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 Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:45 pm
  This is a private roleplay between Kiran [Kazu-Chan] and Yue Lao [Face Your Demons].
Setting:
Residential side-streets.
Yue Lao is in a horrible mood, and eager to vent; she runs into Kiran, how will he handle her temper?
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:47 pm
The pane of glass was shattered by her feet. She stared at it, panting, not blinking, her knuckles bloody. Yue Lao felt confused, and angry. She felt like tearing things apart; nothing ever upset her this much. She crouched on the ground, her monkey-fist meteor hammer slung over one shoulder. Her face contorted into a grimace, and then her shoulders shook. Her fingers raked the ground, disturbing the gravel. It was dark out already, the storm clouds making the day end prematurely. She didn't know what to do about it. About anything. What was the most important rule? Love breaks what can otherwise bend, love obscures what is otherwise clear. Falling in love is taboo. If she couldn't even keep promises to herself, what was there to do? Not to mention Yowai Hone knew, and had told her not to just stop talking to Jianyu because of that. Not to lie about what had gone on.
Yue was angry at pretty much everything. She got to her feet, dropping the gravel, her hands gritty. She made sure the monkey fist was secured on her shoulder and started to wander down the deserted path, winding through the streets. It was a long walk, waiting for the storm to start, frustrated that the rain clouds wouldn't just give in on their promise. She dragged her feet as she walked and eventually she started to swing the monkey fist idly, practicing. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as the bone-crunch of hand-to-hand combat, and it wasn't even remotely satisfying without something to hit.
Just then, Yue would have craved physical affection, if she wasn't so busy wanting to pummel something to a pulp. Pretty much anything would do. She glared down the street, then up at the sky. "If you're going to rain, just rain!" Yue shouted into the clouds, "It's no use to anyone to just sit there, threatening a storm and never delivering."
Admittedly, she looked a little crazy, standing there. It didn't much matter. Lately, she had felt out of her mind. She kept shutting herself away and ignoring even the moon. It felt like being someone else. Like being trapped in a body she couldn't move of her own will, or being chained down by her insecurity. It felt like so many things at once. Finally, she felt like she needed to do something insane, to break the chains that bound her. She wanted to be herself again. She wanted to laugh, and not care, and let it rain if it was going to rain. Not worry like this.
With her mind focused on that, fuming as she stalked down the streets, she didn't realize she was heading towards areas which were more Noble in nature. Winding, winding through the roads, she got lost, and couldn't even bring herself to care about that. It was blind rage which kept her going, and as she turned a corner, there seemed to be the shadow of someone ahead of her. She swung her meteor hammer in a wider arc and then lowered it, resting it on her shoulder. She was about to scream at it, but for a moment she thought it a bad idea.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 3:08 pm
Kiran bit into the pork bun that he had bought off a vendor on his way home. The sun had set hours ago, and he knew his mother would yell at him for being out late and skipping dinner. But who could really blame him for that last part? There were only so many nearly inedible meals a person could stand in their lifetime.
It wasn't his plan to stay out so late, not that his mother would care about that. He sighed, pausing in his stroll to glance up at the stormy clouds overhead. It was bound to rain at any moment, though it seemed content enough to wait a while longer. Kiran didn't mind a bit of rain, but if he entered the house soaking wet and dripping water everywhere, it would add to his mother's fury. He shook his head. Sometimes it felt like that no matter what he did, his mother would find some fault in it and use it as an excuse to yell at him. Maybe she just enjoyed getting angry and yelling for no reason.
Kiran laughed at that thought, as true as it seemed. The laugh died quickly as his ear fins twitched. They picked up on a sound behind him, a shuffling of feet. Whoever it was, they didn't seem to care much for stealth. Kiran turned slowly, his gaze sweeping over the area for whomever lurked in the shadows cast over the street. "Who's there?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 8:47 am
The laughter alarmed her. It reminded Yue Lao of… She couldn’t quite place it, consumed by her rage. When she approached, however, it was clear. Kiran. Some distant part of her, the real Yue Lao beyond whatever was bothering her at the time, warned her to stop. That Kiran was a friend, that she didn’t want to hurt him, that she cared for him. Even if he did get weird around Jianyu.
Jianyu’s name flared her temper again, and her doubts were erased. She stepped out of the shadows where she had been walking, and shifted her monkey fist on her shoulder. “Me, fiend. What’s it to you?” Yue’s voice sounded weird, even to her. Although she had used their normal term of endearment, it didn’t sound as soft as it usually did.
The hair around her face was free of its braid in wisps and the braid looked either like it had been hastily made, or like it hadn’t been remade in a while. Her eyes had dark hollows under them, and her normally sun-kissed skin looked more like dull hide. The glow she seemed to thrive on, that drunken aura of being content with herself—where had it gone? Stolen away by her worries about Jianyu. Stolen by her inability to be herself, and how much that bothered her. She knew it was wrong to harass Kiran this way, but she wanted to pick a fight. To let some of this anger go. She couldn’t fight Jianyu, but she could certainly try to fight Kiran.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 3:19 pm
Kiran waited with tense muscles as he searched the shadows. But they were far too dark and kept the mysterious person hidden in their black blanket. His hands were raised at the ready, in case the person stalking him in the shadows tried a quick attack. He couldn't remember angering anyone recently. At least, not anyone that might follow him and try to get the jump on him. Maybe that guard that had chased Yue and him from the fountain, but he hadn't seen that guard since their fast getaway.
Then there was movement. Someone stepped out of the shadows and into the soft moonlight beyond them. Kiran shifted back a step then stopped. He sighed in relief as his body relaxed. "Yue! You had me worried there for a moment," he said with humor in his voice. "I thought you were some kind of stalker about to attack me."
Kiran smiled at her, but it stick long on his face. He had gotten used to her little nickname of fiend for him. Her words weren't want made him pause. It was the way she spoke. There was an odd tone in her voice that he hadn't before heard from her.
"Hey, is everything okay?" Kiran asked as he moved closer to her.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:19 am
Yue Lao's face broke into a grimace, something between a sob and laughter. The situation seemed like she should laugh; she knew that in her normal mood, in their usual interactions, she would have. She would have said something back, like Stalker? Of course! But an attack wasn't what I had in mind... and she would wiggle her eyebrows suggestively. That wasn't the case this time around. She swiped angrily at her wispy hair and shifted her monkey fist on her shoulder again. The rope knot pressed against her thigh, irritating her further. Every contact seemed to irritate her.
Kiran looked like he always did, though. She was just so frustrated, so angry. She hanged her head and balled her fists up as Kiran approached her, shifting her feet to a more comfortable stance. No, everything was not okay. Why would he ask that? Why would he be that stupid? Yue's eyes flashed with irritation. She was mad, Yowai had scolded her, she didn't know what to do about anything. She was just a stupid academy student, with no skills to speak of. Even brewing seemed like a far-off pleasure from a dream.
"No," she said, "everything is not okay.," Her shoulders heaved and she shook with anger. Yue took a step towards Kiran and without unfolding her fists, got close enough to lean her head against his shoulder. Her face was still locked in a grimace, and her muscles tense. This moment of tenderness couldn't negate the pent-up anger she was already feeling. Even his kindness couldn't ease her temper, something abnormal for Yue Lao. So abnormal that it would likely never happen again.
Normally, she would get defensive over people she loved. She never lashed out at those same individuals. This time would likely be her first and last outburst... but it was far from over. "I feel like I'm caged, like my ankle's chained to the ground. I don't want to be stuck like this any more, fiend," Yue added, mumbling into his shoulder, "I don't know anything at all."
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 4:05 pm
Even before she spoke, Kiran could tell something wasn't quite right. He wasn't always the sharpest person when it came to recognizing how another person is feeling. But even he could sense the anger and frustration radiating from Yue's body. This was such a change from their previous encounter that Kiran had trouble processing it. What had happened?
When she leaned her head against his chest, Kiran tentatively wrapped an arm around her, supporting her. Her body felt tense under his hold. He kept his hold loose in case she fought him. He was used to the joking girl that he had met on the rooftop. But angry? Kiran didn't seem to handle angry women well, if his constant arguments with his mother proved anything.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" He winced at how lamed that sounded. But he wasn't sure what else he could offer her at the moment? What words helped when someone was this angry? He wasn't even sure what she was so upset about. "Maybe if you told me about what happened, it would help?" Talking about things usually helped, right? At least, he thought it was supposed to.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 11:30 am
Yue Lao didn't do anything as he moved to hold her. She breathed: evenly, slowly. Her face was warm and she felt like if she could just cry, she could let go of all the hatred she felt, all the anger. She was overwhelmed by everything she felt, to the point that it choked her. That was what this was all about. Yue Lao was overwhelmed. It took a lot to overwhelm her, but... the falling in love when she had thought herself incapable, the fight in the alley, trying to swallow her feelings and bury them deep. Everything was too much. Too unlike her. She wanted to live simply again, unfettered by the feelings and wants of others. Yue didn't know what to do.
In the end, it made sense that she was only good at the one thing. At first, Yue sagged against his shoulder in defeat, as he asked if he could help. That kindness, it seemed... was it real? All her emotions resurfaced when he asked her to talk about it.
"You want me to talk about it? When has talking ever helped anything? Words are just words, fiend. I would rather beat it out of me than talk it out," she said, pushing away from him forcefully. She stood regarding him, her braid a mess, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes were slits, not in joy or her drunken glow, but a cold contemplation. An aggressive light flickered behind them, and she gripped her monkey fist.
"I wonder... fiend, could you destroy that? Are you strong enough to fight me and cut my ties?" She rocked back and forth and grasped her monkey fist in one hand, feeling its rope knots like the twists in her braid. The rope was coarse; it had built calous on her hands. She played with it idly as she watched him, taking a step back towards the shadows of the wall.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 12:35 pm
Confusion. That seemed to be the lingering state that Kiran couldn't shake. One moment, he thought Yue was responding to his hug, calming in her unusual rage. But then she shoved him, and he stumbled at the sudden movement before catching his balance again. Had his actions been wrong in this situation? He wasn't used to comforting others, aside from his sister, who usually responded well to his hugs. When confronted by someone throwing angry, aggressive words at him, his usual reaction was to snap back at them. But they weren't friends. Yue was.
Hurt and Anger. It exploded in him suddenly, drowning out his confusion. Why was he the target of her rage? It didn't matter in the end though. "If that's what you want," he shouted, fists clenching tightly at his sides. "If beating it out of you is what I have to do, then I will!" Yue wasn't like his sister. Hugs and words hadn't helped to calm her anger or comfort her.
Destroy? Kiran didn't understand what she meant by that. What "that" was he supposed to destroy? What ties was he supposed to cut? He didn't know, but it felt like a challenge. He lowered a dark look on Yue as he raised his arms out before him. "Come at me and find out just how strong I am," Kiran offered coldly. His muscles felt tense as he watched her, waiting for any sign that Yue was about to attack. He never imagined that he would ever have to fight Yue. But he wasn't one to back down from a challenge when he strength was called into question.
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