RP: "Adventures in Gunrunning" - Act 14
POSTED BY: FrauDirektor
UPDATED: Saturday, April 24, 2004 00:52
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Book's Move
Location: Common Area
Book walks up the stairs leading to the cargo bay, and makes a small detour down the hallway behind the infirmary to see if River is back there hiding in the small nook. "River?" he calls as he pokes his head around the corner. No one. Book has a sudden insight, remembering who he is searching for, and he takes a moment to look questioningly above him into the darkness of the pipes and ducts. Still no one.
Still not completely convinced that she isn't hiding up above the ducts, Book walks into the cargo bay and scans around. Crates of various sizes, the weight bench, stairs, much open space. I should find the captain soon too. Book thinks, It's past time I told him.
Book goes to one of the many hidden panels on the walls of the cargo bay, gets down on a knee and knocks. He knows River's favorite hidden panel. "River?" No answer. Book straightens up and looks into the rafters of the cargo bay. She likes to jump around up there too. he thinks with a shake of his head. River is no where to be found.
Book decides to check the upper deck and walks towards the fore stairway.
EM
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MERZ move
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
MERZ rummages around and comes up with another empty coffee cup. Filling both, she turns back to the table and sets one in front of DAMON. She stands there a minute looking down at him, a peculiar expression on her face.
When she speaks again, she has changed stance, expression and vocal inflection – it is an eerie version of DAMON himself, repeating back to him words he spoke only yesterday.
‘I missed the war. It started and ended without me. And now I'm traveling this verse, completely ignorant of what went on or why. The small part I did participate in only makes me more confused. I gave up trying to decide which side I was really on. So it's just one of those topics that I avoid so as to keep from getting beat up by Alliance and Independents.’
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‘The soldiers who were going to use those weapons were Alliance and the more of their grunts and friendlies who died because of my faulty equipment the better.’
She relaxes back to herself. “Enemy is a point of view. Apparently ignorant does not prevent you from having an opinion. I would say you definitely have chosen a side, whether before or since. I admit I was in the war. I had no choice in participating in the blessed war, and I made a choice to abandon my unit and my life when I realized just how much I have been lied to.”
MERZ takes a deep drink, and resumes her seat and her task. “And for the record – the Alliance friendly I brought down with your precious gun was a non-combatant: a medical transport. Don’t bother telling me there were soldiers on board. Once they are wounded, they are just people in pain and out of the battle. It makes a difference to me. It is one of my flaws.”
pause
"I despise wetwork."
EOM
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Rowan's Move:
LOCATION - INARA'S SHUTTLE
Quote:ROWAN (shaking her head slightly): "No, I'd like to avoid that. The press corps following the pro-billiards league would make too much hoopla out of it."
INARA: "This is all that I can do with what I have, Rowan...unless I cut and color your hair."
Opening her eyes as she feels a strand of hair tucked behind her ear, Rowan looks up at Inara and sees she is holding out an ornate hand-mirror. Looking at the reflection staring back at her, at first Rowan thinks the mirror is equipped with internal imaging until she blinks and realizes the eyes in the reflection are still green.
Feeling her jaw drop with utter astonishment, she lifts a hand to the mirror, and the other to her face. Her skin even feels smoother somehow, and there is absolutely no trace of the bruising left over from her injury.
ROWAN: "Lìngrén jingyì - all I wanted was to cover up the bruising, and you went and turned me into a swan. Tianna I look ten years younger. You're a bona fide miracle worker, that's for sure and for certain."
As Inara beams over Rowan's girlish effusiveness, Rowan turns her face from side to side, checking the effects from as many angles as she can and smiles with continued amazement.
ROWAN (softly): "Tianna... I almost do look like her."
EOM
Lìngrén jingyì = stunning, amazing
OOC:
Ciara, you never cease to surprise me.We have art so as not to die of truth ~ Neitzsche
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Damon stares at Merz as she recites what he said yesterday word for word.
Quote:
Originally posted by MercedesTroy:
MERZ takes a deep drink, and resumes her seat and her task. “And for the record – the Alliance friendly I brought down with your precious gun was a non-combatant: a medical transport. Don’t bother telling me there were soldiers on board. Once they are wounded, they are just people in pain and out of the battle. It makes a difference to me. It is one of my flaws.”
pause
"I despise wetwork."
Damon leans forward and looks hard at Merz.
"I may not know much about the war, I may not know which side I was helping more while working for that factory, but that doesn't mean I don't know which side I was rooting for.
"So don't try to make me feel guilty about that accident," he says, trying to keep the anger from his voice. "I did what I did and nothing you can say will make me regret it. And don't try to lecture me about innocents and bystanders either. I've seen more innocents killed and burried than I can count. Shit happens. You want to survive, you accept that reality and do whatever you can to fight it."
OOC: I have to go now, Debs, but Damon will be tasting that coffee next post
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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Slight's move:
For a long time, Candy can't seem to speak.
"If you're the Son, you must have gotten all of the upgrades."
Slight considers for a moment.
"Not all, no. With any pale, it's generally decided that a Vampire-class upgrade is the best. And my biology is. . .stranger still. I was the first experimental body. My father, when creating his private army, wanted to make sure of loyalty from his walking weapons. He was brilliant."
"He was a sick, perverted old man."
"Any difference?" Candy simply slits her eyes.
"So he left it up to Second Power Davis to find ways of doing it. Davis came up with the faith of the Blue Sun, spreading lies that one day we would rule all the 'Verse. And there's no one more faithful than a converted believer. So they created 'faith restructuring,' brainwashing. The doctrine, "Two by two, hands of blue. To the Void, we are true. Two by two, hands of blue, we are the few, we are the true. They made Blackout drugs, and this armor." With a mental thought, Slight forces the armor into the wing configuration. Although cramped in the tiny shuttle, it still displays the powers inside.
"And with all these soldiers running around-"
"I have a question. What were the Powers' intentions with these things? Supersoldiers, unkillable?"
Slight sighs. "Not really. From what I dong ma, more like tailor made. Designed for specific purposes. Vampire-class was one of the three elite."
"The other two?"
"Drake and Nemesis class. Drakes were intended for speed, with the fastest reaction times and greatest senses. Two Drakes working together could give an Alliance fleet a run for their money. As for the Nemesis-class, they are the supersoldiers. Pray to the Void you never see a Nemesis within a mile. Blackout, cybernetic strength enhancers, gas pores and immunity to every poison in the world. They were unstoppable. Then you have the zealots, and the priests. I have yet to understand fully what the Academy was gearing towards. As for us Vampires, we are the hunters. Boosted speed, stronger senses and great endurance. Good hand-eye coordination, and deeper empathy.
"Those are the soldiers I know of."
Candy stands. "I have to fly the ship. I'll tell the captain you are not to be disturbed."
"Gracias, senorita. I'm sorry to dump all of this on you."
"You broke me out, didn't you?"
"Si." Slight nods. "How'd you know?"
"You're on a mission of penance. One minute, I'm killing three children, the next I'm in the middle of Beaumont, holding three hundred plat and remembering my humanity. Aweful coincidence."
EOM
OOC: Thought I'd do some character developement, and some Blue Sun background. Once "Pale Moonlight" starts, you'll understand why this is necessary to explain.
You see I cannot be forsaken/Because I'm not the only one.
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Kaylee's Move
Location: Roving
Kaylee smiles as she leaves the bridge, Wash's response to Zoe as amusing as ever.
Slowly walking towards the engine room, her thoughts turn once again to Simon. The feeling of unease grows inside of her. Something is very, very wrong.
Somewhat absentmindedly, she sets out the tools that she thinks Merz might be needing.
Her thoughts are far away, with her troubled doctor.
End Move
BoomerGoodheart
"I love my Captain."
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MERZ move
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
“Not attempting to make you feel guilty or anything else. Not trying to cause you to regret anything. I will handle my own guilt and regrets, and you tend to yours. However you choose to is up to you.”
“I have learned that nothing one does is without consequence. My trick, my new trick is to try to arrange it so I can live with the results of my actions. All of them. And if I can go the rest of my existence without harming another innocent – then I will have something to be proud of.”
She digs back into the box of straps, muttering to herself ‘*la mierda sucede, solamente no mi mierda, no más.’
EOM
*shit happens, but not my shit, not anymore (Spanish)
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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Damon's turn:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
Damon reaches down and picks up his mug of coffee. He looks at her, this older woman who doesn't know when to wear clothes or how to wash them yet still manages to make him feel like an ignorant little kid. He always knew that you are supposed to respect your elders, but this is the first time that he feels compelled to do so.
A question worms it's way into his mind. "What is an innocent? How do you determine whether someone is innocent or not?"
He takes a sip of his coffee and almost spits it out. He manages to swallow it, his face scrunched up in disgust.
He shakes his head as if it would help get rid of the taste and the memories of the stuff being forced down his throat with the "drink it or breathe it" threat.
"Ohh man... that stuff's strong enough to make your peck... uh... just about anything stand on end."
He puts the cup back down, still trying to get the taste out of his mouth.
I'm not broken, in my dream I win...
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MERZ move
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
She is busy with untangling, but can’t help but notice DAMON shake his head, mouth pursed. His expression is – unpleasant as he stares into his cup before putting it down. MERZ is puzzled – aren’t they drinking the same thing? She picks up her cup and tastes it again. Well, what she had earlier was . . . tasty, but this is the way she has always drunk it. MERZ sighs and takes DAMONs mug.
“Sorry *petit frère. Apparently I made this pot for me. I shall find out who made the last one and have them show me the correct method. I honestly thought the last pot tasted so good because the pot and/or the beans were different. Silly me. I just hope you people don’t get tired of straightening me out.”
She pours what is left in his cup into hers, and sets both on the table, and gets to her feet, to dump the remaining coffee into recycle before someone else gets into it. She winces, remembering ZOE pouring 2 cups earlier. “Must apologize to them later, too.”
whatever does not kill us, makes us stronger. well if i can get to new hokkaido without this gang killing me, we will all be stronger for it.
EOM
* little brother (French)
If Justice is the dish, then I am your waitress
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ZOE'S MOVE:
LOCATION - DINING ROOM
ZOE enters the dining room, cups in hands, and sees the look on DAMON's face.
ZOE (to herself): "Looks like he's tasted the coffee..."
Shaking her head in amusement, ZOE sees MERZ dumping the coffee left in the decanter into the recycle and hears her apologize.
Quote:
MERZ: "Sorry petit frère*. Apparently I made this pot for me. I shall find out who made the last one and have them show me the correct method. I honestly thought the last pot tasted so good because the pot and/or the beans were different. Silly me. I just hope you people don’t get tired of straightening me out. *wince* Must apologize to them later, too."
ZOE's smile softens as she moves to the sink and dumps the contents of the cups.
ZOE: "Apologize to who? You ain't done a thing needs forgiveness - 'less you're talkin' 'bout that coffee. An' even the Cap'n's made more'n' a few bad pots in his time. Here... everybody learns it when they first get on board - seems like it's your turn."
Seeing that the decanter is empty, ZOE reaches and takes it from MERZ, and sets about making a new pot, taking her time to make sure MERZ can see everything she does and ask questions as necessary.
End Move.
*petit frère = little brother (French)
~A~
...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.
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