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 Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:20 pm
 
Hey, Bataar! Why don't you pick on someone your own size.
Setting
At your local, seedy bar scene.
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audio fiend generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:24 pm
• [ THE OUTCOME OF THIS BATTLE: ] •
O GOD IT'S A TIE GUYS.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:32 pm
Bragging.
There was something about it that just grated Sakn's nerves. Not that he didn't blow his own horn often enough, but really, he was getting rather annoyed with the blockhead three tables down and his horrendously loud voice and terribly, drunkenly exaggerated stories. After the fourth one, the redhead considered just getting up and leaving.
Really, that would have been the wise choice.
But no, he wasn't going to leave. Because he was here first, by at least an hour, and there was no way he was just going to give up his nice comfortable seat and cool drink because some birdbrain couldn't stop talking. No, wait, not talking. Bragging.
Sakn groaned and rubbed his eyes.
He squeezed his hands and grit his teeth; exhaled slowly through his nose and in through his mouth. He drank another glass of what ever he had ordered earlier, and he really tried to tune it out.
Really, he did! But eavesdropping was in Sakn's blood, and he couldn't help but listen with much distaste to the burly monster of a man talking about conquests of war. He would have spent the rest of the night drinking and half-heartedly listening(against his own will!), but when the stories turned to more recent events-events involving a certain soul conduit- Sakngea's interest was peeked. And not in the good way either.
The story was complete s**t. The lugnut was telling it like Xiu (Sakn was absolutely certain the man was talking about his Xiu, and not another) had been something dangerous, like he had defeated a blood-thirsty warrior, not a young man half his weight and size! And the more the man spoke, exaggerated and filling his story with nonsensical fluff, and the more his crowd of eager listeners laughed, the irritated the redhead became.
"E'cuse me," he spoke up, now standing and coming over to the table where the man and his friends resided, "But I mus'say, I feel like y'ur story y'ur tellin' might be a bit of a tall tale, or do y'have difficulty fighting people smaller then y'urself? Seein' as las' I saw, that soul conduit y'wus fightin' was maybe half your size."
Okay, maybe he shouldn't have said anything, because the man and his friends weren't exactly the friendliest looking bunch, but Sakn couldn't help but stand up for his lover and best friend. It just wasn't in him to step down. "So, I sugges' y'talk 'bout something else," and he figured that was that.
Sort of.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 6:18 pm
The captain slammed his hand against the table to punctuate his story, taking another swig of sake after he’d finished his sentence. ”Passed right out. Massive bruise on the head.” he laughed merrily, trying to demonstrate with his hands as best he could. This was something of a tradition for the captain and his men, after all. Going out to bars to tell exaggerated stories was nothing short of stress-relieving and they all went out of their way to invent details that had clearly never even been in existence.
It was glorified bragging and each and every one of them knew it. It was an unbreakable tradition of sorts, something to live on when the number at their table started dwindling, which it certainly had over the past few weeks. Many among them had been lost, casualties of the grueling war which each of them were obligated to fight. They were simply a group of Nobles looking for as much distraction as they could possibly get, and imaginative stories, even if they weren’t necessarily true, did the job.
One man had just been speaking about how he’d downed a goliath of a Legionnaire captain, although they knew it had been a fighter and that he would have nothing but a small scratch in the days following. This was, quite simply, a large game of pretend in which they told themselves that the Nobles were winning this war. They needed something to fight for, at the very least.
Bataar continued with his story about Xiu, looking very animated as he explained the gritty details of what had gone down. Anyone who actually knew the soul conduit was simply grinning into his or her drink, but the other men watched their captain with a rapt, wide-eyed expression. It was the sort of way that anyone who was speaking would want to be watched. It was perfect-- that was, of course, until Sakngea approached.
Bat observed the other Noble calmly and shrugged his shoulders, but his men appeared to be clamoring for something. Indeed, they wanted him to defend himself by means of a bar-fight. They were practically shouting it in his ear. And so, without delay, the captain stood and aimed his formidable-looking fist at the fighter’s face.
”You just ruined my story!” he roared, amidst the pathetic drunken cheers of his comrades. Nothing personal.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 8:49 pm
The roar of the bar, for a moment, was silenced. It was as if everyone had stopped to watch the spectacle unfold. Sakngea could almost feel hundreds of eyes staring at the back of his head. Not that he cared. The man had insulted Xiu, and if there was one thing that brought out the rash and thoughtless behaviour in Sakn, it was how protective he was of his family and Xiu most importantly. His breathing slowed as he watched the group before him. The way the lower ranked mens eyes widened, shocked and eager at the same time. The way the burly Captain's muscles tensed ever so slightly. All indicators of a fight, all promises that Sakn would be defending his closest companions honor.
He was as ready as he would ever be. A fight to defend Xiu's honor was a fight Sakn would always be willing to start(and end).
He had always prided himself on landing the first punch, on being the first to act. So as he stood there, staring at the group of men that looked back at him like a pack of hungry dogs, he knew that he needed to be ready. But what he had not expected was the largest one, the one he had confronted, to move so fast. The redhead barely had time to pull back, his eyes widening as the Captains fist slid just passed his face. The air from his swing was sharp against the Fighters cheek.
But the cheeky grin on his face proved he was no chicken, no scared little boy. And as soon as the man's fist came to full extension, he raised an arm, grabbing the man's large wrist and swung his arm away, as if it was offending him. "Y'ur story wus full of holes 'n' slander," he stated roughly, lips curving into a frown, "And it," he started, as he slipped off the fine overcoat his mother had given him and set it aside, "ruined my night," he set the coat down on an empty stool and offered the man a taste of his own medicine with a rather aggressive punch to the gut.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 9:46 pm
The joke of Bataar’s story could hardly remain a joke now that he was being challenged in such a manner. He didn’t even know whether or not Sakngea was a Noble, and he found that he didn’t care. This was his turf, as far as he was concerned, and he needed to defend his honor as best he could, along with his story. This young man, whoever he was, clearly didn’t know about the company’s tradition after battles or sparring, and Bat wasn’t about to try and fill him in to avoid any kind of a fight. That would have certainly lowered him, as far as he was concerned, and he wanted to stay on top here.
He had the good grace to look quite frustrated as his punch missed the fighter’s face, but it was clear that he wasn’t about to give up just because of that. He felt the other man’s fingers wrap around his wrist, and endured it simply because he was rather drunk. It was hard to be as capable in this state of inebriation, after all. He fisted his hands yet again once he was in control, and this time he was allowed to experience his own triumph as he caught the other man’s fist before it reached his stomach. That wouldn’t have been a good blow, anyway, since it probably would have forced all of the alcohol back up. That wouldn’t have been at all pleasant.
And yet the fighter still continued to complain about the holes in his story. Bat couldn’t say that this made much sense to him, but they could always exchange insults while they were having themselves a bar-fight. ”My story was beautiful and descriptive!” he declared, grinning at the roars of his fellow Nobles. They always liked to act flowery with their words during story-telling, after all.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:07 pm
The room was buzzing again, people speaking loudly and excitedly about the fight happening inside. Some cheered it on, rooting Sakn and Bataar on as the two moved around each other. Others were yelling angrily, demanding the two take it outside; to keep it out of the bar. But Sakn zoned them out, because if he got distracted and riled up by the crowd, he wouldn't be able to focus on the fight at hand. It was something he had learned somewhere between being a boy and becoming a man, and it stuck with him.
The Captains frustrated look was quiet refreshing, and Sakn smirked at him, though his lips curled into a thin frown when his own hit was blocked. How frustrating! Though, he had to admit, it was fun to be in a fight that was a challenge. To be stopped at each turn and have to think out of the box. He couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up from his throat, tickling the back of his tongue as he tried to hold it back.
Not that he could when Bataar responded with such ridiculousness zeal. The laughter trickled from his lips before he could pull himself in, and after it happened, he tried to look as serious as possible(but it was hard, there was something strange about this fight), "It wus horrible, wurst thing've ever heard!" he retorted, shoving the bigger man roughly as he spoke, because it was almost as if the Captain was ignoring him, refusing the continue the fight he had started!
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:18 pm
The other patrons of the bar seemed, for the most part, quite interested in what was going on. It wasn’t every day you saw a behemoth of a man going at it with someone who seemed relatively unknown to the seedy place. Even those who had objected were now blatantly staring, wondering if Bat was about to fly into an all-caps rage, as unlikely as it seemed given the circumstances under which the fight had commenced. It had been a simple story, not meant to harm anyone, and now it had been blown out of proportion, but not in a bad way.
Bataar found that he was laughing along with the other Noble, grinning the entire time, even as he swung once again for the young man’s face after being shoved back slightly. It was pretty hard to budge the over-sized Lunarian, but while he was drunk such things became quite a lot easier. He was unsteady on his feet, and his aim probably wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t consider that much of a concern. He was, after all, having a good time even in the midst of the battle. It was great to be able to fight someone without hating their guts, or even knowing them. This would probably end up making his night.
”But what about my colorful prose?” the captain demanded, looking distinctly offended by Sakngea’s comment. It was, after all, very hurtful to hear that his lovely stories weren’t being taken well. As a captain, he was supposed to be at the point where all of his war stories were to-die-for. Apparently that was no so for this Noble, although Bat hadn’t realized that he actually knew Xiu. ”Like, when I was describing the whip made of water?”
His father had been a storyteller of sorts, and he wasn’t about to let the dead man down.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:17 pm
Sakn was certain he wasn't drunk, he knew what his limits were, and yet here in this very moment he couldn't stop himself from swaying. It was like the drunken manners of the riled crowd and the man before him were rubbing off on Sakn. So when Bataars fist swung at him again, it was only thanks to his languid eagerness that the punch clipped his chin, his whole head moving easily with the punch. But Sakn didn't care, because the Captain was speaking again, his tone almost hurt. It was as if the redhead had kicked his favorite dog(or what ever animal the man liked best, bears maybe) or something.
Sakn's face was somewhere between wanting to laugh the whole thing off because of how hurt the man looked, but the loyal part of him wanted to defend Xiu, defend his dignity(or was Sakn just defending his own?), so he tried his best frown and aimed a little-more-then-half hearted kick at the Captain's legs. He had noticed that the man seemed slightly off balance, definitely a couple more sheets to the wind the himself, and instinct demanded Sakn take him down. Grappling was where he worked best, after all.
"I can' agree t'you fools slanderin' Xiu like you wus," he scowled as hard as he could, "No matter how well y'described it," the man did have a way with his words, after all. As much as Sakn didn't want to admit it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:29 pm
Bataar knew for a fact that he was drunk, and that there was probably no changing it. These things happened, after all, especially when you were trying to act surly or pal around with your manfriends. Being drunk was just the way to go in such a seedy establishment as this, and he would defend his right to it as long as he possibly could. All the same, he tended to be a bit of a sensitive drunk, which was probably why he'd been so offended by the fighter's comments in the first place, and why he'd started the fight. The man cracked his knuckles, his green eyes landing on his target yet again.
He had at least managed to do some damage with the punch he'd thrown, although it wasn't much. He doubted this was a very damaging fight at all, in any case. They just didn't seem capable of ripping each other apart here in the middle of the bar, where stories were the chief form of entertainment. In all honesty, Bat didn't even want to beat the other Noble's a** so very badly. He'd stood up to challenge the other man, and by now he could have cared less. Indeed, he'd even managed to forget most of what he'd said about Xiu.
The captain felt against a table as Sakn tripped him up slightly and frowned rather sourly, his lips puckering a bit to form what must have been a comical face. At last, he dissolved into laughter, smacking Sakn hard on the back. "Slandering Xiu? We're just telling stories!" he declared, as if that somehow explained the vast majority of everything. Bataar grinned at the other man, looking fairly unconcerned at this point.
"You think I was trying to tell the truth?" he asked, aiming a friendly punch at the back of the fighter's head. This fight wasn't even worth continuing, and the bar seemed to have lost interest.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:40 pm
Bataar's puckered lips and scrunched brows were oddly light-hearted on his rough face, and Sakn had to admit it was rather ridiculous. But he would defend Xiu, he would damn it. And he would have too, if Bataar hadn't started laughing. And he would have told the man to shut up, because this was serious, but Bataar was smacking his back hard enough that it knocked the air out of him.
This was not going the way he had planned at all. He was here to defend honor, not get laughed at. the redhead's scaled-flecked cheeks were flushing red now, and his fintips were definitely warm. And then Bataar spoke again, and it was like someone had lit a light in Sakn's mind, and things fell together. His face was red as a tomato now as he realized how foolish he had been to jump to such conclusions as he had.
How embarrassing! He had jumped into a fight, a fight that ended almost too ridiculously to even be talked about, and in the end he found his righteous ideas were less then that.
He had turned himself into the idiot.
"Well, it seemed pretty serious!" he exclaimed, ducking forward as the Captains fist moved towards him, though when he realized the punch was friendly, he turned and aimed an equally friendly punch at the burly b*****d's shoulder.
And as the crowd went back to their normal conversations and stories, Sakn said, "Can we exag'rate this fight too then?", because that was the only way he could even dare to tell Xiu what happened here.
If he told him at all.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:49 pm
The captain was both drunk and jovial, to say the least. He grinned at Sakn, his green eyes flashing with amusement as he took his seat again, allowing the punch to the shoulder and gesturing for the other man to sit down. He was usually the one who was blatantly misunderstanding everything, and it was nice to know that he wasn’t alone in his many assumptions. The other Noble had amused him quite a lot tonight, however, and for that reason he felt comfortable considering the other man a friend now. You didn’t go through a stupid fight like that without some degree of friendship forming, after all.
He lounged back with a roll of his eyes, shrugging. ”What can I say? I’m a damned good storyteller.” he declared with a smug look, happy that despite his illiteracy he could actually sometimes explain things fairly well. In any case, he was both drunk and overconfident and might not even remember much of the night. All the same, he’d be able to tell that it had been a good night, and that was really all that mattered, wasn’t it? He’d set out for a good time, and he’d gotten it. His men looked content and he’d been able to bask in the glory of a bar-fight for a few shining moments.
He merely grinned in Sakn’s direction, nodding his head. ”You’re supposed to exaggerate every fight. In fact, you might have scars from this one but the type that are, y’know, too gruesome to show anyone.” and with that his rambling for the night was commenced. No doubt they would continue to speak until Bataar stumbled out and hopefully made it to his yurt in time to pass out. It the midst of this war, it was good to find some form of relaxation, and this had been perfect.
Besides, he could always pretend that he was still king of the bar.
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