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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: In the Badger's Lair
On Destiny
As people finished breakfast and left to make preparations, Grace signaled Angela to come sit by her. Angela smiled, both at the invitation and the warm feeling it caused her. She moved over and looked at her friend expectantly.
“Okay, Angela, I have a job for you.” started Grace
“I was listening,” Angela responded, wrinkling her nose, but she wasn’t offended. Her belly was full, she was among friends, life was good.
“You are going with the Captain to talk to this Badger guy. Your job is to make sure everyone comes home safe,” continued Grace.
“Okaaaaayyyy, everyone safe. I can do that, Grace, “ Angela responded cheerfully enough, looking around to see if there was any oatmeal left.
“However, don’t do what you did those Tong members, okay? These guys are going to pay us and you can’t kill the wallet. “ Grace was speaking, but Angela’s thoughts were drowning her out.
Don’t do what I did to who? What did I do? Was it wrong? Tong members? Kill the wallet? AM I A KILLER????
“You do know how to knock people out, right?” Grace’s voice sounded distantly through the roaring in Angela’s ears, but it was a question, and in response, Angela’s mind presented in rapid fire nine different ways to incapacitate, but not kill, an enemy. Angela tensed her muscles pensively, and received an affirmative – her body knew how to do what her mind suggested.
All this occurred in seconds; Grace had barely stopped talking when Angela blinked back from her thoughts and nodded confidently.
“Okay, good. So if the deal goes sour and they draw guns and Jon tells you to act, knock ‘em out. Jon doesn’t like killing and my friend won’t be happy with me. Meanwhile, just relax and don’t draw attention to yourself, okay?” explained Grace
“Relax, stay in the background, but if the guns come out and Jon gives the ok, keep the crew safe. Yep, I got it. Easy peasy, like lemon squeezy.” Angela spoke lightly, but the Tong comment kept reverberating in her mind. When had she met Tong?
“Alright, go get what you need and good luck” finished Grace, trying to hide her nervousness. Angela thought she was doing a pretty good job of it; really, it was just the little bit of shine on her upper lip that gave it away. Hardly noticeable.
Angela headed back to her room, wondering what “staying in the background” would look like. She rummaged through the trunks that had come with her, and decided against the guns, nor any weapons. She looked down at the faded red and white flannel shirt she wore over baggy blue jeans and decided they were non-descript enough. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and decided to pull her hair back into a twist – there, even more unremarkable. Satisfied, she checked that the small messenger bag was tied shut and she went off to find the captain, whistling a tune she didn’t know she knew.
Persephone, Eavesdown Docks, Badger’s Office, 6:00 pm ST
As the crew approached the entrance to Badger’s lair, the open display of machine guns caught Angela’s attention. She stayed at the back of the group as she had so far, but the guns were out. Captain Jon didn’t say anything, though, so Angela decided she didn’t need to do anything, yet.
As they entered Badger’s office, Angela’s face lit up at the treasure trove within. There seemed to be no end of interesting things to look at, and Angela’s fingers itched to touch everything, something.
“Oh my, mister! What a lot of fine things you have! You must be important!” Angela breathed, then gasped and looked down at her feet when she realized she’d spoken aloud.
A man in a tweed suit and bowler hat smiles at the outburst, but his eyes are sly, and he barely glances at Angela, instead looking over Tess and Jon, then JC, as if he is trying to remember something.
“Hello,” He speaks in a Dyton accent (Cockney), “Which one of you is Jonathan Brown?”
Stepping a little crosser Jon extended his hand, “I’m Jon Brown.”
Angela lets the two men exchange pleasantries while she gets over her embarrassment. She continues to look around the room in sidelong glances, though it’s the two cute fellows sitting together that have caught her attention now. She started to brush her hair back from her face, only to remember it was already pulled back.
“Since this is our first face to face, I thought we’d start out on the right foot. Compliements of me – I’m Badger, “the man said. ” Now I hears that you have a fast ship and that you are reliable. That be two things I have a real use for right now.”
Angela’s gaze swiveled from the men to the table, but before she could react, Tess was diving in, pouring herself a drink and tucking in like she hadn’t had breakfast.
“Yes Sir, Destiny is one fastest boats about,” the Captain answered,” and we take our jobs seriously.... We aren’t the biggest but we can do special deliveries quicker’n anyone…....And for the that food there….well that’s mighty nice of you, my crew appreciates it. …..I hope you don’t mind I brought so many, Tess there is my pilot and I figured it’d easier if she could ask what she needed to know straight out......The others are fairly new to my crew and I thought the experience would be good for them..... Besides this ain’t the easiest area to walk through.” Jon nodded to JC and Angela that it was ok.
Angela smiled delightedly and stepped lightly over to the table, where her nose told her before her eyes could that the sandwiches held tuna. “Tuna? Like, from a real can? Mister, you sure know how to make a girl feel welcome! Thanks!”
As much as she enjoyed the sandwich, Angela made sure her back wasn’t towards any of the guards nor Badger nor the two men. The guns were out, and Jon hadn’t said the word, but from behind Angela's eyes, Ming watched and waited.
Posted on 2013-11-07 at 04:25:00.
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Topic: What Evil Hides in the Hearts of Men - Q&A
Subject: En'Aranthea
Hi all,
Sorry for the long silence - I am shifting from one long project at work to a bunch of short term ones, which is why I feel "free" enough to pick up another game.
En'Aranthea is not only Sylvari, but as as common for bladesingers, of noble blood, so a lot of her reticence in a previous campaign was one part youth, one part natural reserve, and one part syl noble snottiness to non sylvari  Some of her adventuring since then will have blunted some of that, but it is a part of her personality.
I like the idea of having connections between characters, so knowing Eol's sister, if only by reputation is a great way to explain the familiarity between characters that the players already have 
As for leadership, this player tends to towards collaboration, and bladesingers, who usually travel solo in diplomatic roles, are used to having to take charge in emergencies, so in the absence of a declared leader, En'A will gradually make more and more suggestions until she is eventually leader, or is working with someone who makes good decisions anyway.
If anyone truly wishes to lead, En'A will cede the position.
I'll post Character details tonight
Posted on 2013-11-06 at 15:55:15.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Agreed
It's a learning process for both the characters and players - she's not exactly a character class, and I'm feeling my way through her head as we go
You don't know what she is capable of until you ask....and she doesn't know for certain until she thinks about it or is put to the test.
But do relax - I'm not laying traps for anyone (whoops, wrong command - now I kill all of you!) - that's the DM's job. (just kidding, Alacrity, just kidding)
Posted on 2013-10-31 at 12:22:04.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: You might think they are brothers....
...Angela thinks they are totally yummy
Ody - I was speaking to MMV yesterday and I think I will need Jonathan or Grace to give Angela insractions - maybe we could work it out over PM's or email.
Doesn't have to be detailed, but if you want to avoid unnecessary killing, or no guns, etc., these are things you may want to think about
Posted on 2013-10-31 at 02:20:59.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: too kind :)
The post has been banging around my head so it was just a matter of getting it out where everyone else can see it
Once we get movong, I won't have time to obsess over every detail !
Posted on 2013-10-28 at 16:40:38.
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Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject: Cue the Twilight Zone theme music
She woke instantaneously; the transition from sleep to wakefulness being immediate and total. With wakefulness came the certainty that she wasn't where she should be. It was dark, surely that could be expected, but the thin mattress beneath her felt strange and the air smelled flat. Absent, somehow.
She rose to a sitting position, frowning to herself in the dimness. She reached out beside the bed to brush aside the blanket hung around the bed as curtain and swung her feet to the floor.
If this isn't where I'm supposed to be, then how' d I know to do that? Where should I be if not here? Where was I last night? Why can't I remember last night? Oh God, why does this feel like it's happened before? ohgodohgodohgodnotagainican'tdothisagainican'tstandthisohgodpleasehelpme
The woman bent over suddenly as her mouth filled with bile and the room spun. The sudden movement and the whimper/groan that escaped her clenched lips seemed to trigger something, though, as the room began to lighten and a holovid screen hummed to life, though it just glowed a grey light.
The woman on the bed raised her head, though still bent over with arms wrapped around her enraged middle and glanced furtively around. she seemed to be in a storeroom - shelves all around her and even the cot she was on was nestled under shelving, tucked in where a blanket could be hung to conceal it. A small crate near the bed held a metal mug, a small hand mirror, and a cloth messenger bag with a battered leather notebook on top. Before the woman had uncoiled herself enough to reach for the notebook, the holovid screen flickered and brightened.
A young woman appeared onscreen, smiling faintly as if not wanting to mock her distress. She had light brown skin and a fluffy cloud of dark hair floating around her face, but her thin nose and almond tilted eyes were at odds with the full lips and high cheekbones, as if she was of all races and none of them.
"Good morning, " she spoke, her voice light and friendly," I know you are confused, and maybe a bit scared. No, probably a lot scared. But you're ok. You're safe if you're watching this, because you are where you need to be. Actually, where WE need to be. Because, I'm you, or you're me....I never know how to say that part, but Dr. Stephanie says to just go with it. Really, I mean it. Look in the mirror. I'll wait."
Indeed, the woman on screen paused, though the clip was clearly still running, the faint hiss of the broadcast nearly drowned out by the woman on the bed's harsh breathing, each exhalation ragged with panic. She clutched the handmirror like a weapon and snatched a peek at it, even as she knew the woman lied, she didn't look like that at all, she....
Dark eyes started back at her from the holovid woman's caramel face, and she barely held back a scream. She flung the mirror down and scrambled to her feet. The holovid image of herself continued as if expecting the reaction.
"I know, hon, I know. Not what you were expecting, right? Think a moment. What were you expecting? What do you think you look like? " A pause. " You can't remember, can you? Just like you can't remember last night, or yesterday. Or your own name. See, I get it. This is what happens every morning, as much as I can tell. Sometimes we're scared, and sometimes we're angry, but every day's a new day."
The woman on screen sighed as the woman in the room paced back and forth. " I don't know who did this to us. Or why. I just know what we've written down in the book, but some days you won't have time to read it all through. So just know this: We call you Angela Ryan, and you're on a ship. The freighter Destiny. The people on board are good to you, and will keep you safe. This here's Captain Jonathan Brown ( a devastatingly handsome man appeared briefly) and this is Grace Lin ( a pretty red head who wouldn't look directly at the camera appeared). She's the one who took you in, so better do what she says. Doc Stephanie ( a stunning older woman with green eyes and a warm smile) is trying to figure out what was done to us, as our head's pretty messed up inside. Tess Zhou ( an ageless Asian woman stared defiantly in the camera) pilots the Destiny, and she flies like a demon on fire, but the Destiny seems to like her. New guy on the ship is JC Kane (pale blue eyes crinkled at her from a weatherbeaten face) and he's broken like us. He's the Tinman to our Scarecrow, so you look after him. You've been shown a kindness you can't keep; you have to pay it forward. "
"Like I said, I don't have time for everything, but want you to know it's ok to be scared. To be confused. But the people I just showed you? They're the good guys, and you can trust them. Now," and her smile returned, making her odd mismatched features light up," go get some food - you're really hungry and need to eat. Take your notebook, and read through it whenever you have time. I don't know what the day will bring, but t will be like nothing you've seen before. Literally. "
The holovid clicked off and the woman, Angela realized the room was now fully lit, and the sound she'd felt in her feet more than she'd heard was the rumble of engines. She'd stopped pacing as she watched the holovid, but she still wasn't sure she believed any of it. For one thing, her stomach was still churning so bad she was certain she'd never want to eat again, and....
Grrrrrrrlllllllll! her stomach rumbled loudly and Angela blinked...she was famished and couldn't remember when she'd last eaten. She stuffed the notebook into the messenger bag and slung it crossbody as she discovered the door and the passageway beyond. She was still scared, but hunger and curiosity compelled her.
She padded quietly around, until her nose guided her to the galley, where she coud hear voices talking. She hung back until she confirmed that the only people in the room where those from the holovid, at which point she stepped forward, too hungry to hold back anymore.
"Angela” Jon spoke as if she'd been there all along, “I want you to come too, Grace will get you any special instruction if they are needed. ”
"Ok, " Angela brightened, her fear melting away as soon as she had something to do." Can I get something to eat first? I'm starving . "
She looked around blankly as someone started to laugh.
Posted on 2013-10-27 at 20:06:56.
Edited on 2013-10-27 at 20:07:55 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Paging the Captain
(Back posting a bit to move forward)
Willow didn't let her surprise at the bodyguards' tale show on her face, but any kindness she may have felt towards their employer hardened to steel at that moment. Still, there were more pressing matters before her.
After ensuring that Havelock would rest a while longer by watching oiver the sleeping Amber, Willow left, pausing to let suppressed emotion . Only by confronting and acknowledging emotions could one overcome them, and gradually, her old fear faded. Yes, she's almost died...and yet, she didn't, and that was what mattered. Shoulders straight and chin high, she went to find the Captain.
Ony to be stopped in her tracks by the most luscious smell - warm broth of onions, carrots and celery, with hints of potato. parsnip, and broccoli...and something she couldn't quite place. Her mouth watered and she realized that her last meal was long, long ago. She saw Trish with a container of soup and biscuits but before Willow could even thank her, Trish shoved the items into her hands so she could draw out her pad and pencil to scribble a note.
* Can you smell that?*
"Why yes, Auntie, " Willow began," my stomach nearly clenched in half at the scent; now I'm so hungry..."
* No. Something else. Something ...wrong?*
Willow paused to inhale again, opening her lips slightly to draw in air over lips and tongue as well as through her nose, as the Guild's winemaster had taught her - there! Something...burnt?
It took the women almost no time to follow the acrid smell once they had it fixed firmly in their noses, and soon enough Willow was looking at an engine that was still as much a mystery to her as it had ever been, but the fine powder on the floor and the forlorn cables dangling from the shaft were clear enough.
"What is it the Captain said about the luck of threes?" Willow asked Trish, not really expecting an answer," this day has an exponential kind of luck - it just keeps coming."
She realized she didn't have the luxury of time to find the Captain - she needed him now! Walking further into the engine room, she thumbed the comm to shipwide broadcast. "Captain-san, it's Willow. We need to speak. Urgently. Please respond with your location."
Posted on 2013-10-22 at 03:08:11.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: The quirky begins
No matter what room Angela may have been assigned, she'll clean out the storage room in #12 and set up there. Matthew didn't give any details on the dollhouse, and Angela doesn't remember, but somehow, she's just more comfy in as little space as possible.
Posted on 2013-10-22 at 02:33:54.
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Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject: Angela's room
Not sure how you numbered the rooms as there aren't any on the map. It looks like all the crew rooms are two squares? All the same size? If I am reading that wrong, Angela would be most secure in the smallest space possible. Less likely to provoke panic on awakening and even if she does, less space to bang around in and hurt herself.
oh, and the pseudo military persona that helped rescue JC? That's Ming...total "perfect soldier"
Posted on 2013-10-21 at 16:53:16.
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Topic:
Subject: Nice work!
I'm a knitter, too, and nothing says I love you like making your man a Jayne Cobb hat
Posted on 2013-09-30 at 01:18:26.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I posted!
Not much, but at least I can be brought up to speed now
Posted on 2013-09-16 at 22:19:59.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Surfacing
Willow had put the final touches on Havelock’s bandages when she had a time to look up. She realized with surprise that it had been the two bodyguards who’d acted as surgical assistants.
"We been around a hospital room a few time Doctor. Kinda a occupational thing." said Slash, "Knowing what to do and how can help keep you working if you know what you mean."
“Your employer gets you into that many…situations?” Willow asked softly, really looking the two men for the first time, and noting the signs of old injuries, fading scars, cauliflower ears. “No, don’t answer that,” she said quickly, pulling off her gloves and coming around the table to take the large hands of Slash in her own,” I understand the demands of discretion. Just know that you have my gratitude for your strength,” and she rose on tiptoe to kiss the big man on the lips before moving to kiss his equally large partner,” and your gentleness. If I can ever help you, say the word.”
She let the moment hang there, then smiled brightly and clapped her hands lightly. “Well, I have things to do and you have a mysterious employer to guard. On your way, boys, I’ve no more kisses for you today. Cameron-san,” she turned to the man sitting patiently off to the side, hiding her discomfort at being near him again,” you are welcome to the scrubs, or I can give you directions back to the shuttle where you will find your clothes. While I am certain you are not responsible for your actions earlier, it’s best that you not be around when Miss Amber wakes. Please join the other passengers; I am certain that the Captain is making plans and I need to make some of my own. Off with you…please.”
(OOC: will respond if necessary, but she is projecting a doctor’s authority and is reluctant to get too close to Bridges)
As the medical bay began to empty, Willow was able to move around more freely. She checked on Amber again but the girl still slept deeply, so worn out that Willow frowned and added a vitamin B12 shot to the IV. It wasn’t much, but it may stir the girl’s metabolism to start healing the damage.
That left Havelock. The old warrior lay back, pale in his bandages, but his eyes were merely closed against the overhead lights, not slumber. She knew he’d resist not being part of the action, but every hour resting would mean a stronger healing if his wounds. He opened his eyes as Willow drew near.
“I need a favour, Captain,” she began, smiling sweetly,” that young lady’s been through a lot, and she’s exhausted. I need her to sleep as long as she can and I need to find the Captain and find out what our next move will be. Will you stay here a while and watch over her? It would set my mind at ease to have you here.”
(OOC: Assuming a yes, else I can backpost)
Willow left the bay and made her way through the passageways of the ship. When she found herself completely alone, she leaned against the wall a moment, letting her weariness well up from deep inside. She lived again that moment when she thought she would die, before letting her breath out slowly, straightening up and raising her chin. Resolutely rolling her shoulders down and back, Willow briskly went to find her Captain.
“Captain-san. What’s our plan and what do you need me to do? I’ve two patients that can be moved, but it won’t be under their own power, if I can help it.”
Posted on 2013-09-16 at 03:50:37.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Plan
I (the player) like the plan - just have to get Willow to the point where she can hear the plan .
And I am all for gunplay, but in moderation - the medical bay's pretty crowded as it is!
Posted on 2013-09-01 at 23:05:52.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: medic!
Willow had been horrified to realize that Dillon and the others had been booby trapped by their employer, and, if Dillon's crazed laugh was any indication, with their full knowledge. Knowing failure was not an option made these men even more dangerous, and the thought of more on their way made Willow shiver.
But she had more immediate concerns: Havelock was still alive and still conscious, in defiance of any rules about bullets and blood loss. "You are a defiant one, aren't you? Well, no martyrdom for you today, my love, not on my watch!"
"Mr. Matherson, is it? "WIllow called out as she put pressure on Havelock's wounds as best she could (three holes and two hands). "Might I borrow your men again? I promise to return them. "
(Assuming agreement) Willow quickly got the men to lift Havelock, an anxious Lord Hood helping as requested by Wyatt. They made their way through Rocinante's cargo doors and into the medical bay, where Willow's previous patients still slumbered.
"Buddha's pudgy toes....never expected to exceed capacity here," Willow murmured smoothly, keeping her expression serene. "Lord Hood, would you wake Mr. Bridges-san, and move Miss Amber over to the side bench? She's still got some resting to do. I'll send for her mother once I have Havelock stabilized."
While the men bemusedly hurried to do her bidding, Willow once again donned her medical coat and a fresh set of gloves. She retrieved a fresh med kit from the sterilizer and used the scissors to cut away Havelock's jacket and shirt. Once she had a clear view of his chest, Willow's eyes widened and a low "oh my!" escaped her.
Havelock's chest resembled 20 miles of bad road: scars crisscrossed a ribcage that seemed to have more depressions and protrusions than properly curved arches. Willow couldn't find more than a square inch of flesh that hadn't been wounded at one point in time or another, but of course, the three most recent injuries drew her eyes.
"Sponges!" she demanded imperiously, not looking up, and she nodded crisply when her outstretched hand was filled with the surgical sponges. She cleaned away the blood from the first wound and began to probe delicately with forceps fully expecting the bullet to have penetrated too deeply for her to find without resorting to surgery. Instead, she felt more than heard the metallic clink of forceps against bullet almost immediately, mere millimeters beneath the skin. She shifted the forceps to grasp the bullet, then pulled it out cleanly, dropping it into the metal tray someone proffered. Eyes wide, she peered into the wound, then explored gently with a gloved finger. Rigid scar tissue resisted her probing, and she began to laugh softly, even as her eyes rose to meet those of Havelock.
"You're not an old warhorse, love, so much as an old tank! You have been through so much! Let's see if these other two will be as easy, hmmm?"
Willow continued her steady work of patching Havelock up, offering pain relief if he needed it, but indeed, all three bullets had been defeated by the dense scarring on the old warrior.
Posted on 2013-08-22 at 02:44:09.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sorry folks
There have been some amazing posts and I hate to see the momentum lost. With recent events, however, I think it will be Tuesday before we see a post from Alacrity. I'll try to sneak one in for Willow tonight.
At least this week, I got some good news amongst the bad. My project is nearing the launch and so the travel requirement is dropping off sharply. I may actually have an after-work life again !
Posted on 2013-08-18 at 13:41:48.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Really?
Remind me please? Are you crew paid a salary, or a own a share in the ship? That may make a difference based on the value of the armour.
ETA: Sorry - this looks way more grumpy than it was meant to - and I blame being on the road my first day back from vacation. My point is...salvage the armour...but considering it "yours" is perhaps not your decision...else Willow claims any diamonds we chance upon because they look best on her The crew shares in profits and expenses.
Posted on 2013-08-06 at 23:30:37.
Edited on 2013-08-07 at 02:13:04 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: thoughts
Disguise? As the guards that were just killed remotely by their own people? Not sure they'd be fooled..."Jones? Didn't I just blow up your brain?" "No sir, that was Smith" "Oh right. Carry on then"
Willow would suggest that Dodger would probably find a buyer for the armour, so worth scavenging.
Now, what Willow won't suggest (but this player thought of) is this:
1. Whatever explosive device implanted in those men was triggered remotely, by someone who knew what was happening dirtside. We should check the men and the armour for transmitting/receiving devices before we get too chatty around the bodies.
2. Cortex is jammed in this area, right? Only shortwave radio working? Presumbably the ship these guys came from is doing the jamming, but if they are able to communicate with their men (and John can hear them in the atmo processor), maybe our tech wizard could work a little hijack of the signal - access their equipment and send a distress signal past the jamming.
My thoughts are that these guys are willing to kill their own men to keep their ops secret - they just may cut and run if Alliance and Starline Cruise rescue ships start homing in.
Posted on 2013-08-06 at 09:55:08.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Not a warrior princess
As the guard shook off her hold deftly and sent Willow sprawling, she knew she'd been a fool to even try. She was no warrior to stare death in the face and laugh ... she was a lover, a healer, a coward who hid from rainstorms. Tears sprung to her eyes more from defeat than any pain (she remembered to tuck slightly and relax at impact) and when the guard raised his weapon, either to club her or shoot her, she was nearly mindless with panic.
Nearly.
She couldn't bear to look her killer in the face, so she looked down and saw the same telltale lightness in colour on the guard's leg, where armoured shin guard met boot. The flexskin was thin here, as well, and if she could just ...
*BLAMMM*
The full force of a rifle shot hit the guard and caused him to reel backwards, fighting to keep his balance. Willow shrieked in reaction to the gunfire, then, cursing at herself, lunged at the guard's leg, pulling the pin from her hair and jamming it home. The guard cried out in surprise and jumped back, shifting his weight to kick Willow. Only, the drug worked fast when someone's heart was racing, and he wobbled, then fell boneless to the ground, asleep before impact. Willow pulled herself out from under him, shaking with reaction.
"Stupid man!" she hissed, sounding remarkably like Auntie Sun," I didn't even want to hurt you...you were just supposed to LIE DOWN!"
Hands gripped her upper arms just above the elbow and helped support her as she struggled to her feet. Willow shook her dishevelled hair out of her face and found herself looking into concerned brandywine eyes.
“Are you alright?” asked the young woman Willow had seen before, the one so worried about Sifu. Before Willow could much more than nod, the woman had loosed her grip and moved on to check on Sung.
"Wyatt!" Willow gasped, fear lancing through her as she realized he was down, but even as she dashed towards him, she could see the rise and fall of his chest, and his limbs were moving slowly, as if under water; the movements of returning consciousness. She realized that in her struggle with the guard, she'd seen and heard only him, and so it was with a sense of shock that she looked around at the tableau around her.
Tess caught her eye and without lowering her weapon aimed at one of the passengers, pointed with her chin and shoulder at the fallen Havelock. After a quick glance to reassure herself that Wyatt was indeed rousing unaided, Willow hastened to kneel beside Havelock, who lay on his side. She could see three scorched holes in the front of his uniform, but to her surprise, there were no exit wounds on his back. The schrapnel must still be inside, and inwardly, Willow winced at the sort of damage he must have taken at such close range if the bullets hadn't been able to continue straight through his body.
"No, no, my dear," Havelock suddenly called, though he wasn't looking at Willow," You promised, not until the very end."
"Hush, my love," Willow crooned as she eased the dying man unto his back and gently put her hands over his so he would let go of the rifle he still clung to. "Ask me not for promises, and I'll tell you no lies..."
Posted on 2013-08-04 at 02:57:29.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Bows to Archangel
You are too kind. While I have a great deal of respect for the martial arts, it is my mad google skills that came to play, here. Love wikipedia
And yes, Willow is a healer, a lover and a buddhist, but was getting a little tired of being the damsel in distress - I think Akido, which is equally concerned with the well-being of your opponent, was a good compromise for her gentle soul.
Posted on 2013-07-18 at 03:02:41.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: squeaked out a post
Too pissed off at management to want to work all night again anyway
Reading through the posts,one of those small moments that can mean all the difference occurred to me.
Justin was trotting happily enough towards Dillon when Dillon calls him "Fiddle Man". I could just see this classically trained maestro losing his meekness at being called a fiddler 
And by way, what a great post by Giddeon stepping into John's role like that!
Posted on 2013-07-18 at 00:05:31.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: A willow bends before the storm
When the guard grabbed her arm, she didn’t resist (it was what she wanted, after all!) but instead used the proximity to look over his armour while seemingly everyone in the crowd volunteered to take her place. She smiled at him weakly, allowing a little fear to show so he knew she was properly cowed.
In the precise moment in which all five hells broke loose, Willow had a deep and profound moment of gratitude for having met Lao Tsu. In teaching her Aikido, he had insisted that she practice both uke and nage diligently with a partner who wouldn’t stick to the same kata (routine forms). It was risky, he’d said, but he doubted she’d be attacked directly, and would need to be agile in her defense and attack.
When the guard started to push her to the ground to fire at the crowd, Willow clung to the arm forcing her down as if frightened, but as soon as the guard was leaning forward, Willow shifted her grip on his arm into the sankyo position. A firm wrench rotated his wrist into a painful lock, and when Willow let herself fall, she pulled him with her. As he overbalanced, she let go of him with her right hand, reached up into her hair and pulled free the butterfly pin.
She knew his armour wasn’t letting her grip exert enough pressure to affect his nerves or pressure points; she didn’t need that. She just needed that rotational twist to last long enough to expose the thin flex joints where glove met arm, and hope her drugged hairpin could pierce the membrane.
Posted on 2013-07-18 at 00:00:19.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Predictable is so boring, is it not?
When Dillon slapped Portia and grabbed her to use a human shield, Willow had a moment of perfect clarity: Dillon was here for the Stradivarius, and whether he was really a Federal Marshall or a gun for hire, he'd have that artifact from Earth That Was even it meant all of their deaths. Willow saw in her mind Wyatt trying something heroic, despite his words, or Asher jumping in with both feet and guns blazing, and it would leash a hail of gunfire that would cut them down like wheat in a field. Jade eyes closed at a horrific sight only she saw, and she knew what she had to do.
"Above all else, love," she whispered, whether it was to Lord Hood or Buddha himself, and straightened to hold herself upright, chin up proudly. "Marshall!" she called in a tone that demanded attention, and when his eyes met hers, that proud chin dipped coquettishly. She continued in a confident voice, a touch of huskiness adding smoke to the velvet of her voice. (OOC: Willow will gauge his body language and slowly move towards Dillon if he allows it. She'll stop if he starts to bring his gun up, but will continue to speak.)
"Ms. Amber's not much of a hostage...she's annoyed most of the folks on the cruise with her blatant husband hunting, and she's nearly run out of money, so no-one's going to hold back for her safety...you need someone like me. I'm, well, let's just say...dear friends with a number of the passengers, and the Firefly's crew won't do anything to risk me. An added bonus? Daddy will pay a handsome reward to the man that brings me back home safe. "
Her voice dropped but with her stage training, she could still project it to Dillon." I know what's in that case, and you can't risk any gunfire around it, can you? Let me help you get away clean. What do you say, Marshall? I can make it worth your while."
Posted on 2013-07-15 at 02:27:54.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I hate my job
I'll try to post tonight or, barring that, sometime this week. Over 50 hours a week this month, including weekends, makes for a Grumpy Cat, indeed!
Posted on 2013-07-14 at 21:44:56.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Nothing so disconcerting as tears
“Admiral?” the marshal questioned. “No Ma’am. Matt Dillon, Federal Marshal--the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancy job, and it makes a man watchful...and a little lonely." He said with an easy smile before turning back to Wyatt, “No manifest? Okay. Do you have any members of the Five Star Orchestra? The musicians?”
Wyatt’s head tilted just slightly to the side, “We’ve the sort that toots horns and puts a bow to string, Marshal. Though, I’d never heard of an orchestra being referred t’ as VIP. Wouldn’t you be more interested in the likes of Lord High-n’-Mighty Hood here, or that blessed little hen that’s been followed about by a bunch of chickadees what since we plucked them from the wreckage?”
Willow groaned inwardly at Wyatt's directness while keeping her expression as warmly vapid as before, but something was bothering her. The Marshall's interest in the musicians sounded a sour note, and the memory of nervous Justin and protective Roland also hummed in the background of her thoughts. When she remembered the details of the e-brochure Cameron had sent her, the realization rocked her, and she swayed just a bit against Lord Hood.
"Miss Willow? Are you unwell?" Lord Hood asked anxiously, and Willow bit her lip to bring tears welling up to her eyes.
"No, no, I'm fine, Lord Hood, just remembering the last moments before the ship blew. So many brave crew members, bringing out passengers....and running back in to save more! It was just horrible, wasn't it, Lord Hood, " Willow dabbed at her eyes delicately, even as her voice rose slightly," I don't think a single crew member made it onto our ship. I do hope some made it onto the lifeboats. We did see some clear the blast, didn't we, Captain?"
Posted on 2013-07-02 at 02:21:21.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Willow doesn't listen when it suits her
"'Company's coming! A ship just broke atmo!" Crackled Tess over the comm.
Wyatt glanced at the speaker and then gave Willow a brief nod, “Keep these two out of the way. I’ll deal with ‘em later.”
Before Willow could do much more than blink, the Captain was gone.
“Well, isn’t that a fine to do?” Willow asked herself, then blinked again when she realized that Cameron Bridges was still looking at her, and clearly puzzled by her question.
“I’m sorry, Cameron-san, talking to myself. I do that more than I’d like,” Willow turned to Cameron and smiled, masking her unease of facing him once more after the previous scene. She pondered how to deal with him, so that she could hurry after the Captain. Amber wasn’t going to awaken soon, given her state of exhaustion, but how to keep Cameron out of sight? She busied herself with pulling a set of surgical scrubs from her supply closet and handing them to Bridges.
“We haven’t had a chance to retrieve your clothes from the shuttle, so how about you put these on while I turn my back and tidy up a bit?” Willow put words into action, moving to the diagnostic unit and retrieving the finger tip device. While Cameron was busy changing, she put the device into the narcotics cabinet, keying the lock sequence on the sturdy cabinet door.
She made a show of putting away equipment and tidying up until Cameron settled back onto the side bench. “You are likely exhausted, Cameron-san, the scan told me as much, so rest is what you need the most. Do you think you could sleep, or would you like a mild sedative to help? That bench is more comfortable than it looks; I’ve passed many a night there watching over a patient.”
OOC: Will leave room for NPC response. Essentially Willow is looking for a way to get Cameron to agree to stay put
Willow took off the lab coat and hung it up in the supply closet, briskly tugging away any wrinkles before they could settle into the fabric. She retrieved the dulpatta from it’s place and deftly wound it over her shoulder to drape over her blouse. A quick tousle of her hair and a touch of lipstick, and Willow-the-medic was once again Willow-the-visual-distraction.
She hurried back out to the cargo bay, walking down the ramp to see the ASREV looming over the three men standing in front of Wyatt…who was carrying a shotgun?!
“Merciful Buddha! Don’t let things go south too soon!” Willow muttered to herself, scanning the crowd for Lord Hood.
OOC: If she can spot him, she’ll go to him and suggest he accompany her in speaking with the rescue party. Otherwise, she’ll head to stand by Wyatt’s side, and whether alone or with Hood, she’ll walk with her best boneless slink.
“Well now, what have we here?, “ Willow purred as she looked the marshal up and down frankly. “You are most definitely a sight for sore eyes, Admiral ….?”
Posted on 2013-06-06 at 02:52:52.
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