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 Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 3:39 pm
  This is a private RP between Jun [Koonjan] and Bataar [Kayakurai].
Setting:
The Academy.
Bataar is busy wrestling challengers on a campus field. Meanwhile, Jun catches the tantalizing whiff of soup.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:04 pm
❀❀❀Sneaking through the corridors of the academy, Jun darted from corner to corner. He was skipping class today. Battle Ethics? Come on, now. There were better things to learn about. Being in a different block than Van and Bataar, he did not have the opportunity of sharing their collective boredom. The class seemed unpopular, anyway. Feeling ridiculous, Jun relaxed his efforts to be stealthy. He sighed. The plan was to avoid boredom, not escape into boredom. What could he do? He massaged his hands through his blonde hair, frustrated with himself. Jun even halfheartedly considered the redundant option of heading back to class, but his nose thought otherwise.
❀❀❀Something smelled magically delicious. He remembered the stinky stew his mother made on Tuesdays. It was the kind that reeked like death, but tasted like liquid-majesty. He couldn't help but salivate. Jun sniffed the air, his nose wrinkling. The scarfed Lunarian found himself automatically leaning towards the direction of the smell. Screw Battle Ethics class. Screw teachers! Screw learning and education! Screw homework! Someone was making soup!
❀❀❀He diligently pursued the scent, his nose leading the rest of his body. After traversing through a multitude of hallways, Jun's nose eventually brought him to a campus field. This wasn't right. He was expecting a kitchen of some sort, not a plain of grass. Vexed and heavily disappointed, Jun shuffled onto the trimmed blades of green. The aroma was very pungent now, but there was no boiling cauldron in sight. All he could see was a built, heavily muscled Mongol, hurling others to the ground in what appeared to be some sort of wrestling.
❀❀❀Jun's mouth dropped. This guy was a freaking beast. He stood in silence, watching in awe before realizing that he had a quest to accomplish. He had to find out where the soup was. It had to be here. His bond with his nose was one built on trust.
❀❀❀Cupping the side of his mouth with one hand, he hollered, "Hey, big-guy! Yeah, you! Is someone making soup?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 5:56 am
The nostalgia was overwhelming. Of course, wrestling like this was probably illegal, but that was the last thing the Mongol cared about as he slammed people into the ground. Bataar had come out in full regalia in order to... Wait. What had he been wanting to do again? He paused, trying to pull the answer from the dregs of his memory and failing miserably; it was harder to think when some boy was trying to rush you(holding his nose) and you had to knock him over asap in order to maintain your manly integrity.
Aside from his muscles, Bataar was unaware that his smell was serving as a key advantage in this particular wrestling match. A few of the students who'd attempted to fight him were now dry-heaving miserably on the grass, crawling away as they declared their surrender to the rat-loving stench-monster. In fact, at this point Bat's pungent odor had almost won the fight for him.
The maroon Lunarian glanced around in order to assess the only opponent who was still standing and then ran after the scrawny-looking boy, who looked as if he were in the stages of retreat. Bat kicked his legs out from under him and watched trimuphantly as he fell with a resounding thud to the ground. Clearly, he had won this fight.
Or had he? Bataar's head snapped around as he heard Jun's shout and for a moment he watched the other student blankly. Was this someone he'd forgotten to beat up? Wait, soup?
The cogs in Bataar's head worked sluggishly until he came to the conclusion that he hadn't been attempting to kill the other Lunarian. "There is no one to make soup! I knocked everyone out!" Bat trotted over, his expression haughty. He hadn't the slightest idea that his rancid aroma had attracted Jun all the way here.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 10:09 pm
❀❀❀Something was odd about this wrestling match. The ridiculous image of combatants pinching their noses purple and leopard crawling away from the site grappled a brief chortle from inside Jun's chest. He was captivated by the savage, even paranormal performance in the distance. It appeared as if the vulgar Lunarian's opposition was being repelled by some supernatural force. Perhaps, Bataar had the power of mind control. Perhaps, Bataar was a god.
❀❀❀Upon closer inspection, Jun realized that Bataar had gone the minimalistic route when choosing his wardrobe. This did not phase him. In fact, Jun thought it was pretty beastly. Beastly in a good way, that is. The tight barrels of fabric that ascentuated the looming Mongol's biceps contrasted sharply with the blaring, almost childish antennae on his head. Regardless, it made no difference. Nothing deterred Jun from his admiration of the maroon menace. However, he did choose to ignore Bataar from the waist down, for his eyes' sake. Now, this tank of a Lunarian was before him, spouting off his achievement in an unparalled display of oversized ego.
❀❀❀"Yeah, I saw that!" Jun directed his index to the evacuated ring, "You're a freaking tank, bro."
❀❀❀Jun was certainly impressed. The broad-shouldered brute before him warranted worship. This man was the textbook definition of masculinity. Nevertheless, he did not forget the reason for his mouth-watering pilgrimmage. The smell of the hunt was too enticing to repudiate.
❀❀❀"But there has to be soup. I can smell it even better now."
❀❀❀His nostrils flared as he sniffed around. Jun leaned forward, past Bataar, to scan the area. Yet, as soon as he inclined closer to Bataar, the aroma of his favoured broth grew in prominence. A look of bafflement struck him across the face, freezing him in his position. Then, lo! An epiphany. Jun's eyes trailed upward, matching Bataar's olive orbs.
❀❀❀The blonde jabbed a convicting claw against Bataar's chest in a daring act of certainty, "IT'S YOU, MAN."
❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀The hunt was over.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:40 pm
Bat adjusted his skimpy bottom, failing to look even just a little self-concious as he observed the other student who'd approached. He could hardly help but grin as the other Lunarian absolutely glorified his skill in battle; every man liked to be praised if they were absolutely amazing! And right now Bataar did feel fantastic. He'd pounded all of his opponents-- or, at least the ones who hadn't had the good sense to run away once they'd gotten a good whiff of his odor. Who knew what rumors of the skimpily-dressed Mongol would circulate around the Academy now?
"Wanna fight?" Bat offered himself up with an overall gesture, showing off his outfit with more pride than was necessary. This was how they did things where he came from, and he wasn't afraid to show it. This was what real men from the Jaoret clan participated in, hat and all; the maroon Lunarian's mother had always been very supportive of his budding hobby.
A moment later, after looking Jun up and down, a thought struck the Mongol; an epiphany, of sorts. "Dude, if we go at it I think it's easier without as many clothes. Just look at me." As dorky and retarded as Bataar got, he was absolutely serious now. If there was one thing he usually took seriously, it was combat; he could take down most anyone in a Mongolian wrestling match.
"Look, I don't even think there's a kitchen around--" Bataar was cut off by the boy's exclamation, and it took him a few seconds of careful thought to figure out how he was even expected to react to the situation. He'd never suspected that he smelled like any kind of soup, let alone that he appeared to be a delicious kind of goopy mixture.
"...Is it manly soup?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 9:49 pm
❀❀❀Jun's eyebrow raised, suddenly interested in the prospect of a "fight." He crossed his arms, puffing out his own chest. Outwardly, he made no signs of being intimidated. Having seen Bataar decimate his competition and hurl them like some bags of rice, didn't phase him. In fact, it only excited the purple Lunarian. A fight from this guy? Jun could feel the fever wriggling in his fingers. He hadn't had a satisfying bout in a long time and he was worried that he had started to rust.
❀❀❀Nevertheless, when the conversation came to choice of clothes, Jun was skeptical. Despite the initial reaction, he finally surmised that whatever this man said was truth. After all, this guy appeared to be the god of all men. The way Bataar handled his wave of opposition paragoned a majestic art form, a beautiful, yet masculine display of brute. It was simply breathtaking. Perhaps, the lack of clothes was necessary to complete the effect.
❀❀❀"Sure, we can fight. Whatever you want," Jun was pumped and he was having a hard time staying still with his widened stance and restless hands.
❀❀❀When Bataar made his inquiry, Jun just had to agree. Manly soup? That was it. This man was brilliance in the flesh. He was genius manifested in the form of pure bred masculinity.
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❀❀❀Jun nodded, his thoughts clearly an emblem of coherence.
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