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 Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:15 am
 
This is a private roleplay between Miao yin (Venexia) and Bataar (Kayakurai).
Setting ;;
The Quiet Roads
In the afternoon, Miao decides to take a break from the opera and go for a walk. He forgets that he is still convered in make-up, and soon runs into a stranger who has issues with distinguishing gender.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:15 am
Miao had excused himself from family rehearsals to rest his vocal chords. Performing the song ten times had done a number on him, and he all too happily sought solitude away from his parents. Feet wobbled on his imaginary tightrope as the boy meandered across the winding streets. He had assured his family that he would be only a few minutes, but if he was late, he was late. What was the worst they could do? Stop him from ever walking again? Miao scanned his mind for possible punishments, but found known – other than a stern talking too. Fine, he could handle that. There was a road before him and he would be damned if he didn’t pursue it. Who knew, perhaps a hidden treasure lay at the end of this path. Or perhaps enchanting enlightenment… A smile lit the youth’s face; he was thrilled by the possibilities.
However, Miao’s face is a detail that needed to be addressed. Ripe from practice, Miao’s face had been painted brilliantly. Powdered white, with scarlet streaks intersected and danced across the boy’s features. On stage, such a guise would be expected – but to happen across Miao now, in the casual public eye, well, his face would probably be quite the shocker. In all honesty, Miao wasn’t really aware of his face. He had adjusted to weight of the make-up long ago, no longer able to distinguish when he was wearing it, and when he wasn’t. It probably wasn’t a skill to be proud of.
The characters scrawled across his face, however, were clearly masculine. At least, anyone who could read could decipher that much. Miao had outgrown such roles years ago… two years ago. Regardless, he no longer played girl roles, and thus he no longer worried about being teased as one. Not that it really mattered anyways; after all, theatre was theatre. It was all fantasy, little of it was real, and only an imbecile would assume all of the facts presented there was true. That wasn’t to discredit parts of it, but all of it – Miao exhaled softly. There was no need to overcomplicate these things. He was not going to think about the theatre now, he was going to concentrate on this trail, and where he was going. Yes, that was a good plan.
His arms extended, they teetered and wobbled as his body curved over the single straight line. This path, he was convinced, would lead him to a brilliant adventure. He just wasn’t so sure what kind it would be. Had Miao had some sense of foresight, he probably would have gone sprinting back to the theatre troupe. But, oblivious and drowning in an optimistic sea, Miao moved onwards, convinced of a bright journey ahead.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 2:55 pm
It was hardly surprising that the Mongol was lost yet again. That was often the case when he chose to go out and roam the Imperial City by day, searching for rodents and such. He'd even found a few squirrels, which were exciting creatures with their beady eyes, fluffy tails, and biting abilities. Still, the kind of creature Bat preferred most were rats; big, plump, smart little critters. He had a great specimen already that was squirming around in his pocket, probably dancing or something, Bat assumed. In all honesty, he had no idea when his pets were angry with him, and so he was shocked when he felt a bite on his leg.
Bataar immediately pulled the rat out of his pocket and stared at it in horror, his green eyes nearly pooling with tears of misery. He hated when his good friends bit him. He may well have sobbed if he hadn't been in public, too, but he was on some street or other and if anyone were to see him... well, his manly reputation would go down the drain!
He surveyed the street, not looking at anyone in particular until Miao yin caught his eye. Bataar gaped, hardly even noticing as his pet rat bit his hand and hopped off to go explore a gutter. What was that... thing? Whatever the case, it looked both female and very ill. It was more the former that the brawny youth cared about, however, and he made his way right up to Miao yin, grinning dumbly.
"Are you sick, miss? Do you need help? I could carry you if you want!" Little did he know, he'd made another mistake in telling the gender of the Lunarian before him. He couldn't read the characters on Miao yin's face and believed the makeup to be a dead giveaway as far as gender seeing as he'd had no associaton whatsoever with theatre. All Bat cared about was that he might get a very good oppurtunity to grope this so-called lady.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 4:11 pm
Tao Hua had silently fluttered above Miao’s head. The bird was always near Miao or, at the very least, very close to the boy. And so, while Miao found all sorts of animals intriguing, his heart belonged to birds first and foremost. They were just so free and limitless. Sure, the neighbourhood squirrels could climb up the neighbourhood trees and leap from branch to branch, but birds to fly! They could soar! And, most importantly, they could sing. What sort of man lacked a song? An ignorant one, one who lacked sophistication and elegance! Miao liked to believe that all Lunarians, no matter their size, shape or intellect, had their own song. Some were just more repulsive than others.
Like this stranger, Miao quickly assumed.
Miss? Miao’s features scrunched in confusion. Miss? He turned to face the stranger, fingers running along his cheekbone. Miss? Oh. Red was smeared against the tips of his fingers, the vibrant shade emphasized by Miao’s pale skin. It looked like blood, or bore a small resemblance to the liquid. Only from afar though, Miao decided, after all the texture was much chalkier once you were face-to-face. Nevertheless, Miao planted both feet on the ground, tilting his head to the left as he looked up at the grinning brute. Well, the concern was kind of sweet, kind of.
”Uh, hi Mister…?” Miao forced a smile as Tao Hua descended, perching on his fingers. “I think you’re a bit confused, I’m, uh, not a miss. I – I’m a boy,” his words were slow, just in case his company needed extra time to process the whirlwind of relevations, “I’m a boy. My name’s Miao yin, it’s, uh, nice to meet you?” That was indeed a clear question. “This is just make-up –“ Oh wait, that wouldn’t help clear things up, now would it? “It’s just for opera, see I’m an actor…” Miao huffed out a long breath, one of many lately, this was getting him nowhere; hopefully Bataar understood the main issue though: Miao was not a girl. It, however, never dawned on Miao that he had forgotten to address the whole sick issue.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 9:51 am
Bataar was starting to feel rather sorry for himself lately. He kept running into all these women who absolutely insisted they were men! He supposed he could understand that any woman would want to be a man, but it was getting tiring to deal with such situations as these. "You are obviously not a boy." No, not even close, in Bataar's expert opinion. Was everyone in this city confused about their genders? Bat must have been the only true man around!
"Miao yin, I am Bataar and it's okay to be female sometimes. I, of course, am a man. You don't have to hide your attraction to me." Bat's attempt to console Miao was probably a complete failure, but he didn't know that. Indeed, he felt he was being quite open and generous with this girl. She was probably just shy! If he were a girl, he'd be shy too if he were around the sexiest manly man in town.
He observed Miao, his brows furrowing as the other boy tried to further explain the situation. It really wasn't working. "It's okay! I understand that you're ill. You must be delusional." Bataar sounded as confident as any doctor as he diagnosed the poor boy before him. Poor girl! Her face looked simply terrible.
It looked as if the thick-headed Mongol was going to stick with his assumptions to the end of all time.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 12:45 pm
Whoa, wait a minute there. How was he not a boy? Weren’t girls supposed to, um – how did one put this? – have, uh, larger chests? Miao looked baffled at the so-called sexiest man alive – had someone dropped him on the head at birth? Miao had heard fables of people as stupid and ignorant as this stranger, but he’d never actually met one. Miao’s jaw hung slightly open, the boy was trying to find the words for the stupidest man alive.
“… A – attraction?” This idiot was full of himself. Not only did this Bataar stink, but he was also quite confused when it came to genders. Perhaps he was just so desperate for a date he had talked himself into believing everyone he met was an elledgible lady. But this was certainly no serenade; Bataar would have to work on that. Was this act supposed to sweep young damsels off their feet? One thing was clear: Bataar was certainly no sensible woman’s prince charming.
“Look, sir, you’ve got it all wrong – really! I am a boy, and this is all just… a disguise. Yes, the make-up is a disguise – I’m no girl!” Hurriedly Miao wiped his face of the make up, leaving on smears and swirls of white and red across his now exposed face. Did this face look like a girl’s? He certainly hoped not! If there was one thing Miao knew – though he would confess he knew many things in reality – it was his own gender.
Wait, and now he was delusional. This fellow was obviously sick in the head – it was Bataar who needed the doctor! Still, Miao fumbled with the words – they all seemed to big or complicated for the likes of Bataar.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 1:23 pm
Bataar looked confident in his analysis of Miao and all of his(her!) feelings. "Yes, yes. Women flock to me. It's because I'm so manly." Bat bragged, his emerald orbs glowing as he glorified himself. These claims were all despite the fact that he was smelly and that he had failed to hide his obsessive love of all things rat-related. Clearly, the Mongol didn't have much experience when it came to the opposite sex. This was especially evident due to the fact that he couldn't even correctly identify a female, as Miao's case had just proven.
"Pff! Don't worry-- you're not fooling anyone, girlie." Bat watched as the other student wiped off his makeup and frowned, examining him a bit more. Even if Miao was a guy, Bataar was way too stubborn to admit it. He refused to be proven wrong-- not that easily!
Some girls could just be so disenchanting. "Like I said, it's okay to be a female. Why, my mother's one!" As if that wasn't a complete given. It was clear that the maroon Lunarian didn't plan on ending this argument until he got the satisfaction of winning. Never mind that it was completely impossible to win in this particular situation. Miao was a guy, even if Bat refused to see it. Still, there was no telling when he was planning on stopping his contradictions; if the other boy let him, he was more than willing to argue for hours on end.
This clearly was not going to work out.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 2:39 pm
Tao Hua bristled as she landed on Miao’s shoulder. The bird, too, seemed baffled by this strange, hulking Lunarian. Miao? A girl? This scenario was an old one, reserved for memories of a small seven-year-old Miao. Miao had expected such comments then – the older mothers fawning over him after the shows. ‘What a darling little girl!’ or ‘What a voice she has!’ they would exclaim, painted nails poking and pinching his dappled cheeks. His parents never corrected such exuberant fans; they adjusted Miao’s hair and politely thanked the crowd (and by crowd, Miao’s memory really, honestly meant three or so Lunarians) before ushering their “daughter” away. So, for a few years, Miao got used to being a girl, and in truth he was still confident he could portray one accurately. However, that was only when he wished to be viewed as one. And right now, he just wasn’t feeling that vibe.
For a moment, the boy (and yes, he was a boy, perhaps even a man as Miao was eighteen now) faltered. Sure, his mind was ready to burst with all the thoughts swarming and buzzing within it, but his tongue was still. He just couldn’t find the words – everything the boy before him said was more absurd than his last breaths. Miao, perhaps ignorantly, hadn’t even realized one could attain this level of sheer stupidity. But clearly, Bataar was just that special. Perhaps he had some sort of mental illness, Miao considered, and if so he would need to be polite. After all, those who were that kind of “special” could be set off by the colour of red! (Though it was clear Bataar liked shades of reds.) Nevertheless, it would be wise for Miao to proceed with caution.
Bataar had, though, seemed to have forgotten the fact that Miao was “mortally ill”, and that was a small victory for the pale-skinned Lunarian. His tongue slowly, like a snake, began to unwind itself in the comfort of his mouth, and though he knew he should be kind (lest Bataar grow another head), there was a mounting frustrating uncoiling within Miao’s mind. “While I’m sure your mother’s a lovely lady, I’m not of the same gender as your mother,” perhaps they weren’t even of the same species, “and I am, I stress this again, not a girl. Really. Furthermore, how am I the girl here? You’re the one with ribbons in your hair – and that doesn’t mean you’re a girl.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 1:57 pm
Bataar stared at the Tao Hua, momentarily distracted as she landed on Miao's shoulder, and decided to point out the obvious. "Um, you've got a bird on your shoulder." He pointed. Bat himself had never once been mistaken for a girl; it was easy to see why, even now. He was the type of little boy who'd mud-wrestled his peers and rolled around in the dirt just for the hell of it. He'd beat up the other boys and girls and had lived like a little king among the children of the Jaoret clan. He hadn't even been hated; everyone had seemingly been in awe of him then, and so city life had smacked into him with force. Here, he'd never be mistaken for a woman, but sometimes his manliness wasn't exactly appreciated-- mainly, his odor. People here were just dumb.
"ACTUALLY," Bat cut Miao off, choosing to ignore the bit of his statement where he declared that he wasn't the same gender as Odval. "My mother is extremely lovely! Although she beats me, sometimes, and won my father in a wrestling match-- oh! Yes, well, let's just say Dad's not quite as manly as I am, and so--" His rambling was interrupted as Miao continued to speak, and he couldn't help but stop and listen to the boy. He was hardly able to comprehend the words he heard; no one had ever said such a thing!
Bataaar? Feminine? The two didn't add up, let alone go together in the same sentence. The Mongol was as far from effeminate as was possible, in his opinion as well as in the opinion of pretty much everyone he'd ever met. There was no way Miao had just compared him to a woman! Sure, the guy in front of him hadn't directly said he was a girl, but he'd suggested that aspects of the maroon Lunarian were. That just wasn't going to work out-- not at all. Female or not, Miao might just have to pay for his words. There weren't many offenses that Bat took personally, but this was going to have to be an exception.
"My ribbons are not girly!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 3:02 pm
“Yes, I know – she’s mine.” Miao’s words were instinctive, possessive of the little creature. He had always been protective of the birds, but this love – perhaps an overbearing one – for them had only intensified once Miao passed eight. That happened to be the year a certain scumbag (ahem, Jun) had been a complete and utter moron, not only ruining trillions of stage props and attire, but also sending Miao’s birds – oh the poor birds – to scatter and swarm the stormy air. Yes, ever since then Miao was more than careful with his precious avian friends, however his precious Tao Hua was perhaps quicker in wit than the others. She was a clever bird, one Miao not only loved deeply, but he also felt she could hold her own. And that is the conclusion to the heavily abridged story of how Tao Hua became Miao’s fluttering companion.
Anyways, back to the task at hand – the barbarian before him. Clearly he was not from around here. Or, if he was, he must have lived with some pack of mammals. Yes, this Bataar was most certainly raised by wolves – it was the only explanation. His stench, his build (one that could easily snap Miao into two lovely pieces, perhaps even multiple chunks for some two-bite sushi), his grunts, and his need to mate constantly…yes, they were all incredibly primal urges, traits and desires. Bataar, Miao decided, was something like a horny dog. He was completely and utterly obsessed with the opposite sex, and had some sick desire to engage with them in multiple uncivil ways. However, Bataar was perhaps so blinded by these repulsive desires that he mistook anyone and everyone for a female. Oh, and he was also an idiot.
It should be noted here that Miao didn’t have anything against Bataar’s braids. In fact, the pale boy thought them sort of charming. They almost balanced the larger male’s looks. Added a bit of a dainty sort of quality that flattered and worked with Bat’s bulging muscles. It was the sort of accessory that said “I’m-a-big-manly-man-but-comfortable-and-confident-enough-to-wear-ribbons-and-still-look-somewhat-badass”. Yes, it was the sort of thing that usually gave one the impression the savage before them had a whole whack of self-confidence. That is, until Bataar opened his mouth, and that small kernel of respect Miao had for him disappeared.
“You just called them ribbons,” he said, “only girls were ribbons.”
Miao would later come to the conclusion that speaking out was a huge mistake.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:17 pm
Who the hell even owned a bird as a pet? Bataar really didn't know. He'd always been into the fuzzy, four-legged animals. His hairy compatriots joined him nightly in his yurt; he'd had everything from raccoons to stray dogs in his small Mongolian tent. He was fond of all of those creatures, especially his little pet rats. Little did he know that owning a bird was actually rather normal compared to some of the rodents he allowed into his tent. Still, he supposed the flying creatures might be somehow useful; but even if he conceded to that, he still preferred bats. They were like rats with wings. 'Awesome--!'. His thoughts were interrupted when Miao commented. Only girls wore ribbons?
That was ******** wrong.
This geeky girl was going to get it now! "Oh, yeah? Only real men wear ribbons, damn it!" It was evident that Miao didn't know the first thing about real men, anyway! After all, men didn't get mistaken for girls--or women, for that matter. The very idea that this boy was suggesting Bataar was in any way girly was practically blasphemous. He didn't have a womanly inch of skin upon his body; he was all muscles, manly grunts, and stench. That was how anyone of the male gener should have been!
"You know something men don't wear? Make-up!"
And so, ending with that thought, Bataar launched himself at Miao-yin, aiming to tackle him to the ground and teach him a damn good lesson about what it was like to be a real man.
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