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The Adventures of the Jin Dui (Original Characters/Firefly 'Verse.Novel-Style RP Club)
(more about the Jin Du at the ship's website)
Year 2499: Fifteen years ago
Core worlds move fast. Speed of sound. Speed of light. Word and waves fly faster than both, ‘Verse folk say. Commerce, right behind. Person comes too late to opportunity ain’t gonna find nuthin’ but an empty hole, the old timer wasi’chu would say. The only thing that moves slow is bureaucracy, but slow don’t mean patient just as patient don’t always mean slow.
Carrot dangles by a thin wire. Downwind, two figures lie in the dusty canyon floor. Wind nips at long hair black as the ravens that visit open wasi’chu dumpsters. Not one word. Not one muscle
Spring (Firefly)Kaylee had never seen something so beautiful in her life. The rolling green hills that seemed to go on infinitely, though she knew that eventually they would stop and give way to the most luscious blue water. The golden sun that wasn’t as harsh as some of the other planets she got to explore that didn’t make her sweat as heavy and feel like she was trapped underneath a woolen blanket. Long grass up past her ankles that brushed the exposed skin like a thousand little soft fingers trying to make her stay here forever. She loved it here so much, and it broke her heart that just as soon as she arrived she would have to bid this land goodbye and exchange it’s natural beauty for the interior of the Firefly.
Not that her ship wasn’t absolutely stunning, but it was the kind of ship only a mother like Kaylee could love.
With Inara not too far behind, Kaylee took her chance to stretch her legs, to kick off those clunky, ill-fitted shoes and run barefooted in the soft gras
Malcolm Reynolds x Reader: MemoriesMal sat on his bed, holding the picture. God how he had loved her. If only… No. He can’t let himself hold on to her forever. She left him a long time ago, and he was marrying Inara in a few hours. It was true, he loved Inara, but he wasn't sure if he could really, truly, let go. He heard footsteps coming down the ladder. He looked up to see Zoe climbing down into his room.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Yeah.” He replied, putting the picture face down on the bed and standing up.
“You know, this is what she would’ve wanted.” Zoe said, gesturing to the photo.
“Yeah, I know.” Mal said, walking past her and putting a hand on the ladder, “C’mon, let’s go. I don’t wanna dwell on it any longer.” He left the room with Zoe behind him. He may not be able to move on, but he could try.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
Mal leaned in and just before their lips met h
Wormwood (Firefly)She remembered the dreams.
Little bits of memories that had never really been hers, floating in her ears like wisps of smoke. The memories themselves had stopped coming to her, had abated since their trip to Miranda, but she remembered them. Images of men who breathed too deeply. Went to bed at night with something stirring in their lungs and in their blood, the men who turned to monsters in the darkest hours of the morning, and woke as Reavers, and burst from their homes and from their planet and then spread like a cancer to the skies.
It didn't happen all at once that they laid themselves down and began to die, out on Miranda, or in the worst of cases, that their humanity began to disappear beneath a growing sense of frenzied rage. It happened, in fact, very slowly. Took a while for the chemicals to react; cells to change. It disfigured the tissues of their brains in a gradual way, like a slow rot that began at the stem and spread up, around, flowering up into the hollows of their sk
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