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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Sorry for the delay
The woman had watched the exchanges between the men, her own body tensing as the suggestion was made that she could be made to talk. When the one fellow put a cold compress to her face, she finally relaxed enough to gather her legs beneath herself to rise.
"Indeed, I do speak English, " she began, holding out a hand to be assisted to her feet with the confidence of one seldom refused," though I can attempt to speak "American" if that would be easier." A small pursed lip smile took any sting out of the comment, and in fact, her English was only slightly accented.
"We are alone, there is no need to search for others. That one," and here she indicated the dead man with a contemptuous flick of her chin," did not want company for his plans. I killed him too quickly, the pig! " she sniffed.
Her blue eyes flicked from man to man, before settling on the Captain. "Luke, is it? My name is Greta Hofstetter, and I had convinced dieses Schwein to take me to der Castle Rautenberg. Unfortunately, he had planned a detour, and I doubt he would have actually taken me there. It's actually not much farther, I can certainly show you. I must ask, though, what is your interest in it?"
Posted on 2011-01-02 at 02:25:27.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Willow
Willow was seated in the medical bay, her lithe figure curled into the lotus position on the examination table as she leafed idly through an old book. Although it normally held her captivated (indeed, it was most instructive tome, and over time had accumulated Willow's own observations and notes, jotted carefully in the margin), today The Kama Sutra and its Application in Therapeutic Medicine could not distract her from her musings.
Sighing, the doctor set the aged book aside carefully and picked up a tiny carved jade teacup in both hands, inhaling the delicate scent before sipping the near scalding liquid. The heat burned past lips and down her throat, but failed to warm the coldness inside.
It was Pearson. He'd troubled her, and the memory bothered her still. He'd come to the medical bay, and helped her with Chad's preparations, and he'd been polite enough, almost amicable. He'd not been offended by her somewhat imperious insistence that he help, and he'd been an attentive and strong arm at her side. They'd spoken while they worked, and Willow has used her training in selecting clients to try to understand the lawman. This was perhaps a mistake.
Pearson (Call me Luke, if you'd like, ma'am) hadn't taken any pleasure in the killing of Sloat - he wasn't the sort of twisted folk that took to the law in order to feed dark needs, but he hadn't felt any remorse, either. He'd not hesitated to take down a man he perceived to be a criminal, and he would do it again, and feel the same quiet satisfaction of a job well done.
That's what chilled Willow the most: Pearson had felt the same about the killing as he did about cleaning his gun, or writing a letter, or any simple task that could be done without much thought.
Ending a life should take some thought, she'd started to tell him, but he'd only apologized for upsetting her. He was clearly puzzled by her reaction, and she'd finally asked him to leave. She'd been cold ever since.
*Pop*
Willow felt the sound more than she heard it: a brief feeling of pressure against her eardrums and a tightness on her skin. She was plunged into darkness so complete that she wondered if her eyes were even open before the emergency lighting snapped on.
She unwound herself from the lotus position - serenity's seeking abandoned - and carefully made her way towards the bridge. Before she got far, Wyatt met her.
"Willow, we got more trouble than first expected. I want you to stay in your bunk until this blows over...and keep the door locked. Don't let no one in 'cept they be one of the crew."
"Captain-san, who else would it be, if not crew," she began, thinking he was making some sort of odd jest, but then she spotted the weapon strapped in place. She paled in the eerie light of the emergency lighting and the half smile on her lips vanished.
"Of course, Captain, I'll be out of everyone's way until I get an all-clear." She let the captain continue on his way, telling him she'd last seen Trish in the kitchen, then made her way to the engine room.
The acid tang of burnt electrical wiring and the equally acid string of curses would have been a guide if Willow had lost her way, but she was sure-footed in the ship that had become her home. She soon found Wolf and Bowman surrounded by unidentifiable bits of ship, both looking worried.
"Gentlemen," she began, summoning all the warmth she didn't feel but wanted to gift to the men before her," Captain has asked me to make myself scarce so that I'm not underfoot. I did want to see if there is anything I can do to be of help, first," she glided forward and took one of Andrew's and Fenris' hands each into one of her own, squeezing gently and applying subtle pressure in a pattern to promote relaxation and well-being.
"I know you will both do your very best to get our dear Rocinante galloping again. Please accept my thanks and confidence."
(OOC: Transferring plot points, dear DM  )
Posted on 2011-01-02 at 02:02:41.
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Topic: Announcement
Subject: A Christmas blessing!
What a beautiful baby, Shield Wolf! So glad to hear Mom and baby are doing well! All the best to your new family member
Posted on 2010-12-27 at 14:10:39.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: postage due
I'll be posting as soon as Al gives me some info...I'm supposed to know stuff
Posted on 2010-12-14 at 03:30:59.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: New contest
Guess which "old but beloved book" Willow was reading 
Posted on 2010-12-10 at 19:24:47.
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Topic: A Visit From Face Lickolas
Subject: hehe...
My name is Vanadia, and I approve of this message...
Srsly, very, very funny! Thanks for not making me pull the sleigh/wheel/thing
Posted on 2010-12-10 at 19:22:31.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: To Tann
Yes, Willow did not do a ship wide communication - it was direct to the Captain. In any case, Bowman had already told her it was Sloat.
Posted on 2010-12-04 at 20:08:58.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: To Ye Olde
You are right sir...I had missed that. I'll edit my post to work it in!
Posted on 2010-12-01 at 00:02:38.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Willow's comm
Willow is the soul of discretion in all matters, even when (especially when!) gently rebuking the captain for a most unpleasant surprise.
Posted on 2010-11-30 at 23:58:35.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Belated postage
Before Departure
Willow listened to Benny's story and while she was certainly concerned about his last attempted sale, she was touched by his concern for her. As he said his goodbyes, she clasped his hand, then leaned in quickly to land a butterfly's kiss on his cheek.
"May Buddha watch over you, Benny-san, and bless you with the luck you deserve. The Tong may have been strong, but, being who they are, they set down deep roots to hold what they take, and that makes them targets. I'll be gone and one wee ship looks much like another in the Black. If anyone asks, you never did get my name, but I did say that I was getting married to some fellow in Frisco...that way you sound helpful, but send them astray... ku ?
Breaking atmo
With the usual bustle of departure making the ship echo and clang with booted feet, Willow slipped through the coming and goings as a deer would slip through trees. She made her way to her room, hid the chess piece and changed into her more usual shipboard attire of a simple cotton salwar kameez. The pale green pants and tunic were comfortable, yet the darker green embroidery of willow trees echoed her eyes. Pulling her hair back into a knot at the nape of her neck, she hummed softly to herself as she walked into the medical bay to make sure everything was secure for departure.
Willow stopped short when she realized there was a body on her table: Chad. She blinked a moment, not sure how to take one more shock in a very long day, then she bowed her head and let out her breath. "One step at a time, Willow," she murmured to herself while coming to stand beside the body, "just like any other day."
From behind her, she heard someone clearing their throat, and she cast a hot eyed look over her shoulder, hoping to repay the captain for her fright.
“I’m sorry…” Bowman responded mildly enough, but anger held in check was in his voice, “ it is a fellow named Chad who I believe is one of your passengers. Deputy Pearson shot him … in the back… as the man was running in the town.”
“It was thought best to return him to his home,” he said with a faint shrug, “I’m sorry that no one mentioned it to you earlier.”
Willow blushed faintly and turned to face Bowman fully, one hand left lightly on Chad's chest, as if to comfort the dead man.
"No need to apologize, Mr. Bowman-san," Willow's lips twitched into a smile before fading," we were a little distracted earlier. We must talk later, when I've seen to Chad's rest. If you'll excuse me...?"
Willow was gracious, but her dismissal was clear; she had a duty to perform and it wasn't for casual onlookers. As Bowman left, she turned back to Sloat, her features settling into solemnity. She brushed hair away from his face, and closed his eyes (if no-one had already done so). She moved over to the comm and thumbed it while readying a pan of water, sponges and instruments.
"Captain-san? It's Willow. In the infirmary. Was there something I should know? (Assuming she is told of Chad's death by Pearson's gun, she gives no hint that Bowman had already told her...) Very well. Would you have Mr. Pearson come see me in the infirmary, please?"
As she awaited Pearson, she began to cut away Chad's clothes, setting them aside in a bag. She cleaned the body, carefully and respectfully, and if Pearson did join her, she would have him roll over the body so that Willow could remove the bullet fragments and sew the wounds shut. " I don't know the circumstances that made it necessary for you to kill this man, and I don't want to; I'm a doctor, not a judge. If you are willing to end a man's life, however, you can at least help with the repercussions, " she told Pearson quietly but firmly. "I don't know if Mr. Sloat followed a faith, but most that do want the body buried or burned as whole as possible, so that's what we need to do."
(Allowing for interactions...)
During the journey
As the ship settles into the routine of crossing the Black, Willow reaches for as much normalcy as she can. She chats with passengers that are of a mind to chat, and otherwise does her best to keep spirits up and tension low. She'd let the Captain and Bowman have time to get re-acquainted before asking for a moment of the Captain's time.
She showed him the chess piece and related Benny's story, adding her own observation that he was likely a descendant of the elderly shepherd. She concluded with the news of what befell the last people who'd tried to buy the piece.
"And that's as much as I know. Grandfather suggested I may need this before we have a chance to bring it to him, but I have no idea what it is for. "
Posted on 2010-11-29 at 01:54:25.
Edited on 2010-12-01 at 00:16:55 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Reavers...aren't they a myth?
Willow would have no experience whatsoever...and is not likely sure that they even exist. Usha made up all kinds of stories to keep her kids in line.
"There now, darlings...the photographers have gone so back to your governesses - don't pout, young lady, or the Reavers will take you!"
Posted on 2010-11-25 at 18:18:51.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Diana, a hunter of men?
The woman froze in place on the floor, her wide blue eyes taking in the half dressed man in front of her and the others visible in the door frame and window. Her red lipstick was smudged, and a red handprint glowed dully on her left cheek, but she hadn't been crying. If anything, she looked like she had been furious before it gave way to wariness.
She turned the crossbow to the side and set it down with studied care, never taking her eyes away from Romo. If she'd understood the initial command in English, she gave no sign, instead asking in a low voice, " Sind Sie Englisch oder Amerikaner? Amerikaner, glaube ich. Was tun Sie hier? Ich wünsche keine Mühe. " Are you English or American? American, I believe. What are you doing here? I do not want any trouble
She was dressed for travelling, in a finely tailored tweed jacket and skirt, the jacket trimmed in fox fur. Her flaxen hair had been pulled back into a chignon at the nape of her neck, but her struggles had freed a few errant strands to fall about her face, and an expensive silk scarf was crumpled on the floor. She raised her hands slowly and waited.
Posted on 2010-11-24 at 01:41:31.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Dapple's such a well of gratitude
OOC: Alacrity's post had Kilgim use a prayer on Dapple, and so I've posted accordingly.
Dapple had begun to rise, reaching for the daggers she'd dropped when Kilgim landed one ham hand on her shoulder, holding her down without any real effort.
"Don't give me lip 'laddie", he said quietly, and spread his free hand on the thief's chest, where throat and breastbone met. Realizing that she was about to be healed, Dapple struggled to push him away, fighting the reflex that started a killing blow, but moving the dwarf was like moving a mountain. She closed her eyes, wincing in anticipation of Clandeggin's fury. She could only hope that Kilgim would be spared, innocent in his wrongdoing.
Instead, a feeling of warmth pushed into her, a warmth of smouldering fires deep beneath the earth. A solid strength of ageless endurance rolled through her, and trembling limbs stilled, rent muscles knit, and open gashes closed. She could scale any wall, run for miles, defeat any foe...
Enough! A lucky break, the god's power flowed without sensing the nature of what it healed, but you'd best hope that the dwarven god doesn't notice. His cleric may find himself cast out.
Dapple's stomach twisted at the thought, and she overreacted, wrenching herself out of Kilgim's grasp as he loosened his hold on her. She shook herself, much like a wild animal freed from a cage, and bound off, trying to put distance between herself and Kilgim. If her momentary weakness cost him his connection to his god...
Looking for something to punish, she spotted the spider standing over the fallen Adrian. Maximus, Arien and a downed spider were between her and her target, but a quick dash, cloak spreading like crow's wings around her, saw her clear. Clearing her mind of anything but the spider, she launched three daggers as easily as if pointing, and they flew true, biting deeply. The beast squealed in rage and pain, but collapsed.
Dapple slid to a halt, and pulled the daggers from the still twitching beast. She eyed Char and his eight legged mount, looking for her opportunity to take another monster down.
OOC: Next round will be an attack on the remaining spider, if she's convinced she won't hit Char.
Posted on 2010-11-24 at 01:15:25.
Edited on 2010-11-24 at 01:17:57 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Still playing
As far as I know...and I think Adrian's only possible action is drooling...but that can still be a fun post 
Posted on 2010-11-23 at 23:35:02.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: From Greta
danke süß
Posted on 2010-11-14 at 04:32:03.
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Topic: Rollkran is ill
Subject: Best wishes for a speedy return to health!
After all, if you don't feel well, does anything else really matter?
Posted on 2010-11-12 at 17:13:23.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Catching up to the present
Sam had tried to enter with his usual cocky greeting, but as soon as Willow spotted his injuries, she was at his side faster than anyone could credit a woman in heels and a tight skirt. With a practised hand, she pinched his chin firmly and had him seated on a crate before he really knew what had hit him.
"Sam Dash! Been making friends again I see. You aren't going anywhere until I look at you closely young man." Willow's voice was light, semi-teasing in her remonstrance, but her eyes were serious as she looked closely at Sam's emerging bruises. Up close, she couldn't conceal that she'd been crying, but worry over Sam pushed her own fears away.
"Hmm." Willow mused as she checked Sam's eyes but saw no signs of concussion, "Facial injuries always look worse than they are, since the skin is so thin there, but I wish I had more light..."
At that moment the flood lights come on and fill the cargo bay with illumination. "Thank you" Willow murmurs with the confidence of one who'd always been obeyed, but the lights went off again as suddenly as they came on.
“Gorramit,” the pilot grumbled figuring what happened, "Why don’cha go ahead an’ flip every ruttin’ switch ya can find… mebbe ye’ll get lucky and send us ta full burn right here on the docks and won’t none of us have ta worry bout what ta do next…”
"Well, I don't see anything that can't wait, Mr. Dash. You're free to go save us from our banker friend. But be gentle, Sam dear, he's had a nasty shock."
At that moment Andrew Bowman returns to the cargo bay and sees Sam being attended by the lovely young lady. "Well… How are things going?” he asks, looking to Sam and Wyatt to fill him in. Almost absent-mindedly Wyatt gave a wave towards Andrew. "Willow, this here is Andrew Bowman. He's family. Andrew, Willow. She's the ship patch-R-upper."
Willow's eyes light up with curiosity as Wyatt made the introductions; she knew of the Captain's loss but little else, and here the Captain was presenting a new source of info. She lowered her eyes demurely, however, and proffered a hand to be shaken.
"Welcome aboard, Mr. Bowman. I wish these could be happier, or at least more calm circumstances, but this is pretty much as calm as it gets. "
"Willow," Wyatt continued after Willow and Andrew had exchanged pleasantries, "Tell me this dance yer engaging' in don't include other, more deadly dance partners, and that it don't have a sudden and abrupt ending. Tell me that and it's the last you'll hear of it from me."
The former Companion didn't let her surprise show, but she did look from the Captain to Bowman and back again, slowly, but then shrugged. If the Captain chose to discuss ship's business in front of Bowman, she wouldn't argue.
"Now Captain-san, I can't see the future, so how can I know how any of this ends? But," she held up a forestalling hand before Wyatt could lose patience with her equivocation," I can tell you this: I was simply retrieving a lost item for our elderly friend in Frisco, but James was sent by Brigitte to do the same. If you'll let me conclude the deal and send Benny on his way, we can get a closer look at what has Miss Twitchy-Pants so interested."
She coloured a bit at that last before excusing herself to go to her quarters - perhaps her own dislike of the redhead was coming through, but she was pretty sure she hadn't let it affect her judgement. Something about the way that woman threw herself at anything with pants...especially Willow's own men!
"Now, now, jade-eyed girl, they really aren't your men-folk," she chided herself as she rummaged in her room, retrieving Grandfather's money and putting it into a silken pouch."It's not like you have any hold on them, nor do they owe you anything...but Bhudda's left foot! Something about her rouses the fierce in me!"
Sneaking a quick glance in the mirror, Willow tucked an errant lock of hair back into place then hurried out to where Benny was waiting. She took a quick glance around, and seeing no-one other than Benny, offered the pouch.
"The amount we agreed upon, Benny," she began," and I hope enough to turn your luck around. Can I send you a wave by way of Darla's? I may want to catch up with you after this - see how you're doing."
Posted on 2010-11-08 at 01:15:32.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Wow
What's with all the violence directed towards our little sociopath? You have spiders to kill, people! Plenty of time to yell at Dapple later.
Posted on 2010-11-05 at 13:25:12.
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Topic: Chapter 2, Page 21
Subject: Had to look...
Even though I am working my way forward through the archives. Very nice clouds, indeed
Posted on 2010-11-01 at 12:00:26.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: In the same boat
'cept you left to go research the sheriff before I could react. I'll take care of introducing myself with my next post. Willow's not shy
Posted on 2010-10-30 at 20:24:31.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Hate waking up
Deep within a glacier, it dreamed. Far from any threat nor any light, it dreamed. Nothing could reach it, nothing could harm it, but neither did it live. Distantly, red heat flared, causing cracks in the icy prison, and bone chilling cold water to trickle down its walls, but still it slumbered. Suddenly, a wave of golden light flashed through the glacier, and the cracks deepened, the trickle turned to a deluge of water rushing away. It uncurled from its undeath within the ice and began to fight its way to the surface.
Kilgim cradled the broken girl's head in his lap and poured a healing draught into her mouth, closing the slack lips and massaging the throat to make her swallow. As Flynn rummaged around the neckline of the cloak to free the dragonet, the injured thief began to cough and move feebly. She moved her head slowly from side to side, murmuring, fragments of dwarven and common interspersed with the Imperial language, sounding like someone barely roused from a deep sleep. It wasn't the raspy low voice that Kilgim knew, and when blue eyes flew open and stared into his, they were devoid anything other than terror and pain.
"Ahhhhh, nonononononono!" the girl cried, and she struggled feebly to get away from both Kilgim and Flynn, batting at them uselessly while scrabbling feet tangled themselves in the cloak pooled around her. When it was apparent that she couldn't get away, she dropped her head, blonde curls obscuring her face and tried to curl up protectively, hands pulling shredded clothing closed around her. She shuddered, then a stillness came over her. Slowly she raised her head, every move controlled and tight, and dead grey eyes took them both in.
"What the hell just happened?" Dapple asked coldly, as she began to gather her feet beneath her, almost concealing a grimace of pain. "Don't ever touch me again, bard, I could have killed you just now. And Kilgim, save your prayers for someone who deserves them. I've got one of those vials, too, I'll just take that."
Posted on 2010-10-28 at 03:13:11.
Edited on 2010-10-28 at 03:14:30 by Vanadia
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Topic: Will you survive the coming zombie apocalypse?
Subject: I', one of the ones that dies early, I guess
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Posted on 2010-10-25 at 01:49:16.
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Topic: I want a new tihng to happen to this site...
Subject: Please check with the webmaster
I applaud your eagerness in wanting to share your interests, and it is gaming related, but it's generally impolte to recruit people for another website. Please check such things out with the webmaster before doing so.
I'll be moving this thread to the Spamvertize forum...and it may be deleted.
Posted on 2010-10-24 at 13:24:35.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #59: Getting his Just Desserts
Subject: Excellent episode
I'll avoid the puns (Ody took 'em all anyway) but I have to say - love the special effect on the dice themselves. They seem to shimmer and glow!
Thank you, Lyra, for the great work, and you'll be missed. Please do consider yourself a welcome Innmate!
Posted on 2010-10-23 at 13:37:16.
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Topic: Poems by me
Subject: Thank you
For confirming what we had hoped: you've found the perfect school for you!
Posted on 2010-10-23 at 13:34:43.
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