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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Can't stop the signal
I'm back from a huge conference in Atlanta and should be home for at least a week. While we do have V's party this weekend, I'm eager to get moving next week.
If Bromern doesn't work up a post before I do, I"ll assume that the Cap'n relays the invite to the ship, and Blamm and Willow will meet up with Kora to head over together.
Blamm, Lysk, email me if you'd like to combine our posts at all 
Posted on 2007-04-27 at 00:08:51.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: quoth the vegan:
Eggs and sausage? Yuck! I guess Dash can have my share *sighs and pours another cup of tea*
Posted on 2007-04-20 at 19:21:25.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sigh, yeah
Wasn't arguing...just wishing...Owen Wilson....sigh. 
Posted on 2007-04-18 at 11:22:34.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Blue light Special
Methinks Mr. Scruffy has never found the deoderant section
We're waiting on posts from Raven and Admiral, I think? (Nudge, nudge)
Posted on 2007-04-18 at 11:19:24.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Kentucky...hehe
I'm just waiting to use a line that came to me on reading the first "lenny" post: Their family tree's a broomstick...no branches at all!
So, is Sung conveying the invitation to those of us on board? A chance of fresh veg is something Willow would not pass up....and Owen Wilson??? even yummier than maters
Posted on 2007-04-17 at 02:21:33.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: help/stay out of the way/don't fireball me...
it's all the same to our little monster. Wasn't expecting help so much as hoping you wouldn't include me in any offensive attack ranges.
When I remembered th epost about being made invisible again, it really gave me pause, lol
Hey Mr. DM, if I should get zapped with the sleep poisin from the greens, will I prove to be immune (partial or otherwise) from my mixed parentage? Not that Dapple knows this, but helps if the player does!
Posted on 2007-04-17 at 02:13:39.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Not that long :)
Though it certainly felt like it. Hosting server went down last week, was back up by Saturday.
good chill: a perfectly sung note that brings tears to my eyes
bad chill: anytime I wait too long to eat and my body temperature drops...takes me forever to warm up again.
Posted on 2007-04-16 at 12:41:05.
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Topic: Vote for the Inn
Subject: I voted
And we are at number 8, as C said
Posted on 2007-04-15 at 18:57:43.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Something wicked this way comes
Wrapped in darkness without and icy silence within, Dapple waited in the shadows of the hallway, keeping her mind clear and her breathing even, she glanced over to Jal and almost cursed when she remembered he was invisible. As I am to him! How are we to signal to each other when we can't see each other? Wee Ja's belly, but that was stupid!
Dapple was shaking her head to herself when something warned her into stillness. A touch of warmth, a breath of air moving down the stairs, something alerted Dapple so that she didn't react when the two Greens landed nearly at her feet, tucking and rolling with an ease she envied. She let them pass, waiting, and wondered for a moment why she suddenly thought of Gart. The retired soldier had served as a guard to Amberlyn, and had taught Sapphirine how to ride and how to fight on their long journeys in and out of Nyrond.
Have a care, little monster ! hissed the dead voice in her soul, and Dapple turned her head carefully to watch the two Greens making their way towards the others' hiding place. She could hear the other soldiers clomping down behind her, but they were nothing. The Greens were deadly, though, and she had to neutralize them. Idiot child! They are two seasoned warriors and you are a misbegotten accident of birth. Run while you have the chance.
Dapple slipped the daggers from their sheaths and watched a moment longer, deciding which of the two greens looked more competent, or senior. Target acquired, she glided forward, a malevolent shadow among shadows.
OOC: Dapple will attempt a backstab on one of the two Greens. She'll grab him around the neck as she does so, twisting him so that he is between her and the other, trigger happy Green. The hope is that they'll fire on each other
Posted on 2007-04-14 at 21:12:24.
Edited on 2007-04-14 at 21:14:45 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Willow at work
With the Captain
“If’n you say he should remain, then remain he shall, Doc.” Sung answered Willow, his tone mild. Tilting his hat to the little woman he gave her a soft half-smile. “I ain’t lookin’ for trouble Willow, just prepared for it. Whoever was on that other ship seemed hell-bent to run us out and paid it no mind when they put their burn to our nose. I’ll not play like that didn’t happen, but I’ll not start no conversatin’ that ain’t peaceable. I promise you that. Just tend to the boy and the rest,” he gave his coat pocket a tap. “I’ll let you know when your skills are needed.”
Willow watched the captain a moment, thinking that he worked that hat brim the way a burlesque dancer worked her feather fans; the way Willow herself used her eyelashes to reveal and conceal her thoughts. She blinked away the image when she realized that the Captain was waiting for her to respond, and she coloured slightly at her wool-gathering.
“It’s funny how often your idea of peaceable still ends in gunplay. Do have a care with yourself and Dash, Captain-san? I’m just one little doctor girl, not a whole emergency room, “ she concluded, her soft voice taking any unintentional sting from her words. She turned away and headed off to the lab to see Asher.
OOC: If she notices Dash, she’ll greet him warmly and make a teasing comment about flying a camel through the eye of a needle, a soft touch on the arm to let him know she’s joking.
With Asher in the med bay
(OOC: Absolutely priceless interaction back in the engine room, Blamm! You weaved in your reaction to Willow’s orders beautifully!)
When Willow glided into the medical bay, Asher sat on the edge of the table, cradling his injured arm and scowling fit to curdle milk. He was missing the “fun” and it was Willow’s fault. Waiting here while Dash and Sung got ready (with Dash rubbibg it in, no doubt) hadn’t helped.
“I’m sorry I took so long, Asher,” she tilted her head pleadingly and batting her eyes playfully,” normally, my men like the feeling of anticipation as they wait on me. Seriously, I wanted the Captain to know that I’m the one holding you back, not any hesitation on your part. So…let’s get to it, shall we?”
Willow smiled her brilliant smile and gathered her tools for the task at hand, laying them out on a wheeled tray. Scissors for the bandage, more anesthetic spray, dermal mender, fresh gloves. She took a moment to put on her labcoat, turn soft music on the comm, then told Asher to get comfortable. “Lying down or sitting up, just be prepared to keep that arm steady for a good long while, my dear.”
As she leaned in close to cradle Asher’s arm with her own, Willow felt the boy begin to relax, and she smiled to herself. Soft music, warm skin contact and a loving way were far better cures in her mind than any sterile cold medical office, and she was happy she was able to practice medicine her way. When Asher asked, “I ain’t getting out of here any time soon, are I?”, she looked up into his worried eyes and smiled warmly.
“Don’t you be rushing me when I’m working my magic, Mr. Tallhone. Cuts are easy, the flesh is still there, just parted and easily brought together again. Bullet holes aren’t even that tough, presuming there’s no damage to what lies beneath. But burns? That’s a nasty business. The flesh is gone, or badly hurt, and has to be replaced with good healthy skin that will stretch with you as you move. Burn scars are all manner of tight and rigid tissue that will restrict your motion for the rest of your life. Seeing as you’re young and unscarred so far, permit me the pride of an artist to get you back as good as I found you. “
Willow kept a soft patter of questions and answers as she worked, the slow path of the dermal mender spurring new growth wherever it’s rays touched healthy tissue. After a time (interval to be decided by the DM), Willow gave the area around Asher’s inner elbow one last pass, then looked at the burn area closely. The skin looked shiny pink, as if it had been sunburned, but it was new skin, tender and raw. When Willow was satisfied that it was a thick enough layer to heal properly, she set aside the dermal mender and re-bandaged the area. Finished, she ruffled Asher’s hair affectionately and patted his cheek as he sighed with impatience.
“There you go, my knight in shining new skin,” she laughed gently, “ have a care now and no scratching at the bandage. Here’s some vitamin E oil, “she handed the lad a small vial,” that you rub into it every morning and night. That will stop it from tightening up too soon and it’ll ease the itch, too. Now shoo!” She waved him away, eyes twinkling. “A girl’s got to get ready and has been dallying with a young man long enough.”
Willow tidied up the medical bay, putting everything back in it’s place. In an emergency, she wanted to be able to put her hand to an item without having to think about it or even be able to see it. When the bay was put back to rights and the detritus of healing disposed neatly, Willow returned to her room and got ready for the meet. A quick sponge bath, a little scent in secret places, and then on to selecting clothes.
Willow paused in front of her closet, towel draped around a tiny waist as she considered. She couldn’t be too lavish, this was a mine and looking too prosperous and exotic wouldn’t fetch a good price for what they’d brought. “Never negotiate looking like you don’t need the money,” she murmured to herself before selecting a multi-coloured kurti tunic and a long choli skirt, the skirt’s red and white picking up the roses in the tunic’s floral pattern. While colourful, the outfit lacked beading or embroidery, and was of a simple cotton silk weave. Turquoise slippers completed the outfit, matching the bangles on both arms. Willow sat down at her vanity to put up her hair with the butterfly pin and apply a touch of makeup while she awaited the Captain’s summons.
Posted on 2007-04-14 at 12:29:50.
Edited on 2007-04-14 at 20:38:42 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: yeah, yeah
So the gaming tyrant was working on two deals that she should never have agreed to...but much like Willow, saying "no" is hard for me.
Will work up posts for both games this weekend 
Posted on 2007-04-14 at 11:50:16.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Good choice, bad choice, at least it's a choice
Willow listened to the Captain's broadcast an her stomach sunk, just a little. They'd just managed to land in one piece, with only a single injury, and the Captain was talking like he was spoiling for a fight... and that was no way to start a business relationship. She closed her eyes for a moment, reaching for the serenity the day's yoga had brought her.
"Asher, get yourself to the medical lab, please and thank you? I won't let you miss out on too much fun, but that arm needs more care if you want to be able to keep bending that elbow at any more bars."
(OOC: If Asher argues, Willow will cross her arms and give him "The Look"...one that has absolutely no Companion in it and all Doctor )
Willow nodded to Kora and Asher and headed over to the Captain's quarters to speak to Sung. She could have used the comm in private mode, but felt it best to speak in person, gauge his mood before seeming to cross him. He'd never been anything than polite with her, but she knew the deep hurt that festered within his soul, never too far from the surface, and people in pain can lash out. If he was going to lose his temper with her, better that the rest of the crew not witness it.
Outside the Captain's quarters, she took another calming breath, then signaled she was outside. (OOC: Leave it to captain if he invites Willow in, or steps up onto the decking.)
"Captain san, when I said everything was shiny, that was more for Asher's state of mind than yours," she started, then stopped to wrinkle her nose at the oiled metallic smell she noted on the Captain.
"I see you've put on your "dress" shirt," she resumed, a touch of irony colouring her tone. "Ready for trouble or looking for it, I'd suggest that Asher remain on the ship with me for a least an hour or so. That burn was bad, but I didn't want to scare him and send him into shock. He's stable, now, but needs real mending if he wants to keep the full use of his arm. Burn scars are the worst to heal, especially around a joint. "
Willow kept her expression neutral, and waited the Captain's response.
Posted on 2007-04-09 at 02:25:42.
Edited on 2007-04-09 at 02:26:57 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Character sheets
Shiny! Maybe we should have Eol move his character pics over to the character threads
I never did do a full write up as we mostly talked about Willow's history over Christmas, and then i sent an email to Bromern about how Willow joined the crew...which i don't have anymore either...sigh
Posted on 2007-04-07 at 20:33:37.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Adrian's post
Yeah for saying what i wanted to, but couldn't! (Moving Arien outside). I was trying to figure out how to suggest leaving him somewhere, but figured I'd wait until someone suggested we carry the inert Arien with us.
btw...for the tactically minded...the room we entered from the tunnel had shown no signs of use. Arien could be moved into the tunnel with a familar or dragonet guard...but i am not there to suggest that
Posted on 2007-04-06 at 21:09:29.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: In the engine room
As Kora and Dash both worked their separate magics to stabilize the ship, Willow had a moment to breathe, though her eyes remained on Asher to note any other signs of injury that hadn’t been immediately apparent. When she was satisfied that he’d just need time in the med bay to prevent scarring, Willow stepped over to the com.
“Minor medical event in the engine room, Captain-san, but we’re shiny now. Just no hitting Asher on the arm for a while, or you’ll have me to face. Pardon the impertinence, but are we there yet? My stomach can’t remember which way is up.”
(Waits for a response, will respond is if necessary).
Her report done (Captain was a stickler about knowing everything necessary), Willow moved to kep out of Kora and Asher’s way as much as possible. When Kora was done her repairs, the pretty mechanic turned to Willow to ask,” Do you smell something funny?”
“You mean besides burned wiring and Asher flambé?”, Willow raised an eyebrow, her sense of play returning as the fright wore off, ” yes, and that’s distinctly urine and feces, or numbers 1 & 2 as Usha referred to them, I had enough whiffs of it in the emergency room. Something small and nasty has gotten behind your panels and done it’s business back there. I think we have space rats!”
Willow finished by looking worriedly at the floor as if little rat teeth were reaching for her ankles.
Posted on 2007-04-06 at 15:47:14.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Awesome post, Eol
I swear, I'm feeling a little airsick
Posted on 2007-04-03 at 14:36:27.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Sounds, sounds
The bubbling laughter of a happy child
My daughter singing to herself when she doesn't think anyone's listening
The contented rumble my husband makes when he hugs me
The sheer exuberance of the birds in spring
Loons calling at sunset (the birds! not telemarketers!)
The gurgle/swish of moving water
Posted on 2007-04-03 at 14:14:08.
Edited on 2007-04-03 at 14:14:52 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Interaction from the chatty one
With her emotions (and those fed to her by Sunset) back under lock and key, Dapple was able to focus on the tasks at hand. Like Char, she started when Jal materialized through the door, but was able to contain any visible reaction. When the tattered mage asked about Arien, Char responded, but Dapple felt the mage owed as much as an explanation as they could give. The attack was arcane, and Valentine, as usual was keeping his own counsel, but perhaps there was something Jal could do to help Kilgim.
"We were waiting for you when Arien didn't seem himself," Dapple explained in a low voice, watching Kilgim and Arien out of the corner of her eye." He seemed to stagger, and when he recovered, it was like he was a woman ... a very odd one. For some reason, he moved to attack me, and well, never piss off a pseudodragon," she concluded.
"Sunset picks up stuff from people, and I got the impression of a green scaled woman when Sunset was glaring at Arien," Dapple shivered and her voice dropped lower. "We had some odd things happen with "possessions" and such in our last job for the Iron League, and it did not end well. I'd give a year's take to Wee Jas to avoid that ever happening again!" She paused a moment, her gaze haunted, then she shook it off, bringing cold grey eyes up to look determinedly into Jal's.
"Tell me about the lay of it beyond the door, and I'll set up watch out there. We can't all sit here like pigs in a poke waiting the butcher." (OOC: Am assuming Jal would share what he say, since Eol said he would
Dapple listened carefully to Jal's description, then with a nod of thanks, she moved towards the door. Catching Char's eye as they hovered around Arien, Dapple tilted her head towards the door, silently indicating that she'd keep watch as Char had ordered. With Char's nod in return, she slipped through the door and was gone.
Dapple crouched low in whatever shadows she could find, knowing that keeping out of line of sight would keep her hidden for that fraction of time longer. She crept towards the door and stairway, listening intently. Her intention is to reach the door, and shelter behind it to be hidden, but listen for any approach down the stairs.
Posted on 2007-04-02 at 22:09:12.
Edited on 2007-04-02 at 22:12:44 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: I'm a doctor, Jim, not an engineer!
Willow had been making her way to the bridge when all hell broke loose, so she reversed course to head to the medical bay. She couldn¡¦t help on the bridge or in the engine room, so the best thing was to stay out of the way and be ready for when things went wrong and people needed patching.
She hadn't even gotten close to the bay when a black and white streak blurred by at ankle level, heading for the kitchen. "Aha, but that's a bloody big rat?!" she exclaimed, but all thoughts of vermin fled when the explosion happened and Asher screamed in pain.
"Hang on, I'm coming," Willow called, leaving all dignity behind to dash to the medical bay to grab her kit. With no time to clean up, she pulled on surgical gloves with her teeth as she raced back to the engine room. There, the smell of chemical flame extinguisher warred with the odours of hot engine, burned wiring and seared flesh, as well as the tang of something acrid. Willow dismissed it to assess Asher and Kora. Kora had already turned to start fixing the thingamabob that had gotten burnt, so she was obviously not injured. Asher was trying manfully to help, his left arm a mess of black and red flesh. Willow moved to Asher's side and held the young man's chin firmly in her hands until his dazed eyes focused on hers.
"Asher? Asher Talhone, you look at me now," she said in a calm but firm tone, the command unmistakable. "This is no big deal, you hear me? Let's patch you up so you can be of more use to Kora here, alright?"
(OOC: Assuming Asher will stop long enough with a pretty doctor tugging at him )
Willow smiled reassuringly at the young man, then took his left arm carefully into her gloves hands to examine it. The slightest move made burnt cloth pull at the oozing burns, and she knew she had to protect the tender flesh beneath. "Hang on, babe," she murmured, then reached into the kit to pull out a can of anesthetic spray. She applied the spray liberally to the burned areas, knowing she had to remove the cloth and dead skin as quickly as possible. Once the numbing effect of the spray took hold, surgical scissors made quick work of the remains of Asher's sleeve.
"Just you watch what Kora's doing, ok, Ash? You pay her close mind, so you know how to help in a minute," Willow soothed, not wanting Asher to see the next step. (OOC: Whether he looks or not, she has to do the next part.) With the same scissors, she snipped any flesh that was clearly dead, leaving inflamed and injured flesh that could heal cleanly. "Just a minute more, and we'll be done, my dear, " she murmured, smiling again as the worst of it was over. A thorough splash of antiseptic on the area, then she applied a quick sealing bandage, the weave designed not to stick to raw flesh. Patting the edges in place before the anesthetic spray could wear off, Willow looked back up at Asher and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"And a kiss to make it all better," she finished, letting the young man go and stepping back to start cleaning up the debris of her work. "Give Kora what help she needs, and when you're done, we'll get you on my table for a proper healing. "
Willow nods reassuringly and steps back up against a wall, where she'll be out of the way but able to keep an eye on Asher. It wasn't a major injury, but it was a close thing. A few seconds longer in the flames, and Willow might have been doing an amputation.
OOC: That's enough for now, want to leave room for interaction
Posted on 2007-04-02 at 03:16:05.
Edited on 2007-04-02 at 03:21:29 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Hurrah!
Good to have you back...my bos decided my calendar was getting too full so cut back on my assignments (at least we'll see how that lasts).
Asher...watch yourself...boys playing with fire can get burned 
Posted on 2007-03-31 at 22:23:37.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Feelin' helpless
I guess I'll just head over the the sick bay and re-inventory the supplies.
Another ship trying to take our job?? Blow 'em a kiss as we buzz by, Dash!
Posted on 2007-03-30 at 03:04:53.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Laughing at Eol
Willow: Come on, Dash...a little flexibility would do you good, and it would help with all that tension you're carrying."
Dash: Gorram it, woman! I like my tension where it is!
Away for a couple of days, so I posted up to Al's last DM post.
Posted on 2007-03-29 at 18:01:10.
Edited on 2007-03-29 at 18:37:23 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Shipside routine
With the med supply run done and stocked away, Willow settled into the routine she¡¦d established when traveling from one bit of rock to the next. There was laundry to consider, both her outfits from dirtside and the sheets she'd loaned to Asher for his big night out. Or was that "in" , Willow chuckled wickedly to herself.
Water was carefully rationed on ships, but some genius had developed a system of tumbling clothes in a blend of silicate beads that absorbed dirt and odour, leaving clothes clean and fresh. Willow used the unit on her sheets, then grabbed enough beads in a bucket to "handwash" her clothes, a small bowl of water handy to spot clean what the beads missed. This she did with complete absorption, humming to herself and exclaiming with delight when everything was clean, fresh and neatly folded again.
The medical bay was reviewed thoroughly; the newer supplies rotated behind older ones. As fussy and girly as Willow's bunk was, this room was spotless and spare, everything in its designated place. Woe to anyone who "borrowed" some surgical tape or scissors and put them back in the wrong spot.
To keep slender and fit on such a small ship, Willow started a daily yoga class, or at least, she practiced yoga daily and invited the others to join her. Her bunk was too small, so she¡¦d lay out her mat in the dining area between lunch and dinner, set soft music to playing on the kitchen comm., and move through one graceful pose to the next. (OOC: Not sure if anyone joins her, but I'm sure there's the occasional audience )
It was after one such session that Willow returned to her bunk, glowing from the exercise and serene with the inner peace it brought. She was stowing the yoga mat in the storage closet when the basket of scarves over her bed caught her eye. Each scarf was normally rolled and tucked into the basket so she could quickly find the right colur or material, but someone had rummaged in the basket, pulling the scarves apart and bundling them together. As Willow pulled the basket down and started to pull out the scarves to resort them, muttering in annoyance, she realized there was a round depression in the middle of the basket, as if something had curled up in the scarves to make a nest.
"Space rats?!" she gasped, horrified. "Not in my bunk, not in my SCARVES! " That second part came out almost as a wail, and Willow was about to dash off in search of Kora, or maybe Dash, of maybe one of Asher's big guns (non violence going out the door when it came to Willow's clothes) when the comm crackled with Dash's signature drawl.
"A'right, ladies an' men-folk,"¨ Dash broadcast to the ship, "Ya'll need ta get yer gorram asses up here! Ya ain't gonna wanna miss this!"
Willow was all too glad to escape her rat infested bunk, and was making her way to the bridge when Dash yelled," Mei mei, get yer fine li'l ass back there an' get me some juice flowin'! Ever'body else, grab hold o' somethin'! This tzao gao's 'bout ta get all kinds o' crazy!"
Willow hastened to grab ahold of something solid nearby and braced herself as best she could. "Now what?!" she wondered.
Posted on 2007-03-29 at 17:17:25.
Edited on 2007-03-29 at 17:22:14 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Awww! Ain't that sweet?
Now why are you all hugging and stuff when there are posts to be written?
Posted on 2007-03-27 at 12:00:16.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: 'Ware the dragon!
(OOC: Rewinding my previous post since Alacrity says Sunset won initiative )
Sunset hissed and drew her wing back as if to strike. Dapple’s last coherent thought was a very clear image of a woman lunging to attack her - a woman with-talon like hands and greenish skin. The others may be have been moving to intercede, but Dapple wasn’t conscious of anything but the rage pouring from behind a barrier ripped to shreds in her mind. Angerfearbetrayalloathing hazed her vision with red as she tooks a few steps back from the man she’d once come close to trusting. She seemed to coil into herself, a snake preparing to strike.
That’s when Sunset struck with the only weapon she had left: a mental blast that stopped Arien in his tracks. He screamed with pain and fell, with Char on top of him. Though Dapple wasn’t the target, Sunset’s proximity on her shoulder meant that she got a piece of the vision of Alloryn, magestic in her anger and disapproval of Arien’s behaviour. Dapple hissed in pain at the mental assault (sounding a little like the pseudodragon herself), but the blast had cleared her mind. She wasn’t back in Cumberland Crossing, it was Arien who’d been about to attack her, not Tonno, and she wasn’t going to give into the rage seething through her like molten lava.
Dapple had already half crouched to give her leap more power, and instead she curled protectively around herself and Sunset, who’d retreated into her cloak after giving a few more warning hisses. Dapple ignored the visions being pushed on her as she willed herself into unfeeling calm, pushing the rage and hurt back down deep inside. She touched the cold stone wall and pulled the cold into herself, covering old and new hurts with a fresh layer of ice. When she felt the barrier would hold, she let go of the breath she’d been holding and glanced at the others.
They were gathered around Arien, who still hadn’t moved after falling. Char had rolled him over, and Dapple looked at the white, still face of Alloryn’s twin. “Is…is he alright?” she asked, her voice ragged. She stopped and bit her lips, letting herself worry about Arien.
Sunset poked her head out from where she was hiding and trilled a note of concern. Dapple remembered the feel of the blast and shivered. "Remind me to stay on your good side, little dragon, " she muttered.
Posted on 2007-03-25 at 15:47:10.
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