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 Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 10:12 am
 
This is a private RP between Asura [Zephuu] and Bataar [Kayakurai].
Setting:
In a forested area not far from the Imperial City there is a trail by which merchants come and go with their goods. However, today there is a problem; a nomadic tent is set up smack dab in the middle of the path, allowing none to pass.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 10:27 am
Bataar was curled up comfortably inside of his yurt, claimed by sleep. The maroon Lunarian had seen no issue with setting his tent up right in the middle of the path, after all. The city was far too crowded for him to find any place in which to put up his barbaric-looking little tent and so he'd settled with the outskirts where he was more comfortable, anyway.
The Mongol groaned in complaint as one of his many pet rats scampered right over his face, pulling him out of a dream. "You guys need to sleep." Bat huffed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes to fix a few of the small rodents with a tired glare. He hadn't expected his new roommates to be polite or anything, but he was horrified with the fact that they were interfering with his sleeping schedule. He was weakened enough by the fact that he rarely ate these days; the maroon Lunarian just couldn't bring himself to kill the small rodents that would have provided him with food.
Bataar's commoner status had, after all, left him severely weakened here in the Imperial City. He was just a thug to most of the people he knew, and he was a poor one at that. The youth wrapped a fur around himself and scowled as the thoughts hit him; all he wanted to do now was go home even if it meant getting a rather terrifying beating from his angry mother. He hardly wanted to be a student here, in the first place.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 5:56 pm
It wasn't an everyday event that one was able to stumble upon a tent on their way to the city so when Asura's bared toes came into contact with the edges of the contraption before she could waddle backwards, she was, quite frankly, shocked. At first it was a rush of confusion that held her standing before the tent, staring at it with a sort of childish wonder before her eyes dropped to the ground. Did tents grow out of the ground? Perhaps if one added enough water and sunshine to a peak in the dirt that it would eventually sprout into a humble, one man abode. A gift from the Goddess herself for those in need--how nice!
Asura stood rather still-- almost eerily so-- as she marveled over the tent, forgetting the large crate of potatoes and corn she was hauling ever-so effortlessly in her hands. She tilted from side to side; oblivious to the tenant inside as she gave the walls of the yurt a gentle nudge with her foot. She found herself undeniably amused at how the fabric sunk in at the pressure and repeated the motion several times over before stopping. It wasn't until a good moment later that the fact finally hit her: there was no way around this…this…-- what did they call these anyway? It was certainly not pointy enough to be a real tent...right? The farmer girl glanced over the structure once more before setting her crate down heavily with a small grunt. Brushing her hands off on her apron, she proceeded to then place her hands on the yurt.
Despite being the blossom of the Goddess' love for Lunaria, it was still in fact blocking her way to the market and she was quite confident that there were few homeless men who would opt to sleep in the middle of a forest away from people from whom they could peddle money from. So simply, it had to go.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 11:49 am
Bataar was oblivious to the presence outside his lowly yurt until he noted something nudging it from the outside. Perhaps it was one of his rodent friends trying to get in? Whatever the cause, the Mongol was planning on investigating. The youth slipped out of his tent, prepared to catch whatever had been disturbing it.
"You're just lucky I don't eat you!" The barbarian declared loudly, just before stepping around the yurt and spotting Asura. Wait a minute. Where was the animal? Bat cast his eyes around suspiciously before moving them back to the female just outside his tent. "Wait a minute," Bataar tried to piece two and two together, his already sluggish brain taking even more time due to the fact that he'd just woken up. "Why have you got your hands on my yurt?" The Mongol looked less than pleased now that he had figured out what was going on. He placed his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest, going for the manly look although he already had muscle to his name.
Ironically, it wasn't as if Bat was even particularly territorial; as a matter of fact, he'd only come into acquaintance with land ownership on his family's tiny farm before he'd found his way to the Imperial City was the concept was much more inflated. The brawny youth viewed the path as public land of sorts and therefore the perfect place to set down his yurt. Evidently he had a thing or two to learn about his new home here.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 12:13 pm
Asura's eyes lifted as the motion of another person caught her eye. She turned her head to stare back at Bataar, looking more bewildered than anything that something actually came out of the thing. Her gaze didn't seem to move from him, and her expression barely twitched from its deer-in-headlights look. Was this a cannibal? Was she eatable? She assumed that this heathen must've been one to believe lunarians were once fish and that perhaps he craved a crispy fried lunarian. Certainly, she wouldn't have any of that.
Her lips tightened into a thin line, her eyelids squinting together as she continued to stare him down, not seeming to take notice of his manly posture. She didn't let go of his yurt, however, and maintained her semi-crouched position with her palms against the fabric. The girl opened her mouth to retort before pausing, taking a mental minute to note that this odd, failure of a tent was a 'yurt' before proceeding to talk, however, the words slipped her mind and she stumbled back into an awkward state of silence again. The uncomfortable air she created with her lack of speech and awkward stares would be able to make any sensible back down or at least avoid conversation with her but she was unsure that if it was going to work on this scruffy bum.
Finally, she furrowed her brow and opened her mouth again. "It is in my way to the market," she responded flatly. Her tone held no real pitch in it and she felt no need to be polite to an unfaithful lunarian-eating homeless man.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 4:34 pm
It wasn't that Bat hadn't considered eating another person lately, but he hardly had any opinion on the evolution of Lunarians. Speaking of which, he really was ravenous. His vegetarian diet simply hadn't been working out and he'd been severely weakened by his malnutrition; he'd simply been unable to cook any of his rodent friends. His one terrible weakness had come back around to kick him in the a**; damn his love of furry creatures.
Bataar's stomach grumbled and he grimaced in faint embarrassment; it was hardly becoming of a tough man such as himself to be hungry. At that moment, his green eyes fastened onto the corn and potatoes. Food. The Mongol lunged at the crate, locking his muscular arms around it and scampering to the side to momentarily observe his loot.
The youth plopped down on the ground, crossed his legs, and placed the crate on his lap, stuffing an uncooked potato into his mouth. "Whasat, whad?" [wait, what?] He asked, his mouth full. He'd given up caring about the girl who was clearly considering knocking his yurt up to the side. Bat also really didn't care if his yurt was in the way; he had to eat all this first, cooked or not.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 5:28 am
Well, she wasn't expecting that and when she turned her head to watch the other scamper to the side with her crate of goods, she only furrowed her brows a little bit more. What a pity, this poor, hungry bum had been so desperate for food that he'd display such a vulgar and pitiful act so shamelessly. The girl felt pangs of guilt for about half a second before realizing that he was putting his filthy hands-- only the Goddess would've known where they've been-- all over her fresh products. It took only about half a second for her to lift up one side of his yurt and flip it onto the other side of the path and into a line of trees. Exhaling, she clapped her hands together, seeming fairly accomplished before turning and heading towards Bataar and the crate he was ravaging.
Like a mother scolding her child, Asura wagged her finger at him as she bent over, putting her hand on the edge of the crate. "Did you know that potatoes are poisonous before you cook them?" she inquired plainly, the flat tone in her voice making it almost sound like a threat. (To be honest, she hadn't the slightest clue if that fact was true or not, but the old man had scolded her when she undercooked potatoes once and she never forget it since.) She proceeded to hoist the crate off of the other lunarian's lap, cradling it in her arms as she paused a moment to look down at him. He didn't seem all that bad, but she wouldn't have been the best judge of character. Regardless, she couldn't just turn a cheek and ignore his desperation.
"If you wanted something to eat, you should've just asked. I'm going to the market anyway; I can buy you something from there. It'll taste better, I promise."
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 6:43 am
The potato he'd stuffed in his mouth was less than delectable but Bataar grimaced, trying to chew at it. So perhaps he would have to consider murdering his forest friends after all. They were probably tasty, at least.
The maroon Lunarian watched with wide eyes as Asura overturned his yurt, trying to curse and protest in between the potato in his mouth and failing quite miserably. He stared at the yurt, momentarily removing the potato from his mouth to properly express his horror with the proper amount of cursing. "That was mine! Don't touch my stuff!" He choked out, spitting out some dirt.
He inserted the potato into his mouth again and attempted to gnaw at it in a futile attempt to gain sustenance. Of course, the potato was transformed into a veritable projectile the moment Asura decicded to explain that it was poisonous-- no wonder it had tasted so bad! Bat eyed the potato he had spit out warily before turning his attention to the other Lunarian, surprised at her offer. It was rare that someone from around here would turn out to be so generous, in Bataar's mind, and he was wondering whether or not it was a trap.
Well, trap or not, the brawny youth was starving. "...Okay. But if it's a trap do that part after I eat." Bat declared, feeling intelligent for taking the last bit into consideration. He at least wanted a fighting chance if this girl was planning on screwing him over.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 8:22 am
Asura simply gave Bataar a long blank stare as he spoke before nodding as if it were obvious. "Of course, you wouldn't be any good if you weren't well fed and fat first," she stated dully, any sort of playful tone absent from her voice despite her intentions. The girl rarely spoke, especially since her neighbours told her that talking to squash certainly wasn't a sign of a healthy mental state and there wasn't anyone in her life to talk to aside from the gourds she painted faces on. Had she learned tact and the definition of expression, she could've actually made some friends at the academy. However, this small encounter was enough to make her somewhat content with herself and the fact that she was lending a helping hand topped the cake.
The farmer girl turned on her heel and started down the path again, lugging the crate as the potatoes and corn bobbled and rocked by the edges. She glanced over her shoulder a few times to make sure he was following her, or at least giving some implication that he was planning to. "Clean up your mess first and then lets hurry. I'm already late for delivery hours. Next time, you should find a better place to put your tent because a lot of farmers use this trail and sometimes they have horses," Asura called out to him, talking louder as she gained more distance from him. She didn't seem to slow down to stop and talk.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 9:32 am
Bataar studied Asura after her comment before nodding his head in agreement. "I fight better after I've eaten!" The youth didn't quite know what to make of the other Lunarian's blank stares and flat responses, but he didn't care, either. He wasn't about to get overanalytical, especially not when he was being offered food. Once he'd eaten he was sure to be stronger than ever before so if this farmer girl tried to launch any attacks he'd have the advantage. It was probably rather big-headed of the maroon Lunarian to assume that so many people were so very eager to fight him, however. It hardly helped the fact that no one really liked the smelly teenager and he was certainly beginning to acquire more enemies than he could count(not that he could count very much, mind you).
He scrambled off the path to arrange his yurt nicely in the forest where, hopefully, no one would steal it. "Okay, okay! I'm coming!" The Mongol sprinted up the path in order to catch up with Asura so he could trot along beside her. Bat promptly grabbed a potato from her crate and examined it, his eyebrows furrowing as he considered its poisonous properties. "You know, I think you saved my life." Bataar spoke frankly, shooting a look in the girl's direction as he tossed the potato back into the crate. "So what's your name, anyway?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 9:59 am
She seemed satisfied when he finally caught up with her and looked to him with what could be considered a smile if one were a clinically depressed person. The small lift at the corners of her mouth were so subtle that it was an easy miss for those who didn't see her often. Asura only then realized just how awful he smelled and sub-consciously shuffled herself further to one side of the path, edging away from him in hopes that the smell would slowly diffuse in the other direction. She was polite, however, and said little about his odor and made no other signs of discomfort. Perhaps she would offer him a cold bath after a meal or two. He seemed awfully healthy for a homeless person but she was only glad for that.
"Asura," she responded simply. "I didn't save your life; it was fate that decided today would be the day that I met you." The words trickled from her mouth smoothly as if there wasn't anything considerably silly about her train of thought. To anyone else, no, but for those who knew about Asura's habits of lathering everything with religious context, it was a big eye roller. "But I'm glad you feel that way, it makes me feel like a good citizen. What's your name?" She paused as she gave him another look, unsure whether to ask if he attended the academy or not. The last thing she wanted to do was offend the other if he couldn't afford to go.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 11:31 am
Bataar didn't notice the other Lunarian's subtle smile and walked on next to her, throwing Asura a few short glances before snatching up her crate to carry it himself. "It's training!" Bat informed the girl, looking pleased with himself as he proceeded to use the vegetable-filled crate as if it were a weight to be lifted. It was probably the really stupid stuff like this that had earned Bat his well-defined muscles, to tell the truth. "Because my mom wants me to kick the Legion's asses!" He had no tact whatsoever in saying this, though; he was probably lucky that Asura was a Noble.
"But you did save my life!" Bataar looked rather convinced as he lugged the crate along the path. "I would've been a goner if I'd eaten that potato." The maroon Lunarian gazed solemnly down at Asura, his green eyes sober. He was in her debt, wasn't he? What if the great Bataar had been assassinated by a measly potato? That would have been a terrible fate, indeed. He wasn't sure if he ever wanted to eat a potato again, in any case-- cooked or uncooked.
The brawny teenager was failing miserably when it came to really reading Asura, but he didn't seem to notice or care. "I'm Bataar. Everyone tells me I'm a bad citizen." He grinned, supposing that everyone else just happened to be fearful of his physique and so pinned him with bad names and titles.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 5:04 pm
Asura's expression dropped like a tonne of bricks when Bataar had grabbed the crate from her. Unlike a proper lady who would've been all too delighted at the idea of a gentleman-- or even flustered that a man would give her a considerate thought -- Asura was quite appalled at the idea of someone taking her workload all to themselves. It wasn't like the male anatomy wasn't already made to be bigger and stocky. She furrowed her brows and reached over to the crate, batting at the other lunarian's hands in a feeble attempt to get him to hand the cart back over without seeming too rude or ungrateful.
"Well I didn't wish any harm upon you so it was obvious that I had to tell you about the potato," she spoke monotonously, stating it like a fact. She was stubborn about having the last word and didn't find it awkward or rude to argue.
The farmer girl spent most of the journey to the market occasionally battling Bataar for the possession of the crate, giving him little nudges with her elbow and tugging at the edge of the cart without standing too close to him for an extended amount of time. He smelled awful and she was finding it difficult to speak and walk at the same time simply because multi-tasking meant that she had to take in more air. "I don't think you're a bad citizen," she quipped quickly as she zig-zagged further away from him. "I simply think you're misunderstood and…perhaps you don't give the best first impressions."
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 3:59 pm
Bataar hardly even noticed the change in Asura's expression and only held the crate above his head away from her hands when she attempted to grab at it. He was the one getting all the free training here, and besides that his mother had informed him that he was only useful for heavy labor which he'd taken(albeit much too happily) to heart. If there was one thing Bat strived to be(mind you, he failed much of the time), it was useful.
"W--well, you..." Bataar trailed off, eyeing the other Lunarian with a rather blank look. He really couldn't think of a proper response to her comment; he sighed, losing his train of thought as he marched along the path, keeping his eyes peeled for any sort of rodents.
The maroon Lunarian made sure to keep the crate out of Asura's reach, although he didn't notice that his odor was chasing her away to some extent. "Pff. I give great first impressions!" Bat disagreed with Asura, a self-assured little grin painted upon his facial features. He continued his trot to the market, his green eyes flicking over to Asura every once in a while; he suspected he was in this girl's debt. She'd definitely saved his life.
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