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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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 Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 5:52 pm
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Legend of Lunaria generated a random number between
1 and 11 ...
6!
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 5:56 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] • A draw.
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 6:07 pm
He had absolutely no idea what he'd gotten himself into. Bataar's clothing was still soaked, but he'd eagerly agreed to step outside the bathouse with Nil. The Mongol grinned to himself, looking all too confident in his skill with women(which was, by the way, virtually nonexistent). By the way he'd been spoken to earlier by the light blue Lunarian he'd assumed just the opposite of a battle.
So, what to do now? They could always head to his mancave. "Wanna go to my yurt with me?" Bat asked smugly, pointing in the general direction of his pathetic little tent. Oh, yeah. What he didn't know was that he was most definitely in for a fight by this point; it probably didn't help that he was being cocky, but it was his firm belief that he had a way with the women. He didn't seem able to comprehend that Nil really might not be interested. After all, the Mongol almost always chose to absolutely glorify himself. It wasn't that he was vain-- he was simply extremely thick-headed. He was under the impression that his words were delicate; lady-pleasers for sure.
The maroon Lunarian moved closer to Nil's side and grabbed her hand in order to lead her to his yurt; he didn't feel as if he had to wait for any sort of agreement or consent. Who didn't want to crash in Bataar's super-cool yurt? He had neglected to mention that said yurt was absolutely filthy, even for his own tastes. His pets hadn't left the most pleasant impression, after all, but he assured himself they didn't know any better. They were, after all, just innocent rats. He could tolerate a little filth left and right.
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Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2010 6:21 pm
After spending so much time in the hot air of the Oishiburo, the night time air outside was rather refreshing. Nilgün paused just outside the bathhouse for a moment in order to take it all in, and then she smiled to herself. This was one of her favorite moments after relaxing in the bath. A simple, rather small and insignificant moment to some was one that she relished. Once she had taken a moment to herself, the Legion girl grabbed her hairtie and hairpins and put her cotton candy colored locks back up in it's signature side ponytail. Now she was ready for business.
A yurt? That didn't sound romantic at all. If it was anything like Batarr, it would probably be just as dirty and smelly as he was. A grimace flashed across the girl's face for a slight second, but then changed to an apologetic expression.
"I'd love to, but..." Nilgün's words trailed off after that once the boy grabbed her hand. She was not pleased; not pleased at all. Everything that happened next happened in a blur, or so it would seem to Bataar. One minute he was trying to hold her hand to take her to his yurt, and the next Nil was moving to flip the maroon Lunarian over her shoulder. "I don't go home with guys who try to grope me." True facts. What a great way for a girl to get her point across.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:43 am
Bataar was looking hopeful about the time when Nilgün decided to act apologetic. He believed his yurt to be rather nice despite the fact that it was exactly the opposite of his glorifications. He grinned smugly to himself, altogether certain of his own personal victory as he went to drag the other Lunarian along with him. This had all worked out in his mind; the prince was getting the princess, right? Bat had won at life!
Of course, things started turning around when he realized that he was flying through the air; something he had a feeling he wasn't at all physically capable of. The maroon Lunarian gasped in evident confusion as he tried to pinpoint the cause of the flying sensation; perhaps the hot waters of the bathouse had made him dizzy and now he was having to deal with the effects?
It didn't seem that way when he landed on the ground. "Wh--what? I did not try and grope you!" It was beginning to come clear that Nilgün had somehow managed to throw him over her shoulder.
The Mongol stared in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing. How the hell had that happened?! It didn't make much sense to him that this girl could actually be capable of such a feat. After all, she was just a girl, and a pretty one at that! Girls didn't fight-- it was against the rules. Of course, it was becoming increasingly evident that Bataar's set of rules were drastically different compared to the rest of the world's. He'd listened carefully to every word his mother had ever told him, not even stopping to question that she obviously didn't practice what she preached.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 5:56 pm
Now that Bataar was down on the ground in front of her, Nilgün just stared down at him with an unamused expression. Was he serious? Did he just deny trying to grope her in the bath of the Oishiburo just a half an hour before? There was no way he expected her to believe him, was there? Boy, this guy was thick! He could at least be mature and take responsibility for his actions. Wait -- the blue Legion girl paused at this thought. Scracth that; no he couldn't. His brain wasn't developed enough for that yet.
"Yes, you did!"
It was at this moment that the Persian female took time to act once again. Fighting out in the open like this - it wasn't the best way to go. Since she was unarmed, the girl was at a bit of a disadvantage. A curse of annoyance ran through the back of her mind. Dang it! If only she had her sword with her. Oh, well. She would have to make it work somehow. Although unarmed, Nilgün wasn't totally defenseless. Nil kicked a leg up into the air after that, deciding to act and not lose the advantage she now had over him. "And not only that, but you were peeping in on me," she snapped, bringing her leg around in a circle and downward. With any luck, if he didn't move, she would hit him square in the face with the back of her foot.
The damned boy -- she hoped he wasn't quick enough to move, and she hoped it hurt! He deserved it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 9:07 am
He didn't want to let his guard down again. Bataar scrambled up from the ground and watched Nilgün warily, standing lightly on his feet as he observed the enraged female. Even the Mongol was intelligent enough to perceive that if he were to relax in this situation, his life might very well end by means of b***h-rage. And that was not the way in which the Great Bataar wanted to depart from this world.
"Oh, please! You were living out your fantasies in there!"
Okay, so, it wasn't the best declaration to make, especially mid-fight with someone who seemed more than willing to kill him given the chance, but Bat's pride had overridden his logic(which he didn't have very much of in the first place). Her next claim was simply frustrating. "You definitely let me look." He muttered, gritting his teeth and dodging her kick with as much grace as a well-muscled Mongol knew how. This was probably the first time Bat believed a fight was completely unecessary. Still, it didn't seem like he had too much of a choice in the matter.
He aimed a punch straight at Nilgün's abdomen, hoping to gain a critical advantage by knocking the wind out of the Persian.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 12:04 pm
One minute she was throwing her leg up to kick him, and the next she was stumbling backward. Bataar had landed his punch to her abdomen like he had wanted and succeeded in knocking the wind right out of her. Yet, despite all that, the girl managed to keep her balance all the same. With her diaphram temporarily parylized from the punch, Nil was out of commission for the moment. She could barely breathe, let alone attack the brute that was in front of her. A few minutes; that was all she needed. In a few more moments, the boorish Lunarian boy would regret the day he ever tried to peep on her.
Her breath returned a good three minutes after she was punched. Once it had, the Legion girl smoothed out her clothes and shot her companion the iciest glare she could muster (which, if she had the power, could probably freeze someone with just a single look). "So...what.." she managed to get out, still a bit out of breath from the punch. "Believe me -- the last thing I fantisize about is some big brute staring at me in the bath."
Nilgün took the moment after saying this as her time to spring into action yet again. As she stood before him, the girl then dropped down, caught herself with her hands to break her fall, and then moved her legs around. This action, she hoped, would cause her to sweep Bataar's legs right out from under him. It wasn't the best attack stratgey in the world, but hey; he wouldn't see it coming. That, and it was the only thing that came to mind considering she was unarmed.
"The only reason I let you look, anyway, was to throw you off guard. It worked, obviously, considering how easy it was to pull you into that bath."
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 12:40 pm
The Mongol's expression of triumph was clear the moment he'd successfully landed the punch. Despite the fact that the person he was fighting was an attractive girl, he couldn't help his love of fighting once he'd gotten past his initial trepidation. It really wasn't so bad to fight a member of the opposite sex, after all. Besides, she was totally lying! Bataar believed that he was completely good-looking and nearly perfect. He was more than just a little full of himself, especially seeing as Nil was clearly down for the count right about now.
"Don't deceive yourself." Bat grinned, flexing his biceps for good measure. Striking poses, however, probably wasn't the smartest move, considering that just three minutes before he'd been engaged in a fight. Nil's attack was nearly enough to throw him on his a**, but a quick and rather instinctual struggle to move put him in the only slightly better position of almost-tripped.
He aimed a half-hearted kick back at her, still trying to find his exact point of balance as he attempted to figure out what exactly she'd try next. He supposed he'd been giving her too much leeway-- that had to be it. No woman could knock him over like that! It was against the rules.
"Give me a break! I knew exactly what was going on!" Bataar cried, looking a little flustered. Certainly, he'd hadn't had the slightest idea at the time. He still didn't want to believe that it had been on purpose. Once again, being fooled by this girl was something he was not willing to accept. His pride didn't want to allow the occurrence, and it certainly didn't fit the bill for how Bat viewed gender roles. The Mongol didn't want all of his current opinions plowed over by opening his mind and throwing aside his pride.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 1:03 pm
"Oh, please," Nilgün exclaimed with a dramatic roll of her eyes in typical girly fashion, "you didn't have a clue." It was true, though. The girl was right in her statement. Bat didn't have the slightest idea when she pulled him in - or "tripped", rather - that she had done it on purpose. She did, after all, made it look like to be an accident. That way no one would be the wiser, and she'd be able to get away with it more easily. This idiot...he was just in denial, that was all. Too proud to admit that a girl had tugged him into the bath fully clothed and unaware. The blue Lunarian couldn't blame him, really. Who would admit that, especially to a group of peers of guys his age?
The boy's half-hearted kick was pathetic. Despite the fact that it almost hit her in the arm, the girl managed to dodge it at the last second. A stern facial expression morphed into that of a hurt one after Nilgün regained her composure from dodging the kick. "Come now," she said in a sweetened voice, "don't be that way. You don't want to hurt an innocent girl like me, do you? I'm defenseless." Her voice dripped with blatant sarcasm. Obviously, he did. The fact that the maroon Lunarian punched her in the abdomen was indication enough that he wasn't above hitting women in a fight. Even though he hit her, she didn't seem to mind very much. Why? Well, because she was hitting him right back.
Kicks weren't doing anything, it seemed. It was time for another approach; one that was more direct. Clenching her fists, Nilgün moved in closer to Bat. She then coiled up her hips and swung her arm, determined to land a punch to the young man's face for all that he had done. She was going to get him back. Mark her words.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 1:33 pm
It was true that Bataar had been completely clueless, but he was much too proud to give up this fact to his opponent. The maroon Lunarian simply glared, not entirely sure how to combat Nil's words without the use of violence. He just wasn't much of a public speaker. "Yeah, I did." Bat insisted, his green eyes narrowing. He had to stand his ground here, especially in front of Nilgün. She may be his opponent, but the Mongol was getting to the age where he was beginning to consider the opinions of the opposite sex much, much more. In one way, he was beginning to conform to social norms.
It was tempting to believe that Nil really was defenseless, because in Bat's opinion, that was how a woman should be(his mother really didn't think so). He liked delicate flowers. Sadly for Bataar, it was a lie that women were defenseless creatures. His a** was sure to be kicked by more than one in the near future, too.
He saw the punch coming. "Defenseless my a**!" Bataar bellowed, snatching Nil's wrists out of the air and pulling her close in what he believed was a threat of a head-butt. To anyone else, however, they might have looked like an intimate couple. Bat gazed formidably down into Nilgün's eyes, his own blazing with anger and distrust.
"You can't beat me." He assured her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 2:30 pm
He had caught her punch! That was unexpected! Surprised by Bataar's actions, Nilgün stared at her opponent with wide, coal black eyes for a minute, only to narrow them afterward. This guy meant business. She could tell, and anyone else in this situation probably would have been afraid of him. But not her; she wasn't scared in the slightest, nor did she have any intention of letting him get to her. He would enjoy that too much if she did, and would only throw it back in her face later on. There was no way she was going to let that happen. No way in hell.
His words -- she almost believed them for a second. It was only after the Legionnaire girl assessed who she was dealing with and the current scenario the two of them were in at the moment. A stranger walking by would think something entirely different than a fight was going on if they saw Bat and Nil together. They'd get the wrong impression, entirely, and she could use that to her advantage.
A smirk pulled at her lips as she listened to him, one of amusement. Her eyes also had a different look in them. Gone was the hard, dark gaze that she was giving the Lunarian earlier, only to be replaced with one of intrigue and allure. Without saying a word, Nilgün leaned in closer toward Bataar's fin. If they looked intimate before, then they looked even more so now, but she ignored that fact for a moment. "I can," she whispered in a cool, yet enticing voice, "and I will."
That was it. The girl had enough. This fight was going nowhere, and it was time to put it to an end. If someone didn't stop it, then neither of them would, and it would just keep on going and going. She knew the two of them could go at it for hours, if they wanted, so it was up to her to take the higher ground. She was the more mature one, after all. Realizing this, Nil pried herself out of Bat's nice, firm grip and took a few steps backward. Once they were back to the typical distance Lunarians have when making proper conversation, she simply smoothed out her clothes, turned around, and walked off away from him in the direction toward her home.
"Stay away from me," was her command as she took her leave of the brute of a guy, "I don't want to see your face again. Ever." That, of course, was a lie. Nilgün was good at lying to herself, though. Her family knew it, and she knew it. Yet by saying it out loud, she was trying to do something else. She was trying to convince herself that it was true. Little did the Lunarian girl know how much she was setting herself up for failure later on.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 7:09 pm
Bataar wasn't sure whether or not he should be terribly pleased about the surprise upon Nil's face. On one hand, he'd proven his ability, but on the other, she'd obviously not expected him to intercept her move which he just had to take as an insult. In fact, he got so worked up over her perception of her reactions that he forgot the tiny little fact that he'd been about to headbutt the Persian.
He tensed as she leaned closer, his muscles taut as he tried to assess her intentions -- not that there was anything he could really do if she decided to aim a knee at his balls. When Nil finally spoke, her tone confused him and he inadvertantly tightened his grip on her wrists, which were completely encompassed by his large hands. He had yet to comprehend just how close he was to the other student, and it was looking increasingly likely that the thick-headed Mongol would fail to figure out that he and Nil would have appeared dangerously close to any casual passerby.
"What does that mean?" He allowed her to pry her wrists from his grip and watched the blue Lunarian, his brows drawn low above his eyes. He didn't exactly expect an answer. Bataar gritted his teeth as he watched Nil begin to walk away, looking less than pleased that he was unable to continue his fight. Still, it was evident that there was no use in pursuing this any further. Not right now, at least.
He turned away. "Guess that means you'll never beat me."
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