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 Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 9:59 pm
 
This is a private role play between Kyung [Koco Pelli] and Bataar [Kayakurai].
Setting:
Kyung’s estate; it's early morning and the two Lunarians are up for a rather rude and unpleasant awakening by a surprise visit from a fearsome lady. What will come of this family reunion?
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:16 pm
The courtyard was silent. It was devoid of all sounds of life. There were no birds chirping. No dogs barking. It was completely silent. Even the servants, who normally screamed and shouted at each other as they did their morning chores, were nowhere to be heard.
Sitting on his oak-wood porch, Kyung stared at the branches of his wisteria trees. He could see the feathered denizens of his garden perched on the slim branches yet, he could not hear them. He knew this wasn't a hearing problem. He could hearing the soft rustling of silk every time the breeze tugged away at the robe sitting on his shoulders. Pulling the said robe tighter around his shoulders to ward off the early morning chill, Kyung could feel a sense of unease growing inside his chest. Surely, something terrible was coming if all the animals had taken cover.
And in a sense, Kyung was correct. Changes were coming, unavoidable ones at would soon turn his world upside down, things beyond his scope of comprehension. In a few moments, a countless number of skeletons were going to be dragged out the closet.
But one thing was certain, that the atmosphere was terrible. If a person was to be standing outside the Tae estate main gate then he or she might have assumed the whole compound was in mourning.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 7:46 am
An eerie silence permeated the air. There was not a natural sound to be heard, and Bataar sure as hell wasn’t imagining it. He shivered a little and pulled a fur from a pile to wrap around his shoulders, although doing that seemed to have no purpose, for he was just as creeped out as he’d been before. Not just anything could set the easy-going Mongol on edge, and if it could, he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know whatever it was.
Footsteps approached, sounding loud in the silence. The entrance to his yurt was pulled open. “Bataar, may I ask as to why you’re dwelling in the Noble Estates?” The tone of voice was sweet, but coming from that familiar mouth, Bat could easily detect its venom. Odval was irritated, probably with something other than his living location, and she was here; in front of him.
The Mongol stepped carefully out of the yurt to face his mother, shifting uncomfortably. ”It seemed like a good idea at the time.” he tried to explain lightly, biting the inside of his cheek. He wasn’t even going to bother with wondering why she was here; she had a knack for showing up at some of the most inopportune times.
“So won’t you introduce me to the family you’re living with?” the woman asked with a cruel twist of her lips as she realized that her son now towered over her. She watched in satisfaction as he winced, and then flounced girlishly in front of him, putting on her nice face just in case the dolt really was planning on leading her to whomever he’d chosen to serve.
”This way…” Bataar grumbled, feeling sorry for Kyung for once.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 7:49 pm
Kyung was sitting there in silence when he heard footsteps coming his way. Turning to the direction of the sound, he stared when Bataar came leading a woman with a strong aura. Terrifying more accurately. She was dressed in worn out purples and blues, almost a sinister color and the eyepatch did nothing to ease his discomfort at her presence. This woman commanded respect.
And judging from the fur and the way Bataar was behaving, she must be someone Bataar knew. Getting up, he pulled the robes on his shoulders and approached the two. "Who is this Bataar?" He asked, giving Odval a glimmer of a smile.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 3:47 pm
Bataar walked his mother all the way to Kyung, looking miserable. He nearly flinched when the blue Lunarian offered his mother something that looked like a smile. He shot a sidelong glance at his mother and noted, with a bit of a queasy feeling, that she had put on her most pleasant smiling face for the event. He opened his mouth to reply to the other boy, but Odval cut him off.
“I’m his mother. Who might you be?” she gazed upon the young man with clear-cut interest. Who was her son making friends with these days, anyway? A Noble, for certain, but one that had striking familiarity; she took his chin in her hand, her nails lightly digging into the boy’s skin. “Why, you look exactly like your mother.”
Her colored nails dug deeper into his skin, and her smile disappeared. “It’s almost disgusting, you know.” she muttered, ignoring Bataar’s gasp of horror as she quite suddenly drew her hand back and slapped Kyung across the cheek.
All Bat could do was stare at his mother, watching her morph from friendly to violent in a matter of seconds, acting as if she knew something-- well, enough somethings to hold over Kyung’s head. ”M--mom! Why…?” he trailed off, realizing she wouldn’t answer him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 5:20 pm
The woman's gaze was intimidating. If Kyung wasn't in the habit of bristling every time someone tried to cut him down a notch, he might have shriveled under her gaze. However, the cobalt Lunarian was not a passive one. He did not take well to signs of dominance.
Nevertheless, Kyung was taken back when she replied. Bataar's mother? MOTHER???? Every Lunarian had a mother, but to think that this woman was Bataar's... It didn't... His personality wasn't explicable with the one this woman exhibited.
Silver eyes flashed dangerously when she cupped his face, purple nails digging gently into his pale skin. It wasn't painful, just uncomfortable. The woman had sharp eyes, it was like being under a bright light. However, he next comment left the boy flabbergasted. Like his mother? How did this woman- he reeled at the force of Odval's palm striking his cheek.
"Was that necessary?"
None of the previous hospitality was present in his voice, instead it was now dripping with hostility. It wasn't from the stinging pain on his cheek, it was from the manner in which she was treating him; like trash. He hated that.
Lifting up his head, he looked at Odval straight in the eyes. His own unreadable. "I hope you have the right woman in mind when you said those words."
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 5:31 pm
Odval heaved a great sigh when Kyung spoke to her, and shook her head, almost as if it couldn’t be helped. ”You‘ll find that quite a few things in your life won‘t be necessary.” she smirked, waving off his question. She wasn’t concerned about what this boy thought of her-- not really. He didn’t really have anything over her, after all. She was indeed treating him terribly, but Odval had never made exceptions for little Noble brats.
Her grin revealed traces of Bataar at Kyung’s next comment; it wasn’t the same idiotic look, but for a split-second it was easy to tell that they were closely related. Odval then did something totally unexpected; she pulled Kyung into a hug. It wasn’t a particularly fantastic hug, since it must have been faintly suffocating for the boy to have his face between her over-sized breasts, but it was probably her goal to torture him a little before giving him any information.
”How lovely it is to see my dear nephew after all these years!” she declared, pulling away only to reveal a cold smirk. Bataar looked stupefied, but she ignored him; he could figure it out for himself if she left him alone for a long enough time. ”What was your name again?” she now inquired, caustic as ever.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 5:43 pm
He was terribly confused but mostly irritated. First, this woman had slapped him across the face in the most condescending way ever and now she was hugging him? Or more appropriately, smashing his face into her over-sized breasts. It took a few seconds to realize what was going on and by the time he had taken the initiative to free himself from her grasp, she had already released him.
"Nephew?"
He stared at the woman with an unamused look. Internally, he was debating whether the woman was playing around with him. It was best to proceed with caution.
"My name is-"
"There's no reason for you to give her your name."
The boy turned around and stared at the crimson Lunarian leaning against the wall of his hanok. Just another unwanted visitor. Even more unwanted than the woman who claimed to be Bataar's mother. The leader of the Tae household.
Gaero walked towards Kyung and lifted his son's face upwards in the same manner Odval had, albeit more gently and there was no slap to the face following it. A weathered hand reached up to touch the bright hand print on the boy's face. Gaero turned to Odval, a most fake smile on his face.
"So they say an eye for an eye. Does this mean I get to hit my nephew as well, Odval?"
He laid an eye on Bataar. Maybe a few hits, the youth was beefy. He could handle more than a slap.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 6:02 pm
Odval watched Kyung expectantly, waiting for him to give up his personal information when a voice that irritated her beyond belief found its way to her ears. Her expression hardened almost immediately and she nearly didn’t bother looking up to see its possessor. She known the second she’d spotted her sister’s son that his father might not be far behind, and now all her worst fears were confirmed and-- wait. Fears? Odval Jaoret feared nothing. She was a ruthless b***h, not someone who dreaded the sight of a mere man.
The woman raised her eyes, allowing them to calmly rest upon the form of Gaero. She slowly relaxed her tense muscles, though she watched him like a hawk as he observed his son’s injury. Her green eyes quickly flitted to her alarmed son, and she offered her own faux smile. ”That‘s quite funny of you, Gaero.” she replied, almost sweetly. She didn’t care what he did to Bataar; her son could handle it, but if it was meant to demean her, she wouldn’t take it.
Odval took another good look at the man, her eyes tracing the differences that had been wrought in the many years since they’d last met. ”But it wouldn‘t suit you. Now, since you so rudely interrupted my conversation, what is the boy‘s name?” she gestured to Kyung and her expression hardened; she detested the boy for looking that much like her sister. She wanted to ruin his world, she knew, and it didn’t matter how much effort it took to do that.
”You must be so pleased with how much he looks like that whore.” She offered Gaero a sunny smile.
In the meantime, Bataar was looking from Odval to Gaero, a little more confused than he’d ever been in his life. Gaero was… his uncle? That meant Kyung was his cousin. Bat made a face, not even bothering to look wary as the man threatened to hit him; he knew Odval would probably gouge out an eye from Gaero(not to mention let him borrow a spare purple eye patch) before that was going to happen. His mother had too much pride to let her son take a smack in the face of that nature. Still, he hadn’t a clue what was going on.
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