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Topic: The Guiding Light
Subject: A beginning...
En’Aranthea’s seat upon her horse was relaxed and easy as she took her time to review the settlement before her. The wooden buildings were unprepossessing, humble even, crudely raised and already weathering badly from the damp of the swamp and the saltspray of the ocean. The bladesinger made note of any defensive structures the town may possess (request for more info from the DM) and suppressed a sigh.
Her shoulders slumped slightly before she caught herself and reclaimed her proud posture. Time would only increase her discipline, but the young maid couldn’t squelch the disappointment she felt. She’d been told that human settlements could never rival the beauty of Sylvari structures, but she’d hoped to find something to stir the heart and be worthy of reporting back to Megilindir Nost. Alas, this did not look promising.
She turned her head to look at Tal’Anor, his own gaze on the buildings ahead. She was grateful for a bit of home accompanying her on her time of Journey, even if she’d hardly seen her cousin in years; he fended off the homesickness she’d not expected to feel so keenly. She waited for him to feel her eyes upon them, and smiled briefly when he looked over to her, the question in his eyes.
“The road has had few crossroads before now for this to be anything but the town we seek,” she began, the Common sounding formal and stilted in the afternoon air. She looked back to include the companions behind her and raised her voice,” but I have few details beyond the description of the man we seek. Let us proceed into town and seek lodgings so that our horses may realize some rest after the long journey.”
She slowed Melyanna so that those behind could encircle her to offer any comments or advice. New to the lands outside of Sylvari, she was careful to listen to anyone who would know more about this area and its customs. Her young face was serious in the fading light, braids capturing the orange glow of the setting sun.
Posted on 2007-06-20 at 16:35:43.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: I hate waiting....
Willow’s training had taught her the value of patience: that the very act of surrendering oneself to time and fate could have its own rewards. This was not one of those times.
She sat in the basement, arms crossed around her shoulders in a hug and shivered, not from any cold, but from fear. Fear for herself, fear for her friends, fear for Sam and Jim, even fear for the people aboard the other ship. She didn’t know what was worse: the waiting and the not knowing, or the partial knowing from the muffled sounds coming from above. Each shout, each blast of gunfire, and that final, terrifying whump of an explosion were blows against the tattered shreds of her calm, and she shuddered with each sound.
When she heard the feminine cry of pain and despair, Willow froze, here eyes wide. She knew it wasn’t Kora, but instinct propelled her up the stairs towards the door. Before she could open the door, though, she stopped herself in indecision. She was hopeless in a combat situation and she knew it; more importantly, the captain knew it and had gotten her out of the way for a reason.
“You’ll just freeze in the crosshairs of someone’s gun,” she told herself, hearing her mother’s musical singsong voice, ”and someone will have to be a hero to save you, and maybe get themselves hurt or killed in doing so. Sit your skinny self down and wait for the all clear or silence.”
Posted on 2007-06-17 at 14:24:23.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Q&A
Subject: Yippee
I'll try to manage a post this weekend, but it is an exceptionally busy one with family converging from all sides 
I've emailed you my character sheet from level one, I know you'll need to up it to third level.
If someone gets a post in before me...here is what the party will have learned of her in our travels together ...you are free to take your own interpretations of her character, of course
En'Aranthea Cormlond is likely the youngest Sylvari you've seen, unless you have been in Sylvari lands as a trusted visitor. In human terms, she's on the young side of a teenager, for all of her skill in fighting. She's a bladesinger, or Megilindar and if you didn't know what that is beforehand, you got to witness the fluid, almost poetic forms of the bladesinger fighting style when the sla'kar attacked.
En'Aranthea is of noble birth among the sylvari and is, indeed, a cousin of the Sylvari paladin (whose name escapes me, hehe). She's uncomfortable around the mixed races, especially those of part Sylvari blood, but tries to hide it with formal courtesy (up to each of you if you notice and/or are offended by it). Her manner of speech is likewise formal, partly due to her station, but also likely to her unfamiliarity with Common. She makes the occasional error in using common phrases, or takes a moment to remember a word, so it's clear she has not been speaking Common for long, and must be translating in her head.
Physically, she is tall (for Sylvari) and slender, seemingly too frail for the slightly curved longsword she bears so well. Her brown leather armour is intricately tooled with complex designs of trees, vines and other plants. Most Sylvari wear their hair long and unbound, but her golden blonde hair is woven into intricate braids around her head, all joining a single braid down her back. Small lopsided white flowers are woven into her braids, and give off an invigorating scent for such fragile seeming blooms (the healer among you will recognize the flowers as Aranthea's Heart, a prized herb with many curative properties).
The wide green eyes of a dreamer look out of a heart-shaped face, and she has the full lips of one who would smile often, if she weren't so serious. For all her beauty, the fineness of her armour and cloak are the only signs of any vanity, and she does not fuss over her appearance as you would expect of a noble woman. Indeed, she lavishes the most care on the plain, unadorned sword she carries, almost as if it were worth more than her own life.
Anyway, didn't mean to write a novel, nor looking for the same from everybody else, but wanted to give my fellow players a glimpse of the Sylvari maiden you've been travelling with these long days
Posted on 2007-06-15 at 21:21:22.
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Topic: bragging on my child...
Subject: Excellent points!
What Olan is proud of (and any parent should try to instill in their kids) is the effort and determination Caleb shows in getting better at something he loves. Skills take time and effort: it's muscle learning that needs repetition and we are a society that craves instant gratification. I admit to some impatience when I try to show someone how to do something and their first (and second and third) response is "that's too hard", but patience is a skill I've learned (it's no gift, trust me ). My daughter rebuffed previous attempts to learn to knit, but this summer, she asked again, and is working on her very first scarf.
Do feel proud, Olan, it's a shared experience that you and your son will carry with you all of your lives.
I played softball and three pitch throughout my primary school years, and my dad coached our teams every year that we played. A computer technician in the early days of computerized payroll, we didn't see my dad much during the week, but he was at every practice, every game, every summer.
The teen years were tough, and my dad's not the easiest person to get along with, but the fact that I even have a relationship at all with him now is because I remember those games, and the times in the backyard tossing the ball back and forth.
Posted on 2007-06-13 at 20:58:44.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Mopping up?
Coldly, Dapple watched as Maximus tired of playing with his opponent and finally cut him down. If something inside her raged at losing another target for vengeance, it didn’t show on her face, which only displayed a keen watchfulness and concentration.
Stepping lightly away from the spreading pool of the Green’s blood, Dapple looked towards the constructs and the lack of success her companions were having. When Valentine is sent flying backwards from an attack, Dapple shook her head, sucking in air between clenched teeth. “Why’d he go learn mage tricks if he won’t use ‘em?’ she muttered to no-one in particular. “Daft.”
Her eyes narrow as she watches edged weapons spring back from the creature’s surfaces, with naught to show for it but a bit of clear ooze. The clean scent of pinesap makes her think of mops and stone floors for a moment, then she all but slaps herself when she realizes what her nose is telling her. “I’m the greater idiot…fool…wretch!”
Even in haste, she glides across the floor, the silence of her passing lost in the din of battle. Still, her own quiet was nearly her undoing as Arien blundered out of the storeroom, great flaming sword seemingly aimed at her vitals. She spins aside with a swirl of cloak and a curse, and Arien continues on to attack the tree-things.
“At least you’re up,’ she comments pleasantly, her voice at odds with the odd expression on her face. Remember when you had to near unman him with a dagger to convince him you weren’t interested? Now you may as well be invisible…little monster.
Dapple shrugged, ignoring the twist of regret and loathing curling inside. She spotted what she was looking for: one of the torches the others had used for light in the dark passages. Holding it aloft but slightly behind her to avoid blinding her own sensitive eyes, she raced back into the room to find the tree-men taking damage at Arien’s sword.
Pleased to have her theory proven right, she thrusts the torch to Char or Kilgim, (OOC: whoever is closer). “Here” she calls, her voice cracking with excitement,” edged weapons won’t hurt, but fire will, I’ll wager!”
OOC: no room to join in, unless one of her companions falls back, Dapple can do little but go back to the store room and retrieve what torches may be there. If the opportunity presents, she’ll hand more torches over to those engaged in combat, or step forward to take a swing with a torch herself.
Posted on 2007-06-12 at 23:17:15.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Recruitment Thread (formerly known as A New D&D game - players needed)
Subject: Actually
Bladesingers are an Audalian character class, pure fighters with no magic abilities whatsoever, though the capabilities of the higher levels seem to defy the laws of nature
So, mages, clerics and even thieves would be welcome, I'm sure.
Posted on 2007-06-10 at 21:28:38.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Recruitment Thread (formerly known as A New D&D game - players needed)
Subject: Frozen Grave, Tann
Our haughty, aloof En'Aranthea will be back again, learning the big world outside of Sylvaria
Not sure I still have a character sheet, will look this weekend. Have a pile of expense reports and call sheets to catch up on (ugh)
Posted on 2007-06-07 at 11:40:03.
Edited on 2007-06-07 at 11:41:09 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Glad to hear we are continuing!
It has been insane of late for me, too, with back to back assignments and weekly trips, but the games keep me sane when I am on the road.
At the moment, it looks like next week will actually be working from home (touches wood fervently) so my evenings may actually be my own again.
Posted on 2007-06-07 at 11:38:38.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: Pirates - no spoilers
We saw it this weekend and I had a blast. Can't hold a candle to the first, but lots of action, lots of story questions answered and Keith Richards...well, he was Keith Richards! (Nuff said)
There was some stuff in the middle that was just plain weird, and could have been edited out to save a good half hour of run time...you'll know what I mean when you see it.
On to Ratatouille and Harry Potter!
Posted on 2007-05-28 at 20:35:43.
Edited on 2007-12-06 at 14:50:40 by Vanadia
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: Fracture et al
The movie with Anthony Hopkins and Ryan Gosling! I haven't seen it but my sister and mom did and said it was really good. It's on my DVD rental list when it comes out, that's for certain.
Other great, non-blockbuster movies? The Queen was amazing, Helen Mirren deserved her award! The actor who played Tony Blair didn't look like him (in my mind) but by the end, it didn't matter, he embodied the young PM so completely.
Notes on a Scandal was good, but not great...I found it dragged in places for some reason. Bill Nighy was wasted (yes, Davy Jones in Pirates!) as they really didn't give him anything to sink his teeth into.
I wanted to see Disturbia, but missed it...so many good movies swept aside for the summer popcorn blockbusters!
BUT, bring on the summer movies! No deep messages, no moral quandries, just big time fun! We've seen Shrek 3 and I had a blast (Snow White is especially funny in her big moment) and as Al said, we have our Pirates tickets for tomorrow night (yes, taking Miss V to an evening show, she loves a night out like the grown ups .
After that is Ratatouille, Pixar's redemption after the dismal Cars...I just can't wait.
Posted on 2007-05-25 at 20:03:26.
Edited on 2007-12-06 at 14:48:57 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: No problem, Bromern!
I can understand...I'd reached a high point of frustration with work over the last few weeks. Take some time, but remember we are your refuge from such drudgery
Posted on 2007-05-24 at 11:48:37.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sitting out this round...
Willow can't see anything from the basement, and wouldn't be able to do anything in any case
Posted on 2007-05-22 at 22:21:01.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Now Olan is really back!
We have a post from Arien! Woot! Welcome back, m'dear!
Posted on 2007-05-21 at 21:31:57.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Deadly when angry
Dapple saw immediately that a leap was ill-advised; it would take precious time and she needed to strike fast while the Green was pre-occupied with the throbbing in his privates. The Green shook his head while grimacing in pain and Dapple saw it: a momentary vulnerability. Her foot reached out, almost delicately, and the kick, compared to her previous attacks, lacked power, but had deadly accuracy behind it. The toe of her boot connected with the very base of the green’s nose, snapping the tiny triangular bit of bone inside and sending it hurling inwards towards the brain. As the man’s face crumpled around her foot, Dapple felt the body shudder, then go limp, sliding off her boot to fall to the ground.
That’s one! roared the voice triumphantly within her, and Dapple shuddered with revulsion at what she had just done. Adrenaline surged through her, fueling the need for revenge, and she ignored the sick emptiness at the pit of her stomach to eye the other Green. Clinically, she noted how he seemed to be able to hold both the gladiator and Kilgim at bay, taking only slight injury in the process. Both were strong and disciplined fighters, but they didn’t have Dapple’s speed, the only advantage she’d found against Greens.
“You need to play with somebody who knows the game, buddy,’ she hissed, and coiled, daggers ready. She watches for an opportunity to strike without fouling either Maximus and Kilgim, and seeing Maximus hold back, taking a defensive position, she moves to attack the Green from the side. A kick to the side of a knee is almost impossible to brace against, and the Green’s attack style depends on a firm foundation on agile legs.
Posted on 2007-05-21 at 21:30:08.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Playing the waiting game
Back posting over the meal
Willow had learned to accept the Captain’s thanks when she had taken care of the crew; she’d stopped trying to convince him that her nature would do no less. You might as well thank me for breathing, or my heart for beating, she’d told him once, but he’d shrugged and repeated his thanks in that quiet way of his.
Now, she simply nodded at his thanks for Asher’s arm, glancing at the lad and smiling as he winked at her and ate heartily. As much as she shuddered to watch anyone eat fellow creatures, she knew that the protein would do him good, restoring the vitality that injury had taken from him.
Moving forward a bit
Willow had returned to the breakfast area with her med kit slung over a shoulder when she noticed Kora staring off into space, sweat beading the mechanic’s forehead and upper lip. The woman winced in pain (neurons firing wildly in the brain’s areas of memory and instinct), and cried out, falling back against her chair. “All I have left. All I have left! Ghostriders, this is Shadow Wraith! Come in for Gods’ Sake!”
Willow glided smoothly to Kora’s side, making no aggressive moves that could trigger an instinctive defense reaction. Instead, she rubbed her hands briskly together until they warmed from the friction. She reached for Kora, passing her hands over and around her face and arms, a hair’s breadth from touching, letting the warmth work past the fear and ghosts to reach the frightened psyche within. “Shsh, dear one, you’re safe,” she crooned softly, her hands never stopping their circling motion, “It’s all right, you’re here now with friends. Come back to us, Kora-Adora,” she continued, using her nickname for the mechanic. When Kora slumped against her hands, the brain storm passing, Willow gave her a gentle squeeze, settling the mechanic firmly back in the chair and withdrawing as Kora came to herself.
“She’s okay! Just give her a few moments. They usually come as fast as they go.” Willow said mostly to Jim and Sam, reassuring herself in the bargain. Kora had always come out of the flashbacks, but Willow worried at the harm they were causing. They were a sign of something festering, something Willow couldn’t reach to heal, and the not-quite-a-doctor ached with the failure.
When Kora signaled she was okay, Willow looked at Wyatt who was clearly anxious about Kora, but also wanting to take up defensive positions. “Do what you have to, Captain-san, I will await you all in the basement,” she said with what dignity she could, but she’d already begun to tremble inside. Trouble was coming with the landing ship, she knew it in her bones.
One of the miners guided her to the steps down to the basement; in her worry, she’d not noticed which. She hugged him absentmindedly, telling him to be safe, and sat on the steps to wait, and to pray.
Posted on 2007-05-19 at 14:05:43.
Edited on 2007-05-19 at 21:20:46 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Not sure where I am :)
Willow was going to run to the Roc and back to get her med kit before hiding in basement.
Not sure if Wyatt would have tried to stop her, or how far she would have gotten before the ship landed.
Posted on 2007-05-18 at 11:06:19.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Back off, he's mine!
For far too long, much of Dapple’s short brutal life had been bringing her to this moment: a chance to begin exacting vengeance against Greens. Learning to fight, to live as a male, to survive against the odds were all investments in a grim future and she was determined to get her money’s worth, starting now.
After the initial attack, Dapple realizes she is actually holding her own against a Green, the bogeyman of her nightmares for so long. She blocks a kick, turns but is blocked herself. They exchange a flurry of blows back and forth between them in similar martial arts style. “Old school. Heh!” the Green murmurs and changes his attack method from foot to hand.
Dapple blocks a fast jab to the stomach and follows up with a knee to the family jewels, her own thigh muscle bruising from the force of contact. “A bit of the classics and a bit of the gutter, a**hole, “ Dapple retorts as the Green makes an audible sound of pain and rolls out of the way.
Char wastes no time and strikes against the one on Dapple. His blades strike true and deep, leaving a trail of blood from the imperial soldier as he twists and turn to get himself out of the position of struck between the two. Dapple throws a defiant glare Char’s way, (OOC: Char is reminded of a fox or bobcat confronted over its kill by a larger predator) before she catches herself and nods. She adjusts her angle of attack to keep the Green positioned between the two of them. If the Green is crouched at all over his crushed bits, she’ll continue the attack with a leap that should bring herself down on the now vulnerable neck and head.
That’s better, girlie. Remember, every one of those that came with you is a weapon, weapons to be used as much as your hands and feet. Try to keep thinking while using that body I gave you!
OOC: Dapple is focused on the two Greens; everyone else, including her companions, is incidental at the moment. Unless a bullywug attacks her, she might not even realize they’ve shown up.
Posted on 2007-05-15 at 21:54:34.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: *nudges her fellow players*
Raven? Addy? You guys alive out there?
Posted on 2007-05-07 at 15:05:06.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Breakfast conversation
Willow asked her question of the captain while greeting the miners and noted Wyatt’s shake of the head out of the corner of her eye. She responded with the lowering of her lashes that was as graceful as any bow, and let her attention turn fully to the folk before her.
One was rumpled and cuddly, like a favorite child’s toy, and the tall one, well, he was just plain dreamy. Both were staring at her and Kora like Christmas had come early, and Willow basked in the glow of their admiration, for just that little bit of time.
Sam finally cleared his throat and whacked him on the shoulder, ‘Jim? You’re letting the space-bugs in.” he said pointing at his mouth.
“Huh? Oh!” Jim shook his head and laughed again, “I’m a sorry ma’am, but it has been a long while since me and Sam seen a woman,let alone two and a right purdy ones at that. Welcome to our home.” He extended his hand to shake Willow's and caught Wyatt’s looking at him for an answer. ’Un- ice? Oh. Oh! Sorry about that. My train plum left the station without my luggage. No sir, nothing unexpected in the load, and you can come out and watch us load every box if you’d likes. If bailey or I want you to smuggle for us, we’ll tell you and sweeten the deal.”
Willow gave a little smile and looked down demurely before looking back up at the man she now knew was Jim. “Gentlemen, you flatter us, but we don’t mind a little flattery, do we, Kora?” She took both men’s arms and let them lead her into the living quarters, exclaiming over hologram and the smell of the gardens. She noted the two personalities stamped on the living quarters and knew that it was just the two men that operated the place. Best behave yourself, then, old girl. Don’t want to cause any rifts between the two of them.
Speakin’ o’ sweetnin’ the deal, Jim-bo,” Dash interjected, rubbing his stomach, “Hows’bout that grub? I got a powerful rumblin’ stirred up in my gullet an’, if that other boat’s grease monkey’s even half as good as our Mei mei here,” inclining his head in Kora’s direction, “ I don’ reckon they’ll be long fer showin’ up… Ma always said; better ta tussle on a full belly.
Oh hey! Wil don’ eat meat nor eggs,” the pilot’s smiled broadened wolfishly, “Ya don’ mind if me an’ the Kid eats yer share, do ya, Doc?”
Willow shook her head ruefully, but addressed the two miners first,” I do swear that the menfolk on my ship are bottomless pits when it comes to food. You’d think they were all still growing! No, Dash, dear, you can have it all, just trade me your share of tomatoes and we’ll call it even.”
Willow ate delicately, though the expression on her face as she took the first bite of fresh tomato was almost too indecent to watch. She realized a fair amount of the table was watching her and coloured prettily. “I didn’t moan out loud, did I?” she murmured, “I’ve not had garden vegetables in some time. Speaking of which, Sam, do tell me about your garden. What do you grow on this ice rock of yours?”
Willow continued to chat throughout the meal, and on the surface, it seemed like idle chatter (and most people would make that mistake). Without being obvious, however, she had the two miners talking a great deal about themselves (DM’s discretion if he wants to throw in a little tidbit) while not really giving away much about the Rocinante crew. She was never evasive, but seemed genuinely fascinated by Jim and Sam and so would turn the conversation back to them.
When the warning sounded, Willow stilled, eyes round. The Captain had no hestitation, however, and began deploying his meager troops. “Dash, go high with Asher. Kora, you an me’ll stay grounded for the time. Willow, girl, stay outta sight for the time being. They got a basement you can shore up in unless we need you.”
Willow started to nod, then shook her head, rising from the table and heading for the door. “You’re not baring steel if I don’t have my med kit! I can make it there and back before they land.”
Bangles sounding musically as she ran, Willow gathered up her skirts and dashed for the Rocinante. For all that she usually seemed to glide from place to place, she showed a clean set of heels and shapely set of legs as she pelted for the ship.
OOC: Will grab her kit then happily hide in the basement
Posted on 2007-05-05 at 00:30:11.
Edited on 2007-05-05 at 00:34:19 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Timelines
Would Willow have time to go to the Roc and back to get her med supplies? Or should I just ask Jim and Sam where they keep theirs?
We're waiting on Kora and Asher, right?
Posted on 2007-05-04 at 15:57:24.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Birthday party
I remember celebrating my sister's first birthday in our duplex in Montreal. She'd been sick all day, and it was hot in the house, so she was in her high chair, wearing just a onesie, looking bewildered and miserable as we sang Happy Birthday. It switched to delight pretty fast when she got a piece of cake though
I would have been a few months away from my third birthday, and while I think I may have earlier memories (standing in a field at my great-uncles' farm in Mitchell, Ontario), I'm not sure if they are true memories, or memories of photographs from family albums. Being the oldest, there are lots of pictures of me when I was little, a fair amount of my middle sister and very few of my youngest sister And yes, (because I can almost hear my daughter asking) we did have photography when I was a little girl...electricity, too! 
Posted on 2007-05-03 at 12:11:45.
Edited on 2007-05-03 at 12:14:37 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Willow replies to Dash's post
For the record, I don't "skitter"
I may glide, dance, stride, drift, and for the right audience, shimmy, but "skitter" wasn't covered in Companion training.
OOC: Not sure that we've been in a dangerous situation as a group before now...I need to figure out how Willow reacts.
Posted on 2007-05-01 at 19:11:38.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: The moment we've been waiting for...
“Never work with amateurs,” Fast Toes advised, peering at his young new recruit from behind a glass of cognac,” they may impress you with appears to be a talent for the shadow arts, but without discipline and training, it’s usually more a matter of blind luck. Once that fails them…”
An old memory flickered briefly in Dapple’s mind as she realized Jal was moving too fast to be unnoticed. Invisibility was a handy spell, but without the training to move smoothly within the air movement in the area, you may as well shout out your location and direction. Maybe forego the spells in the future, and stick with what you know works, little monster
Dapple agreed silently as she threw herself into a backwards arch to avoid the bolt headed directly for her face. She knew that a Green didn’t aim unless they intended to let fly; the sleep toxin allowed them to detain first and question later. Determined to not let the green try again, she lashed out with dagger and a choking grip, but superior training and size bested her. To her dismay, keeping muscular bulk on a slender frame was a never ending task at the best of times, and at her full training weight, she’d been about two thirds this man’s mass, an advantage in the sort of slash and evade combat she favoured, but not for grappling. She stepped back as soon as her hold was broken, but not fast enough to avoid the kick to the head. She saw stars as foot connected painfully with jaw, the salt taste of blood filling her mouth as she bit her tongue. As she struggledto find her balance while her head reeled, a sting on the thigh told her she’d been struck. When the bolt failed to do anything more than pierce her skin, she tore it out and threw it aside, a fearsome grin lighting her grim face.
Like the Green, Dapple knew better to waste breath on yelling or making threats, and instead threw herself into a series of spinning kicks, aimed at the head, torso and knees of the Green in front of her. It may seem futile and foolhardy for the little rogue to attempt this, but even a lone wolf can bring down an elk with the right attack.
Posted on 2007-04-30 at 17:01:10.
Edited on 2007-05-01 at 11:17:03 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: A cat among the pigeons
Willow let the lipgloss wand slide along her lower lip, it’s light touch leaving a hint of shimmering peach colour and scent in it’s wake. She pressed her lips together to seal the colour, and smiled approvingly in the mirror. Sensible clothing, understated floral perfume, muted makeup and simple lipgloss; all good choices for a morning meet. She wasn’t sure how many miners awaited them, but it would not do to cause too much of a stir with provocative dress.
“Unless I did want to cause a riot, hmm?” she asked Buddha, who declined to answer. She’d just finished setting the butterfly pin in place among coils of raven hair when the comm sounded with Wyatt’s summons.
“Roc, why don’t ya all come on down to the spread for a bite t’ eat. Step lightly folks, we don’t want t’ ruin Sam’s tomatoes.”
“Umm…tomatoes!” murmured Willow as she hastened to climb the ladder from her room to the decking. She thought of the firm yet yielding flesh and the explosion of flavour and juice hidden under the serene red skin and shuddered with anticipation. For the most part, food was food to Willow, but anything fresh from a garden was delightful, and some select delights, such as tomatoes, were positively carnal.
With sparkling eyes and a secret flush on her cheeks, Willow swept into the kitchen in search of Trish. When Trish turned to face her, bare faced and still in her “shipside” clothes, Willow’s smile faded. “You’re not coming with us, are you Auntie?” Willow asked softly, her eyes full of loving concern. “You are going to hide here, alone.”
Trish’s electric blue eyes met Willow’s and their careworn gaze spoke of pain and self-loathing. They challenged Willow to argue yet again, but the doctor could not, lowering her own eyes in acceptance. She had so hoped that the crew’s simple acceptance of Trish would help to heal the inner scars, but it was too soon. As Trish turned away to busy herself with some needless task at the kitchen counter, Willow came to stand behind her, encircling the older woman in her arms. Reaching up on tiptoes to bring herself up to Trish’s height, Willow hugged the former beauty and whispered to her, soft lips brushing the scarred cheek with love,” If you always hide yourself away, no-one will ever get to see the beauty of your soul. That’s a gift none of us could live without.”
Trish leaned into Willow’s embrace for a moment, and Willow felt the heavy sigh more than she heard it. In the end, Trish shook her head again, and pulled away gently to resume her mindless polishing of an already spotless countertop. Willow gazed at the stolid back, still strong and unbent by time, then turned and walked away.
She made her way to the cargo door to meet Asher and Kora, eyes bright with unshed tears, but a toothy smile pasted firmly in place. “Come, my warriors,” she murmured, eyeing the various guns, knives and other deadly things strapped upon her companions’ limbs,” breakfast and fine company awaits.”
(OOC: Insert any light hearted bantering here )
Willow’s eyes widened briefly at the holographic prairie farm, but the scent of ripening tomatoes was real enough, and her mouth flooded with saliva in anticipation. She inhaled deeply, lashes lowering with delight, then continued on, determined to keep her mind on the task at hand.
They found Wyatt and Sam speaking with two of the miners, and Willow took note of their workman clothes that were still carefully cared for, even if one fellow was rumpled enough to have slept in them. The trio from the ship reached the group as Wyatt was speaking.
“So, Jim, I don’t mean t’ be rude, but yer not plannin’ t’ pack nothin’ un-ice-like in what we’re packin’ out are you?”
“Well, now, Captain San,” Willow interjected demurely,” you didn’t start discussing business without me, now, did you?” She peeked sideways up at the Captain, peering from under the brim of his hat, before extending her hand and turning the full power of her smile onto the two miners.
“I’m Willow Takahara, gentlemen. It’s my pleasure to meet you.”
Posted on 2007-04-29 at 19:28:52.
Edited on 2007-04-29 at 19:30:03 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Gentle applause
Well done, Blamm and Bromern! It has been a long week for the House of Alacrity, but there is a week of sanity ahead of us. I hope to post soon, and I know Alacrity is planning some writing time for this afternoon.
*lashes her whip at killer dust bunnies* Back under the bed, you fiends! I've had enough housework!
Posted on 2007-04-29 at 17:11:21.
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