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Post by qator on Oct 19, 2012 12:00:51 GMT -5
The battle was over, thank god for that. Qator was just about as tired as can be...which only made him feel slightly sorry for the lazy comments he had spat towards Qun'mi earlier. Why was he feeling bad?! He was a Brigadier General for heaven's sake! He was a tough military figure who had been disrespected by a soldier under his rank. He had every right to pick a fight. Damn him and his sense of pride...or something. Maybe he actually liked Qun'mi or something. It wasn't that he disliked her before...it was just very complicated with her. She was a spitfire and definitely someone to but heads with. Never before had he felt bad about saying something, but now...he might've stepped over a boundary that made even him regret saying anything at all.
Having gone over to help Qun'mi with her wound, Qator expected some sort of debate with his wanting to help...so when she didn't say anything in regards to that...the blonde was actually somewhat surprised. Not just by her cooperation here, but by the thanks she gave. Calking him by his name rather than by Blondie...it was definitely something that was rare. He felt a small - very small - smile appear on his lips. He was content with himself and the way things were looking up. Apologies and thanks...this had to be the move civil and polite conversation these two had ever had together. It was a day of weird things wasn't it? Qator was surprised as hell by it all..but hey, he'd take this over anything else. There was no way he was going to discharge her from the army...those empty hollow threats simply meant nothing by now.
I guess you could say Qator was even more thrown off by what happened next. Qun'mi had gotten slightly closer, he was ready for a sarcastic comment, but instead the back of his head and neck was caught by her hand, pulling him forward. Sure Qun'mi was an attractive woman but he had never thought of her like- oh who am I kidding? Of course he'd thought of her on different terms before. That still didn't mean he expected this. Hell, he wasn't sure Qun'mi expected it either. It happened quick, but Qator was just mind boggled but whatever. Being shoved away after a brief kiss from someone who he had previously lashed out against...boy today just got weirder and weirder. Rubbing a hand against his forhead , Qator looked to the other blonde. "I will admit, I'd rather do that than fight." he said with a shrug as his tone was very nonchalant, he wasn't bothered and he wasn't going to start acting like some nervous teenager. This was life...unexpected, but definitely better than throwing verbal abuse back and forth at one another.
A rest sounded like a good idea and Qator was sure Qun'mi would agree. He'd let her have the rest of the day off to sleep or whatever it was she did on her own time. He wouldn't mind sleeping away the rest of the day...especially after all the crap that had unfolded today already. Shaking his head with a small smirk at Qun'mi's words, Qator felt a little more light hearted than he had felt earlier. "What can I say? I'm not that heartless. But don't expect my not being an ass today to last. Tomorrow it may be different." another smirk of amusement as he continued to sit on the ground. His eyes looked at the tear on Qun'mi's leg and he couldn't help but shake his head. Qator hadn't been harmed like that, but he could definitely feel his lungs and limbs aching from being nearly constricted. They both had a hell of a time. This simply showed how good of fighters they were. Not just anyone could take on a large wolf creature or a giant cobra lady...elite soldiers...that is definitely what they were. "Yes you're still a soldier, an elite one at that. I'd like to think this won't happen again, alright? I really don't like threatening my best fighters." he looked towards her with almost a friendly look. A few more minutes...then they could get going. Back to base, back for a nap...and hopefully figuring out this focus ordeal soon enough. [/size] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:[/color] 830 Muse:[/color] Good! Tagged:[/color] Qun'mi Wearing:[/color] Already linked Listening To:[/color] Skyrim Notes:[/color] phone posts will always be smaller u.u
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Qun'mi Tru'e
Final Fantasy XIII Type-0
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Post by Qun'mi Tru'e on Oct 21, 2012 0:30:40 GMT -5
She grinned when he mentioned that he’d rather be kissing her than fighting some random strange beasts that wanted to rip their skulls off and eat them for breakfast. “Oh you don’t say. Well I thought every man’s dream was to nearly get eaten by some odd looking beasts than get a kiss. I think you’ve just blown my mind with that information.” While she commented on it, Qun’mi couldn’t help the slight smirk that crossed her features, along with her sly eyes. Okay, it was just too much of a temptation to be sarcastic around Qator. He took life just a little too seriously at times, and Qun’mi-…well, took life in a whole new way than he did. Perhaps she should be a little more serious at times, but hell, there was really no fun in that, now was there. None at all. She was serious when she had to be, and other than that, her tongue just happened to run off and do this wonderful thing they called sarcasm.
His comment next made her toss her head back slightly to allow her rich laugh to float around them. It took her a moment to settle back down, mostly due to her leg burning when she made that sharp movement, and settled down to a slight smirk. Honestly she was surprised that he was still sitting on the ground beside her. He’d always come across as a stick up his own ass, way better than everyone around him type. Sure, he might have a higher title than most and he got a lot of the information that the others wished they could get their hands on, but she knew that she was basically in the same level as he was for elite-ness, and so she felt none of the intimidation that other felt. Qun’mi shifted her leg around while she thought about what he had said. “I look forward to you being an ass, because I can just slap you around for it.”, she commented lightly, before she gave him a sly look. “Or I can just remind you of what you’d rather be doing.”
Damn, her leg hurt like hell. With a sigh, she rubbed at the bridge of her nose for a bit and glanced over at him to check on what he was doing. He was still there…sitting. Had he gotten a sudden dose of humility or something? Or a dose of actually being nice? Well that was a change. She got a bit serious for a moment after he mentioned that she was still an elite. Qun’mi had had no real thought that he would be serious about firing her from the army, since they needed her and she knew it, but he usually didn’t threaten without backing it up with something. So…it had been highly likely that he would release her from her duties. Having been raised an army brat, Qun’mi didn’t know any other life, but she wouldn’t beg.
And this ‘nice’ Qator was blowing her mind, or preparing her for another battle later on. While she eyed him up and shrugged slightly, she had to grin over at him. “Oh you know, can’t promise anything Blondie. Someone has to keep you humble and in line, right? Since no one else seems up for the task, I suppose it’ll just have to be me.” Cocking her head to the side, Qun’mi motioned to her leg and then held a hand to him. “Could you help me up?” Once up she was confident that she could handle the pain and hobble along, but getting up was going to cause a lot of pain. She was used to pain, but still, it never hurt to have a bit of help. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:; 809 Muse:; Great! Tagged:; Qator Location:; That place! Outfit:; The one? Notes:; None! Listening To:;[/color] Still Rush...
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Post by qator on Nov 18, 2012 3:25:33 GMT -5
Qun’mi was a unique one, that was for sure, and that was probably what made her most interesting, that and the fact that she didn’t take crap from anyone. She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, and did so on almost every occasion, even if she wasn’t supposed to. Qator admired the fire within, but sometimes there had to be boundaries, right? Oh well, he was pretty sure that by now, Qun’mi would never follow boundaries…for the most part at least, she wasn’t stupid, but sometimes she did things that just weren’t wise. Rolling his eyes at her comment, he did what he could to keep a rather slightly amused look on his face. After all of this…they were…joking around and what not? Well, it was a rare sight, and it wasn’t going to be seen often, but it was moments like this that made up for all the outspoken things Qun’mi or himself had done to one another, verbal abuse, threats and anything else. He was certainly glad he didn’t have to put that threat into play.
Unique was definitely a good word. Shaking his head at her, Qator gave her a small shadow of a smile, it wasn’t much, but for him it was definitely more than he’d show to anyone else. He didn’t smile a whole bunch, unless it was bitter or trying to appear agreeable towards a certain dictator that was his leader…but this was a moment where…he was kind of happy? She wasn’t being so annoying and getting on his case about things, so it was definitely a change on both ends. “Right, right. You do that.” He commented, amused thoroughly as he let his gaze shift towards the ground. He’d done what he could to assist her, but sitting around would be…a nice time to catch some air. He was sure Qun’mi wouldn’t mind taking a few minutes to sit, seeing as her leg was torn up like tattered rags, and of course they were both tired beyond all belief. The rest of the afternoon would be dedicated to sleep, catching up on the lack of sleep they’d both been missing out on, rather.
“Me? Humble? I suppose you could make that your mission in life, but don’t expect me to be as nice about it as I’m being now.” He said in a friendly tone, not meaning it badly, but like he had stated before, this whole ‘nice’ thing wasn’t going to last forever. He was the leading officer for the Milites’ forces, aside from Cid Aulstyne, but he was more of a ruler right now, overseeing the way the nation was doing, Qator was in charge of all warfare and soldiers as of this point, being an ass was part of the job almost, and he of course there was his hardcore reputation that he needed to upkeep! Qun’mi may not have been intimidated by him, but that cold stare of his and his barking orders towards the soldiers chilled a few spines and kept them in line. It was all part of Cid’s idea of ruling with an iron fist. If people don’t willingly bend to your orders, give them something to fear, then the rest would follow easily.
Shifting his gaze towards her, seeing her outstretched hand towards him, Qator had pulled himself from his thoughts and gave her a small nod, registering the words she had spoke and rose to his feet. Grasping her hand tightly in his own before bending his knees and putting his shoulder under her arm, adjusting himself so that one hand was around her waist, her arm around his shoulders as he hoisted her up to her feet with little effort. She may have packed a sour punch, but she wasn’t all that heavy, easy to throw almost – not that he’d ever think about doing that…today – so it wasn’t difficult for him to help her up. “Do you want help to the jeep? Or…I can get it here? Whatever is most comfortable for you. Unless you want the old ‘let the heroic soldier carry the wounded maiden’ routine.” He said with a small shrug. How this day had gone from good, to bad, to just plain sour, to humorous? It was amazing, but Qator liked it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words:[/color] 838 Muse:[/color] Great! Tagged:[/color] Qun'mi! Wearing:[/color] >> Click<< Listening To:[/color] Nothing of importance. Notes:[/color] We can wrap dis up!
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