing through her, spreading through her small body like a plague. She would never forgive him for what he did, never. She shook her head, one or two tears falling to the ground in droplets. She whipped her face clean of moisture and took in a deep breath, she needed to be strong. She knew there was nothing she could do about it now. What was done was done... she had to live with the consequences of her stupidity.
She forced herself to her feet, clenching her fists tight before letting all the dirt and leaves escape from her fingers. She knew this was going to be hard, she just hoped that she would find the courage to get through it, for now she was lost and did not want to go to anyone for guidance. It was her burden to carry... to wear on her face forever.✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:27 am
Bataar Jaoret had many scars, and tended to be proud about each one. In his mind, they were what transformed him into more of an individual than anything else-- it was almost as if a map, or a story had been carved into his skin in his mind. He could explain this scar, or that, and the memories and people connected with them; that was simply how he ticked. The scars were an integral part of him, binding him to his enemies and serving as a reminder that there were always enemies, everywhere. That was just how things were.
Right now scars were far from his mind, however, as he tramped through the forest, small knife in hand, looking for a new place to station his yurt for the next week or so. Too many people had visited the other clearing and that was enough to make him uncomfortable and a little bit wary so he was going to have to start over again. That was, at least, one good thing about having his yurt-- it was hard for people to, say, assassinate him in his sleep when he moved so very often. He glanced around the forest carefully, a look of faint uncertainty painted on his face as he attempted to find the best possible area. His quest was suddenly far from his mind, however, when he found that he was hearing noises somewhere close; beyond that, it was something that couldn't possibly be an animal.
The man stalked forward, his eyes roving ahead and, at last, spotted a familiar figure on the leafy forest floor. "Sara?" he asked aloud, for he couldn't quite be certain that this was she. Bandages covered her face and she was in a far more gloomy disposition than he'd ever seen her again. Bat refrained from moving any closer, in case she may have been possessed again and sent by Odval or something, but on further inspection it really didn't look as if that was the case.
"What's... wrong?"
Okay, so he wasn't good with sobbing girls. He'd be the first to admit that.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:47 am
When he asked what was wrong she looked away, trying to hide the wrappings on her face. "Nothing... I mean, nothing you can help with anyway." No plant would make her scales grow back, no remedy would fix her appearance. Even with all the soul magic in the world the scar would never fade to nothing, she was never going to be like she was before. Having hope was a lost cause, she knew she needed to accept it... the moment she thought there was a chance of fixing it she knew she was setting herself up for a fall. No... this was who she was now.
Though she guessed he would not settle for a answer like that and decided to go on, rambling slightly from how nervous she was. "I had a... accident yesterday." She lied badly, clearly she had fallen on three blades, it was perfectly logical! Yea right. She knew the bandages would come off at one time and he would know it was no accident, she doubted he would beleive a giant cat had attacked her, there were sightings of mountain cats in her home village but not in Lunaria. She had to tell him the truth, she had been caught out in the time where her hair was not long enough to hide them, whilst they were still healing. She had no choice... the truth was just so hard to accept.
She shook her head and looked over him with her one visible eye. "Well not really... I.... I was...." Why was it so hard to say? Whenever she tried to explain her throat closed up and her voice left her. She did not get any closer to him, she found her arms cradling herself, looking towards the floor so her hair would cover her face and shield the fresh flow of tears from his gaze.✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:05 am
It was rare that Bataar should see someone broken up as this, and someone who was normally so cheerful, at that. He sighed and scratched the back of his head, looking as if he might be ill-prepared for the line of questioning he was now obligated to do. "It can't be that bad." he said, sounding lighter than he was feeling. The truth was that for all he knew, she could have contracted some messed-up sort of rare skin malady that was slowly killing her from the outside in. It certainly seemed plausible given the way she was acting.
He frowned as he listened to Sara try to explain and shook his head a little; even he was insightful enough to see that there was more to the picture than that, although he found himself faintly glad that it wasn't a skin disease. And when were accidents known to cause running into the forest and weeping on the ground, bereft? "An accident. Right." he muttered, moments before she corrected herself. It would be impossible for him to help with anything if this girl who was usually so open couldn't even bring herself to tell him what was going on. And for once, he thought he might like to know.
He sighed wearily, shooting her an honest glance in an attempt to glean some more information from her. "Stalling isn't going to help you, is it?" he asked absently, aware that it was just a matter of time before the story behind this was going to come out. There was no possible way Bat could leave things alone the way they were right now, anyway. And so, as if to steel himself for the upcoming conversation, he plopped down onto the ground, cross-legged.
"So?" he asked, expectant.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:22 am
She took in a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing. "A friend of mine - maybe we were a little closer than friends, well I thought he was but that does not matter anymore." She rambled slightly, thinking of those orange eyes which used to make her smile and stir up such warm feelings in her heart, now all she wanted to do was bash his face in. She never never a violent person however Cais was one of the few people she would admit to wanting to see burn alive. She hated him, she hated him so damn much just thinking about him was making her blood boil.
She shook her head to get off the topic and move on as hastily as she could. "The point is he took his weapon to my face in a fit of rage and now I look like I have been mauled by dome damn animal." She stated the anger finally coming out in her voice, she was not mad at Bat, she was just mad at everything. "They have told me the wounds are too deep to heal and I will always have these big ugly scars straight down my face." She stated with a sigh, wondering over and sitting down in front of him, her legs off to the side. She could not look at him in the eye at the moment however she had to admit seeing him here was some comfort and when she had started he really was quite easy to talk to. Maybe because he was different to everyone else.
She then went on to explain why she was upset, well what caused her to run away from the temple. "I just got so sick of people staring at me like I was some kind of freak." She stated with a small pout.✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 11:07 am
Bataar, who got attacked all the time, couldn't exactly see the big deal. He pursed his lips but held his tongue, refraining from response until he'd heard as much as she was willing to tell him. He did, after all, really have to work on the whole sensitivity thing which tended not to be very easy as far as the Mongol was concerned. He sighed and took a moment to rub his temples, his green eyes concentrated on the decaying leaves upon the forest floor. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with, but all the same he felt a sharp sort of obligation that implored him to listen.
His eyes flicked up as she mentioned that her attacker had been a friend. Well, he'd certainly dealt with that, too, but this seemed to have come from a bit more of an unexpected area as far as he could see. It was odd to see the girl he had once thought so innocent basking in a sort of grief-fueled hatred. Maybe this was her first true life-lesson when it came to the war-- maybe that had a little to do with absolutely everything in their lives at this point.
Bat's frown only deepened as she continued to explain and he sighed once again. "Scars are nothing to fret about." he muttered, rubbing his chin. "Besides, if you keep on like this you're only going to increase the scope of what he's done to you. Like he's getting to you even after he's dealt the damage." the Mongol commented, his lips drawn in a tight line. It was clear to see that he'd dealt with many scars which was certainly part of the reason he viewed Sara's upset as fairly minor in comparison. Scars taught good lessons, Odval always said, and once you got one you could never forget.
Bataar had to do his best to mask his laugh. "People look at me like I'm a freak all the time." he replied, surprised they'd made it into the territory of physical appearance. That was the sort of thing that had never been too big a deal to the massive man, in any case.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 4:36 pm
"I just... well I always talk about my home with such enthusiasm. The truth is most of the time I hated it there. I loved the fields and my family but the people, well they were never very nice to me. My abilities scared them in a way, we did not know what conduits were, they just thought I was a sick child. Kids made fun of me, parents told them to keep away from me. I just always felt different." She explained in a attempt to make him understand, she was always so paranoid about what people thought of her. Growing up she wanted nothing more than friends, now she had them all they seemed to do was betray her. It was like some sick ironic joke played by the spirits. Nothing was ever simple, not in Lunaria. "However since coming her people have started looking at me normally. Well until today that is."
She sighed. "I am not as strong as you Hero. I am not used to dealing with things like this. Maybe I will feel better about it in a few days but right now, its just all happened so fast I feel lost." She stated resting her chin on the palm of her hand. She was not a fighter, she was not brave and powerful. She was a shy, reserved little conduit who did not want a part in this damn war, thought she now understood she did not really have a choice in the matter. "Anyway it does not matter, I am probably being childish." Maybe she was over reacting a little. Thing like this happened in Lunaria all the time... it was just something she had to get used to. I guess in a way she still held onto the hope there was some goodness in everyone, maybe most of the things she believed were naive. She would have to grow up... maybe this was just a wake up call.
She could not help but laugh with him, shaking her head a little. "Your not a freak, well... I don't think you are." He might look like a big bear, however she knew his heart and his head were in the right place and to be honest he spoke more sense than most other people she knew. "How about you, how did you get so beat up? Any epic war stories that you are willing to share?" She asked tilting her head to the side a little, maybe listening to him speak would take her mind off of the current topic, she felt like she needed a distraction.
Even though he was not saying much, he was helping. She always felt so relaxed around him for some reason. ✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 5:12 pm
Bataar nodded fairly confidently, actually fairly sure for once that he was right. He saw the situation as something that wasn't half as life-shattering as Sara had seemed to think it was just moments ago. He listened as she spoke about her home and offered a shrug-- he'd always been different, but it was in a decidedly normal way what with his muscles and such. His differences from everyone were more physical than anything else, he had to admit. That was something he was proud of. His body, while imperfect and riddled with scars was something that he'd never been too worried about.
Nods, sighs, shrugs, frowns. Those seemed to define the day's body language right now. "It's not strength you need-- it's endurance." he informed her, rubbing his index finger against the scar on his lip. "And you're not-- I guess. It's hard to look at it objectively." he supplied slightly glumly. He was, in truth, worried that he was being too harsh with the student when it came to this scar. It may not have been a big deal to him, but perhaps this was the sort of thing that played into a woman's vanity.
He offered another shrug when she commented that she didn't think he was a freak. "Freak" probably wasn't the right word for what he was attempting to describe, but he'd let it go for the time being. "It's almost hard to find a place to start with these scars." he admitted, glancing down at himself and his slightly-bared chest. This was the result of years of damage that miles of bandages hadn't done very much for.
"Well, let's just say you'll never have as many scars as I do." he muttered, mainly because there was no real footing for him in this conversation. To explain away his scars would be to pair the boring with the interesting, which he'd never quite separated out because no matter how fascinating it had always caused some sort of pain, even if it was far gone at this point in time. There were simply too many mundane scars mixed in with those of countless battles and emotions.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 5:39 pm
Though soon after she had her little joke her tone got serious again, he was right, she did need to be able to endure more. The war was not going to leave her out of it and if she was going to get through it with her sanity in tact she needed to toughen up. "I do want to change, I want to grow up and get stronger and be able to cope better with things, I guess I am a little soft compared to most you guys who have been here all your lives." She stated with a small sigh, deep down she felt a little ashamed. He must think her such a child...
A determined glint hit her eyes as she looked at him. "I want to meet Odval again, I do not know what happened to me but.. If I want to grow I will need someone who will help me adapt to this world, teach me what I need to know. The temple priests are so gentle and caring and that has got me no where. I don't need someone who will shield me... Or else I will never learn how to take care of myself. " She did not need to be cuddled and wrapped in cotton wool, all these rules, all these guardians and restrictions. They were not helping her, they were holding her back. The road ahead was going to be a struggle but she knew it was one she had to take on her own, if she wanted to become a master of her magic she could not rely on her protectors she needed to find her own strength. This much she knew already but yesterday was the kick she needed to motivate her.
"Do you think we can find her again?" She asked, leaning forward and putting a hand on his, looking up at him with her one large light eye. She wanted this more than she could tell him right now. She needed someone who would help her grow thicker skin, she did not want to be helpless anymore. She did not want to cry in front of people anymore... ✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 6:01 pm
Bataar nodded much more lightly than he felt and aimed his gaze to the girl beside him. "You're only a student right now." he pointed out as gently as he possibly could. It was sometimes hard to remember that not everyone he spoke to was at his stage in life-- twenty-six and battle-worn. No one, he was sure, had ever felt quite like he did right now in coping with his position in the world. Was he to be an endearing fool or a formidable warrior? Everything was beginning to feel more and more double-sided as he considered it and thought it through. "These things take experience." At least that was what he supposed.
At the mention of his mother he turned to Sara in surprise, his green eyes revealing uncertainty. Odval was not the most warm and caring teacher in the world and he was slightly worried that she'd go a little too far when it came to her teaching methods. If Sarangerel had had trouble enduring a facial scar then it might be a hell of a lot harder for her to deal with what his mother had in store. "Are you sure?" he asked, pushing concern from his tone. This wasn't a decision he was responsible for policing.
Bat knew how to locate Odval, but he would wait to tell the girl that until he knew for certain that this wasn't some impulsive and masochistic decision she was attempting to go through with. "Well, we might be able to find her..." he replied, his expression guarded. Beyond that, was this a responsibility his mother was willing to accept and to deal with on a regular basis? That was something he just didn't know.
"Taking care of yourself and defending yourself are two entirely different things." the Mongol cautioned.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 5:05 am
"This is true, but here you do not really have time to be a kid. Acting like one can get you into a lot of trouble." She might only be young, however since she came here she had gained a couple of years of maturity. She used to be scared of mice, she used to stutter her words and she used to look at the world with the rose tinted eyes of a child. Now little things like mice did not scare her, not when there was a war erupting around her, she was able to talk to people and actually tell when what she wanted and her most recent lesson... She now knew this world was not perfect and it was covered with shadows, if you lived your life having total faith in the spirits and the goodness in the hearts of men you might as well jump off a cliff right now. There was evil in this world and not everyone had good intentions. You could either accept it or let is break you...
She laughed a little, standing up and looking down at him. "Haha who said anything about learning how to defend myself? At the end of the day I am no fighter Hero. If I wanted to learn how to defend myself I would be asking you to teach me." She stated resting a hand on her hip. She did not want to learn how to use her powers to harm others, though learning how she could use them in battle situations would be useful if she ever found herself needing them. Sara just wanted to start a fresh, learn about the spirits the way her parents did. She was fed up of being her old self and wanted to make a change - to find courage and confidence that was buried down inside her which she could not find. She just wanted to be the best she could be.
Her eye gave him a softer glance. "I do not mean to be a bother Hero, I know it might seem strange me asking this so suddenly - however I have my reasons, I do not think I will be able to make you understand them or even explain them." She stated, she knew there was nothing she could say to make him understand, to stop him from looking at her like she was a immature child who did not know what she wanted or how to handle this world she suddenly woke up in. However it was not him she was trying to get through to, it was herself and instead of trying to explain her feelings, she would show him that she had what it took to become someone stronger than she was now. Then maybe he would think differently of her.
"Just trust me okay, this is what the spirits want - its what I want too. I know that your mother is... a little extreme and truth be told I am a little scared. Though I am sick of living my life in fear." She nodded reaching behind her head and undoing the bow, unwrapping her face so she could actually see properly. She could not hide them all of her life and truth be told she did not need the wrapping it was just to help her own self esteem. There were three slashes on her face all swollen and a dark crimson colour going from her forehead to half way down her cheek. One went down the middle of her eye and the other two were further off to the side, at the moment they looked pretty horrendous but in time they would get better, she would just have to wait and see how well they healed. Well that was the first step, accepting that they were there. She did not know if she could go walking down a street like this yet but in front of Bat, she did not mind. He had more than she would ever have anyway.
She stood there and waited, hoping he would come around to the idea.✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 8:59 am
He glanced at her, offered her yet another shrug. "Sometimes it can't be helped." he sighed, passing a hand over his face. He had always known something of war, and fighting, and rugged terrain. Sarangerel didn't seem to have that advantage, but all the same she had the advantage that a fairly good childhood may bring. All the same, now was a good time to shed any sort of innocence, and at least she was doing that much. It was good to be prepared for the evils of the world, as far as he could see. Evil abounded, but once you got to seeing past it, so did goodness. As stereotypical as it was to say, there was no light without shadow.
His eyes fell once again upon the girl beside him and he frowned. "Make no mistake of it. Odval is going to teach you to defend yourself." he warned her, knowing it was true. His mother seemed to place a lot more importance upon that particular strength now that she'd lost an eye. "I'm not mentioning it just to be frivolous." he added sternly, standing and dusting his clothing off carefully(he wasn't in the mood for laundry).
Bataar wondered if she had any idea what she was really getting into with his mother and sighed, trying to curb his sharpness. She had at least had one experience with the demanding woman. Who knew? He supposed it was bad of him to view her as more delicate than she probably was and heaved another sigh, a troubled look momentarily flitting across his features. Was he about to agree to this? It was almost akin to leading Sarangerel to her death or some such thing.
In the end, he started walking. "Well, come on, although I have to warn you-- she prefers to train in the morning." he muttered, noting that it was nearly afternoon. Besides, Bat reasoned, Sara would probably find Odval herself if he didn't lead her there.
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