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 Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 7:02 pm
 
This is a private RP between Van [Kurama no Koishi] and Bataar [Kayakurai].
Setting:
Bataar's yurt. The sun is about to set.
While Van is on her way home, she suddenly runs into a shack that wasn't there before...
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 7:22 pm
It was now a couple of weeks after Van's last encounter with Bataar. Yet, the events of that day still rang too clearly in her head. What injuries she'd incurred from their fight were now fully healed, but her ego wasn't.
How dare he call her a man, and then punch her in the breast. She wasn't angry enough right now to start another fight over it, but how she would love to give him a piece of her mind, and possibly exchange a couple of light punches. He'd passed out too quickly after she'd beaten him to the ground. The Legionnaire had been searching for his place of residence for a few days now, but to no avail. No one seemed to know where this boy lived. Since he was a noble, though, shouldn't it have been easy to find? They usually lived in large estates not far from Imperial City.
The danger of strolling around in Noble neighborhoods by yourself if you were a Legionnaire was high, though, especially at night. Seeing as Nobles were known for violent bouts of passion, even Van wasn't cocky enough to walk around in Noble territory by herself. That was just asking for a beating.
The Legionnaire was on her way back from a friend's house, so she was taking a different path home. The sun was low in the sky as she walked briskly in the direction of home. There was an estate just ahead, one that Van often hopped the fence to whenever she took this path homeward. It was probably a Noble estate, true, but she'd never gotten caught in all the days she'd gone this way, and it wasn't as if she was doing them any serious harm. The Lunarian was just taking advantage of a shortcut to her own house, after all. Thinking nothing of it, much like every other time, the girl skillfully leapt up and crossed the tall metal structure, continuing on her merry way.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 7:31 pm
Bataar had woken up not all that long ago and had groggily crawled out of his yurt in order to stretch seeing as there was no way he could manage any real form of movement inside of his tent. The stinky Mongol rolled around on the ground, extending his arms and legs as he stretched comfortably, not looking at all bothered by the rats that scampered over him, ecstatic at their temporary freedom from his yurt.
The maroon Lunarian yawned and sat up, lazily scratching his head as he squinted up at the sun, considering his latest battle. It had happened so quickly; he'd been out for an hour or two after Van's last move and when he'd finally woken up it had been dark. He hadn't been able to stand a chance after he'd passed out from the scissor-kick and he often brooded over that particular turning-point in the battle he'd had with the Legionnaire. It had been a stupid fight, anyway, he assured himself. He'd been complimenting her by calling her a man! All she really needed was a proper stench.
All in all, he knew he'd lost and was rather humiliated about the whole thing. His reassurances really didn't help much; he definitely wanted a rematch. He'd promise not to hit her boob again if he could get a fair chance! He'd completely messed up his odds by making that move.
It was easy to imagine his surprise when, during this thought process that was particularly deep for Bataar, Van hopped right into the area where he'd set his yurt up. It was as if Tengri was trying to send him some secret message or something! Maybe he'd finally get a good fight, but first... he might just have to apologize about that hit to the boob. There was no doubt in his mind that that had hurt particularly.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 7:42 pm
As Van landed on the other side of the fence, she nearly walked headlong into—something. Backing up, more than a little bit confused, she circled the thing that had magically appeared up out of the ground. Had she gotten into the wrong estate? Looking around again, Van decided that she was definitely in the right place. It was just this tent-looking thing that was out of place. It had certainly never been there before. The girl tilted her head as she continued to stare at it. She'd never seen the likes of it before.
Peering at it again, she deduced that although it was sizable, it was by no means permanent. It was ugly, too. In all honesty, it looked to Van like a giant turd on the ground. The Nobles who lived here definitely had strange preferences. The Lunarian thought she had seen all there was to see as far as this makeshift shelter, and was about to move on until she noticed someone near the opening of the brown shack.
Crap. She had to make sure that she wouldn't be seen. Summoning all of her stealth, Van attempted to pass by unheard. The girl would have made it, too, had it not been for the fact that she saw something—someone she'd been wanting to see.
She didn't exactly phrase it this way, though. Backpedaling quickly, she found herself at the opening of the place again. Pointing inside incredulously, the only words she could utter were, "What. The. Hell?!"
Van should have known from the reek of the place, but she had run straight into Bataar's... house? He lived here? She wanted to smack herself in the head for not having noticed it sooner. Then again, she realized, why would he be out in a shack in his backyard if he had an entire estate? The strangeness of it all boggled her mind. The Legionnaire had no intention of inquiring as to these things, however, as Bataar had already seen her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 7:51 pm
Bataar watched Van with wide eyes, looking innocent and faintly curious. He would've gone straight to try and kill her, but Odval might just kill him if she found out he hadn't apologized for giving someone breast cancer. The Mongol stood and cracked his back, trying to keep himself from giving into any impulse at the moment. He was all for lunging at Van right now, but his mother had taught him better manners than that.
"Hello!" Bat greeted, waving to the incredulous Lunarian. He didn't even really care about how she'd managed to make it onto a Noble's estate. That was rather trivial as far as he was concerned right now; after all, he was beginning to get slightly apprehensive. He absolutely hated apologizing to people, let alone being nice to his established enemies.
He'd make his display of concern quick, he decided. That would work well, of course, and then he could beat up on Van. He frowned to himself as he trotted up to her and observed her chest carefully before groping the breast he presumed he'd hit. He took it as a good sign that there didn't seem to be any odd growths or things like that of any sort.
After a few more gropes for good measure, he stepped back a little."How's your boob?"
'Dear Tengri, I'm so chivalrous!'
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 8:06 pm
There were few times that Van was ever rendered speechless because she could not think of anything to say. Right now was one of those times. After she had humiliated him in that fight those few weeks ago, all he had to say was hello? Taken aback, she decided that she might have to reconsider actually killing him, and instead just give him an earful for the physical trauma she had to go through because of his wayward hands. Ugh.
Before she could get started with this, though, he had quickly closed the distance between them and—what the hell was he doing?!
She was rendered nearly helpless by the fact that he was head and shoulders taller than her, and additionally carried much more muscle than she did. Struggling and kicking, as she was trying to do presently, had little effect on the idiot Noble who was obviously fixated on what he was doing. Mercifully, he stopped, though at that point he had gotten away with several handfuls.
She slapped him.
The indignant flush in her cheeks had surfaced again, and she was made even more irate by the fact that he pretended not to realize that what he was doing was a very large intrusion on her personal space."You b*****d!" she screeched, appalled at his nerve, "That wasn't even the one you hit!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 8:14 pm
Bataar himself thought he'd been acting very amiable indeed. It wasn't every day that you gave your enemy a check-up because you'd been concerned! Bat's smile widened at the idea of his heroism and for quite some time he was caught up in his own little world. He didn't see himself as the stinky, abrasive person that everyone else seemed to think he was. Bat had a much higher opinion of himself.
Therefore, it came as a shock when he was smacked. "Oh, wait, it was the other one?" Bat grabbed it and groped for a second before looking sufficiently pleased that Van really hadn't developed any sort of breast cancer because of him. Well, that was good and it wasn't as if the slap had done any major damage to him-- he'd barely felt it, as a matter of fact. He was way too used to regular beatings to be bothered by something that he didn't consider serious.
He knelt down on the ground briefly, both hands darting out quickly to encompass a small, dark, furry creature. It was one of his favorite pet rats that had been milling about lately, and he knew the perfect way to apologize!
"Hey, catch!" And with that statement, he threw the rat in Van's direction.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 8:25 pm
Perhaps Van should have kept her mouth shut instead, because she had apparently just asked for round two of boob-groping. Putting both hands up and backing away didn't seem to deter the boy at all as his hand darted out and grabbed her other breast. Again, the girl tried to struggle against the larger male, but to no avail seeing as she couldn't stop him until he was ready to be stopped.
When he let her go again, she huffed angrily—this time vowing to keep quiet—as she brushed off her loose blouse and straightened her hair and clothes. If there was one (good?) thing about Bataar she'd admit, it was that he never failed to surprise others... with his idiocy. He kept her on her toes, though right now, it seemed as if she was failing miserably to evade him. She had been so caught up in her anger toward the boy that she didn't notice what he was scooping up from the ground.
She had caught it out of reflex, naturally, but when she realized what she was holding, she let out an extremely loud, shrill scream and threw it—and her hands up in the air. Unfortunately for her, it landed right down her shirt. Damn her for choosing not to wear an ao dai today. Had she done so, it would have been impossible for her to land in this predicament.
Van engaged in a rather ridiculous looking dance as she tried to get the rat out of her clothes, yelping as it skittered around inside her shirt.
"It's in my bra!" she wailed.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 8:37 pm
Bataar was pleased to be making friends, even if Van was a Legionnaire and he planned to beat her up. The Mongol grinned to himself as he watched Van catch the rat and smiled joyfully as she tossed it up into the air, evidently playing with it like he sometimes would. As far as Bat was concerned, a beautiful relationship was blossoming right before his very eyes.
Laughter bubbled out of his throat as Van began dancing around and before he knew it, Bataar was bent over, laughing his a** off. Of course, in his mind Van and the rat had made very good friends. He didn't see a problem with having a rat inhabiting your clothing, after all. It was a meaningful experience! To play with such a cute animal-- this Legionnaire would surely thank him!
"I can tell you guys are already very good friends!" The maroon Lunarian exclaimed, his green eyes dancing as he watched the scene playing out before him.
It was clear that Van loved rodents just as much as he did.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 8:50 pm
That Van could never guess how Bataar would react to what she did seemed to be a recurring event these days. How could he just sit there and laugh? If this was revenge on her for smearing him across the landscape the other week, she understood. She got it; she would never bother him again if she could escape this situation unscathed. Van wanted to stop and dive a knife into his intestines, or something, but she couldn't stop for long enough without feeling the slimy rat rummaging around in her clothes. She was going to get a disease! Thus the process of the wild dance started over again. Why was it so hard to get it out of her shirt?!
The girl let out a frustrated cry as he suggested something about her making good friends with the rat he'd just thrown at her. He had to be joking, right? That she was running around trying to get rid of it wasn't obviously a reaction of dislike to Bataar was... disturbing. Rather than dwell upon this, though, Van still had a rat to get out of her clothes.
"GET IT OUT," she shouted, flailing about like this was supposed to help her. "GET IT OUT GET IT OUT"
He better have gotten the hint. She knew that he had fallen short many times as far as seeing things the way normal people saw them (see: bathtime). This time, though, if he just stood by without helping her, he would have it coming later.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 3:27 pm
Bataar's giggles sounded a bit like that of a maniac as he watched Van. It was delightful to know that the Legionnaire was having such a great time with one of his favorite rats. What he didn't know was that the small, skittering creature was in fact stuck in Van's bra. As one of the few people in the world who saw rats as harmless and cute, he could hardly understand the catastrophe unfolding before his eyes. And that was why he was laughing.
It was only when the girl screamed for him to get the rat out that Bataar actually decided to take action. "Well then, stay still! You might be hurting him!" the Mongol declared imperiously, strutting over to Van to examine the problem and noting the little moving lump around her chest.
He groped carefully for the rat, ignoring the fact that Van's boobs were right in the way as he extracted the small, squirming animal and offered it a smile. It was just about the cutest thing he'd ever laid eyes on, and he was sure Van felt exactly the same way that he did. He held the rat gingerly out to the girl, giving her a second chance. "You have to be careful next time you play with him! They like clothing."
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 5:07 pm
Van could hardly understand how she had gotten into this mess. Her face had taken on a look of grim resignation as Bataar felt around in her shirt for the disgusting animal, completely oblivious to the fact that he was groping her—or, as she saw it, taking full advantage of her gratuitous figure. The girl had never felt quite so violated before in her life, and for it to come from a moronic thug like this one was probably just as embarrassing (if not more so) as the time she defeated him. Supposedly, they were even.
But Van was livid. Being even simply wouldn't do. Proving her dominance was what she lived for, and now, she was going to kill Bataar. She took in a slow, ragged breath, trying to calm her trembling, but glowering at the other Lunarian all the while. Suppressing a shudder as he held the filthy rodent out to her again, she managed not to overreact and simply turned her head.
Then, the girl's expression changed into that of a rather misleading smile. The sentiment didn't quite hit her eyes—although her lips were sincere enough, her violet orbs were cold, and her eyebrows were drawn down in a contrasting look of anger.
"Why don't we take this outside?" she asked mildly, smilingly, every word masking a hidden threat.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 9:55 am
Bataar didn't actually realize just how much he was violating the girl before him. After all, he'd already decided that Van was definitely a man, and men weren't supposed to care when you extracted rats from their bras, right? Then again, most men didn't dance around screaming about it, either, he supposed. Van was a different kind of man! Now Bat just wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
The Mongol also didn't realize just how angry he'd managed to make his fellow student. He was terrible at reading expressions, and even worse at seeing through acts. Therefore, when Van asked to 'take it outside', he readily agreed. "Okay, okay, let me just put this cute little guy in my yurt first!" Bat shoved the rat at Van's face for a goodbye kiss, grinning like an idiot all the while.
"And don't worry, I'll keep tabs on him so you can take him home whenever you're ready." Bataar sounded completely enthusiastic about his plan. In his mind, Van was clearly very passionate about rodents, after all.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 5:09 pm
It took all of Van's willpower not to gag when the boy called his filthy pet 'cute.' That he expected that she'd take the cursed animal with her was laughable! Yet, she was not laughing. When he pushed the animal into her face, the girl had instead taken on a rather sickly green tinge as she tried not to vomit. She rushed outside for fresh air, away from overgrown beasts (yes, Bataar) and repulsive little rodents alike.
The Lunarian did not have to wait very long for the boy to follow her out of the yurt. Whether he noticed the serious expression she presently wore, she had no idea, but all that mattered was that she was away from disease-ridden critters, and that she had ownership of their current battlefield.
Oh, yes, she was going to hand his a** to him again tonight. The sun had finally set on the horizon, but this hardly fazed the girl, regardless of the fact that daytime battles were much easier to win. Forget telling the boy off; this would be a fight to remember. A grim smile surfaced on Van's lips as she cracked her knuckles once, twice.
Fist clenched tight, Van slung a hard punch at Bataar's jaw.
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