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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 1:13 pm
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Legend of Lunaria generated a random number between
1 and 11 ...
8!
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 1:15 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] • .................I HAVE NO COMMENT FOR THIS. 8|;;;;
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Legend of Lunaria Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 1:30 pm
Jianyu did not appreciate being pushed into the fountain. Besides the fact that he was not in the slightest bit prepared, and ended up choking on a mouthful of water, it was freezing cold, the icy liquid instantly soaking through Jianyu's clothes beneath his armor. Despite being only about three feet deep, the fountain was nonetheless quite large around and Jianyu pushed himself up, shaking his head. He raised a hand, swiping his sopping hair from his face and glared at Bataar.
"What the hell was that for?" he snapped, spitting out some of the greenish algae that had managed to make it inside of his mouth. Though he could breathe underwater very easily, the shove had caught him off guard. "I was trying to help you, you ridiculous, moronic Mongol!"
Slogging through the water, Jianyu leaned over the edge of the fountain. His fingers closed around Bataar's wrist and with a hard yank, he reeled backwards, pulling the larger man into the fountain with him. There was a tremendous splash as water cascaded over the both of them and over the sides of the fountain, and Jianyu was filled with a slight sense of the fact that a situation quite similar to this one had happened previously. Mainly because it had, only this time they were older and stronger.
Also, Bataar was in a dress, which made things a bit more complicated. Jianyu kicked upwards, attempting to catch the Mongol in the stomach.
"Moron!" he bellowed angrily.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 2:25 pm
Bataar could tell from the splash against his skin that the water was frigid, and grinned, hardly even minding the frou-frou dress he was wearing at this point. He was pleased knowing how pissed off he’d made Jianyu, even if it meant that the other man was sure to try and get back at him now. He wasn’t concerned about the battle that was sure to follow, because Bat liked those sorts of things. He thought Jianyu deserved every bruise he got in this particular fight, too, because it was all the other man’s fault that he’d run into him on the street! Wasn’t it?
So perhaps he wasn’t entirely too bright when it came to predicaments like this, but that was only normal. ”Help? It was more like you were attempting to torture me some more!” So perhaps he was being overly suspicious, but that was characteristic of the hulking Mongol. After all, he and Jianyu fought so much that he couldn’t quite deal with a normal situation coming from the legionnaire. Obviously, he had to have ulterior motives left and right when it came to his dealings with Bataar! There was no other explanation for his being even marginally polite!
Before he knew it, though, the Mongol was pulled directly into the fountain. He spluttered unhappily, trying not to sink completely down into the cold waters. His dress was weighing him down a surprising amount, and he wasn’t sure how to swim with it on. Of course, he was being a little overdramatic, because he was only in a few feet of water, but he was still pissed off and cold and that was all that really mattered at this point in time!
”What did you pull me in for?!” he gasped, narrowly avoiding the blow to his stomach. Clearly, he had already completely lost his bearings.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 2:37 pm
"If I wanted to torture you, I would have stuck your head in a fire!" Jianyu snapped, flipping some of his drenched hair from his face. It kept sticking to his cheeks in long wet strands, and he kept getting a mouthful of the dark locks. Not to mention Bataar's long hair kept getting in his face, and Jianyu shoved him back, aiming - and managing to land - a quick kick to Bataar's side as he pushed away from him.
Sputtering and gasping, he tried to stand up, but his armor was heavy with the added weight of the water, and he was instantly dragged back down. Irritatedly, Jianyu yanked at the straps, unbuckling the thick leather and shoved it off, rolling in the water to free himself of the constraints. Shaking his head briefly, he turned back to look at the Mongol, his eyes narrowed. However, his anger was rapidly replaced with the amusement of seeing a very bedraggled and sopping wet Bataar, red rouge smearing down his cheeks, his eyes dark with the black kohl ringed around them. The bows in his hair were drooping, and his dress kept clinging to him, twisting against his large frame. Jianyu let out a snort of laughter, covering his mouth with his hand.
"Dear goddess," he choked out. "You look absolutely ridiculous in that getup. I can't believe you walked around in public like that."
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 2:51 pm
At the moment, Bataar preferred the idea of his head being stuck in a fire to this. He gasped for air, trying not to let his teeth chatter too much as he shivered. The cold was absolutely harrowing, and he couldn’t much stand it. His fur was certainly of no use in the water, and he was freezing as hell. He glared at Jianyu, ready to crack him over the head with his fist when the other man suddenly landed a kick to his side. ”Ouch, dammit!” he declared, gritting his teeth as he sent a murderous glare in the legionnaire’s direction.
He watched Jianyu remove his armor, grinning. ”Not so hasty. Wait a little before you take the rest off.” he teased, knowing that he would probably get a smack in the face for it. He didn’t care very much about that, however; he could deal with a red mark and a few split seconds of pain. He was used to getting just that from Jianyu. There wasn’t even much use in trying to avoid it at this point in their relationship. They’d grown into an odd sort of love-hate where punches and kicks were not far and in between.
Luckily, Bataar won most of their arguments.
He didn’t feel so much as if he were winning, however, when Jianyu commenting on his(really very stylish) dress. ”Should I have walked around naked? Is that what you wanted?” he demanded with an angry huff, leveling a flat glare in Jianyu’s direction. Unfortunately for his boyfriend, he was going down.
Or so Bataar assumed the moment he threw a punch straight at the other man’s face. He found that a punch to that particular area always served to piss off the legionnaire. There was nothing quite like a good punch in the face, in the Mongolian man’s opinion.
”Take that!”
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 3:09 pm
"OW!" Jianyu let out an undignified screech as the Bataar's fist connected with the side of his face. It sent him rolling sideways, the water slapping against his skin and sending shivers riveting up and down his spine. Reaching up, Jianyu caressed his rapidly bruising cheek and glared mockingly at the Mongol.
"What is it with you and getting naked?" Jianyu shot, getting up onto his knees and hands in the fountain. He was beginning to chill, his wet clothes sticking uncomfortably to his body and it was not exactly a pleasant feeling. This was not the most ideal situation for a fight, especially seeing as how they should have learned from the first time how negative the outcomes from bickering and squabbling in a fountain could be. Not to mention that there were several questioning glances being tossed their way, a few shocked ones, and quite a significant amount of scandalized ones. Jianyu ignored all of them and turned his furious gaze back to the man in question.
"You're the one who's always bringing up getting naked." he goaded, grinning peevishly at the Mongol. "Do you have something to prove, Bataar?"
Lashing out, Jianyu threw himself over Bataar's legs, aiming a punch to the other man's face in the hope's of gaining an advantage over him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:16 pm
Bataar always derived quite a lot of happiness from Jianyu’s suffering. It was possibly sadistic behavior, but given his general disposition it was quite alright. He wasn’t really any sort of cruel; he just adored a good fight. Namely, one where he could win. The fountain was cold, but he would stay in as long as he had to in order to try and beat up Jianyu. Bat’s determination was often derived from the most awful sorts of places—half-killing the legionnaire was one of his best entertainments nowadays. It had been entertaining when they hadn’t been dating, of course, but now it was simply delightful!
In his opinion, the stripping of one’s outfit wasn’t at all problematic. ”I look very nice without clothing.” he huffed, puffing out his chest, his lips pursing. As insecure as he could be sometimes, he tended to be quite confident in his physique. It was a good thing he was about to rip off his dress, too, because whatever Jianyu wanted him to prove, he was more than ready to do it. Beyond that, plenty of people had qualms about fighting enormous naked Mongols in public. The dress just had to go! His buttons popped off as he used his strength in order to tear the clothing to shreds.
”Do you think I have anything to prove?” he asked, flaunting his nakedness. But when Jianyu fell over his legs, he felt flat back into the fountain, gasping as a splash went up and the fountain lost quite a lot of water. Jianyu’s punch to his face hit, but just barely seeing as he’d fallen right over. Whatever the case with the landed punch, it made Bataar angry. He snarled, struggling as much as he could against the legionnaire. If he was lucky, the fighting would die down a little simply because he had once again ripped his clothes off in the fountain.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:28 pm
Somewhat flustered by the fact that he had thrown himself at a naked man - namely the man that he was, in fact, dating - Jianyu's fist missed most of its target, instead sideswiping the Mongol's face. He knelt on top of Bataar's bare legs, folding his arms across his chest as he glared down at him.
"What in Lunaria's name did you do that for?" Jianyu snapped in exasperation, water dripping from his wet hair down the back of his neck. He His cheeks felt slightly flushed as he tried to keep his gaze on Bataar's face, rather than on the somewhat perfect body of his. "Haven't I told you more than once that you are quite well-formed and have no need to prove anything? I was simply trying to make the statement that you are an idiot. And my point is proven by teh fact that you have, once again, taken off your clothes in the middle of a public fountain. Have you no shame, man?!"
Bataar was still struggling beneath him, growling like a wild animal. Jianyu caught both of his wrists in his hands, snarling back angrily as they pushed against one another. There was a sudden jerk, and Jianyu fell sideways, Bataar half on top of him. He let out a grunt of irritation, shoving his knee into the Mongol's chest in an effort to move him off.
"Damn...b*****d!" he coughed out, spitting water.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 5:41 pm
Why had Bataar taken his clothing off, anyway? It was a hard question to answer, but he supposed he ought to take a shot at it. ”Well, my clothes were very wet, you see, because someone pulled me into a fountain.” he replied haughtily, looking quite unconcerned. He had absolutely no shame, it was true, especially when it came to his well-formed body. Tengri had gifted Bat with his sculpted frame, and he was currently using it to his advantage. The usually-oblivious Mongol was beginning to realize a few things, after all, and a lot of it had to do with others’ reactions to his physique. And yes, he was still childish enough to be a show-off.
The wrestling match that ensued was quite hectic, but the Mongolian man knew when he had triumphed over the legionnaire. That was because he was on top now, and in his mind he had complete control of their battle at this point. He simply grinned down at Jianyu, quite pleased with his efforts. It was strange, but taking off his clothing seemed to work every damn time on the other man! It was nice to know that he had something he could constantly win with, even if it was simply the look of his body.
Now, it was time to seal his victory… with a kiss. The Mongol ignored the fact that he was probably jostling Jianyu quite uncomfortably as he leaned down to press his lips to the other man’s. He fancied himself to be a good kisser in any case, if a little suffocating at the same time. It didn’t matter though, because he was going to win, and he knew it, and Jianyu would know it. The knee to his chest was practically nothing, and hardly deterred him from his triumph.
In Bataar’s mind, he was always a winner and all, but it was nice when it actually happened. ”In your face!” he declared, pulling back from the kiss and throwing in a punch lightly at Jianyu’s stomach for good measure.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:05 pm
It was rather disparaging to know that no matter how much he pushed, no matter how many times he shoved, no matter how many thrusts of his knee into Bataar's stomach, he could not get the muscular Lunarian off of him. Jianyu was overwhelmed with frustration as his hands pressed firmly against Bataar's very solid chest in an effort to at least move him slightly. But he would not budge.
"I pulled you into the fountain because someone pushed me in first, if you recall!" Jianyu growled. "Now, get off of me you - !"
His words were lost the moment Bataar's lips touched his. Jianyu's eyes flew open and shock as his face flushed a bright scarlet and for a moment he couldn't think. Bataar almost never kissed him; it was always the other way around, always him who took the lead and showed any affection. But Bataar's kiss was unexpectedly passionate, unexpectedly breathtaking, and Jianyu was finding it difficult to draw air. His fingers clenched and unclenched against the Mongol's chest, his vision going in and out until finally Bataar pulled away. But by that time Jianyu's lungs were heaving for breath, and he barely registered the Mongol's triumphant cheer.
Damn it, he thought vaguely as he fell into blackness. I lost.
Again.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:20 pm
He was more than a little happy knowing that he was the conqueror in this situation. It was nice to know that he was good at something, even if he couldn’t do many other functional activities; reading, writing, and cooking were all trumped by his ability to carry out a good fight. His body was made for nothing but this, and he knew it! He refused to accept any other realities, and was thoroughly happy that he’d gotten so many chances to kick Jianyu’s a** so thoroughly. Bataar was practically in heaven every time they go to rough-house, and he made no effort to hide his sentiments on the matter.
”Why would I get off? I’m the winner!” he declared, looking quite proud of himself and ignoring the many awkward stares they were both getting from bystanders. The people watching were starting to break up now, however, as if they’d gotten their fill of naked Mongol for the month. It wasn’t uncharacteristic for Bat to somehow end up without his clothing, as he was completely shameless about it; what reason did he have to clothe his perfect body, anyway? None! Everyone deserved to see something so utterly artful, in Bataar’s opinion. His body defined him!
He hadn’t been expecting Jianyu to pass out, however, and he stared blankly at the other man before choosing to take action. It wasn’t that hard to clamber out of the fountain, sling the legionnaire over his shoulder, and trot to his yurt—all the while butt-naked. More than a few people got to see more of Bataar than they’d ever wanted(well, maybe they had wanted it a little, but not randomly on the street!) to see, although even the Mongol was discreet enough to take many of the backstreets and alleys as opposed to strutting around. It wasn’t out of modesty, though. He just didn’t want to be caught by anymore stylists.
He had definitely won!
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