Life Onboard Serenity: Forwardly Going In A Vaguely Type Direction
POSTED BY: DRPAIN
UPDATED: Sunday, November 16, 2008 04:58
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He had felt it. She was so loud. He had just come back when Mal walked in. "I'm not really sure," he said to Mal's question. Then he left the room. He couldn't read as specific as River, so he had to get the facts from either her or Ivy herself. He walked toward Pan's bunk to figure out what was going on.
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Pain's Bunk
Pain didn't hear the first knock or the second knock. Instead he just made a little grunting noise and snuggled closer to Ivy, one hand cupping a breast. The third knock was louder and Pain opened his eyes. His movements as he got out of bed coupled with another knock woke up Ivy.
She yawned, looked at Pain who was standing up now, and asked somewhat confused, "What's going on? Who's at the door? I hope it's not 13 again."
"Relax, baobei." Pain replied as he walked over to the comm. "I'll see who it is." Pushing a button on his room's comm, Pain asked, "Who's there?"
"It's me, Pain." replied John.
"Give me a minute." Pain interjected. He took his thumb off the comm's button, turned to Ivy who was still naked in his bed, and said to her as he slipped on his boxers and pants, "You might want to put some clothes on or cover up, darlin'. We might be havin' some company."
He pushed the comm button again and asked, "Hey there, John! What can I do for you?"
During that time 13 saw John at the hatch of Pain's bunk and moseyed on over with a grin on his face. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet and asked, "So you going to have a talk with Pain?" He grinned and added, "Can I join?"
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Pain's Bunk
"It's me, Pain."
"You might want to put some clothes on or cover up, darlin'. We might be havin' some company."
Company? she thought. Who could it be? Mal? 13? What were they going to accuse her of next?
Ivy leaned over and grabbed one of Pain's t-shirts and slipped it over her head. She also found her underwear and slipped them on as well. Just in case, she wanted to be able to get herself out of there, not that she thought she could go far. She backed up into the corner of the bed and pulled the linens up to her chin. She was scared.
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Pain pushed the comm button again and asked, "Hey there, John! What can I do for you?"
John. She hadn't seen him in a while. He wasn't even at the 'inquisition' when Mal accused her of being a fed. Did Mal send him there to get an impression of whether or not she was lying? The thought of someone else giving her the third degree was terrifying. So Ivy faded back and let Tommy take control.
If you want to go there, Tommy thought. Then bring it on.
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Isahiah considered the rugged man who stood by the room's open door as John walked through it. His bearing was that of a commanding figure of some sort, yet that didn't seem to coincide with the way John had all but brushed him off mere moments ago. Interesting. "Would I be right to assume you're the ruler of this land?" he asked whimsically.
The man turned to him and smiled. His smiling mien was engaging, almost overwhelmingly so, yet it retained an almost foreboding quality. "Quite," the man said, taking a pair of steps toward Isahiah. "Now let's make this quick, shall we? Spell out your name and business."
"Do you greet everyone that way?" Isahiah replied, his words broken up by series of dry, harsh coughs.
"Nope. I'm takin' the edge off on account of you being all parchmentified and weedy-looking," the captain said. "Start talking."
Isahiah chuckled halfheartedly before replying in a slow, drawly voice: "Nazarov. Isahiah. And my business is, well, none of yours, I'm afraid."
The captain nodded his head sideways. "'Not good enough," he said, drawing closer to Isahiah, and making his physical presence all the more pressing. "Le'me give you the lowdown here; I can't be bothered prying answers outta you, I've got enough on my hands as it is. Now, I could just as well have you doped up and drop you off on the next pile of dirt 'comes our way. Instead, I'm offering to freight you to wherever it is you need to be. But before I do that, I need to make sure having you around won't pose a risk to me and my people. "
Isahiah brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck as he considered the captain's words. "I see," he started. "I already gave you my name, although I don't have the paperwork to give credence to it, so you're pretty much gonna have to take it on faith that it's genuine... Then again, the same could be said about anything I could ever tell you about my line of work, so what's the point of this, exactly?"
"Well these are mighty unforgiving times, as I'm sure you're plenty aware of," the captain replied. "'Pays to know who you're playin' host to. Plus, I gotta admit I'm dyin' to know what could've fostered you to show up at my doorstep clad in full dung mail. I've got a funny feeling that'd be some story."
Isahiah sighed and gave a shrug of resignation. "All right, I'll indulge you," he said. "Firstly though, I'd prefer for our young doctor friend to vacate the premise, and close the door on his way out."
The captain motioned for Simon to leave the room, which he did without much fanfare, then laid his inscrutable gaze back on Isahiah. "Why so secret?" he asked.
Isahiah smiled. "Why so curious?"
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BigWolf18 "Way i remember it, you said you was leavin', dare say that saved us a whole peck o' trouble. now i gotta wonder what could spur on a fine disreputable man like yourself to show your fine disreputable face here again."
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"Whatever," he said to 13, crazy android brains made him uncomfortable, but this conversation would probably be just that. "Ivy, he said entering the bunk. I mean this in no hostile terms. I don't know what's been going on here, but I'm no stranger to past life's comin and biting you. Whatever was in your head just now was loud. I felt it al the way in the infirmary. So I have to ask, are you okay? I'm mean really."
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So I have to ask, are you okay? I'm mean really."
Tommy cocked her head at him. Was he being genuine? She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure it out. But Ivy was satisfied. She trusted John, so she slid forward and smiled tiredly at him.
“I’m fine, John. Really. I just–“ Ivy started to say as someone else came down the ladder. It was 13.
Tommy reclaimed control, her anger palpable. She looked at John, then Pain and back to John.
“What is he doing here?” she spat out. She addressed 13 directly. “Why are you really here? You’ve come here to make trouble. We don’t need your trouble.”
13 thought the “we” she was talking about meant Pain and Ivy. Pain and John instantly knew that the “we” she referenced was actually Ivy and Tommy. John looked back at Pain and realized that he was well aware of Ivy’s condition.
“No,” 13 calmly told her, his words steely. “I think you’re the trouble. I’m with Mal. He’s suspicious about you. You might be a fed or you might not be, but something is definitely hinky.”
Pain’s jaw clenched. John looked at the three people standing around him. Ivy was changing; anger, then calm, then intense anger again. 13 was angry and Pain was fast approaching it.
“She’s trouble, Pain," 13 continued as he turned to Pain. "If you were being more objective, you’d see it too, but she’s got you so wrapped around her little finger that you’re not thinking with anything other than your pants–“
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Pain's Bunk
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“She’s trouble, Pain," 13 continued as he turned to Pain. "If you were being more objective, you’d see it too, but she’s got you so wrapped around her little finger that you’re not thinking with anything other than your pants–“
"Get. Out. NOW!" growled Pain at 13 with fists clenched.
"I will do no.." 13 replied before Pain cut him off, "Outside now! You got a problem with Ivy and I, you take it up with me OUTSIDE! Dong ma?"
Pain was furious now. His heart rate increased and blood was pumping. He was angry at 13 and you didn't need to be a psychic to see that. Pain's eyes narrowed as he looked at 13 and took a step forward.
"Fine." replied 13, looking into Pain's raging eyes. "We'll play it your way." He walked over to the ladder and started up it. As he climbed up, he continued, "See you topside, Pain."
As Pain heard his bunk's hatch close, he calmed down and stood next to Tommy. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. Pain could feel the tenseness in her muscles as he whispered into her ear, "It's alright now just calm down and relax.I'll go deal with 13 outside. You'll be safe here with John. Alright?"
He looked to John with a raised eyebrow and asked, "She will be safe with you. Right?"
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WWJD: What Would Jayne Do?
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OOC: I LIVE! Sorry for the absence, folks. Had some stuff to deal with, but it's all shiny now! So...what are we up to? Ah. Fighting. Okay then.
Gorram dogrutting pile of greasy filth! Who in the hell did he think he was, making all these challenges? Pain couldn't do a thing against 13, not even with his guns, and the stupid fat merc knew it. So why was said stupid fat merc even trying? To protect the honor of that crazy sao bi?
For the first time in a while, 13's eyes glowed, blue electricity bouncing around in his gaze. Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy, this was gonna be a fine piece of fun. He hadn't had quality violence in awhile, and the desire for it (for now) overrode the desire to keep his and Pain's friendship intact.
Not that he'd kill him or anything. God, no. He'd just educate the guy a little.
Q: Fish or Hogarth?
A: Marillion.
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"She will be safe with you. Right?"
Before John could answer, Pain put one foot on the bottom rung of the ladder and started up. He knew that Tommy was the one who had locked into a verbal melee with 13. He wanted to reassure her a little.
“Tommy, I’ll be right back,” he said as he looked over at her. To his surprise, she had pulled herself up into a little ball and shoved herself into the far corner of the bed. Tommy wasn’t there anymore. Ivy was back. His anger ebbed for a moment as he came back down the ladder and kneeled in front of her. “Ivy?”
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The captain stood unmoving, his face an impregnable mask of impassivity saving for the steady twitching of his jaw muscles that betrayed the turmoil of his mind. "Why're you tellin' me this?" he asked perplexedly. "You could've just as easily made some'in up."
"I've never been much good at lying," Isahiah replied with a wide, cheeky grin etched on his face.
By way of reply, Mal folded his arms across his chest and eyed him dubiously. "How do I know you're for real?"
"You don't," Isahiah said with a sneer. "Not until you deliver my cargo to the good townsfolk of Selonia. My associates on Beylix will see to it that you're compensated for your services."
A shadow fleeted across the captain's face, prompting him to look away. "'Not sure what to make of your offer, stranger," he said. "I've been down this alley before, and I've got a sneaking suspicion you're not being entirely upfront here."
"Why captain you are correct," Isahiah said with a slight curl of the lip. "I am indeed withholding rather substantial bits of information, but only so as to ensure my own safety. You must understand, that as much as you might have misgivings about me, I myself have little reasons to trust you."
"Right," Mal replied tersely.
"I'm only trying to make the best of a fortuitous situation here," Isahiah said. "One that could work out to our mutual advantages if we agree to cast our qualms aside and partner up."
"Plus," he added, flashing the cheeky grin again. "You'd be fighting the good fight."
The captain observed him in silence, his expression that of a man contemplating his options. "Fine, we'll do it your way," he finally said. "I'll let the crew know come dinner time. You're welcome to join us, if that suits your fancy, seeing as you'll be hangin' around an' all."
"Thank you captain, I will," Isahiah said with a courteous dip of the head.
"Well then," Mal began. "I reckon we're all done here." He moved toward the exit. "Best head up to the galley right away. 'Memory serves me right, I believe Jayne's the one on kitchen detail today, an' you don't want him futzin' about with your food without you bein' there watching him."
Isahiah nodded and heaved himself off the bed, groaning as his withered muscles reacquainted themselves with the labor of holding a vertical stance. Without a word, he followed in the captain's suit. He was fully aware that he had far from earned the man's trust, and thus expected to be the subject of intense surveillance and scrutiny. The prospect of having eyes looming over his shoulder for the fullness of his stay certainly didn't have him delighted, but it was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. His concerns lied elsewhere. Beylix. He was anxious as to what manner of ugliness he was to uncover there, provided that there remained anything to be uncovered. He shook his head, dispelling his apprehension, and focused his thoughts on the now. He felt his belly thunder at him. When was the last time he had eaten?
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BigWolf18 "Way i remember it, you said you was leavin', dare say that saved us a whole peck o' trouble. now i gotta wonder what could spur on a fine disreputable man like yourself to show your fine disreputable face here again."
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