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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:25 pm
 
SCENARIO
Jianyu finds out that Bataar has been starving himself cuz he thinks he is fat after Jianyu teased him about it in their last fight.
Jianyu calls him an idiot. Bataar calls him scrawny.
MOAR CHAOS ENSUES. 8|
Size 0 Is Not Fat.
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Legend of Lunaria generated a random number between
1 and 11 ...
4!
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:26 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] • ....ONE DAY JIANYU WILL WIN AGAINST BATAAR, I SWEAR. 8|
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:37 pm
Bataar was all for referring to his boyfriend as scrawny, especially now that he’d seen just how sensitive Jianyu was planning to be when it came to that particular matter. He felt that he deserved every bit of the teasing he was getting, if only because he’d called Bat fat before; certainly, Jianyu had a little more substance than the Mongol was willing to admit, but for now he was pleased with the other man’s suspicion that perhaps he was indeed as scrawny as Bat had told him he was. It made sense to think so, of course, because Bataar always managed to tackle Jianyu in their fights. It was only normal to think that his size might be inadequate!
He was extremely proud of his brave speech about how he wouldn’t be poisoned, but it certainly didn’t win him any awards, especially not with the man he was dating. In fact, all Bataar got for his efforts not to die was a kick straight in the damn stomach. He gasped, trying to capture air in his lungs where it had temporarily been drained. His attempts at breathing were to no avail until a few moments later, when he managed to gain a breath, and by then it was war.
The Mongol was outraged, and he was going to make sure that Jianyu knew it! ”You stupid legionnaire! Don’t think you can poison me!” he shouted, grabbing Jianyu’s sprained wrist and twisting it very slightly, knowing that the tiny move was already going to cause the other man immense pain and not feeling bad at all about it. It was cruel, maybe, to take advantage of such an injury and turn it into a weakness—especially seeing as he was dating Jianyu—but it certainly would prove itself to be immensely effective.
Jianyu was goin’ down.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:48 pm
"I am not going to poison y - AHHHHHHHRRRGGHHHHHH HOLY MOTHER OF LUNARIA - !!!!!"
He'd twisted his wrist. His wrist. The one that he had already injured in the first place. Bataar had reached out, taking his wrist nimbly between his large fingers, and twisted it. Jianyu let out a string of foul obscenities, most of which he had learned from his brothers and all of which would have gotten him slapped across the mouth had he been in the presence of his mother or father. However, seeing as how the only person around was the person he was going to kill momentarily, Jianyu saw no issues in his rather unique uses of the swear words.
His entire arm throbbing with immense pain now, Jianyu turned an iron gaze towards his boyfriend, glaring daggers at the man in question.
"Just remember that I will refrain from killing you only because we are in a relationship." he said, his voice low and even. "However, that does not mean that I cannot seriously injure you, you f***ing b****ard!"
Jianyu flung himself towards Bataar, his uninjured hand curling into a fist, which he promptly sank into Bataar's stomach. The movement propelled him forward on top of Bataar, and he glared down at him, raising his fist for another strike.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:59 pm
Bataar was immensely impressed with Jianyu’s vocabulary, and partially continued to twist the other man’s wrist just to hear it. Why, there were some words he’d never even heard, which was extremely impressive coming from a guy like Jianyu. This fight might be a learning experience of sorts after all. ”Oh, hush. Can’t you tolerate a little pain?” he asked, feeling in no way sadistic towards Jianyu; this was normal, by now, he figured. They always managed to attack each other. ”WAIT! Repeat that one word.” he added eagerly, his face inches from Jianyu as he watched with the utmost curiosity. Clearly, he needed to take lessons from whoever had taught his boyfriend.
Jianyu’s vehemence was surprising, refreshing, and maybe even a little hot. Or, that was the opinion the Mongol harbored as he observed with glee, letting go of the legionnaire’s wrist in order to peck him on the lips. It would be a time like this when Bataar was overflowing with affection, of course; unlike his boyfriend, he thought that fights were what held a relationship together as opposed to pulling it apart. The adhesive properties of these quarrels had always fascinated Bat in his own family, but now he was getting to experience it firsthand!
”Go ahead, pipsqueak.” Bat was all confidence as he encouraged Jianyu to try and kill him. And then, no wonder he always got bruises on his stomach! That seemed to be the place that the other man liked to hit most, perhaps because Bataar was just so chubby. The Mongol realized that it probably wasn’t too good for the legionnaire to be on top of him now, either, and stared, dumbfounded. He hadn’t even realized just what was happening as it had occurred and now found himself at a serious disadvantage.
”Well, at least you’re nice and light.” he commented brightly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:09 pm
He had tried to ignore Bataar's eagerness for his rather large vocabulary, but that second, obnoxious twist to his wrist had him let out more obscenities, pain ripping through his arm. Sweat slid down his face, and Jianyu gritted his teeth, glaring at Bataar as he attacked him. The Mongol seemed startled by his sudden shove to the floor, and Jianyu felt a sense of sadistic glee as he grinned down at Bataar, sitting on his stomach. He bent his head low, his hair already falling out of its ponytail to fall over his shoulders.
"Admit it." he hissed, his free hand reaching out to press one of Bataar's wrists to the floor almost painfully hard. He cradled his injured hand against his stomach, trying ignore the reverberating pain. "You like me the way I am."
Ducking his head, Jianyu pressed his lips to Bataar's, moving to tangle his fingers in the long, dark strands of the Mongol's hair. After a few, long moments he pulled back, his face flushed, a grin spreading across your face.
"B***ard." he said softly, and then raised his hand, his fingers curling into a fist as he aimed it for Bataar's face.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:41 pm
Bataar was quite pleased at Jianyu’s display of pain, learning still more as the other man let loose a string of obscenities. Whatever some of them meant, it didn’t matter, because Bat liked them! The Mongol grinned, repeating a few thoughtfully before realizing once again that he was hardly in a good predicament, what with Jianyu on top of him like this. Who knew what the other man would do, or how he’d do it, or why. Bat was at his mercy now, but he couldn’t say that that idea made him particularly unhappy. In fact, he was interested in seeing the legionnaire’s next move, and eagerly awaited it.
His desire to be aware of what Jianyu would do died down the moment his wrist was pressed to the floor, and Bat gritted his teeth, trying to ride out the initial shock of pain and deal with the torture that this particular move entailed. He needed that wrist! Never mind that he had hurt Jianyu’s wrist so badly, and on more than one occasion, too, but it somehow seemed more important that Bataar be in full possession of his facilities, as opposed to the legionnaire on top of him. ”Geez, you’re vicious.” he complained, looking for a little sympathy.
But there was no sympathy available, even when Jianyu kissed him. Bat couldn’t lie; he enjoyed the action very much, but he was also interested in killing the legionnaire at this point. He liked to be the one in control of their relationship. It was hardly fair with Jianyu trying to take over! Enough was enough as Jianyu’s fist neared his face, and the Mongol made sure to catch it with his free hand. He twisted the other man’s fist around and grinned barbarically, looking unbothered by the cruelty of his actions; if he could get both wrists sprained, he’d be more than willing to.
”Not so fast.” he cautioned.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 5:08 pm
Jianyu let out a low growl as Bataar caught his fist mid-swing. He didn't like that he'd stopped him from hitting him, and even less that he started to twist his wrist to the side. A jolt of pain shot up Jianyu's arm, and to keep Bataar from breaking his other wrist, Jianyu rolled in the direction that his arm was being twisted in, sliding of of Bataar in the process. He wrenched his hand away, flipping onto his stomach, and let out a grunt of pain as he landed on his already injured wrist.
This was not a good predicament. Despite the fact that Bataar's strength was lowered by his not eating for quite some time, he still outweighed him by far. Not to mention, Jianyu was hurt, and it was difficult to fight with only one hand available. It was not the best situation he had ever been in, and Jianyu was startled - and slightly disturbed - to realize that he had not yet won a fight against Bataar. That was not a good thing.
"Vicious, my a**." Jianyu snarled, sliding back over to Bataar. He elbowed him in the chest hard, leaning all of his weight on Bataar, then backed away, scrambling to his feet. He needed to find where he'd set down his bow and find it fast, before he had Bataar had a chance to recover.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 5:33 pm
Was it so bad that he thought it was funny that Jianyu kept hurting his injured wrist, over and over? Probably. But Bataar couldn’t help the tiny bit of laughter that bubbled out of his mouth as he watched the other man twist away, finally getting off of him, only to land on the wrist that was hurt. He supposed he could be nice and help Jianyu take care of it later, but during a fight such as this one the situation was absolutely to the Mongol’s advantage. ”You’d think you could stop hurting your wrist.” he mumbled, leaning over to gingerly take the legionnaire’s hurt wrist into his hands, although not in order to hurt him this time. He kissed the other man’s swollen wrist gently, with a smirk, before setting it down, making a mental note not to ram into it or twist it anymore.
He knew full well that he hadn’t yet lost a battle against Jianyu, and he was proud of it. It was best, after all, to keep control of one’s property. And his boyfriend was his property, right? He’d like to think so. In fact, it was probably true that the only reason he was even slightly strengthened was because Jianyu had fed him just moments ago. If they’d fought right as he’d been at the entrance of the inn and bar, he surely would have lost; it was just that simple. He planned to stay away from that weakened state now, even if he was a fattie.
The elbow in the chest wasn’t very romantic, and it would leave a bruise, but Bat was less concerned about his pain and more concerned about keeping Jianyu at bay. There was no telling what the other man might do if he got his hands on his weapon, and Bat didn’t need any more holes in him.
That was why he snatched for the other man’s ankle. ”Oh no you don’t.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 5:39 pm
He had been about to tell Bataar to go do something completely inappropriate to himself when Jianyu felt gentle fingers touch his injured wrist. He turned his head frantically, expecting to see Bataar twist it, but was completely flummoxed when the Mongol pressed his warm lips to his wrist in a movement that was completely uncharacteristic of him. Jianyu stared at him, feeling his face paint a bright scarlet as he stood up, holding his wrist against his chest. He turned away, trying to scramble from Bataar, but those same fingers that had been so gentle seconds before caught his ankle. With a shout, Jianyu staggered, falling to the floor and just barely managing not to land on his wrist. He twisted onto his back as he was yanked towards Bataar, struggling to free his leg.
"Stop teasing me!" Jianyu growled as he kicked out with his free foot, managing to collide one hit with Bataar's stomach. "I dislike you at the moment!"
That kiss to his wrist had just been a way to distract him, Jianyu knew that. He hadn't meant it. He also knew that with his wrist the way it was, there was very little chance of him winning this fight.
But he sure as hell was going to try.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:25 pm
Bataar was not going to have Jianyu scramble away and find some sharp object to possibly scar him with. Oh, no. He still had a small scar on his leg where the other man’s arrow had connected long ago, when they’d been squabbling students. That was exactly why the Mongol had tripped the legionnaire and was now attempting to drag him closer, a look of honest determination written upon his face. The kicking didn’t help, however, and soon Bat gave up trying to pull Jianyu closer; there was no way that was going to work out. The fact of the matter was that his boyfriend wanted to attack him, and not in a romantic way, either.
Probably the best way to incapacitate Jianyu now that his stomach was in so much pain was with words. ”But I like you.” Bat confessed, doing his best to look innocent and sweet in the process. He knew Jianyu had to have a soft spot for these kind of things, and he was planning on hitting it will full force; after all, who could resist a sincere, smelly guy like Bat? He liked to think no one, although his mother had more than once beaten him despite any cuteness he might have to offer.
Bataar saw that this wasn’t going to work for Jianyu; there was hardly any use in continuing on with the fight, especially since the other man had that terrible sprain. Still, there was probably only one way to stop Jianyu, and that was… well, Bat thought it was to punch him in the face. That was what he did, anyway. He liked Jianyu’s face a lot, really, but it was a great target during a fight.
”You’ll get over it.” he assured the legionnaire with a small grin, standing and stretching as he tried to recover his bearings. First things first: they probably had to fix up that wrist.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:22 pm
He was doing it on purpose, the b****ard. Telling him things like he liked him, and doing things like kissing his most likely broken wrist now. Being almost unbearably affectionate and endearing, and unfortunately, all the more attractive. Jianyu felt heat creep into his cheeks and it made him all the more irritated. He put a hand over his mouth, resisting the urge to say something idiotic and hating the fact that Bataar had this much control over him. Just a few simple words, a small gesture, and he was already confused and flustered. He closed his eyes briefly; a mistake in any other circumstance, and certainly a mistake in this one.
He almost didn't see Bataar rear back his closed fist, and at the last second Jianyu managed to turn his face away so that Bataar's punch landed against his cheek instead of straight on. The movement caused less of an impact, but it still hurt like hell, the majority of Bataar's hand still hitting him. Jianyu knew there would most likely be a nasty bruise for several days, and he also knew that he could not fight back. He had lost. Again. Jianyu closed his eyes against Bataar's words, swallowing back the response he had been going to say. Instead he just lay there breathing in deeply. Then, after a few moments, he said
"Help me up?"
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