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 Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 1:49 pm
  
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 1:54 pm
Kim's large hooves pressed against the ground as Sara set off on her hunt for Bataar. Maybe she had over-reacted a little, she knew what he chose to keep as pets was really none of her business and besides and she had actually come to accept the creatures after the confrontation. They would never be her favorite animals, but they were bearable. Still, she felt bad about the whole situation and felt the need to apologise... again. She had even brought some of that tea he liked in hope that he would come around with bribery. Though when the teal haired conduit found herself at the old location of his home... he was nowhere to be found.
So began the hunt, certainly he was not so offended by her actions he fled the city? She followed the whispers of the spirits, gaining as much information as she could as she wondered around on her mount. Sara was no huntress, however being able to talk to the dead did help her tracking abilities. It was a unfair advantage that she took advantage of quite often.
She was wearing her riding gear once again, there was still a hole in her vest where she had been hit by an arrow not many days before. The whole costume was actually quite beaten but it served its purpose, mainly getting her from A to B. Her journey took her near the beach and before long a Ger came into sight. Though something seemed rather odd about it, however at this point she did not really know what that was. So ignoring the uneasy feeling she was getting, the conduit pulled up outside the structure and jumped off of Kim' back, letting the horse nibble on the grass outside.
She brushed herself off and then wondered into the Ger... the surreal feeling that she get grew as the whole place was clean and well decorated. Maybe she had wondered into the wrong place? She looked over her shoulder wondering if she should just make a run for it. Though on closer examination the bulge under the covers of the bed did seem of... suitable size?
"Hello?" She finally voiced out, rather sheepishly.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 3:03 pm
Van had slept fitfully all night, dreaming of bears, tigers, and Goddess forbid—rats. With all the stresses that the fighter lifestyle had wrought, the woman usually slept quite soundly from night to night. There were always exceptions, however. This was why, when a woman’s voice broke into her consciousness, Van was very inclined to focus her attention away from the wild beasts she was dreaming of. Was that Sara’s voice, she heard?
Dark violet eyes slowly blinked open a few times, to the sunlight streaming in from the top of the large ger. When the sleepiness faded from the woman’s eyes, Van saw that the figure standing in the doorway was indeed Sara’s slight form. She was always happy to see the other Legionnaire, of course; in the past few months the two of them had become quite close. The soul conduit had never shown up unannounced before, though, and so Van was a bit ill-prepared for the sudden visit. “Sara, is that you?” she asked, her bell-like voice still sounding a bit sleepy, “Is something going on? I-I’m not decent right n—”
She stopped mid-syllable as she rolled over, stiffening as she bumped into something hard. She was not alone in her bed. Jerking her head around, she found herself face to sleeping face with Bataar. What the hell?! Blinking fiercely in shock, as if trying to convince herself that she was seeing things, Van merely stared at the captain for a good three seconds. He didn’t disappear, and that was when Van’s ear-splitting shriek pierced the still morning air.
“OH MY GODDESS!” Still screaming, the woman tumbled out of her bed, taking her satin sheets with her as she did so. She had been sleeping only in her underwear—when and how did Bat find his way back into the ger?! Had he seen her naked?! She had not been drinking the night before, and she didn’t feel hungover, and—there was no rational thought in the fighter’s head as she grabbed the lamp by her bed and threw it at the captain, shrieking incoherent obscenities. Opening drawers, Van threw books, her journal, makeup, everything she could get her hands on.
When she had run out of items to throw, her anger suddenly collapsed into tears of shock, and she ran in Sara’s direction with the sheets still wrapped around her. Van seated herself behind the soul conduit with a flourish of purple blanket, crying softly. This could not be happening.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 3:28 pm
Bataar had been exhausted-- too exhausted to remember that he no longer owned his ger. He had stumbled in late at night, stripped himself of everything, and flopped down into the bed, falling asleep instantly. He hadn't realized that Van was in the bed, or even that the sheets were clean or soft. None of that had mattered as he'd gone so desperately for sleep. It was a need that he could no longer deny himself, and the lack of it had forced a sort of drunkenness upon the captain.
He slept surprisingly well, and was surprisingly warm given that there was no fire currently on in the ger. He had great dreams and everything! The kingdom of rats was a wonderful place to visit in one's dreams, after all. He was snoring gently, continuing his stay there when he felt his world suddenly go cold. Beyond that, things were hitting him. The man begrudgingly opened his eyes and sat up slowly, yawning, trying to figure out just why a scream had rent the air. He stared at Van in confusion for a few moments, only faintly aware that he was completely naked, and then flopped back down against the pillow, reflecting on the Legionnaire's barely-covered breasts.
Wait a minute... The man sat up abruptly, realizing that Sara was also in the room, and that none of his decorations remained, and that the bed was purple. "Good morning," he offered up sheepishly, noting that there was nothing around to cover himself with. He took a moment to catch a few of the things that the woman was throwing at him and set them neatly down beside himself before stretching, feeling really rather awkward about the whole thing.
Beyond that, Van had decided to start crying. The man stared at the other Lunarian, his eyebrows furrowed. "Did the end of the world come without my noticing?" he offered up dryly, twisting his lips unhappily. None of this was necessary! This had, after all, once been his bed. He was just getting some extra use out of it, was all.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 3:49 pm
Sara stared on, what happened next she could not really believe. Van and Bataar... in bed... together.... naked. She tilted her head to one side and just stared, trying to comprehend the situation. Though any way she looked at it, only one answer seemed to keep cropping up. Clearly the two were sleeping together. It was quite a simple fact to conclude, but a hard one to understand. Not that she could not see why anyone would not want Van... I mean, she even found Van attractive. She looked over her shoulder at the woman, wondering why she was acting so strangely. She told herself to stay calm until she knew all the facts, though Bataar's case was not a good one at the moment.
Sara looked back over to Bataar, only really then clicking onto the fact he was infact naked. She blinked, also looking on for a good three seconds, after that the lightbulb seemed to go on. It was not the first time she had saw him like this, but that did not make it any less of a shock. Her face reddened as she looked to the side, concentrating on -anything- else. "G-good Morning." She stuttered, finally turning around to face the raven haired girl, even if it was just not to peek. She should have just stayed in bed today, maybe she still was. It all seemed like a dream.
Sara, if almost by instinct, pulled her cape from her shoulders and wrapped it around Van. The long white fabric went down to the ground, covering up all the parts that should be hidden. Sara was used to seeing Van in this state and after her decency was saved the conduit put her hands gently on her friends shoulders. "Van, why are you crying?" She shook her head, feeling some anger bubble in her veins, she just wanted to know what was going on. Her voice might have been soft, but her annoyance was obvious.
Ever since that night her relationship with Bat seemed to be doing nothing but nosediving towards Earth, sleeping with one of her best friends was not really going to help things. She looked out of the corner of her eyes at the Captain. "Maybe you should put some clothes on." She stated with a firm nod as she pulled Van into a tight hug. "Van, what happened?" She asked, knowing she would not lie to her. Right now, Bataar was not the most trusted person in her book, especially after the masquerade incident.
WHAT THE HELL WAS HAPPENING?
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 4:50 pm
Van rarely lost her controlled demeanor around people, even around her friends, but today was apparently not the day for normal things to happen. The fighter had literally gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, and, echoing the thoughts of the other two Lunarians in the room, she very firmly believed that the world was ending around her. And in a sense, hers was. Bataar’s nonreaction to the entire situation wasn’t helpful—it suggested a number of things that were too obscene to think about.
Now that the fighter was away from him for a bit, she had time to recall the events of the night before. What had happened? Nothing—Van had simply come home from the night market, showered, and gone to bed. And the next morning, Bataar was magically sleeping next to her, stark naked. There was, admittedly, a window of time in which she didn’t remember anything... and that meant anything could have happened. She had just been sleeping, right? Had he perhaps drugged her? Van was thankful for the cape that Sara wrapped around her now, preserving her decency. If the moment had been less trying, Van would have smiled at her friend in thanks.
Burying her head into the purple blanket in front of her as she felt Sara’s arms around her shoulder, Van did her best to wipe away the angry tears that were still streaming down her face. She shook her head frantically when prompted the question. “I don’t know!” she mumbled, somewhat pitifully. It looked as if the Legionnaire was about to enter a catatonic state of shock. “I just went to bed and the next thing I know I wake up and he’s sleeping butt naked next to me!”
She threw a glance around her shoulder, and, seeing the captain, her anger was ignited once again. Whirling around, Van pointed an accusatory finger at Bataar, struggling powerfully against Sara’s hold on her. “YOU.” she shouted in a violent rage, “I THOUGHT I TAUGHT YOU A LESSON ABOUT BREAKING INTO PEOPLE’S HOUSES! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STILL DOING IN MY BED, GET OUT BEFORE I BREAK YOUR a**!” It wasn’t very ladylike of her, but at this particular moment Van was otherwise female enough that she made up for it, wearing only underwear and a cape.
She needed to calm down.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 6:20 pm
It was true that Bataar really wasn't as concerned as he ought to have been, but it was only because he hadn't fully comprehended his current situation as of yet. He may not have been innocent in actuality, but his thought process certainly was. In short, it would be impossible for the Mongol to wrap his head around the accusation that the two women were both thinking about making. He had a firm belief in the integrity of his own character and, as a result, he expected everyone else to view the situation in the same light. Clearly he hadn't done anything wrong-- clearly. Surely Sara and Van would see that straightaway?
He blinked, looking taken aback as he was told to put clothing on. All of this was too terrible to even think properly about. He stepped out of bed and slithered deftly into his pants, which had been in a pile on the floor prior to then. The pants would have to do the trick for now, as he didn't want to put on his more complicated items of clothing just yet. After all, Bat still felt very tired since he'd woken up.
He himself was not concerned about the hysterical Legionnaire. He didn't even understand why she could possibly be crying. "Oh, come on. This is MY ger!" the man said, shooting a brief glare at the crying woman. His ger, indeed! She was going to have to deal with the facts, and with the concept that Bat wasn't about to give this place up without a fight. Well, without more of a fight than they'd already had, at least. He couldn't believe that he was having to defend himself in front of Sara, too. This whole thing was ridiculous!
He sat on the edge of the bed and endured Van's screaming with a straight face. "I suggest that you move out, first," the captain muttered, his expression stern. He wasn't going to be scared away just by this woman's loud yelling. "I don't get what the big deal is. I didn't take anything from you."
(Except your virginity, the women would hear in their heads. Poor Batty.)
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 6:38 pm
"Van. Calm down dearest." She stated wrapping her arms around the other woman's waist so she did not march and punch Bataar in the face. Her voice was calm and luckily enough, after a moment, she was able to pull the girl backwards some. She did not understand what was happening and the fact nobody was giving her a straight answer was just frustrating her. Certainly Bataar would not have slept with Van is she was not willing, clearly she could not be mad at Van for that, she did not know how she felt about the man. However Bataar on the other hand... She was well within her rights to be mad with him.
She leaned over and kissed her friend on the cheek, in a rather friendly manor. As a older sister would when the younger sibling had fallen over and hurt herself. "It is okay, we will go into town and get really, really drunk!" She said in a somewhat chirpy way, her composure did not suggest the rage which was about to boil over. She let go of Van and looked on as Bataar dressed himself. A blush still on her face, if Yue had stolen her innocence when she dragged her into the male half of the hot-spring, the rest had just flown out the window. Priests were meant to be pure and innocent so such situations were totally out of the knowledge of the conduit. If her master knew she was in the same room as a semi-naked man he would have a panic attack and no doubt hit her with a book.
She took in a deep breath, and stepped a little closer to Bataar, for a moment she almost looked sweet. Until her hand found its way across his face, hard. "I SWEAR TO GOD BATAAR, I WOULD PUT UP WITH A LOT OF s**t BUT SLEEPING WITH MY BEST FRIEND IS JUST BEYOND WHAT I CAN FORGIVE YOU, GIANT, THICK-HEADED, RODENT LOVING, SMELLY, ILLITERATE b*****d!" That was that, she exhaled, turned around, linked Van's arm and flicked her hair. Yes, they were going to get very drunk indeed.
This was her finest moment.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 7:36 pm
Van was not at all aware of the soul conduit pulling her back. She was enraged, irrational, and the wrath she exhibited now was highly reminiscent of her mother’s. Perhaps she did take after her some, after all. “This is not your ger,” she said then, her voice dangerously low compared to its previous volume. This was the voice her enemies heard before they died. “Do I need to beat your a** over it again?” Van had never been one to veil her threats, and, well, this one was as clear as day.
For a few moments the fighter merely sat and fumed, trying, but beginning to fail at keeping her composure. “Bataar!” was the shout when her anger finally spilled over for the third time that morning, “Are you such a deadweight in bed that you have to DRUG A WOMAN TO COVER FOR IT? HUH? NOT SO MANLY NOW, ARE YOU?” Her voice quickly rose into a shriek once again, followed by a string of clearly practiced, eloquent profanities in a different language. She was no longer crying by this point, her fury over what had happened consuming her whole.
Perhaps Van should have been thankful that she didn’t remember anything. The memory of it would probably drive her to go commit seppuku in some dark corner of her rainforest home.
The irate fighter was brought back to her senses some, when she felt a pair of lips touch her cheek, and it was now that she remembered that Sara was standing next to her, still holding her back a bit desperately. Somehow, the younger woman always knew how to make Van feel a little better, even if she had a long way to go before she was absolutely dandy again. An apologetic look flashed across her eyes now as she realized she had lost her temper in front of the soul conduit. She had embarrassed herself in front of Sara, when the entire time they were friends she had been trying to protect her innocence. The woman hadn’t missed the pink flush across the other’s tanned cheekbones, after all.
Such sisterly thoughts were immediately squashed when Sara pulled a Van-like temper tantrum right before her eyes. The fighter blinked a few times in disbelief, the wind having been taken out of her sails. There had been so many of these nonsensical moments this morning that perhaps, the woman should start to expect them. “Um, Sara?” she asked, sounding a bit astonished as her arm was taken. Things were too weird, today.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 8:51 pm
Bataar didn't think that he liked the fact that Van and Sara were such good friends. In fact, it seemed pretty awful, all things considered. He was beginning to feel downright victimized by the two of them! The man watched as the women comforted each other with a pronounced glower, failing to understand their bond in any way, shape, or form. It was as if they were banding against him for no reason in particular, and it was enough to make him a bit on the angry side. After all, this was a very harsh victimization.
And then, it happened. Sara exploded. Bataar stared, his mouth dropping open for a moment as he tried his best to comprehend her words. "Wait a minute," the Mongol said, holding up a hand as if to pause the soul conduit. "I thought you loved me," he responded, frowning. Now the girl was telling him how awful he was... it was nothing less than confusing. These were mixed signals, for sure, and the Mongolian man didn't know how comfortable he was with them. "Plus I didn't sleep with Van, if that's who you're calling your best friend. I don't even want to think about that," he said, grimacing. Van could not be a normal woman, anatomically speaking, the Mongol had decided a long time ago. He didn't want to think about that one nightmare.
Once he'd recovered from the shivers of fear running down his spine inspired by whatever nightmare, he found it in himself to offer a retort to Van. "Well, now that you mention it, I could go for a rematch," Bat declared, looking the woman dead in the eye. And suddenly he was being accused of sleeping with Van again.
"WOMEN SLEEP WITH ME WITHOUT DRUGS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH," he shouted, trying desperately to defend himself. How could this be happening? He had two insane women against him now! It was the worst possible thing and besides, he had a feeling that he was making all of the wrong arguments to try and support himself. It was a terrifying feeling.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:20 pm
The words hit her like a bullet. Out of all the things he could have thrown her, no words could have hurt her as much as they did. She felt her eyes welling up, but instead of crying she... stripped. She gave Van her earrings, her necklace, her hat and whatever loose items of clothing she had on. "Hold these, it wont take me more than ten minuets to drag his sorry a** out the door." She stated, marching over to him once she had given Van all the items of clothing that could potentially be a hazard. She did not care if he was only wearing pants, her and Van could have a bonfire, burning the rest of his clothes in some kind of ceremony, they could even throw their bra's onto the pile. Fact was, she had something to say and for once he was going to listen.
"I did love you. Until you slept with my best friend and then insulted her, you were always going on about what a ******** ladies man you are and now you have something to boast about you cry innocence. Besides you keep rats, you are the most pig-headed person I know, and you are the biggest Momma's boy this side of the ******** ocean. You follow the woman around like a lost puppy despite the fact she has tried to kill me twice and I swear to Tengri, if you ever use that line against me ever again I am never going to forgive you. I get it, you do not like me like that, but there is no reason for you to insult me about the fact especially since you were the one who always seemed to want to ******** kiss me!"
She was livid, and she let him have it, all the emotion she was storing up, all the things she was not able to say came out at once, whilst she was getting everything off her chest she found herself punching the air, the cold aura around her getting colder and colder. "BESIDES YOU DO NOT THREATEN MY VAN AND GET AWAY WITH IT!" She stated, going to pant her fist in his face once more.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:47 pm
The fighter was a bit indignant when the captain waved her off as unattractive—he didn’t say it, but that was what he meant. No one had ever seen her like that before, but then she remembered that the captain had more than one thing wrong with him in the head, and this was a point that Sara seemed to be corroborating quite vehemently. He wasn’t talking to her, however, rather to Sara, and the fighter was frankly too fascinated at the reaction he was inciting out of her to bother butting into the conversation with her own venomous retorts.
When Bataar told her that he was down to fight again, Van was just as ready to get into a half-naked fistfight with the captain. Before she could bolt forward and make the first move, however, she was stopped by Sara. When Van turned to give the soul conduit a questioning look—didn’t she want to kill the Noble just as much as she did?—she was met with a very determined Sara, quite unlike any way she’d seen her before. A pair of gold earrings was thrust into her hands.
“Hold… your earrings?” she asked, puzzled at the request. Then a necklace was shoved into her grasp, followed by the other woman’s hat and outerwear. Was she stripping to be on the same level as the other two in the room? “Hey, that’s not really necess—” She was cut off by the pure rage that spewed from Sara now, directed at the captain.
Van was done. She was no longer angry, no longer even the slightest bit irritated. Honestly... she was just glad that she wasn’t the one in the line of fire. She had never seen Sara like this before—she’d never had any idea that the woman was holding all of this back. Van almost felt bad for Bat, but remembered immediately that if Sara hadn’t been the one to deliver this beating, it would have been her.
While she hadn’t paid much attention to the things they were shouting at each other before (after all, Van hadn’t had anything coherent to say), she certainly listened now, and the more she listened, the more convinced she was that her world had been turned upside down. Love? Kisses? Bat and Sara? She hardly even noticed her own name thrown into the mix, when Sara defended her.
It really was the end of the world. But Van would have to remember that part about Bat being a momma’s boy.
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