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 Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 1:09 pm
 
This is a private RP between Bataar [Kayakurai] and Kotone [shyanimegrl].
Setting:
Midday at a Goshin Village farm's chicken enclosure.
She has come to play with chickens and he happens to be here as well.
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 1:17 pm
“Hello, ma’am, I’ve come to fetch another chicken,” she addressed the farm’s lady boss with a soft voice and beaming smile.
Having come for errands every so often and being an odd yet polite individual, and thus customer, Kotone had become a familiar face here. Therefore, she was able to partake in lighthearted conversation as business was conducted efficiently.
So, with light, jolly steps, Kotone next made her way to where the chickens were housed.
She stood in place for a moment after having entered the chicken enclosure to glance about her with a merry grin. Then as she made her way further toward the center of the fenced area, she waved with a gentle brightness and greeted as chickens began to scatter in her wake, “Hello, sir and madam chickens, do you remember me?” Kotone’s voice was now slightly but still noticeably a bit louder in volume since she thought that she was alone with just the chickens around, apparently speaking with more confidence.
Cheerfully, Kotone used her arms to scoop up a chicken that happened to be running across the path before her, bringing the chicken face to face with her but with as much distance as her arms could manage putting between them as a precaution. After a bit of examination via a short staring contest, Kotone commented, “Hmm, to be honest, I don’t think I remember you all very well myself.”
“Waa,” Kotone jerked when said chicken, at the following instant, roughly flapped its wings, freeing itself from Kotone as she tossed the chicken away in reflex and crossed her arms over her ducked head.
Kotone dropped her arms back to her sides slowly as she looked around, but was not able to recognize the offending chicken. “Well-played sir or madam chicken,” she acknowledged regardless of said chicken’s location.
“Hmm,” she pondered with a playful smirk, then issued a challenge to the chickenfolk, “Since it has become relatively easier to catch you all, I’ll use just one hand today. So, here I go.”
“Oup. Uop.” Kotone struggled to keep her right arm’s grasp on her first target. Said target, however, managed to slip away. There was a pause in her play momentarily when a small giggle tickled its way out of her, but then at the succeeding moment she returned to her fun.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:04 am
Bataar was lurking on the farm, having stalked one of the legionnaire farmers that he often squabbled with all the way home. That was the last time he was getting tied upside down to a damned tree! He was hiding out with the chickens, glaring at each of them in turn as they squawked or made other various odd noises. Despite his love of furry creatures, things such as birds and reptiles hardly appealed to him.
That was why he was giving the girl who'd just stepped into the enclosure an immensely odd look, peeking out from behind the chicken coop. To say that he was freaked out would have been an understand; Bat was used to weird things-- in fact, he was used to being considered an oddity in himself, but this was simply appalling, even to the filthy Mongol. This girl was playing with the chickens-- as if they had feelings and weren't for dinner. She was messing with the annoying creatures, following them around and toying with each of them in turn, speaking to them.
What had he gotten himself into? Birds were unpleasant creatures, as were legionnaires and legionnaire farmers in general. Bat was surrounded by things he hated, and now he felt slightly trapped as he gazed upon the spectacle unveiling itself before his very eyes.
"What is wrong with you?" he blurted, having the right to be judgemental for once.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 5:58 pm
"Where are you all going?" Kotone spoke gleefully to the animals as she followed after a few chickens with crouching steps, trying to seem like a chicken herself in presence so as not to alarm her prey. She was apparently failing as the birds hastened away from her.
"What is wrong with you?"
At this unexpected voice, Kotone gasped and spun as she jolted upright in surprise to face the entrance of the enclosure from where she came, one hand clutching the other over her heart as though having kept it from leaping out of her chest. No one was there, she observed, as her body relaxed. Then where exactly did the voice come from she wondered curiously, trying to search her memory for a direction as she went with the temptation to scout for its source. Her search ended when she spotted the maroon-clothed Lunarian.
"Hello," Kotone smiled goodnaturedly then gave a bow, greeting the brown-haired Lunarian with the softer volume of her voice that she was accustomed to around others. His state intrigued her and she wanted to ask about it but before that she remembered her odd display and decided on addressing that first. Clasping her hands together against her abdomen remorsefully, she spoke once again, "Oh, I'm sorry if I've troubled you with my strangeness." She paused briefly in her speech before next inquiring, "Um, sir, are you fetching a chicken, too?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 7:31 pm
The girl was an alarming sight to behold, no matter how much he stared, and he was pleased when she turned her attention to him in order to reply to his inquiry. He hadn’t even suspected that his own presence near the chickens might be alarming to her, and only chalked down her reaction to him as yet another oddity. The Mongol, who had often been discriminated against himself, didn’t allow any room for explanation in the situation. On closer inspection, he might have seemed quite a lot ruder than he felt, as a matter of fact.
Her kindness could have been a lie, but it could have been legitimate. Whatever the case, he’d be on his guard until he figured out everything for himself. ”You are very weird.” he replied, crossing his arms and cocking his head to the side just a tad as he continued to observe her. The floodgates of his mind were suddenly pushed open, and he was filled with all sorts of stupid ideas. The girl in front of him might very well be an effective pet project for someone as downright awesome and normal as Bataar, and he’d definitely have to look into it. But first—there was more to figure out.
Was he fetching a chicken? Definitely not. Poultry just wasn’t the Mongol’s cup of tea, especially if said birds were alive and ready to be caught, plucked and cooked. The idea of toying with one of the little monsters sounded obscene, and he suspected that they weren’t exactly the friends of his dear, dear rats.
”No, no. I am spying, you see.” He hardly realized he hadn’t been able to keep his mouth shut.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 7:51 pm
”You are very weird.”
At this, Kotone's hands loosen where they were at in front of her stomach and her fingers then sifted between themselves. She was guessing her weirdness was in fact troubling him and was still feeling sorry to him for her being a nuisance.
”No, no. I am spying, you see.”
But, with these next words of his, her worried thoughts were tossed aside and replaced with excited curiosity as her eyes shone with eagerness. She relaxed her hands back to hang at her sides, shaped them into fists, and then bounced her wrists lightly against her thighs, "Are you spying on the chickens?"
Kotone found nothing odd about spying on chickens. In fact, she found it a great idea. And it really made sense to her when she thought about it a bit more. If one would like to blend in with the chickens, not startle the birds with one's presence, spying and observing them would make a good starting point towards learning how to stealthily proceed amongst them. Kotone for some time now considered her play with the chickens as training. Thus, disturbing chickens close to a target could serve as an unwanted alarm, Kotone's imagination went on about tactical possibilities.
The maroon clothed Lunarian, Kotone observed, was better versed at blending in with the chickens than she was and she thought highly of him regarding this. Her first guess when she had first seen him was that he was a fighter, strong she was quite certain. And of course, with his being stealthily among chickens and a fighter, it's a given really that upon these assumptions Kotone would now very much like to watch him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 2:51 pm
Bataar continued observing Kotone, one eyebrow quirked. He was confused with her, to say the least, and he wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to be doing at the moment. He’d come here to spy, yes, but was there actually anything to spy on? It seemed to Bat like there was only this odd girl, messing around with the squawking birds in the pin. That was hardly something he cared to report to anyone, let along participate in himself, and yet he was speaking with her.
He frowned at her question, but didn’t shake his head. He’d almost blown his cover, he suspected, and if he were actually spying on the legionnaires, then he’d rather let them know he thought the chickens were far more interesting to track. ”Why, yes, that is exactly what I‘m doing!” Bat declared, with a bit of caution thrown into his tone.
But in truth, he wasn’t sure who he was spying on anymore.
It occurred to him that he didn’t even this girl’s name, and if he was to spy on her, then he ought to figure it out. ”What‘s your name, anyway?” he inquired, crossing his arms(in a non-suspicious manner). He would have to know that muchg, at least, if he was to stay here with all of these ridiculous chickens. ”Mine‘s Bataar.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 12:31 am
Waa, so he really was spying on the chickens! His confirmation of this thrilled her and her mouth had spread into a wide toothy grin as her excitement, while gentle-seeming, was managed to just have barely been kept contained from being let loose as an explosion. This was the case for her whenever joyfully engaged, provided embarrassment and insecurity were not currently in the mix.
"Nice to meet you, Sir Bataar. I'm Kotone, Wakahisa no Kotone," Kotone's soft voice cheerfully replied to Bataar's question and introduction as she gave a bow with her words. Then, an expression of sudden remembrance crossed her features and she hurried next to him behind the chicken coop as well, hoping to serve as less of a possible hindrance to Bataar's mission. She glanced around a moment, absorbed in checking if this thought, her willpower, and her change of location had successfully brought her into a state less noticeable to the chickens.
She wanted to ask Bataar if he may allow her to watch him and her mind also considered the oranges in her backpack to offer a trade. However, the memory of her encounter with the swordsman whose name she didn't know stopped her before she turned and made a request to watch Bataar.
Eyes having rested on one of the chickens, she'd made a zealous decision in the next instant that she'd just try her hand at spying on the chickens, too. Ah, but before she got started, she quickly remembered to ask Bataar, turning to him, "Um, Sir Bataar, may I spy on the chickens here behind the chicken coop, too?" She wondered if he would mind sharing the location behind the coop for a stakeout of the chicken enclosure.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 6:56 am
Bataar regarded Kotone with a frown, wondering if anything in particular lay behind her simple actions. The characteristic nagging feeling in the back of his mind told him that she wasn't-- that really was that much of an air-head. The man frowned, now merely contemplating how to extract himself from the situation he'd gotten tangled up in. Wordlessly, he observed the chickens, a look of abject misery forming upon his face. He was beginning to realize that he was far from doing anything important here.
All Bataar had accomplished in this place was small talk with an extremely odd girl along with a good view of a few chickens. The impracticality of it all was now a matter of immense frustration to the hulking Mongol. He grimaced to himself and leaned against the chicken coop, his green eyes wandering the length of the legionnaire farm. Clearly this place did not belong to the hefty bastards that had nearly killed him the other week and that was more than just a little disappointing to Bat.
He glanced over to Kotone as she spoke and nodded silently, unsure of what else to really do. "I guess." he huffed a little, biting his lip as he started to formulate a semi-decent escape plan out of the small farm. It certainly wasn't the most appealing place, especially since there didn't seem to be any a** to kick.
The only thing decent about this farm was the multitude of rats that were sure to be crawling about!
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 11:46 am
Evidently, any ounce of misery Bataar was experiencing went unnoticed by Kotone. “Thank you very much,” Kotone gave a delighted whisper of a reply to his consent before, in an excited rush, turning her attention back to becoming invisible-like to the chickens.
She stood very still as moments passed with only her eyes moving to watch the chickens before her.
It appeared to be working, she noted as a grin spread on her features, but then at the next moment, fell to a little frown at the sight of a chicken hurrying past her.
Did her sudden smile make her un-invisible, she wondered. But, nevertheless, she decided to give mission invisible another try as she set her jaw in renewed concentration.
However, in the next instant, it may have been that a rat was summoned at Bataar’s thought of them, since one began climbing up Kotone’s back, causing her to spring forward abruptly and consequently prompt the cry of startled chickens.
She spun around several times before stopping to refrain from getting even dizzier. The world in her eyes and her upper body began to stop swaying as she stood, but whatever it was that was on her back was clearly still there as it had held fast and started to resume it’s quick climb and she resumed her spinning while also starting to traverse across the chicken coop‘s vicinity.
Thoughts sped fast through Kotone’s mind. Was a chicken ambushing her? Can a chicken ambush this way? But, Kotone deduced the offender not to be a chicken after all.
Unsheathing her staff from her side with a practiced hand she initiated plan B that followed plan A to shake of the ambusher, plan B being extraction. Still in mid-spin, Kotone swiped the her staff along her back and then swung forward to check if she had caught anything. Repeating such odd steps twice then yielded a relevant result as the rat was sent flying forward. Kotone was able to briefly catch sight of it as it landed and skittered away. “Oh, it was a rat,” Kotone repeated the obvious, next noticing the frantic chickens hurrying away from her. No one checked on her, it turned out, since they were quite used to this sort of turn of events when she stopped by to pick up a chicken: lots of panicked clucking, airborne feathers, and all.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2011 7:23 am
Bataar stared rather fixedly at the rat crawling up Kotone's back, finding the situation to be slightly amusing. Perhaps, if he was really lucky, she would start running around and screaming in her high-pitched voice. Such chaos appealed to the Mongol, who had forgotten why exactly he'd even come here.
He was horrified, however, when the girl knocked the rat directly off of her back and grimaced, feeling pity for the poor little creature. "Geez, you didn't have to hurt him!" Bat cried, his irritation visible upon his face as he dove to scoop the filthy little animal up. He leveled a glare at its attacker but decided against attempting to initiate a fight.
It was, clearly, time to get out of here and away from the crazy girl who'd been dealing with her terrible obsession with chickens. She was an abuser of animals, besides! And so, tucking the rodent into his pocket, Bataar made for the gate with a great deal of agility. It wasn't worth it to try and spy on legionnaire farmers! He thought he had bigger fish to fry here.
Spying on chickens had proven itself to be even worse.
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