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 Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 10:55 am
  This is a private roleplay between Sara [biki] and Bataar [kaya], please do not post! SettingNo, really, you'd better not do that.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 11:05 am
Bataar walked slowly in the direction of Sarangerel's ger, hoping he wasn't being watched. He had not gone out of his way to see the soul conduit since their last confrontation and, as such, his confidence was flagging. He knew full well that he ought to not be treating her as if she were a child, but it was hard-- he had, after all, known her when she was just a student. The man had been torn, too. He did, after all, consider Sara to be a friend.
In any case, Bat's feet had carried him here before he'd even realized it, and he stood outside the door, looking peeved with himself. Finally, he tapped the door, looking up at the sky pleadingly. He half-hoped that Sara would fail to answer, or that she would be out. It would be safer for both of them that way, although Bataar would continue to feel awkward about things until they had been resolved. He was not sure, however, how simply a resolution would come in this situation, especially as they both had extremely different opinions when it came to this. They would surely disagree again.
Bat was here, though, and that ought to have meant more than enough, even if he himself didn't see it. All the same, he suddenly wished he could take away his knock and turned away from the door, meaning to make a stealthy escape if he could manage. Sara probably wasn't home right now, anyway, and he'd been foolish to come. Whether or not they'd been friends was nothing in the face of the present situation.
Running away right now might be the best course of action. He didn't need to upset Sarangerel again. The Mongol continued backing away from the door, bit by bit, as if it might jump out at him and consume him. Whatever conversation lay behind it, he was sure it could wait. Patience was the answer-- right?
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 12:02 pm
He was walking away. That in itself told her he was conflicted. Her heart dropped a little at this realisation. He had come so far, why try and leave now. Maybe he was just as confused as she was, there did not seem to be any path to victory in this battle they were fighting.
She reached out a little, almost by instinct. "Hero wait." She called out to him, she did not know if she should make chase of see if he came back. However it did not seem to be her choice, Ghost set off out the door - paws pounding against the dry dirt, he was barking a much friendlier bark. When he got by the giants side he lifted his head and attempted to lick his fingers with that large wet tongue of his. Ghost was a friendly companion, any friend of Sara's was a friend of his instantly. He had been trained by Hua which meant he was very obedient, Hua's wolves always were - it was her profession after all. Sara watched him and then went running after the white canine. "Ghost, to me." She called, the wolf barked and then ran back to her side, standing by her legs, rubbing his head against her large padded skirt. He was still just a pup at heart despite him being almost fully grown.
She reached down and touched his head, before her green eyes went back to him, her Hero. She smiled, the situation was awkward but maybe she could break it if she just acted like she usually did. Show him that she was not a enemy - she was still the same girl he befriended. Then he might reconsider going away, maybe for good this time. "Its nice to see you again, is there a reason behind your visit? Or can you just not keep away from me?" She giggled slightly looking back to her home. Maybe it would be easier if they talked inside. In private, she told him before that when he entered her home he left his titles behind, maybe now that would mean something.
She raised her hand to her chest and rested it on her fur collar. "You know, I have some rabbit stew on the fire. I am trying to learn how to cook - I have not poisoned myself yet. You can have some if you like, its a little chilly out here." She stated craddling herself with her other arm, shielding skin from the wind.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 12:29 pm
Bataar was surprised as the wolf bounded towards him and frown at it, as if berating the creature. It was too late, however, because he could hear Sara calling to him even now. He turned, watching her as she chased after Ghost with a look of faint uncertainty adoring his features. He had told himself that Sara would always act like a child at some point, but he was beginning to have to accept the fact that she wasn't. She was, indeed, very far from it. The man shook his head a little, as if this couldn't ever turn out to be a truly good thing before acknowledging the soul conduit.
"Hello." he greeted her hesitantly, lifting a hand before hurriedly placing it back by his side. "We need to talk, and you know it." Banter could wait-- they were both aware of this fact. Bat looked as if he wasn't quite sure how to treat Sara at this point and was beginning to feel vastly out of place. Usually it was she who came to visit him and not the other way around, unless he was wounded. They both saw that this time things could only be a little bit different, but he hoped the air would clear soon enough.
Bat nodded when she explained that she had soup, realizing that he was indeed very hungry. "That'd be good." he intoned, worried that he was coming off as rather reticent today. "No assassins around to claim your head lately?" the captain added, glancing surreptitiously at the girl standing before him as she led the way back into the ger. He was almost certain he would have heard something if Sara's head was on the chopping block, but there was no real telling. What he didn't know was that Odval was going to try and take care of the so-called problem for herself. Danger was, indeed, immediate.
He sighed upon entering the ger, looking around with the suspicion of a man who is often involved in near-death situations. If the Legionnaires caught wind that Sarangerel was friends with a Noble captain there was no being too careful-- after all, if the Nobles already wanted information on the soul conduit beside him then there was no doubt that the Legionnaires would desire their own forms of information. That was how things worked in the Imperial City.
Whatever tension there was between them, however, he wanted it gone. It didn't feel right and Bataar was certain that neither of them wanted it looming.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 5:50 pm
Those were not the words she wanted to hear. "I know." She looked back at him, a little saddened by the fact but none the less she knew it was true. She hoped that she could avoid the bullet for at least a little while - but he seemed pretty determined to talk about it. She felt uneasy, at least for the moment.
She wondered over to the pot on the fire and poured some of the stew in a bowl, it was only rabbit and some herbs. She liked to make things in access so she could warm it up later, she was a lazy cook and was never too adventurous with her meals. Her mother had started to teach her but never got to finish, so she only knew the basics. Never the less she bot by, she put a spoon in the bowl and then turned. "Do not expect much, as I said I am learning. Sit down, make yourself at home." She pointed towards the cushions but the fire, she herself sat on one, putting his food in front of the other. She had already ate, she hoped he did not mind.
When he made the joke ( she hoped it was a joke ) about a assassin she shook her head. "No, unless you are here to do that. I guess I should hope you really like my cooking in that case." She chuckled, tilting her head to the side, suddenly she remembered what had happened not too long ago with Tsong. She did not want to tell him that she knew his victim, it might make him think she hated him. It might even push him away and she did not want that. She thought back to his body, that night when he came to the temple. She had watched as they reattached his head and was with the group the next morning when they went to inform his family. Fighters caused the damage and people like her picked up the pieces. "It has been rather quiet without you." She added, there was no random visits in the night, no horrific injuries, no arguments or close calls. Some might call it peaceful.
"Hero, I know that I acted strange last time. Just before you say anything hear me out okay." She started wanting to get the first word in. "I only acted that was because I do not want to loose you, I was frightened. You are my friend, you already have a place in my heart and it would kill me to have to remove you from it. You are the Captain, you know what is for the best so if we can not be friends then I will accept that. The fact is you came to me today, that must mean something. We can keep our friendship a secret if you think its best, I will not go and see Odval any-more, I swear. If there is any way around this, I want to hear it. If not... I understand." She stated, she thought it would be best to get it all out at once. She felt her heart racing a little, nervous about what was going to be said next. She had told him what she wanted to, now it was his turn to process that how he would.
She looked at him and then gave a small smile. "It is both our risks, but I will take it - if you will." She added, she had said it before and she still meant it now.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 7:17 pm
Bataar smiled grimly at his friend as she transferred the stew into the bowl. It smelled good, at the very least. He seated himself upon a cushion next to Sara and brought the spoon to his mouth, a look of faint pleasure spreading over his face as he noted that, although simple, it was fairly hardy. He himself was an absolute failure when it came to cooking. Even the simple things turned out to be too complicated for the grown man and he was relieved that he had a meal taken care of for today. It was never good to deprive himself of food for too long and protein was always a must. "It's good." he commented. Clearly, he'd been too lazy to make himself breakfast.
He snorted at her comment, although he hadn't been joking. The Nobles had been using quite a few assassins as of late, and more and more people were getting killed these days. It was a tense time during the war, and no one was above assassination. Bataar personally detested any and all assassins-- he thought a person always deserved to see their death coming, at the very least. It was inhuman of someone to sneak up behind and slit a throat, or to dose by poison.
"Well, where would I be without someone being hopelessly optimistic about everything?" he asked, his voice heavy with sarcasm. There was something about Sara that made him want to be around her, in any case, and it was much harder than he'd expected to try and avoid her. It wasn't something Bat wanted to do, especially with so few friends. He placed his bowl down and heard the soul conduit through, his expression serious. "I know." he sighed, reaching forward to brush her bangs behind her fin. Scars clearly didn't matter to the man, and besides-- you couldn't fight with hair in your face. It wasn't natural, so he'd had to move it.
Opinions on hairstyle aside(he had no sense with these things, anyway) Bataar was beginning to feel relief. The tension that had previously been between them seemed to be fading, even if the conversation was a little on the awkward side. "The only thing to fear is fear itself, right?" he added, more lightly than he felt. "You just have to recognize that you're in danger because of me." he muttered, his gaze steady.
"It's a risk, yes. But do you understand how much of a risk it is?" he was desperate for her to understand. He didn't want to be shunned or parted from his friend but he did need her to know that she might need to protect herself from here on out. The Nobles had had their eyes on her now that she was taking lessons from Odval.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 9:35 am
A few of the shorter stands fell back over her eyes as he let go, however the bulk of her fringe was still behind her green fin. She never showed the cuts openly, she did not think she would be comfortable being around anyone else like this. Everyone had there regrets, with out her hair covering them she felt like hers were exposed. "Every day in Lunaria is a risk Hero. We never know when our last morning is going to be and I doubt many of us will reach old age. It is part of what makes life beautiful." She stated as she moved a little closer to him. She grabbed a handful of his own hair, since it was quite curly she did not really get a grasp of how long it was until it was in-between her finders, it was thick like her own. Maybe that was just another trait they shared because of they origins. She smiled and started to braid it slowly, her ghostly eyes looking down at the brown strands.
The light from the fire gave everything in the room a warm glow, Ghost was laid by Sara's bed, panting slightly. However in a instant he seemed to go stiff as a bored. A moment of silence passed before he stood up, his tail straight and all the white fur on his body sticking on end like needled. He showed his fangs, nuzzled wrinkling as he let out a low pitched growl. Sara turned and then stood up, letting Hero's hair fall back over his shoulder. "Ghost what is wrong?" She asked with a uneasy look in her eyes. She had a bad feeling about this, when ever the wolf was acting this way it made her nervous. It usually meant danger was close by...
When he barked she spun around, grabbing her rod and holding it over her chest. Had someone followed him here?
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 9:52 am
Bataar allowed Sara to braid his hair without protest as he finished the stew, looking fairly unconcerned. Things seemed to be comfortable again, to say the least, and he was glad of it. "You'd probably be better off otherwise." he informed her, knowing that optimism during this war could easily cost someone their head. Confident assumptions weren't very good, in any case, especially not when people assumed that they possessed more power or more security than they actually did. It was dangerous, not to mention worrisome.
Sara seemed to know the dangers involved, but she also seemed not to care. "I don't think that's beautiful at all." he sighed heavily, his green eyes tracing the wooden floor of the ger. The thought of death coming so quickly to those who might not even be warriors was a disturbing thing in the man's mind and tended to loom rather threateningly overhead. Life was short, and that was not a pleasant thought.
Even Bat's shoulders had started to relax before he heard the wolf start to growl. He glanced up at the doorway, a questioning frown upon his face. Should he hide this time? Sara didn't look liked she'd been expecting any visitors, in any case, and the animal probably wouldn't have been so freaked out if whoever was outside wasn't hostile. All the same, perhaps there was simply some other creature outside. It was entirely possible, and that was exactly what the Mongol wanted to assume until a man pushed in through the door, dagger in hand. It was an assassin, and one he recognized.
For one slow moment Bat was wondering why the Nobles had finally lost their use for him-- why they were trying to kill him like this. The next moment he had out his sword and had realized that he wasn't the target. The captain was standing, ignoring the now-crushed bowl at his feet as he raised his weapon, much to the confusion of the still-hostile assassin. All the same, the other man's dagger was now flying through the air, heading straight for its target.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 10:18 am
It seemed to happen so fast, at first it felt like someone had hit her making her fall backwards though she did not at all understand what it was. She hit the end of her bed, sliding down the bedpost until she was sat on the floor. She opened her eyes as she felt a sharp pain in her chest, she raised her hand to feel what was the cause of the pain pulsing through her. When she did she felt something hard, looking down she saw it was the handle of a knife just to the side of her collar bone, the blade could not be seen because it was so far deep into her shoulder. She felt a cold tide overcome her, as a dark red substance flowed between her bust coming out the bottom of her shirt and around her naval. She did not even have a chance to react to it. She laced her fingers around the handle, however the blade seemed reluctant to move, more so her attempted killer was still in the room.
"Damn it." She gritted her teeth closing her eyes, a small part of her hoped the weapon was not poisoned. Though it is was it seemed like the liquid would have come out with the stream of blood. She would of tried to stand up but right now she was just in too much pain.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 10:28 am
Bataar watched with growing horror as the dagger buried itself in Sara's collarbone before turning to face the assassin, who now looked more confused than ever at the presence of the Noble captain. Confusion only increased as the metal of Bat's sword dug into the other man's throat, perhaps instantly rendering him dead. The Mongol took a moment to glance from his bloodied sword to the dead man, disbelief spreading across his facial features like wildfire.
There was no time to comprehend what he'd just done, however. His sword clattered to the floor as he rushed over to the Legionnaire who was bleeding profusely. Bat's large hands fluttered uselessly around the handle of the dagger as he tried to figure out what to do. If he pulled it out now it might cause the blood to flow even more, but there was no other option. Ignoring the blood that was now staining his hands and clothing, he trapped the handle in a white-knuckled grip before pulling it out, grimacing at the gory noises it made upon removal. Thought was not something he could really add to all of this, in any case-- instinct came first.
Later Bat would have to deal with the consequences of what he'd just done, but right now it was more important to ensure that he'd done it for a good reason and that the person he was supposed to be protecting was actually going to stay alive. Two dead people was two too many in that situation. "Can you heal yourself?" he asked, his throat tight. He was surprised to find that he was hyperventilating.
The captain didn't need two people dead just because of him, in any case.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 11:07 am
When he asked her what she could do she shook her head, her eyes shut tight because of the pain. "I can not use my own soul to repair itself Hero." She was able to help other people but only another conduit could be of any help to her, it looked like they were going to have to take a more practical approach to this. Blood started to seep through her fingers and spill onto her lap. She could already feel herself going dizzy.
She did not have any time to waste. "I just... I do not have time to stitch this I will pass out before I am half way done, we need to seal it." She thought for a moment, she needed to stop the blood from spilling out before she bled to death. Giving the situation she found herself strangly calm though that might be able to be put down to her light headedness. More so the pain seemed to be fading the sleepier she got.
She looked at him, taking in a deep breathe before looking to the flames. "Hero you are going to have to be strong for me, take the dagger and put it on the fire until the metal is glowing." She told him, at the moment it seemed like it was her only choice. She was going to have to be brave, not only did this mean another scar it meant that she was about to go through more pain. Though maybe the hot steel against her flesh would wake her up. "Ghost... bring me my potion boy." She called over to him, the wolf stood up, his fur stained red. He quickly grabbed a bottle from the side and brought it to her.
Sara was shaking but she was able to get off the cork and drink as much of the liquid as she could with out choking, with any luck it would make what she was about to go through easier. Her tanned skin went paler as time went on, she could feel a slightly nauseous feeling in her gut. She was scared but she was determined not to show him that she was.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 11:49 am
Bataar stared at Sara, beginning to feel numb. She couldn't heal herself and he was no genius when it came to tending wounds. "What do you need?" he asked, his voice edged with anxiety as he snatched up a cushion to prop the soul conduit upon. It at least looked as if she was keeping good pressure on the wound, so he wouldn't have to worry about that, but the volume of blood was beginning to grow alarmingly. Bat himself had entered into a state of shock with adrenaline pumping through his veins as he tried to figure out what to do, but it seemed that Sara had plans after all.
He gazed at her mutely, shocked by the suggestion, for he did indeed know what it meant. "That's a bad idea." Bat hissed, looking distressed. Well, it may not have actually been a bad idea, but it was an extremely painful one. He'd witnessed men having to do it on the battlefield and burning one's wound shut was reputed to be agonizing. All the same, what choice did they have? He took the dagger to the fire, his green eyes dulling considerably.
He was sullen, but he knew the situation at hand was entirely his fault, and that he owed it to Sara not to let her lose too much blood. He returned to her side with the knife glowing in his hand and glanced down at her, looking entirely uncomfortable with the situation at hand. "Are you sure?" was all he asked, his mouth dry. He watched her down the painkiller, knowing that they'd have to act before it had a chance to take effect. If they were lucky, she'd be in shock and would feel a whole lot less.
Now all there was left to do was act.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 12:15 pm
He moved her to lean on a pillow, but besides that she did not try and move at all. She watched him as he went over to the fire, even though he did not want to do this she was glad he was listening to her. He was a real friend and she appreciated that. "Though if you make fun of me for not handling this very well... I am going to strangle you when I get my strength back." She chuckled a little, though it soon faded into a cough. She spluttered, leaning forward a little before getting comfortable once more for all the good that did her. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the blade. She would be a idiot not to fear it. "I am sure, we do not really have much choice." She added, she could feel the fear keeping her awake, her heart racing slightly.
"I can not be brave forever Hero, do it quickly before I chicken out." She stated, lowering her hands to rest them on her lap, it felt good to relax them, she knew this was going to hurt like nothing she had ever felt before, she had heard grown men scream at it. Though what choice did she have right now. She had to be confident, if he knew she was second guessing her choice he would not go through with it. "Its funny, if you were not here with me today I would be dead in a few more moments - the spirits brought you to me again when I needed you Hero." She commented giving him a gentle look, she closed her eyes - she did not want to watch.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 12:47 pm
Bataar knew that it was extremely unlikely for Sara to die from this, but continued on rather obstinately with his worry. It was only amplified by the fact that he knew all of this to be his fault. "I know." he sighed, finally feeling himself beginning to wind down. So long as he didn't have to face the Noble he'd slain, he would be alright. That was something that was going to have to wait. There was only so much the Mongol would be able to face prior to mental breakdown, after all.
He bent down next to her, his expression grave. This was no time for joking, after all. "It'll be over with soon." Bat assured her, although he clearly wasn't feeling too confident. He felt a bead of sweat run down his temple as he neared the wound, the white-hot knife still in his hand. It was over with in a moment, but it felt much longer as he pressed the blade to the cut. The bleeding stopped, but it must have been enormously painful.
Once he had finished he threw the knife to the side, heaving a very ragged sigh as he slumped down beside Sara. He found very quickly that he was trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes soon searched out the Noble assassin he had slain. As much as Bataar disliked assassins, he wasn't certain that he ought to have killed this man. He had been a threat, yes, and would have been even more if he'd gotten away but now Bat had killed someone who was supposed to be on his side. Was there ever any returning from that sort of thing?
His gaze grew dull as he continued to study the unmoving figure. Why had he been sent? Sarangerel couldn't possibly have been that much of a threat to the Nobles, after all, to warrant hiring an assassin. There was no telling why such a thing had happened and Bataar had no idea that his mother was deeply involved in the current plot. As soon as he could, he would have to go and see if Sara really was on that lovely list of people to kill. It would be worth knowing.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 1:06 pm
She flt herself fall slightly, resting her head in his shoulder. her long hair falling back over her face and down the arm of the giant Mongol. Ghost looked on and growled some more, grabbing the body by the neck and pulling. The wolf had nothing against human flesh, especially flesh of someone who hurt his master. He pulled the body outside slowly, his fur mated in blood - no doubt to rip it apart and bury him as the wolf saw fit.
Sara opened her eyes slowly, raising her hand to rest it on his. "Thank you Hero." She uttered, feeling her strength leave her. She was hurting, but she knew he was here with her and that offered her some comfort. "Everything is going to be okay... I promise..." She let out, before feeling herself drift off.
Maybe sleep would be a blessing.
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