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 Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 7:49 pm
 
This is a private RP between Bataar [Kayakurai] and Van [Kurama no Koishi].
Setting:
Far north of the Imperial City. Most would call this the middle of nowhere.
Classes have ended for the day. Van is on her way home, while Bataar has been lying in the grass for a few hours now.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 6:58 pm
Bataar was ready for a brawl. After all, one of his classmates had informed him that he'd been challenged by some unknown Lunarian; it was supposed to be a Legionnaire and he or she was reputed to have good skill. Bat, being the big-headed idiot that he was, had believed the lie and had marched right out to where the battle was set to take place-- the middle of nowhere.
The maroon Lunarian's opponent was terribly late, however. An hour or two, at least. He was now sprawled on the ground, his eyes on the sky. He had to wait, just in case. The youth wasn't about to miss a fight; he'd be rather proud even if it were just a punch or two. After all, a fight was a fight whether or not he managed to cripple the other Lunarian involved; it was all worth the little violence he could manage to get.
"The coward! Probably scared out of their skin." Bat mumbled, his green eyes narrowing. It was a convincing idea, especially for the brawny teenager who simply assumed that most everyone feared his excellent physique.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 8:07 pm
Coming a little way down the path was Van, holding a small bag of groceries. The Academy had gotten out a few hours prior, but the mother figure (terrifying as she was) had ordered Van to go replenish the household's food supply on the way home from school. This made sense, of course, considering that Van and her family lived near the mountains outside the city. Most of her classmates lived in the Imperial City itself, so it was rare that Van encountered someone she knew on her way home from school.
The Legionnaire almost didn't notice the boy lying down on the ground a little ways off of the beaten path she walked on. In fact, she probably would have missed him altogether, had it not been for the sudden gust of wind that brought an offensive odor to her sensitive nose. Pulling her sleeve to her face, Van peered upwind at the source of the smell. Oh, she recognized this one. Ba... Bat... Bat-something, and he sat right in front of her in their Battle Ethics class. The Lunarian wasn't exactly about to forget all the hours she spent nearly suffocating while trying to pay attention in that class. Van wasn't sure whether she simply disliked the subject matter, or whether this boy's rank odor was an annoying distraction, but one of those two reasons accounted for her low grade in that class.
Grimacing a bit, the Lunarian quickened her pace, hoping to rid herself of the smell sooner rather than later. She didn't want to associate with someone who smelled like that. Not to mention, he looked even more like a fluff-for-brains lying down staring at the sky the way he seemed to be doing now. What self-respecting warrior had time to waste doing nothing? Van strongly disagreed with his apparently poor time management, and even more so with the resulting fact that he looked to be of inferior intelligence. There was no way any encounter with this boy would end well.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 3:35 am
He was nearly caught off guard by the other Lunarian. Certainly, she had been stealthy; obviously, she was going for some kind of an assassination. Bataar let out a noise of outrage deep in his throat and jumped to his feet, his green eyes glimmering with anger. How dare his opponent come this late and then try to sneak up on him?
"You coward! Finally decided to come, did you? Thought I wouldn't notice you before you impaled me or stepped on my face? Well, you miscalculated!" Bat yelled, stabbing a finger in Van's direction. He refused to be considered so stupid, despite the fact that he'd probably just proven his lack of intelligence to his classmate. His impulsive declaration probably wouldn't have gotten him far even if the other Lunarian had had such intentions.
Besides that, he was pretty sure he recognized the female, although he couldn't figure out where exactly he'd seen her around. The maroon Lunarian could be rather self-absorbed, after all. He was well-known for flexing randomly in the middle of class and for regularly ignoring the teachers. He didn't see the point in half the lessons learned.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 10:55 am
Van stopped suddenly, slightly taken aback by the abrupt accusation that seemed to have come out of nowhere. So much for getting away from smelly people, though the wind at this point had since stopped. There had apparently been a bit of miscommunication somewhere down the line; this particular Lunarian had not been aware of the fact that she was meeting anyone after school. And most certainly, her mother would never have let her come into contact with a boy who looked or reeked so... disagreeably.
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Van shifted the bag on her shoulder and decided to award the other Lunarian with a reply. "You're mistaken." It was an ambiguous answer, yes, but his claims about her had also been ill-advised. Not to mention, Van could probably figure out more ways than one in which Bat was wrong about something. The girl had the habit of believing herself better, more intelligent than others until proven otherwise, and this boy had not yet proven her wrong. That he didn't recognize her was already a sizable mistake in her book, but Van was not angry yet. Perhaps she'd stay and humor him a little.
Another mistake. Van never miscalculated. Or at least, she never admitted to it, even when her folly was blatantly obvious to others. "I don't miscalculate," she continued stiffly, raising her head in a disdainful motion, never mind that Bat was head and shoulders taller than her. How could anyone question this about her? Van was always right. Her conviction in the certitude of her actions was near absolute, and since it hadn't come back to bite her in the a** yet, she probably wasn't going to change her mind for a while.
Bristling a bit, the Lunarian stood her ground. She wasn't about to be shown up by someone like this.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:30 pm
Bataar gazed haughtily at the other Lunarian, placing his hands firmly on his hips(that was what his mother always did when she was angry). "I'm surprised that a weak woman such as yourself would challenge someone as amazing as me!" He wasn't too terribly big-headed, but he firmly believed that he was the best when it came to fist-fighting. After all, the maroon Lunarian had invested quite a bit of time into defining his muscles before he'd entered into the Academy. As far as he was concerned he had good reason to believe himself to be the very best when it came to beating up girls.
"Pfft. The great Bataar? Mistaken? I haven't made a mistake since the last time I stepped in a bathtub!" The bad part about that particular statement was that he believed it to the fullest. Bat tended to be quite delusional when it came to his faults and was also rather gullible; he'd probably picked up that line from one of the Legionnaires that regularly teased and taunted him(without his knowing, at that; he considered them his good friends).
It was clear that Bataar hardly believed Van's next claim. "Oh yes, you do! You're extremely late. You messed up on the time and everything. And now I'm gonna kick your a**!" The Mongol threw a few random punches in the air to emphasize his intent. Oh, yeah. He was planning on frying this little girl.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 1:08 pm
Van blinked her violet eyes in disbelief at Bat's next string of words. Where had he gotten the notion that she had challenged him to a fight? From his gestures, however, it seemed that he wasn't expecting a martial arts duel, but a brawl. It wasn't that Van would never do such a thing, but she strongly preferred the feel of cold steel in her hands to a no-holds-barred fight. Fist fights were just so... unrefined. She wasn't yet aware of the fact that she had walked straight into a fight waiting to happen. After all, she still had no intentions of getting her hands dirty—she had to save her energy for a training session with her brother later.
Probably, though, she'd stick around for a few moments longer just to deride the obviously pea-brained boy in front of her. Her eyebrows lowered, and the corners of her lips curled up a bit in a hard, mirthless smile. "I beg to differ. A bathtub is probably the best thing out there for you," she quipped pointedly, an obvious jab at his smell. Van wouldn't be surprised if he didn't recognize this, however. The Lunarian studied him for a few moments longer, before shrugging off the statement he made about her supposedly weaker sex. She didn't have to argue this; she'd prove him wrong when he found her knife in his gut later.
"I hope your mother doesn't hear you talk about women that way. I'm sure it'd break her heart." Her voice was the personification of sweetness, though anyone watching would be able to tell that she was mocking the other Lunarian. She avoided the subject of the challenge, figuring that it'd be easy to distract him from the subject, anyway. It'd be funny to inform him that he had been taken for a fool by his friends, of course, but she guessed that it was a common occurrence for him.
The girl cracked her neck, by all accounts at ease. She doubted that it would take any effort to get rid of him eventually.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 2:19 pm
Bataar was all for fist fights and wrestling; the close, weaponless combat suited him perfectly. Most called his idea of a clean fight barbaric and unconventional but the Mongol believed that just about anything could be done to win. If you weren't cheating you weren't trying and if a fight wasn't dirty it was no fight at all. He didn't might archery, swords, and what have you, but he could have just as good a time(if not better) with nothing but his fists.
"What's the use of bathing if there are fights to be had?" The Mongol demanded proudly, grinning to himself. However, it was probably true that he was the only one who actually comprehended his own logic. But, hey, why bathe if you were just planning on getting dirty again? Everyone else had the system down all wrong! It was the youth's firm belief that Lunarians everywhere could save valuable time and money when it came to bathtubs and bathing, especially seeing as everyone was angry at everyone else right now, anyway!
Bat's head snapped up at the mention of his mother and he glanced around once or twice as if to make sure that she wasn't actually around. "...Pff! My mother is no woman!" Well, technically Odval was quite female and anatomically correct to boot, but her son considered her to be more of a beast. "You see, she only has one eye and her beatings are like..." At this point, the maroon Lunarian paused, shuddering convulsively. "...Hell." Bat finally managed to finish his statement.
Anyone that could make a barbaric teenager such as Bataar cringe in agony from mere memories certainly had to have an impressive backhanding technique.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 4:15 pm
Van’s eyebrows knit together at Bataar’s next words; he evidently did not share her logic. This, of course, meant that something wasn’t wired quite right up there, and every word that the other Lunarian said continued to qualify his apparent idiocy. He didn’t truly believe what he said? It was common knowledge across the board that, even without social and health benefits, bathing was something you just did. Oh, how this one was special. It wasn’t all too surprising, though—it’s one thing for a guy to be physically capable, but most such guys were morons. She pitied him for that.
Exhaling slowly through her nose, Van decided to comment. “I suppose there is some practical value in KO-ing someone with that stench,” she answered dryly. It was by no means a compliment or a positive acknowledgement of his views.
The Lunarian idly watched the boy as he seemed to forget about fighting with her, in favor of boasting—was it boasting?—about his mother’s apparent lack of femininity. The image of a hulking man-womanly cyclops appeared in her mind, and she had to swallow a grimace. “I’m glad my mother’s not a man,” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than to anyone else right now.
You see, Van also had a fairly irrational fear of her own mother. Thu Nguyet was by no means as beastly in appearance as Bataar made his mother sound, but Van firmly believed that the scariest people were fearsome from the inside. Her mother was like one of those beautiful ghosts who drew their prey in through blatant seduction, only to torture said prey to death once they thought they were secure with her. Her falseness was terrifying—you never knew whether she truly meant what she said in her sweet voice, or whether she had already dug your grave. Van, too, had paled slightly at the thought of a run-in with her mother.
It was ironic, to say the least, that two Lunarians of such different backgrounds found this in common, but Van refused to acknowledge that she was like Bataar in any way.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 6:09 pm
The Mongol appeared to be all too pleased with Van's next comment; perhaps this Legionnaire wasn't so bad after all. The thought was going to be a brief one, and definitely a dumb one on Bataar's part, but it was evident that he would notice until it was too late if he happened to push his ideas too far. Sure, he still wanted to fight, but it would be great just to see if his odor really could be the cause of Van passing out. That took Bat's love of close combat to a completely new level, one that he was particularly proud of. The other Lunarian had made his reasoning for not taking a bath concrete.
"Why, yes, there is." Bat replied, basking in the glory of his statement. He was utterly unaware that it was about as far from a compliment as he could have gotten, however. He wasn't the most perceptive of Lunarians.
He missed Van's comment about her own mother, instead thinking idly to his own matriarch. He'd get his a** beaten if she figured out what he'd been doing gadding around in the Imperial City. Bataar had not been of any use whatsoever; he was a bad student and offensive to say the least and his favorite pasttime was quarreling. If Odval were ever to visit, the maroon Lunarian might not survive.
Bataar grimaced before turning his eyes back to the other Lunarian. "But, anyway, it doesn't matter if you tell me good things about myself! You're still a Legionnaire. Everyone knows how much better Nobles are." He was hardly good at intelligent argumentation, but he was certainly opinionated.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 6:44 pm
The girl pursed her lips at the Mongol’s words, the only outward sign of emotion on her otherwise changeless face. Why was she not surprised that he misinterpreted her words as praise? She would be the first to admit, though, that she thoroughly enjoyed ridiculing people without their noticing. Bataar wasn’t helping her blatant prejudice against Mongols, however, seeing as everything he did or said seemed to reinforce her initial impression of the far northern Lunarians as... sub-par in intelligence? She didn’t know. These were simply opinions that had been fed to her by her highly exclusive parents.
It was even worse that he was of Noble descent. Weren’t nobles supposed to pride themselves on being more refined than a commoner Legionnaire? Or on the wealth that should have made this easy for them? As much as Van hated to acknowledge it, even in her head, she would always admire the beauty and finesse of the more legitimate nobles. As far as she was concerned, Bataar didn’t fall under that category. Because really...
“Shouldn’t you nobles be able to afford shampoo?” There were many things inherently wrong with the other teenager that Van had surmised so far. Her comment was snarky at best—it highlighted a seemingly trivial aspect of the boy’s shortcomings, but ultimately undermined the basis on which he called himself a noble. Even Van could easily afford shampoo. In terms of cleanliness, this particular Legionnaire was very much more sweet-smelling than the Noble. Legion: 1, Nobles: 0.
And Van would otherwise have been happy with that, had it not been for the fact that Bataar somehow believed that he was better than she was—the complete contradiction of her own opinion. Van did not enjoy being disagreed with. Not that she was supposed to let herself get irritated at an erroneous belief that belonged to an obviously inferior intellect, but even the idea of it was enough to make the girl restless. In order to rid herself of the lingering irritation, she let herself play with her dark bangs that hung out from her purple headdress. The motion made her appear rather bored.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 8:17 pm
Bataar was hardly what you'd consider refined; he was dirt-poor along with his commoner status and had a small yurt to prove it. He'd only sided with the Nobles because of his mother's many convincing speeches and the fact that he didn't fit in wasn't anything of a bother. The maroon Lunarian didn't fit in anyway; his love of rodents was enough to scare most people away for days to weeks if not forever.
"No one likes bathing!" Bat pointed out, his eyes narrowing at Van's next comment. Nobles such as himself were in a good position not wasting their money on shampoo! "Nobles spend their money on much better things like... like..." The Lunarian hesistated in order to put some thought into his statement. What would he buy? "Rodent cages!" Yes, so all his pets would stop disappearing! What Bataar didn't know was that his rats hadn't been running away; they'd simply been made into meals by Kyung's snake.
He grinned to himself, looking all too proud to be a Noble as compared to this woman. "You see, you'll never be able to beat the Nobles. But it's mainly 'cause I'm with them." Bataar fancied himself to be quite important in the grand scheme of things sometimes.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 9:54 pm
One had to wonder what exactly was going on when one's current point of conversation had to do with the affinity for bathing. Van realized that she was hardly participating in intelligent conversation with this Lunarian (not surprising), but pushed on anyway. She was, to be precise, utterly baffled at his logic and how it differed from the general consensus. He must have been a sheltered child, Van reasoned—what she didn't know was that Bataar did not live in a house, but in a yurt.
The Lunarian still held that bathing held more benefit than harm, but decided not to perpetuate the argument for longer than necessary. Instead; "No wonder you look so worse for wear. You probably take better care of your filthy pets than you do for yourself," she murmured, disgust beginning to lace her made-up features. Not that, at this point, she expected him to see what was wrong with this. She had been disagreed with on enough accounts that she knew better. Absently running her hand down the silk of her brocaded garment, the girl realized that she was beginning to feel sorry for Bataar. How unfortunate it was to be a noble, and still be poorer than a Legionnaire.
That Van was aligned with the Legion was not something she had ever questioned. Her family had served the Emperor for thousands of years—following in the footsteps of her ancestors and becoming a Legionnaire was seemingly natural. Today, though, Van found another reason to serve the Legion.
She was nothing like the boy who stood in front of her now.
Van could never associate herself with this questionable excuse of a Noble. She had nothing in common with him. Didn't it make sense that she would therefore be on the opposing side? The corners of her lips quirked up suddenly—she was neither offended nor challenged by his declaration of power, just amused at the gall he had to assert something so blatantly... false. "I'm going to be honest with you and tell you that it's actually people like you who drag the Nobles down."
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 6:58 am
Bataar beamed at Van's next comment, looking altogether proud of his appearance as well as his careful care for the rodents he took under his wing. "That's right! Why, I have one rat who's coat is just shiny." Bat bragged, looking rather into the latest subject at hand. His love of rodents had, in fact, completely distracted him at this point from the battle he was wanting. Things like this tended to happen with Bataar, after all; rodents were his passion.
He chattered idly about his collection, sounding more and more pleased with himself as he went on. He was going off on his own personal tangent here, completely unaware that Van was considering their differences and comparing them; Bat had decided that if she liked rodents as well as he did he might just spare her. It sounded like a pretty solid decision, after all!
Therefore, he was thrown completely off by the Lagionnaire's next comment. "...Wait. What did you say?" The dense Lunarian stared at Van, his expression one of evident confusion. He looked around just to make sure she hadn't made any mistakes as to who she was talking to. Him? How could the great Bataar ever drag down the Nobles!
"Well, guess what?" Bat didn't actually know what Van was supposed to be guessing, seeing as he was still thinking, but it had seemed like the right thing to say. "I don't usually fight girls, but I've decided to fight you because you look so much like a man!" The maroon Lunarian stabbed a finger in the other student's directions, his green eyes glowing with anger. How dare she!
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 2:09 pm
Simply the thought of being around those creatures was enough to make Van want to take a bath. The girl could feel a shiver go up her spine as Bataar rambled on and on about what he called his collection of filthy rodent pets—really, one wasn't enough? Even though she strongly opposed the boy's viewpoint on this and wanted to be rid of him, she decided that she was going to make him see the light as far as cleanliness someday. The world would be a better place. That Van herself wouldn't have to deal with the stench was simply icing on the cake.
Van's thoughts idled as her mind wandered elsewhere. Her mother was probably expecting her soon. The first thing she had to do, though, was take a nice, long bath. Probably just the air around Bataar was making her dirty. These thoughts ceased to matter, though, when she caught the last sentence he said.
She stood there, dumbfounded for a moment. The first emotion she felt was confusion—no one had ever insulted her looks that way. This quickly gave way to anger, however. Van was unaware of the mild flush that came across her cheeks, and of the fact that she was starting to clench and unclench her fists tightly. The only thing that mattered was the dull, unadulterated rage that was threatening to consume her any moment now.
Saying nothing, Van broke into a sprint, heading for the other Lunarian's gut. She was going to make him pay.
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