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 Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 8:38 am
  This is a private roleplay between Sara [biki] and Bataar [kaya], please do not post! SettingSome time has passed since their last meeting and Sara comes to catch up with her Hero.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 9:02 am
Her training methods were interesting to say the least, sometimes the young Mongol swore she was making her do things for reasons that were not practical beyond the women's own entertainment. Though she dare not say that out loud, one thing she had learned fast was never answer back and never let her know she was getting to you (or else she would make your life hard). She had been so busy with the big busted Lunarian that she did not have much free time and it had been quite a while since she had found herself in the company of her teachers son. Now however seemed like a ideal time to visit him, after all she had some good news and she wanted someone to celebrate it with.
Finding his Yurt was not tricky, she had come to be friends with most of the lost spirits in the forest and after some questioning she got a rough idea of where he was. She came in the afternoon, after her session with her new Mistress had ended. Sara was knackered to be honest, her eyes were heavy from lack of sleep and she had many bruises and scratches from activities she had to undergo, none of which she would really like mention to anyone. The women was not one to under-work you that was for sure. Ironically in this time Sara had started to change, maybe it was because her teenage years were almost behind her but she had started to look older. One spirit joked that clearly Odval's breasts were so impressive that they had forced her own little rose buds to grow so they were not shamed. If only you could hit spirits, they knew you could not do anything to them so some of them took that as a invitation to pick on her whenever they wanted.
Her hair had grown too and thanks to Van the marks on her face were almost hidden, the women was a miracle worker with a comb and had really helped her regain a little confidence. Sara was actually surprised about how fewer people actually knew she had them, it just showed her how immature she had been when she first got them. She was not going to make a big deal about them but at the same time she was not going to be too bothered if people knew. It was just another part of who she was now and people could make there own mind up about her. She was no pretty priestess but at least she was not a little girl either.
It was not long before she came to the home of the one and only, seeing the tent in a clearing. She dare not enter mainly due to the fact that if her Hero would parade around naked in the open she had no doubt he was not scared about taking comfort in his own home. "Knock, Knock Hero. You have company!" She shouted with a small chuckle, he did not have a door you could tap on so she suposed the best thing to do was make enough noise to get his attention and summon him from his cave. [ After all she did still think of him as a bear! ]
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 9:39 am
Bataar's life had not been quite so eventful in the months since they'd last met. Certainly, there had been more fights, and more wounds and bruises and such but the passage of days and weeks had no made the man so very different. He'd moved around the forest a little bit in the time that had passed but his yurt was always generally in the same area. Currently he was inside, poring over a battle diagram with some determination-- luckily, it had no writing on it, and merely identified nobles from legionnaires through a series of red and blue symbols. He traced his finger over the parchment thoughtfully, biting his lip and jumped immediately at the sound of Sara's voice, throwing the paper across his yurt, and already halfway unsheathing his sword.
He put the sword back quickly and exited the tent, glancing around curiously. Only one person called him "Hero," after all. The person he saw, however, was not the same person he'd expected. If he saw her daily, it would not have been as odd to note the many changes the girl had undergone-- surely she was even close to graduation, at this point. "Sara?" he asked, although he knew it was her.
It was just strange to be able to detect so many differences, he supposed. "Hello." he greeted her, and might have offered her a hug had he not been marveling at how damned different she was now. He wondered if it extended mentally, and immediately felt a bit on the shy side, wondering why she'd come and knowing that his mother had probably been pummeling her. "You've... changed." Bat commented, scratching his head and feeling himself normalize again to some extent. He guessed he'd wait and see why she was here, first of all. Maybe she couldn't find Odval or something like that.
"And I see you've gotten over your hideous facial scars, too." he added, grinning to reveal the fact that he was joking(and hoping that she wouldn't, y'know, burst into tears thinking he was serious or something).
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 10:21 am
"I hope I am not disturbing anything important." She bowed her head as she started to approach him. She could not stop smiling, it was so nice to see someone familiar.
She nodded slightly as he mentioned the fact she had changed. "Haha, I know right? Hopefully all for the better." Odval usually commented on her skinny little legs but those insults seemed to have stopped since she had put on a little weight, she was not fat but she had more of a shape, she looked more like a Mongol and less like a stick insect. She shook her head a little. "You have not changed much, still the strong, muscular hero as always." She stated wondering over and putting a hand on his arm, she still could not fit her fingers around his biceps, she doubted she ever would be able to. Bataar was a the most muscular man she had ever met.
She sighed and rested her hand on her hip, rolling her eyes. "Come on now, thats not very nice! I suppose I just realised you were right... I will never be as bad as you in that department; Bataar, the king of battle scars. You should really not get hit so much, then you would not have as many." She taunted him with a small smile, anyone else she might have got annoyed with but not him. She smirked, around strangers she was still the same shy girl she had always been but around people like Bat, who she already felt close to she had found a new freedom to be herself. "Besides I have not been attacked since the last time we met, I am sure that means when people notice them they think; 'we better not mess with her, she looks like she has been in a few scraps'." She added with a small chuckle shaking her head and looking up at him, even though she had grown a little he still towered her. Thankfully not many people had noticed them, she was grateful her hair grew fast.
"Now why don't you stop pointing out my bodily imperfections and give a old friend a hug?" She asked holding her arms open slightly, she had missed him, his bluntness, their conversations, she was just glad to see him again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 11:21 am
He couldn't say he'd actually been disturbed by the visit. Bat had just about memorized the diagram he'd been studying, in any case. He knew that beyond this point he was beyond most rapid change-- unless, of course, one counted the possibility of becoming a Tenryujin. "Hopefully." he replied, noting that her hand was still tiny in comparison to any of his muscles. It was nice to have a visitor, at the very least, especially seeing as he seemed to see fewer and fewer people that he considered himself as being close with now that he was a captain. Many of his friends from the academy had all but disappeared, and a few of them must be dead by now-- that was the price Lunarians paid for this war.
Bataar sighed dramatically as she commented on his scars, shaking his head. "I assure you, I've dealt out far more blows than I've ever had to deal with." he responded simply, wondering if there was anything he ought to be doing to accommodate her. Visitors, as he'd reflected before, were indeed unusual in these parts and his yurt was, as usual, a bit of an explosive sort of mess full of laundry that needed doing and furs that ought to have been piled a lot more neatly than they were.
"Oh, sure." he snorted, sitting down at last upon a wide tree stump. Scars could be intimidating, but he wasn't about to draw that conclusion when it came to Sara. As much as she'd grown, she still failed to strike fear into his soul, in any case. "That's so likely." Sarcasm had been in order, but it wasn't the particularly condescending sort.
Bat drew his knife and started carving at his nails as they continued to speak, looking fairly nonchalant. "Hugs are for women." he pointed out, not in the mood for rising from his seat. "Besides, I've got a knife out." he added, waving around the gleaming hunk of metal to assert his point. As mature as he'd grown thus far he was still touchy about acting as manly as was humanly possible, although he'd gotten past the point of absolutely declaring this and tended more to imply it now.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 1:14 pm
She rested the other hand on her hip and rolled her eyes again as he spoke, clearly hugs were too much of a feminine activity for him to take part in. "I am a women Hero. I did not know you lost man points for showing affection to girls. Either way if you prefer we could great each other in a more manly way, but I am afraid I am not very masculine and do not know of the customs of men." She stated looking up at him and flicking her hair over her shoulder, long teal stands flowing down her back. It was thick and dark, at times it looked black however it shined with a green oil like tinge.
She looked at the knife for a moment and then nodded, the light reflecting off of it and into her eyes, making her squint slightly. "Indeed you do, however I know you would not let me come to harm, or your mother might stop torturing me and go back to bothering you." She joked, she was all for joking about his mother when she was not around, she knew that he knew she did not mean it. As much as she did not always agree with her training methods she looked up to Odval as a strong female mentor. She still feared her but respected her even more. One day she could only wish to be as wise and powerful as she.
"Anyway I have come with news, I am graduating soon and when I do I fully attend to celebrate, so be warned one of these days I will be pulling you from the comfort of your lovely home. Who knows you might even enjoy yourself." She added with a small smile prodding his knee gently to make the point hit home.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 1:50 pm
Bataar carefully tied his knife back onto his waist and wondered absently if Odval had sent Sara in order to spy on him. He was perfectly aware that the girl may have come of her own volition, but with Odval as teacher and mistress that was really no telling. It was something that he really wouldn’t put past his mother, in any case. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d done something of the sort. His mother could be unpredictable at the best of times and rarely took any opporunity for granted. He doubted she’d think Sarangerel terribly capable of spying, but it would be good to have his guard up. It was always good to suspect Odval.
He snorted at her comment, shaking his head a little. ”Elaborate greetings are not in order.” he replied dismissively, thinking that he was terribly excited for the Project Runway episode tonight in a totally non-homosexual sort of way. ”What have you been up to with Odval, anyway?” he asked, standing again as if requiring activity of some sort as they conversed. He settled with neatening a stack of firewood he’d cut earlier in the day for both cooking and stockpiling for the upcoming winter.
It was his turn to roll his eyes this time. "But you never know, do you? Surely Odval taught you that." he responded drily, pausing to to remove a splinter from the pad of his thumb and then resuming his activity. Chances were Odval would just find someone else to train in her supreme boredom-- entertaining herself tended not to work out very well in as far as Bat knew. Luckily, she didn't think he was quite as fun to mess around with these days and generally left him alone. Generally. Unless she sent a spy, he added mentally, shooting a covert glance to the object in question.
He nodded as she declared that she'd be graduating soon, but didn't quite see where he was supposed to fit into the equation. "Alright then." Bat said, clearly not one to realize he'd been invited to attend anything even marginally celebratory. With any luck he'd be here, in his yurt, doing whatever he did when he wasn't training or attempting to feed himself.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 2:14 pm
She let him get up and wonder as she stayed slouched on the ground. "How about you? What have you been up to whilst I have been slaving away." She asked twirling some hair around her finger, her bright eye looking at him from under the long strands of her fringe. She watched him move around, even for him he was being quite quiet. "You seem awfully unsettled." She commented, more of a statement to herself than it was a question to him. Maybe she had come at a bad time.
She sighed slightly before feeling water on her face, she blinked and looked to the greyish sky. It looked like it might start raining, well wasn't that a downer? She closed her eyes and tilted her head towards the sky feeling one drop after another hit her bare skin, it was cold but quite refreshing. She did not mind the rain and in fact quite liked being outside whilst it was raining. She looked back over in his direction and smirked. "I did not know we were in for rain, I wonder if a storm might be coming. Its been a while since we had a good thunder storm to watch." She giggled a little. "Maybe we should get the wood inside before it really starts, wet wood is no good for anything." She commented.
Finally she decided to stand up and brush off the dirt of her clothes. Wondering over to him to see what he wanted to do. "That is if you do not mind me hanging around a little longer, truth is I missed you and just wanted to talk again. You know?" She added in a sincere tone.✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:16 pm
Bataar shrugged and snorted rather simultaneously as he listened to what Sara had to say. "Well, there's not much that I know of shamanistic training." he admitted, rolling his shoulders and frowning up at the sky. His mother had found out quite early that he would not be any use as a soul conduit and had made sure he'd be quite the warrior instead. For that, he knew he should have been grateful although Odval had been on his case ever since, making sure he was doing exactly what she wanted and, he was sure, sometimes extensively examining his various friendships to make sure he wasn't siding with the legionnaires.
Sarangerel was lucky she was Mongolian, or so he hoped-- there was no telling if Odval's training was sincere, given that the girl was a legionnaire. He rubbed his chin but did not reveal any of his suspicions. That was his mother's business-- not his. Bat was fully prepared to stay out of it if anything of the sort did happen to reveal itself. What Odval did was, as far as he was concerned, beyond his jurisdiction completely. There was just no telling.
"Working on a few strategies." he replied, pushing his bangs out of his face. "And I don't feel particularly unsettled." he added as lightly as he could. This was, he supposed, more of who he was nowadays in any case. Bataar had certainly become much more pensive over the years. Besides, he kept having bad dreams-- dreams where he could barely walk five feet without collapsing to his knees, panting. Maybe it was the sleep-loss, because the dreams were repetitive.
Immediately as he felt rain drops he snatched up the wood, placing it just inside the entrance of his yurt. "Thunder?" he asked a bit uneasily, wincing as he heard low rumbles in the distance. "It's Tengri." he spoke in a hushed, almost reverent sort of tone. Another thing Odval had taught him was to respect the gods, and he did so when reminded-- especially in the case of thunder. All Mongols ought to fear Tengri's wrath.
"It's best not to stay out if there's going to be a storm." he added, opening the flap to his yurt and gesturing for her to enter. He didn't mind her visiting, and he'd just have to deal with the thunder. It was, after all, manly to be afraid of thunder.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:38 pm
She watched as he wondered away from her. He said that he was not unsettled but something deep down told her he was lying, he just had this restlessness about him. Though she thought it smart to keep her mouth shut, he was not going to tell her anything that he did not want to. "I guess your right." She nodded as she wondered over to the open passage into his home, she would not have minded to stay out a little longer, however if he wanted to go inside she was up for it. Maybe it would give them a chance to talk more. Though she had a feeling that the storm might make him even more distant, she could already hear rumbling in the skies.
She went into his Yurt and looked around, a small smirk creeping onto her lips. "As organised as I remember, you really should keep your home cleaner. I could help with that if you want, I actually like cleaning." She added as she grabbed some clothes off of the floor and threw them in a pile so all his laundry was together. You could tell that this was the home of a single man for sure.She listened to the droplets of rain on his roof, it was almost like a beating drum.
Bat seemed to be worried when she mentioned the thunder. Sara knew only little about the God's and did not know enough of them to fear their wrath. Thunder was something which never bothered her and even though she would never fear it, she knew that if it was something to cause such concern then she would have to learn to try and calm the God's. I am sure with all the dances his mother had been teaching her, one of them must be to please them.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 4:22 pm
Bataar had not known much about war strategies himself when he'd been at the stage Sarangarel was now. As a student, he hadn't really known very much about anything, now that he thought about it. He was still illiterate, even. How he'd graduated, he would never know, but it probably had something to do with the classes involving physical exercise and hand-to-hand combat. "Well, I wouldn't even show a lesser noble any of the strategies, to be honest. I know you mean no harm, but it's not something you'll even ever have to deal with in all probability." he admitted, rubbing his face and seating himself atop a comfortable-looking pile of furs.
He frowned as the thunder sounded again, holding his hands together as he listened. It was at least a decent distraction to have Sara here chattering away. "Cleaning's a waste of my time." he muttered, glaring at the towering pile of dirty clothing sitting a few feet away from him. It was true that the man was a lot cleaner now than he had been as a student or a fighter, but hygiene and cleanliness was never quite going to come naturally to him.
Laundry aside, he thought his yurt actually looked halfway decent. Furs were piled about haphazardly and the corner with the food actually looked rather neat and nearly safe. Cleaning was a waste of his time... but was it Sara's? He surveyed her surreptitiously, idly wondering if Odval had sent her to check and see if his yurt was filthy or not. If she went away with a bad report, well... he could count on his yurt disappearing completely one day. Odval wasn't afraid to pull tricks like that on her own son.
Thunder sounded again, closer this time, and he flinched, wondering why Sara wasn't following suit. "You're not afraid of thunder?" he asked, incredulous, unaware that she'd probably never even heard Tengri's name. All Mongols were afraid of thunder.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 4:47 pm
She looked around his home for a moment, her eyes searching for something. "Do you have a water pot in here somewhere? I am going to do some laundry whilst we wait for the storm to pass." She added, thinking she might as well make herself useful, if he thought it was a waste of time then she would do it, because she knew it would not get done if she did not. She wanted him to live comfortably and she was always up to helping a friend, cleaning was something she did almost automatically because she had done it for so long. at home and at the temple. It was rather soothing to her.
When he asked if she was scared of thunder she turned around to face him, tilting her head. "No. I think its beautiful in a way." It was so powerful and bright, the way it ran down the sky gave her goosebumps. She used to sit at her window at night and listen to the chorus of the thunder, her heart beating fast in her chest. Maybe back then she was a little frightened however she grew out of it like she had done many of her other fears like incests and mice.
"You have to remember even though I want to convert I was not raised like you, my family lost their routes a long time ago. I just want to plant them again." She stated with a small smile, when she had some water she would sit with him, she was already intruding his space - she wanted to at least feel useful. "Are you afraid Hero?" She asked in a soft voice, she was by no means mocking him and she hoped that showed. Sara was never one to make fun of another's fears, she had many of her own. ✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 5:07 pm
Even Bataar, who could be relied on to be fairly sexist, had to bat a lash at that comment. "You think so?" he asked, continuing to lounge on the pile of furs. It actually hadn't been that long since he'd figured out normal women were expected to do these things, which he'd actually found rather funny-- Odval did what she had to, but no more than that. She certainly didn't think it was her responsibility to cook for, or clean up after, the rest of the world. Beyond that, this dispelled any fears he had that Sara was supposed to be spying on him for his mother, since Odval would have much preferred it if he'd been in a situation where he had to suffer through, say, cleaning by himself.
He gestured to a large bucket near the entrance of the yurt and grimaced. Laundry had to be one of his least favorite things in the world-- rain was usually the remedy, so long as it wasn't thundering too badly. "You have fun with that." he said, although he looked faintly repulsed. He would never offer to do someone else's laundry. It was akin to slavery, in the behemoth's opinion. He simply didn't realize that most people didn't quite think the same as he did.
Then again, Sarangerel might be crazy. She thought thunder was beautiful. "Thunder is the anger of Tengri, god of the sky." he explained, edgily looking towards the entrance of the yurt yet again as he heard the rain begin to pour. That wasn't the sort of storm he ever wanted to get caught in, truthfully. The visibility out there was likely extremely low, too. In short, this was terrible weather to spar in or to try and have a battle in and he was glad he was at home instead of caught outside like a wet rat.
"Every Mongol is afraid of thunder." he replied, nodding. Afraid and, he had to say, not really worried. This wasn't one of those fears which wounded his pride too terribly, especially since it had direct ties to his religion. Even his damned mother appeared to be somewhat afraid of thunder, although she was more likely to outwardly deny it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 5:35 pm
She chuckled slightly, not at what he said but how it sounded. All Mongol's were scared of thunder, which meant she clearly was not one of them. "Well my Hero, we always said I was special, I have to be a special Mongol not to fear thunder." She stated looking over at him with soft eyes. She had dark eyelashes which made them looked paler than they were, her pupils were faint ad ghost like. Maybe that was one of the reason's why people were scared of her as a child, they looked so mystic, almost dead in a way. Even more so her scars could be seen because she was leant over the bucket slightly, she was not scared of him seeing them. He would not judge her. He was always so nice.
She then went back to cleaning, rubbing the clothes against a sponge to get the dirt out of them. "I wonder what had made Tengri so angry." She mumbled to herself, the God's were something her and her mistress had not talked about much. "I guess I still have a lot to learn." She added with a small sigh. She was trying her best to learn, she really was. Thinking the conversation a little too serious she decided to change the topic, if he was scared she knew that she needed to distract him, she wanted to help. "So, how long have you been a Captain? You seem older than most my friends. I do not think your thirty though.... Maybe... Mid-twenties perhaps?" She asked with a small smirk, hoping that she would not offend him by that. At the end of the day he was a big boy, he could handle a little bit of bullying. ✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 6:47 pm
Bataar, having been used to being surrounded by rather independent women for his entire life, was somewhat confused. "So because of that you feel obligated to?" he asked, finding himself rather curious indeed. Defined gender roles weren't something he subscribed to, although he was a fairly typical(if overly muscular) man. after having spent so much time around his mother and in the imperial city where most females he knew were aspiring fighters he couldn't say he understood. "I don't think you should." Well, he was alright with his laundry being done and all, but otherwise it just didn't seem right.
The thunder thing was a different subject entirely. "You should learn to fear your gods." he responded, as if that sort of thing ought to be obvious to any aspiring Mongolian. His father had been especially ardent about this, and had schooled him in many forms of Mongolian lore. Such lessons had been important to Bataar and were even more dear to him after he'd come to the Imperial City. Once most people figured out that he'd never learned to read they hadn't bothered much with him, thinking that it made him stupid or idiotic, but he actually did have some uncultivated intelligence on his side.
He listened to another crack of thunder and shook his head. "I'm not sure." he replied, frowning. Tengri seemed to grow angry rather spontaneously, in any case. Thunderstorms were too frequent for Bat to ever truly be comfortable. It was true that Sara had a lot to learn about Mongols. She may have been one in name, but clearly it was going to take a lot of work to truly assimilate her to the culture.
He tilted his head as she asked him about his age, taking a moment to think-- was he still twenty-five? No. "I'm twenty-six. I've been a captain for a year or two." he said, twirling his braid around his finger absently as he watched her work on the laundry. It would be nice to have some clean clothing, at the very least.
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