The Sereni-Tree, the Immortals, the Octagonal Order, and the Harbinger of Darkness
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Saturday, November 11, 2006 15:48
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*Links arms with SR*
"well, the pub is safe... for now, but i can't help thinking that they might thaw out pretty soon.
if you're certain that thing with the electricty would work, might not hurt to get a generator sent down.
As for the extorting. Maybe another pub, i think we'll be nice to this one *leans in* between you and me, theres somethin not quite right about those barmaids...
oh! breakfast!"
sits down to eat.
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The next several seconds were very difficult for 13 to follow. It seemed to be a mass of flying arrows, biting frost, and even bity-er animals. He could really only jump around, swing his sword, and look active.
Then, it was over.
The orange man had been spirited away by more of his pet herons, while the woman...
13 slid his gaze to a trapped Sir Wil, legs rooted to the ground with ice. The woman was standing in front of him, hands freezing the air with mystic energy.
13 hurled the sword like a javelin through the air, wincing as it passed through the woman's gut.
Her mouth yawned open wordlessly, while Wil, who'd freed himself from the icy constraints, nocked an arrow.
"Alright, Immortal," he said. "Tell us where the other one went! And talk fast, for my grip is slipping."
The woman slitted her eyes, and breathed out silence. Wil stared dumbly.
"Can you speak up?"
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ON THE SERENI-TREE:
Trey sits in a chair in the med-lab, watching a large, bubbling vat. The door opens, and Deuce and Bobbie Sue walk in. Trey smiles and massages her temples. “You are a little late,” she tells the newcomers.
Bobbie Sue runs up and peers into the vat. “Ooooh! Is she done yet? I can’t wait for Bride1 to be… Ewww! Yuck!”
“Not done yet,” Trey tells her, “as you can see.”
Deuce walks up and hands Trey a katana in a scabbard. “This is for Ace. When she finally wakes up, she’ll want a blade.”
Trey examines the sheathed weapon. “Nice one. Where did you get it?”
“Oh, from that stash of twenty that Cozen got us back on Earth-That-Still-Is, when we were fighting Reavers and the like. My pair came from that batch, and Serenity’s did, too.”
“Oh, let me see!” Bobbie Sue snatches the katana from Trey’s hands and slowly draws it from its scabbard.
Deuce’s eyes narrow and she steps back. “Hey! That’s not a toy!”
Bobbie Sue pouts at her. “Well, duh! Hey, I know how to handle weapons. Jayne-clone2 showed me.”
Trey stands. “I need to take a break. Can you two watch her for a bit?”
Deuce frowns. “I’m late for weight training.”
Bobbie Sue’s face brightens, and she looks up from the katana. “I can do it! I can watch her.”
Deuce and Trey look at each other, and then back at Bobbie Sue. “Are you sure?” Trey asks.
“Of COURSE! I mean, what’s going to happen? I’m not going to fish her out of there too early, that’s for sure!”
Wearing a somewhat dubious expression, Trey nods slowly. Deuce and Trey depart the med lab.
Bobbie Sue starts wandering around the med lab, swinging the katana about her head and making ‘samurai noises’.
By accident, the tip of the swinging blade knocks a beaker labeled “Chemical X” off of a shelf and into the vat containing the re-forming Bride1. The black liquid in the beaker merges with the concoction in the vat, and it begins to bubble, then boil far more fiercely than before. A dark, choking cloud arises from the vat, then dissipates. The violently churning liquid slowly reduces to its former level of bubbling.
“Uh oh!” Bobbie Sue slowly sheaths the katana, carefully places it on the chair Trey was using, and strolls out of the med lab, whistling innocently.
Deuce, Bride2
Trey, Bride3
Bobbie Sue, Bride6
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*Serenity heads to the common room, still searching for her husband. She finds him sitting on a couch, flicking through the channels on the TV.*
Hey you. *She says sheepishly, as she comes and sits down by Soul.*
You fell asleep! *He says, just a bit accusatory.*
I know! I'm so sorry! I must have been more tired than I realized.
But...I'm awake now.
*She scoots closer to Soul, who turns off the TV, tossing the remote over his shoulder. He kisses her and pulls her closer. Soon, she is ensconsed in his lap, his hands tangled in her hair.*
Perhaps we might move this somewhere more....private. *She whispers in his ear.*
Good idea! *He says, starting to get up.*
*Just then, security alarms blare out throught the ship, lights flashing.*
*Serenity is nearly dropped to the floor as Soul stands up quickly.*
Sorry, love, gotta run! *He kisses her quickly on the cheek and then sprints toward the security office.*
Oh, 
!!
*Serenity straightens her robe and heads to the kitchen to find some ice cream.*
Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
http://callmeserenity.livejournal.com/
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ooc - yup, definitley a situation that calls for ice cream!
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Down on Zanzibar:
Quote:
13 wrote:
The next several seconds were very difficult for 13 to follow. It seemed to be a mass of flying arrows, biting frost, and even bity-er animals. He could really only jump around, swing his sword, and look active.
Then, it was over.
The orange man had been spirited away by more of his pet herons, while the woman...
13 slid his gaze to a trapped Sir Wil, legs rooted to the ground with ice. The woman was standing in front of him, hands freezing the air with mystic energy.
13 hurled the sword like a javelin through the air, wincing as it passed through the woman's gut.
Her mouth yawned open wordlessly, while Wil, who'd freed himself from the icy constraints, nocked an arrow.
"Alright, Immortal," he said. "Tell us where the other one went! And talk fast, for my grip is slipping."
The woman slitted her eyes, and breathed out silence. Wil stared dumbly.
"Can you speak up?"
Krysta the White calmly pulled 13’s sword out from where it had impaled her belly. She held it in her hand, regarding it for a moment. Then she casually dropped it at her feet as she smiled. Her blood, as it issued from the wound, instantly froze solid.
She took a deep breath, and seemed to shout. As they strained their ears, Sir Wil and 13 could barely hear her say, “Ouroborous is a coward, without the stomach for a real fight. But I shall not allow him to steal this glory from me! I shall bring you to the Empress, Sir Wil. But perhaps you should thank me for that. She always had an inexplicable fondness for you. Perhaps she will allow you to live as her slave.” She turned to 13, and took another great breath. “And you, abomination, perhaps we will discover that you taste like chicken, after all.” Krysta smiled and raised her hand. Crystals froze and floated down from around her outstretched fingers. Not crystals of water, but of the air itself.
Sir Wil shook his head slightly. “I think not!” Suddenly, he spun about and fired the arrow at a seemingly random target. It struck a ball lying in the alley, almost hidden by some rubble. “Infuse Ward!” The globe began to glow with an inner light, and floated upward.
From all around her, Krysta could hear other voices.
“Infuse Ward,” said Sir Elaine.
“Infuse Ward,” said Sir Morgana.
“Infuse Ward,” said Sir Devan. “Activate Wards Major!”
Krysta launched herself upward in hopes of evading the trap, but it was too late. The four glowing globes had arranged themselves around the Immortal in a perfect square. Their power linked, and she was thrown down roughly to the cobblestones of the alley below.
But the strain was great. Sir Morgana’s eyes were tightly shut as she concentrated. Sir Elaine went down to one knee, dropping her great two-handed sword at her side and panting heavily. Sir Wil bowed his head as if straining under a great weight.
Sir Devan was weary, but he took in another breath. “Seal Wards Major!” Blood began to trickle from his nose, and he absently wiped it away.
The four glowing globes began to orbit Krysta, then spiraled inward until she was tightly held, completely constrained.
Devan walked over to the exhausted Sir Elaine and helped her to her feet. “That went well,” he said.
“Very well,” Morgana agreed as she smiled.
“Better than when we caught Zorander,” Wil observed.
“Yes,” Devan nodded. “None of us died this time. Well, perhaps we should inform that newcomer that we have an Immortal that he can experiment on.”
Morgana’s mood changed and she stalked over to Wil, pointing at 13. “Sir Wil, what is the meaning of this? Why are you associating with this vat-spawn of the Immortals?”
Despite her small size, Sir Elaine hefted her greatsword with ease. “Here, allow me to take care of it!” She spun the large weapon around her head with fabulous skill.
“No!” said Wil.
“No?” the other three chorused.
Meanwhile, Ouroborous the Green (not orange!) stared down at the scene from the rooftops and muttered to himself. “Well, well,
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Wisp followed Sir Devan outside as he had requested dressed in his new A.I.E complete with anti-magical armour and weapons. The cage was green camoflage that stood around 8 feet high. Wisps arms and legs entered the respective structures and a mixture of hydraulic assistance and neural motor support controlled the movement. In reality it didnt require much effort at all to move around except for the difference inherent with being larger. The hands consisted of three fingers and thumb arranged in a circular fashion with a single joint to allow things to be picked up.
There were 2 antimagic weapons on each arm and standard cannon on the shoulder for attack. He had tested the magical shielding with Guidians powers and it passed with flying colours. He now hoped to use the immortals genetic code against them.
"Bring her inside. Im ready for her"
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A hooded figure walks slowly into the square, a sword handle visible over one shoulder.
The figure pauses to examine the signs of the recent battle, sifting some of the ashes through his hand before straightening and continuing on. He approaches the group about to enter the pub/inn stopping at Sir Kei’s snoring form.
“Kei, you great lumbering ox, I knew you’d be involved. Get up.” The figure kicks Sir Kei in the side, but it elicits no response.
“KEI!!” the figure kicks him again, this time there is a response… an interruption of his snoring only.
Ruby emerges from the inn lugging a large pail of water. The others stop to watch.
Taking the pail from Ruby with a nod of thanks, the figure throws the water at Sir Kei.
“Wha…?” Sir Kei sputters, rolling over and removing his helmet. “Sir Luc!! What say you?”
“While you were…” Sir Luc waves his hand encompassing the battle damage in the square “…frolicking around here and having a nap, Sir Devan put the call out. We are to convene at the Keep.”
“Now??” Sir Kei looks longingly at the Inn “But I have yet to finish my break fast.”
“If you were left to your own devices Kei, break fast would be an all day event. Let’s go.” The figure says impatiently.
“I won’t be but a moment.” Sir Kei says as he struggles to his feet. Sir Luc watches but doesn’t offer to help.
“Sir Luc, these are my new friends. Friends, this is Sir Luc, another of my order.”
“Isn’t he a little … young to be a knight?” ScorpionRegent asks, taking in Sir Luc’s slight form. At 5 foot 5 inches, roughly, he indeed looked like a child next to Sir Kei.
Sir Luc throws back his hood letting her auburn locks fall free. “That’s Sir Lucretia. And as you know full well…” She glares at ScorpionReagent, “…I am not a boy. I’d like to say well met again Scorpion Reagent, or whatever name you’ve adopted this time, but our last meeting, or shall I say your abrupt departure, dictates otherwise. Let’s go Kei. It’s not seemly to keep Sir Devan waiting.”
Sir Kei kisses the back of Jake7, Ruby and Seryn's hands, oblivious to the scowl from Scorpionreagent. “Until we meet again fair maidens.” He turns, places his fingers to his mouth and whistles a shrill high pitched whistle.
Kei then stands nonchalantly like he’s waiting for a bus, adjusting various pieces of his armour.
A large chicken hawk drops out of the sky landing before Sir Kei.
“I hate that bird.” Sir Luc grumbles from behind Sir Kei.
“I know not why, I think he likes you.” The bird shifts its gaze to Sir Luc.
“Yeah, as in for lunch…” She says.
Sir Kei chuckles then grabs Sir Luc, throwing her up onto the birds back before following. He gives a jaunty wave as the big bird launches into the sky.
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"Stop doing that thing"
"What thing"
"That thing where your mouth moves and noise comes out"
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TheRealMe calls out at the departing Sirs Kei and Luc: "Ummm! Excuse me? Order? Uh, where might you be going? Can we help?"
TheRealMe, Captain of the Sereni-Tree
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Seryn eyes SR with a raised, half annoyed, half amused eyebrow. But she can't keep from laughing.
"Yes, what say you my love? Do we follow your friend or do we return to the castle to complete the task th baroness gave you?"
"I vote we head for the keep!"
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