Scenario A
( Told to wait )


Scenario B

( Told to seek. )


[OOC: Depending on the choice made, here, you’ll be tagging with either lockandkeyblade or vacationisalie . You can post more than once if you’d like to play out both!]

[ Standing in the middle of a red stone room stands a young girl; within her hand is a wooden sword and here is a look of fear across her face. While she is in the room alone,there is blood all over. Pooled on the floor and even on the walls. She glances around her, turning in a circle and the moment she looks back at her sword it has been replaced with a thin blade. One that she knows well and grips in her left hand.

Outside the room come the rustling of bodies moving and the clanking of armor hitting against armor. A voice with a heavy accent is heard, dislocated from its body. ]

And what do we say to the God of Death?

Not today.

Go.

[ With those words, she runs into the hall behind her, grabbing a torch as she does. She's now running down the darkened hall. The light of the torch lighting the walls and elongating the shadows. The sound of a person falling behind her makes her run faster. Her legs are screaming, but she pushes on. She seems to be running an endless loop. A paradox. The same length of hall over and over again until suddenly she stops and quickly turns around. Her sword drawn up, the torch falling to the ground, and she's ready to attack. ]

Stay back.

[ If there's one thing that could be said about the planet Persephone it's that it isn't lacking activity. The rich showing off their finery to each other while sipping expensive drinks. The poor scrambling around the lower markets for what bits of anything they can afford. People seemingly always on the move. And it's at one of those marketplaces, located at Eavesdown Docks, that the crew of Serenity has joined the madness at.

It's the typical between jobs pit stop: refuel, restock, find a new job and get moving. And in Kaylee's case, head to the nearby junkyard and hope for some real shiny finds to keep Serenity going. She had a rare bit of extra cash to burn and it was going to good use.

And maybe along the way or in the junk yard itself she'd get to chat with some people. She had time. After all she did tell Captain she'd be going to the junk yard. Usually that meant he'd be coming by on the mule at dusk to finally pull her away. ]

[ The luxury cruise liner, the San Ariel, is truly a breathtaking sight, as it parts the sea about its bow, the only source of waves on the still surface. From the railing lining its massive deck, the world is water in every direction, pure, glittering blue to each horizon. Warm Spring air and the scent of saltwater fill the atmosphere, the sky above caught in the perpetual twilight of sunset.

And all throughout the ship, a sort of celebration seems to be going on -- every person is in high spirits, though they hardly resemble the type one might think to find populating such an extravagant ship as this. Almost all of the partygoers are... Well. Pirates, by all appearances. Their sense of style is tragically cliché, striped shirts and hook hands and peg legs and all. If approached, however, they're also quite friendly, willing to point even their "hostages" in the right direction.

Or toward the captain, more likely, because he does so love to meet new people.

Though, at the moment... He seems to be a bit seasick, hanging halfway over the rail at the bow, while one particularly surly young man stands at attention nearby, holding his hat for him. Some kind of miserable, incoherent groan drifts up from the other side of the railing, and then--

Was that a hiccup? ] Haahh... Have I ever told you about the time I fell in love with a mermaid?

[ He sounds positively dreamy as he asks, though the ridiculous question doesn't seem to be intended for the unflappably stoic man next to him, who doesn't reply. Maybe it's more like alcohol sickness, that he has, liable even to mistake members of his own crew for new faces, from this angle. ] It's a really beautiful story!

[ snow falls peacefully down in spirals in a large area, seemingly abandoned and destroyed. the walls are high and white, topped with beige borders that close off the entire space before and behind the house. from the gate, it's a long walk in the snow to the dilapidated building. the snow only shows one set of footprints walking past three defeated golems laying in the cold, all the way up the stairs, and into the rubble and what's left of what seemed to originally be a dojo.

hope you brought your jacket. she didn't. the snow catches in her bangs and ponytails as she lights the candles she could find behind her, jutting her sword into the ground. she kneels behind it, only then noting that she's not alone.

and she doesn't even seem to be worried. she looks fairly young, late teens, with an altered blue sailor fuku and a black headband pushing back some of her stark blond hair. she shifts her legs so she's sitting, pulling her silver gun from the holster that hangs from her shoulder. she has no intention of using it on you until you pose a threat, but she does like to keep it for security.

despite the wind, the candles don't go out. ]

What are you looking for?

Ignore this!!