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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 4:49 pm
 
SCENARIO
Jianyu attempts to teach Bataar to read.
Bataar does not want to be taught.
CHAOS ENSUES.
"C" Is For Cat.
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Legend of Lunaria generated a random number between
1 and 11 ...
2!
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 4:51 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] • DAMMIT A NOBLE WIN FOR BATAAR AGAIN.
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 5:00 pm
It was a good thing Jianyu was much more nimble than Bataar. As it was, he managed to slide sideways just enough so that the fist of the Mongol grazed his cheek rather than hit him full on in the face. It should not have surprised him that Bataar was not willing to compromise with the situation at hand.
"You...!" Jianyu snapped, raising a hand to his bruised cheek and glaring at the man in question. "I am not a liar, you moronic lump of fat!"
With that, Jianyu flung himself onto Bataar, grappling with the front of his shirt in an (admittedly halfhearted, though quite fervent as it was) attempt to strangle him. His fingers twisted in the Mongol's long dark locks, and he yanked them hard.
"Idiot!" Jianyu snarled.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 5:11 pm
Bataar looked extremely frustrated as he failed to punch Jianyu full on in the face, but he was still rather pleased that he’d grazed his cheek; missing completely would have been quite the pain, after all. He grinned as he watched his boyfriend’s outrage, looking pleased with his terrible behavior. He didn’t care if he was being childish; he didn’t believe that literacy was any kind of useful, and he planned on maintaining that belief throughout the rest of his life. As much of an imbecile as he usually was, it should have been pretty simple to manage. Learning to read and write was just too much effort; effort that Bataar wasn’t at all willing to put forth.
He was just considering his triumph in halting the learning process when Jianyu’s insult hit his ears. His green eyes instantly flicked up, and he stared in disbelief. Wait a minute. He wasn’t fat, was he? As if to check, he gazed down at his stomach, looking suddenly extremely pained. Before, he’d thought that it was rock-solid but now… was that a soft spot he detected? Could it be, that he was, after all, nothing but a lump of lard? No! It couldn’t be!
”I AM NOT FAT!” he roared, each one of his words colored with outage.
He hardly had time to attack before Jianyu lunged to his throat in an attempt to strangle him; he remembered the last time the other man had done this, and was more than ready to try and wrestle him off. He snatched up both the legionnaire’s arms, his grip vice-like as he tried to stop his air-ways from being cut off. At the same time, he made sure to dig his badly-maintained nails into Jianyu’s soft skin, feeling only a little in the way of regret as he did so. Still, he would get his damned point across if he had to kill Jianyu to do it!
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 5:18 pm
Jianyu grinned triumphantly as Bataar's expression turned slightly panicked, glancing down at his stomach to check for excess fat. He'd managed to hit him where it hurt - although, to be quite honest, Bataar was in just as excellent physical shape as he'd ever been. Though it was not necessary to tell him that particular fact at the moment. Jianyu was more focused on attempting to win this fight. His triumph was short lived, however, when Bataar's fingernails dug into his arms.
"OW! BATAAR YOU B****ARD!"
He let go almost immediately, falling backwards as he clamped one hand down over his left wrist. Which, thanks to the ever hygienic Bataar - was now reddened and bleeding.
"MORON!" Jianyu roared, kicking his foot out and managing to catch Bataar in the stomach as he did so. Then he hastily flipped onto his own stomach, attempting to move away far enough to get some of his bearings back. If he wanted to have any hope of beating Bataar at all, he needed to find his bow and arrow that he had set down, and also get back up onto his feet instead of lying on the ground. Being at the mercy of Bataar's fist was not a pleasant thought, nor was it a particularly intelligent one. Therefore, Jianyu needed to get as far away from Bataar as possible.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 5:45 pm
Bataar looked absolutely victorious as he assessed Jianyu’s reaction to his barbarically digging his fingernails into his skin. It was the perfect move, in his opinion, painful enough not to stand as well as long-lasting. It wasn’t as spontaneous as a punch, a smack, or a kick, and it made the Mongol feel epicly in control. The legionnaire’s outraged yelling served to please him even more, and he listened with no small amount of joy. This was exactly the kind of thing that Bat found a little romantic, if not terribly violent, and he was happy that he was doing it with the man he was dating, even if Jianyu’s opinion probably couldn’t have been farther from his own.
”I am not fat.” he repeated, trying to ignore what felt like a complete lack of confidence on his part, as far as his body mass was concerned. He’d never thought he was fat, at least, but now that Jianyu had mentioned it, he wasn’t so sure. He had, after all, been going over to Yuudai an awful lot in order to mooch food. He hadn’t thought of it much, but he’d certainly been eating a lot more lately… Perhaps it was making him into a fattie. He didn’t like the idea of it, but he was terribly afraid it was true.
The kick in the stomach caught him by surprise, and he gasped, coughing and momentarily losing his breath entirely. The moment he recovered, however, and saw that Jianyu was attempting to escape, he lunged for the other man. ”Oh no you don’t!” he exclaimed. His terrible boyfriend was not going to get away from him! And with that, Bat threw his entire weight upon Jianyu’s slender form; he supposed being fat was good for some things, at least, such as the art of sumo.
Jianyu was going down.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 11:45 pm
This was quite a ridiculous situation. Fighting with the man one was dating was not exactly a normal occurrence; at least not from what he'd seen other romantically involved couples do. Jianyu was still not sure of how exactly one progressed in a relationship, seeing as Bataar was the first person (and the first man, for that matter) that he had ever decided to be romantically involved with. But somehow, attacking each other did not exactly seem like it should be a regular thing. Jianyu also had the distinct feeling that Bataar was rather enjoying their quarrel; it seemed like just the sort of thing that he might like.
As he tried to crawl away from Bataar, inching across the floor using his arms, Jianyu was abruptly stopped in his escape plan when he felt the Mongol's entire weight fall on top of him. Jianyu felt the air knocked out of him, and he collapsed instantly, his lungs heaving for breath.
This was not a good situation. Besides the very basic fact that he could not breathe, Having his back to Bataar was definitely not a good idea. Wriggling his whole body, Jianyu managed to twist himself around so that he was lying on his back underneath Bataar. He could feel sweat sliding down his face from the exertion, and Jianyu grinned up at Bataar.
"And if I said that you were fat?" he said, his voice teasing before he shoved his knee upwards into Bataar's stomach.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:06 am
Bataar was as romantically involved as ever, even when he tackled Jianyu and nearly knocked the life out of the other man. It wasn’t that the Mongol had any dating experience at all; in fact, it was quite the opposite—but his lack of former partners made it so that he could do just about whatever he wanted, in Bat’s mind. There were no expectations(well, besides the ones that Jianyu had put up) and he fully believed that fights like this between the two of them should become commonplace. As angry as he must have seemed, he loved fights like this, especially with someone he was familiar with; he only hoped Jianyu wouldn’t go for the family jewels this time.
The Mongol remained on top of his victim until the other man finally wriggled around, and Bat grinned lazily, acting on the impulse to kiss Jianyu on the lips. As far as he’d been concerned, this was just something that couples did. Fight was apparently a natural occurrence in relationships; Bataar just didn’t realize that it was seriously off-kilter to physically battle and maybe even attempt to kill your lover in the process because of some dumb comment or other. This, at least, was how his mother had beaten his father into submission.
Then came the fat comment again. ”Wh—what?!” Bat spluttered, unsure of how to respond. ”I said I’m not—“ he was cut off when the legionnaire’s knee connected with his stomach and left gasping for air; the move had been a painful one, and Bat thought it was quite cruel to take advantage of his pronounced fat deposits in his stomach. He had, after all, secretly accepted the fact that he was nothing short of a hunk of lard, depressing as it was. Still, he would fight to lose the title.
”You stupid…!” he allowed himself to fall flat on Jianyu, taking advantage of the fact that the other man was still beneath him. He was going to get what he deserved one way or another!
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 12:05 pm
I knew it, Jianyu thought as Bataar leaned down to kiss him. He's enjoying this far too much.
Jianyu raised a hand to touch Bataar's cheek, smiling against his lips. When he pulled away, the Mongol was grinning down at him. That is, until he heard the comment about him being fat, and felt the kick Jianyu landed to hist stomach. Before Bataar could react, Jianyu attempted to roll over, trying to scramble away, but he was too slow. Flustered and red-faced, Bataar dropped all of his weight on top of him, and Jianyu let out a gasp as the breath was knocked out of him. He pushed against Bataar's muscular shoulders, trying in vain to shove him off, but there was no way that he could even make someone as large as Bataar budge. He was completely trapped beneath the weight.
"You're obnoxious." Jianyu gasped out, raising his gaze to meet Bataar's. "I did not actually mean that you were fat. You have an excellent body, and you know that! Now get off of me!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 12:15 pm
It was true that Bat was having way too much fun for his own good, or even the good of their relationship perhaps, but he was rather into it. Their vicious battle was nothing short of a turn-on to the muscular Mongol and he was under the impression that Jianyu believed exactly the same thing. He smirked as he kissed Jianyu, looking quite confident with himself in the few moments before he had to deal with the other man’s insults. Just because he was fat was no reason to rub it in his face! That really hurt, after all! Especially coming from his boyfriend!
The irony was that their probably wasn’t a lump of fat on the maroon Lunarian’s entire body, which was covered in muscle. That was exactly why he was managing to crush Jianyu so effectively beneath him. Of course, in his mind, he was convinced it was because his fat rolls were absolutely suffocating the other man; he had taken up the ancient art of sumo and made it into his own, having given up on Mongolian wrestling. He was actually pleasantly surprised to find that this style of fighting was easier, too. ”This is how fat people do it!” he declared triumphantly, trying not to feel too sensitive about his weight in the process.
As gratifying as Jianyu’s lie was, it was just that: a lie. Bataar had realized the truth just a few minutes ago; he wasn’t in nearly as good of shape as he should have been in, and it was depressing. Jianyu probably just wanted him to stop sumo wrestling! But it wasn’t happening—he couldn’t let himself lose the advantage in this fight! ”Don’t lie to me!” he commanded, looking disheartened as he once again tried to face the reality of his situation. Being fat was almost as hard as being green, even though he wasn’t green.
And with that, he jumped off of Jianyu and aimed another punch at his face.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 12:27 pm
The obvious truth was that Bataar had a very well-defined, muscular body without even the slightest bit of fat on him. Having seen the man naked several times (though all quite by accident), Jianyu knew this for a fact. Bataar was both solid and strong. "Fat" was nothing near close to describe him.
Jianyu tried to steady his breathing, keeping what little air he had left in his lungs. His hands were still pressed to Bataar's warm chest, attempting to shove him off, but it was working as well as it had thirty seconds ago - namely, not at all. The Mongol was just too heavy for him.
"I don't lie!" Jianyu said with a scowl. "You're the one who's always been so damn proud of what great shape you're in! I wasn't lying when I said you had an excellent body!"
Bataar moved off of him unexpectedly, and Jianyu let out a gasp as a rush of air flowed into his lungs. However, he barely had time to see Bataar's hand rear back before throwing his hands up to cover his face, his wrists crossed, palms upwards. Bataar's fist cracked against his left wrist, and Jianyu let out a screech of pain. He didn't think he'd broken it, but it certainly hurt like hell.
"B***ARD!" he yelled, as a purplish dark bruise started to cover his skin. "I TAKE IT BACK, OKAY? YOU'RE NOT FAT! DAMN IT!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 12:38 pm
Bataar had always prided himself particularly on his physique, but Jianyu’s words had blinded him to some extent, keeping him from seeing the truth of the matter. He was still reeling from being referred to as “fat,” even if he knew it wasn’t true. In this case, it was clearly the thought that counted, and no amount of reassurances from Jianyu could ever stop him as he was now concentrated on his war-path. The legionnaire’s insult had penetrated him to the core, leaving him deeply disturbed, and Bat was the type to let things get to him—easily. Besides, either way, Jianyu was a liar of sorts; he’d said Bataar was fat and then he’d said he had an excellent body. One way or another, he deserved a serious punch.
”Well, then, you said I was fat!” he declared, outrage coloring his tone as he faced off with the other Lunarian. He was ready to fight about this particular subject until the end, if only because it distressed him beyond belief to think that perhaps his body wasn’t perfect after all. As vain as the idea was, Bat was under the belief that his body was the only perfect thing about him; he’d wanted to keep it that way!
He wasn’t as satisfied hitting Jianyu’s wrist as he would have been in hitting his face, but it was workable. There was no way the legionnaire could take it back now, but Bataar had given up. He had to save his energy because, at he moved away from Jianyu and his gaze slid to the remainder of the food, he realized something: he was going to have to go on a diet. That meant… NO FOOD! The thought was almost too painful to contemplate, but he was going to have to face it. Bat was about to be in some serious trouble.
He supposed he had a victory of sorts, but it felt every bit like a loss; dealing with his fatness was the last thing he wanted.
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