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 Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 9:49 pm
  This is a private roleplay between Sara [biki] and Bataar [kaya], please do not post! SettingOr is he just a stalker?
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 9:50 pm
Bataar sat very near to the ger, a cold wind ruffling the fur on his hood, which he'd put up in order to warm his fins. It was inexplicably cold outside of Sarangerel's dwelling, but it wasn't terrible. His clothing protected most of him, and besides, Bat didn't mind the cold. Not when he was moving, at least-- which he was not. The man brushed his fingers against the cold, dry grass. The dew would not fall tonight, at the very least; he would hate to go away from this cold and wet. Furs and moisture just didn't mesh.
The large man shifted uncomfortably, and wrapped his arms around his knees, realizing as he noted his breath ghosting out in front of him that it was going to be a very long night-- or was it already early morning? Whatever the case, Bat was here to make sure that no other Noble assassins were about to come along because of him. He took his responsibilities very seriously and considered this to be one of them.
Because Sara was friends with him, she was in danger. He owed her at least this much protection and, well, it wasn't so bad. The Mongol gazed out at the lake, shivering slightly as another wind blew off of its icy surface. Realistically, he knew that no one was going to come again, but he couldn't shake his anxiety on the matter. He wasn't about to forgive himself if another assassin infiltrated this place, but all the same what was he going to do about it?
He couldn't very well kill another assassin, nor could he let the man(or woman) go. They would report that he was protecting Sarangerel. There was really no telling what he ought to do, but he was here all the same. Sara would be safe, at least for a night or two. He'd do his best not to fall asleep.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 4:05 am
Since she had slept most of the day away she found herself awake at a unholy hour, the candle next to her bed was giving a pale glow. She had hoped it would mean she could still continue reading her scrolls but after a while her eyes were starting to strain. Eventually she gave up and put the paper on the draw next to her bed. Stretching and decided it was time to get up despite her legs being numb and asleep through lack of movement. As soon as her feet touched the floor she felt pins and needles run up them though compared to the hollow pain which was in her chest it could quite easily be ignored. She had wrapped some bandages around it and with any luck it would be healed up pretty quickly, it had luckily been a clean cut which did not only mean it would be easier to recover from but it also meant that the scar would not be very noticeable if one was left at all.
She could live with her scars but it did not mean she liked gaining them. She would prefer not to look like a patchwork doll when she was older. A woman should be elegant and beautiful, not beat up.
As for this moment Sara wanted nothing more than a breath of fresh air and she knew that Ghost would want to wonder out too, it was not good for a wolf to be inside all day. "Do you want to go hunt boy?" She asked him with a small smile, Ghost preferred to catch his own meals than have them served to him, it kept his body active and his mind sharp.The wolf gave a friendly bark, running to the door and scrapping the wood with his claws, tongue hanging out and to one side. Sara chuckled and pushed the door open and like a flash of bright white lightning he was off towards the forest, howling as he did so. "Be back by morning!" She shouted after him, he always was. Though that did not mean she did not worry every time he went out without her.
Sara leant against the door frame when she caught site of him, she blinked and tilted her head in curiosity. Is he making sure I am safe? Its freezing out. She looked over her shoulder and then wondered back inside her home. A few moments later she came out again wearing her hat and cape, around her shoulders was a fur blanket from her bed and in her hands were both a kettle and two cups. "I am sure you have more important things to do than play statue outside my house. Like you know, sleep." She chuckled as she sat down next to him, placing the kettle on the floor and pouring the steaming green liquid out into the two cups. She wrapped her hands around one and went to hand it to him. !Here, its just some tea but it will warm you up. You can share this blanket with me if you like, I would not want my Hero to catch a cold." She stated in a more serious and caring tone. Sara was very motherly by nature and always made a fuss over people.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 7:15 am
The night only grew colder, making the Mongol wish that he had brought some sort of cloak with which to wrap himself. All the same, he wasn't planning on leaving. Bataar was indeed here to stay, although he could feel himself beginning to doze off. The wish for sleep was abruptly halted, however, when he watched a white animal dart out of the ger and into the night. Before he knew it, Sara was approaching him with a blanket and a kettle. He probably couldn't have managed to look unhappier if he'd tried; she'd seen him and now she thought it was a good idea to come sit with him. It was a bad idea.
All the same, he wasn't sure if he ought to throw her over his shoulder and return her to the security of her ger. It might jar her collarbone, where her wound was, and it could even open it back up. "You're the one who should be sleeping." he grumbled, studying the tiny pin-pricks of the stars above. It was a clear nigh, every detail made sharp by the cold. It was the kind of night one might experience where he was from, although there was forest around as opposed to wide-open plains.
As chilly as it was, it only improved the night. He took his tea wordlessly and stared at it for a moment, deciding to let it cool slightly(and warm his hands) before he'd drink it. "I'm not going to catch a cold. Just-- go back inside." he said, his lips drawing into a tight line. He was being a guard, and you weren't a guard unless you knew that the person you were guarding wasn't out here with you, catching a cold. He shot Sara a very stern look, his green eyes flashing somewhat in the dark. She had to understand that she couldn't just waltz out here without being in some sort of danger, and that it would be way easier to protect her if she were sleeping.
All the same, he doubted that she was going to budge. "I would've told you if I'd wanted company." he added, as if she were disturbing some pleasant afternoon stroll of his by running up to bother him. The fact that the moon was out and shining, and that he was seated compactly spoke of a different scenario, however.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 7:39 am
She looked up at him with a small smirk. "Just admit it, you want me here. You are just saying you don't to be difficult and dutiful." She was at a point where she felt comfortable saying such things to him, even though he was acting like a guard dog she knew he was really a stalker. Though he had not admitted it she knew that he liked her company, he would not be doing this if he did not. Her eyes glazed to the sky with his and she could see the stars above, she always loved just appreciating the wonder of nature, the cloudless sky showed a nearly full moon. Maybe that was why it was cold, winter must not be too far away. She took in a deep breathe and then exhaled, faint smoke rising from her mouth and nose like a dragon.
She gave him a softer look. "I will go back inside in a moment, as soon as I finish my tea. Until then you just have to put up with me." She stated, this was not a debate up for discussion so instead of wasting more time on this topic she felt it a good idea to but him off balance and to lead onto another one. "So, I have come to the conclusion you do not want to share any of your war stories with me. So instead I will pry into the other parts of your life, tell me Hero in your almost three decades on Earth you must have had some experiences in the world of romance." That should do well enough to catch him off guard, which was totally her intent.
Plus in general the teal haired girl was just a nosy person...
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 8:15 am
Bataar gave Sara a sideways glance, a distasteful frown adorning his face. "I do not brood." he objected, although he'd taken to doing that sort of thing fairly often as of late. He sipped the tea, smelling jasmine wafting from the surface(and worrying that it was slightly unmanly). All the same, it was extremely warming and he found that he was enjoying it to some extent, although he'd never considered himself a fan of tea in general. Besides, Sara had probably made it just because he was out here on his a** acting the part of a veritable idiot. The frost might well set in later, too, which was a bit of a concern as far as the Mongol could see.
He snorted when she assured him that he did indeed desire her presence. "Not a chance." the captain replied brusquely, adjusting his hood over his fins so that the wind would stop chilling them too much. In truth, any company was better than none once you grew too used to the serenity of the night-- it was beautiful, but lonely when you didn't have anyone to share it with. All the same, it put him on edge to have his ward out here with him, where any assassin or some such thing might come creeping up to kill them both without their knowledge.
He grimaced at her as she commented that he'd have to wait until she finished her tea, and wondered if she was going to drink it very, very slowly now. Beyond that, Sara had just declared her intention to pry. He might not have minded so much, but she had decided to ask about his love life. Bataar stared, looking faintly dumbfounded for a moment before properly composing himself.
"Well, I am actually married." Bataar commented in response, putting his serious face on for the benefit of Sarangerel. "To the love of my goddamned life." he added, savoring the moment. Usually he wasn't this clever in responding to people, but for now he was fairly sure he was holding some kind of a trump card. To prolong the moment, he took another sip of his tea and glanced back up at the stars, his hood falling back slightly. "War, that is. But she never bothers to cook or clean." he huffed, raising a hand to caress his sword for a moment.
He was a captain, and he didn't think romance beyond his job was quite an option.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 8:50 am
He was married? Why did she not know this earlier! What the ******** he soon made his apparent joke clear. Her face went as hard as stone. That was not funny. She pouted, feeling anger boil in her veins, she did not know what had made her angry but she could have killed him. That was beyond a joke. Though admittedly it was a relief, knowing it was a joke meant her heart could beat easy once more. It was a odd mixture of emotions running through her, ones she did not totally understand.
She remained silent for a moment, raising a eyebrow, she wanted to strangle him, in fact that seemed like a good idea. She moved quickly, not giving him any warning at all as she pounced the giant. "IDIOT!" Was her battle-cry as she wrapped her hands around his thick neck gently, her fingers were not even able to meet, her intent was to knock him off balance. She was not trying to hurt him, in fact she was laughing, uncontrollably. "Why he has a sense of humour after all. I should have known, no woman would have been able to cope with your brooding." What made this great? He could not fight back, he would not risk hurting her shoulder, not when her attack was little more than a joke.
Her heart was still racing as she looked at him. In all honestly this was the first time she had laughed like this in a long time, he was going to drive her insane, she knew it and was in a way looking forward to it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 9:04 am
Bataar looked at Sara in surprise as she spilled her tea and scooped up the cup, his eyes communicating confusion. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen the soul conduit looking this upset and he didn't understand why. Her face quickly transformed from upset to angry and before he knew it she was attempting(and failing miserably) at throttling him. And laughing? He himself would have been amused at her reaction had she not seemed so very in distress.
He resisted pushing the girl off, although he'd just been knocked onto the ground. The last thing he'd expected was for her to jump on top of him, especially given the fact that she needed to heal. Amusement could not get beyond confusion and faint concerned here, and he stayed in place so as not to hurt her, but he looked as if he was ready to launch into a serious conversation here and now. There had clearly been something on Sarangerel's mind, even if she was acting insane right now.
"Sara?" he asked, gently but firmly. "What's wrong?" For some reason it didn't occur to the Mongol that this could possibly be his fault. He placed his large hands on either side of her arms so that he could at least shift into a more comfortable position without throwing her completely off. The wound didn't look like it was bleeding or anything, so that was good at the very least. All the same, what had triggered her behavior?
Something wasn't right-- he knew that much. "Maybe it's your painkillers. You should get back to sleep." he suggested, feeling absolutely reasonable. That potion she kept around to stave pain off could probably make anyone a bit on the loopy side.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 9:51 am
She tried to calm down, her heart letting up a little bit. "I am just having a little fun." She chuckled before hearing his comment about her medication, that was something she could blame this on! Sometimes she wanted to kiss him, wait no she didn't. "I guess I do feel a little dopey. I am sorry, I mean." She leaned her head forward a little, her hair covering most of her face. She could not look him in the eye at the moment, so she avoided his gaze, her own eyes might of given away too much.. Oh Sara, what have you gotten yourself into, he is going to think you are some mental patient if you do not give it up.
"Maybe I should go back to bed... just don't freeze to death. If you are still here in the morning I will make you something warm to eat." She stated with a small smile, she could handle this. She took in a deep breathe and wriggled away from him even though a small part of her did not want to. What was going on with her? "If you get too cold, there is a fire inside." She stated as she rested her hands on his chest, spirits help me.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 10:03 am
Something was clearly wrong, but he made the decision not to pry. He couldn't see Sarangerel's blush in the dark, but he could still sense an odd tension between the two of them now. "I don't know, you tell me." he said, knowing he wouldn't get any sort of answer. Whatever had freaked Sara out so badly, it was clear that she did not want to talk about it. He was a pretty candid sort of person himself, although he guessed he wasn't going to be told.
Bat took a moment to look out across the clearing and then the lake to make sure that she hadn't seen anyone to disturb her so greatly. Beyond that, Sara must have been freezing from the tea she'd spilled on herself-- no doubt it had cooled quickly. It was the painkillers, of course. That was the reason she was acting so very edgy. "Yes, just go back to sleep." he recommended, wondering idly if she'd actually obey. It seemed likely, given the rapidly plunging temperatures. He supposed he himself had had quite enough company to keep him for the entire night. She'd be safer asleep.
He snorted as she mentioned his freezing to death. "It's not that cold." he huffed, knowing he'd stay now just to have a guaranteed breakfast. "I'll be fine." he added, trying to pretend that he was camping out or something. Bataar was often exposed at night when he had to go on various missions, and this was hardly the coldest night he'd had the chance to feel, mainly because he was often sent up to the north. This wasn't so bad.
He waited for Sara to depart, and busied himself with placing the cups and the tea neatly together so that she could pick them up without hurting herself or anything with that wound. It was, after all, all his fault.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 10:24 am
After a moment Sara stood up and then wondered behind him, she took the blanket off of her own shoulders and through it around his, he might say he is not cold but he would appreciate it later. "Okay, if you say so." She smiled, making sure he was covered. As she leaned down she paused for a moment. "Goodnight, Hero." She whispered into his ear fin, closing her eyes and giving him a small peck on the cheek before she departed and headed towards her ger (not before grabbing her kettle of course). She just needed to sleep on a few things. With any luck she would wake up and this whole night would be a dream.
She wanted to kick herself and if it was at all possible she would have done just that.
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