Afina

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Cursing in Chinese - Priceless!

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Captain lifted her hand and took a long pull from her cigarette, holding in the breath for a moment and then exhaling through clinched teeth as she heard the commotion in the engine room from the ships mechanic. It seemed that April had wandered into the wrong part of the ship, once again and was trying to move in on Cyreks domain. Captain didn’t care if the girl made repairs, she felt it would move things along faster if two people worked on the problems instead of one but Cyrek was very possessive of the ship and the work he did. He hated people in his territory.

“Ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng,” she spat before holding two fingers up, the smoke resting between them to Silas; noting to give her a moment before she walked over to the com and pressed a button. “Bizui!” she yelled into the com box. “April, get your narrow behind out of there before Cyrek throws a wrench at you!” she bellowed and then heard the crash of what she assumed was a wrench. “Well, before he throws another one!” she added before hearing the Preacher pipe in and had to stifle a laugh. Preacher had balls talking to Cyrek and as much as she wanted to listen in she had others things to attend to.

Shaking her head she turned back to Silas and shrugged. “Yeah, I got room, but this ain’t gonna be no gorram joy ride and we don’t make special stops. Ya eat what we ration you, stay out of the way and report to Hannah, the chipper one,” she said before noticing that Preacher had come out to meet the new comer. Shaking her head. “second deck, third door on the right is your bunk, I’m getting out of here before this one tries to baptize me,” she said taking another pull from her cigarette and walking back into the ship.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

@Narcotic Dollie I am going to leave it free for now until something major happens as long as people don't go fully out of control and move the time frame too much forward. General rule is if I have posted, you are free to post. If your character is interacting with someone I don't need to respond to, have fun with it building character report with the other person.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

The Slave Camp

There in a hole dug into the earth lay the bodies of what Sana could only assume where a mother and child. The mother looked to have died a week ago due to the amount of decay but the child looked like she had only passed recently. Closing her eyes as she collapsed on her knees she fought back the urge to weep for the two down there. Then she heard a noise, a soft cry like the coo of a dove and Sanas eyes slammed open as her head twisted to look down. The child staring at her in fear as she clung to the tattered and bloodied gown of her long passed away mother. Sana reached down to the child but she curled closer to the corpse, afraid of the woman that was trying to rescue her.

The gypsy did not know what to do, she did not want to traumatize the child even further by ripping her from her mother but she knew she could not leave her there. Lying down on the ground she held both her hands out to the little one who could not been more than four years of age. Sana waited; speaking soft words of comfort to the child, words to let her know she was not there to harm her but the child understandably would not listen. What had they done to poor sweet soul Sana did not want to think about. She needed to think of something, anything to do to gain the childs trust but nothing came to mind at first that was until an old lullaby came to her mind; one her mother had sung to her in times of trouble as she grew up.

It was a sorrowful tune, a melancholy melody but it words were strong and Sanas voice soothing and calm as she sung. “The lights go out all around me, one last candle to keep out the night,” she sung softly as she pulled her hands back and rested them crossed under her chin as she watched the child. “And then the darkness surrounds me, I know I’m alive but I feel like I’ve died and all that’s left is to accept that it’s over. My dreams ran like sand through the fists that I made,” Sana caroled as her fingers gripped the dirt from the ground and let it slip through her fingers as she watched the little one. Oddly Sana began to give off a soft golden hue as she sung, one she did not notice herself. Something that has never happened before but things change; especially when one accepts what they truly are. “I try to keep warm but I just grow colder, I feel like I’m slipping away,” she whispered as she watched the child grip on her mothers clothing gradually loosen.

A soft smile came to Sanas lips as she continued to sing, ever watchful of the little angel before her. “After all this has passed, I still will remain. After I’ve cried my last, there’ll be beauty from pain. Though it won’t be today, someday I’ll hope again and there’ll be beauty from pain,” Sana chanted sympathetically, “you will bring beauty from my pain.” The child slowly turning away from her mother as she listened to the sad song, Sana reaching her arms out to the wee one to help her out but she froze as Sana did. Sana smiled to her and nodded, not pushing for her to move faster than she felt comfortable. So she kept vocalizing to the youngster. “My whole world is the pain inside me; the best I can do is just get through the day. When life before is only a moment I’ll wonder why God lets me walk through this place and though I can’t understand why this happened I know that I will when I look back someday and see how you’ve brought beauty from ashes and made me as gold purified through these flames,” Sana sung in a loving tone as the child finally reached out to her and the gypsy pulled her out of the death from below, encircling her arms around the child and holding her close.

Unsure of what to do next she continued to sing the lullaby to the little blonde hair angels with eyes like amber that now clung to her. “After all that has passed, I still will remain. After I’ve cried my last, there’ll be beauty from pain. Though it won’t be today, someday I’ll hope again and there’ll be beauty from pain,” she chanted as she tapped the girls nose softly and smiled, “you will bring beauty from my pain,” she whispered as she pushed the childs hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Slowly she stood, holding the child protectively in her arms as she rocked her softly; ever singing the now sweet melody.

“Here I am, at the end of me tryin’ to hold to what I can’t see. I forgot how to hope, this night’s been so long. I cling to your promise there will be a dawn,” she whispered as she rested her brow against the sweet ones and walked over towards Rodger, the sound of crackling flames in the background as the sun began to set. Climbing up onto the horse Sana rested down in the saddle, the child still clinging tight to her but Sana did not mind. The child was providing as much comfort to the one that held her as the she was to the child.

“After all this has passed, I still will remain. After I’ve cried my last, there’ll be beauty from pain. Though it won’t be today, someday I’ll hope again and there’ll be beauty from pain. You will bring beauty from my pain,” Sana sung as the song drew to a close and she hugged the child carefully, running her fingers through her hair with one hand as with the other she grabbed the horses reins and almost began to move away from the prison that had been the childs home but something stopped her and froze her to the core of her soul. An ominous feeling came over her as she heard another snap of branch from behind her, a demonic growl coming to her ears and echoing through her being.

The Village

Sister Agnes and Wilson walked over to the group as they pulled into the village proper. Helping the former prisoners off the wagon as quickly as they could, the villagers coming over and several taking in most of them to take care of them for now. They had eaten something on the way back but they would need a long time to recover fully. There was no healing that needed to be done thanks to the efforts of Vaeri at least. The ones that were left the inn keeper took in and put them up for the night, they had to double and triple up in the rooms of the inn but they didn’t care, it was far more room than they had had in the cages where they had been kept.

Some were too tired or weak to speak but most gave out a hearty thanks to everyone that was there helping them. Even those that said nothing had an expression of ever gratefulness on their weary features. Sister Agnes was glad the group had freed them and Wylsen ran off to the general store to get some basic clothing for the people, most of what they wore was covered in things unspeakable and once they were cleaned up they would need to burn what was worn.

Hearing Hugh screaming for Sana the nun had a worried expression fall over her features and nodded, walking over to the fiery red head quickly. “Where is Sana?” she asked in a concerned voice. She feared the worst since Sana had not come back with the group. Had they left her there because of what had happened in the village earlier in the day? Or had the worst happened? Had Sana died trying to free the slaves?

At the other end of town what could be called the towns political party had had the stronger villagers take the people into custody that Hanzo had captured and tied them up in the horse stalls for the time being while they tried to figure out what they would do to them. Most of the village was of the opinion that they should be put to death for all the trouble and pain they had caused though there were a select few that suggested just stripping them down and leaving them in the middle of the wilderness somewhere to fend for themselves, one even suggested they should spend some time as slaves to either the village or the group that had saved them. Whatever the decision would be would be left to the morning.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Captain looked over towards Hannah and nodded as she boarded the boat with her box of goodies; she could never understand how that girl always seemed to remain so chipper, nothing seemed to bother her. Shrugging to herself she passed it off as being young but even when Captain had been young she hadn’t been that chipper. The girl got the job done, so that was all that mattered to her. Reaching into her vest she pulled out a pack of cigarettes where she had a lighter stuffed into the pack. Pulling out a single one, she placed it between her lips and flicked her lighter. Taking a long pull from it before exhaling she glanced around as she leaned against the outside of the ship, waiting for the rest of the crew to load up and for the repairs to be finished.

Perking a brow as she watched a man carrying some cargo approach the ship she took another pull from her cigarette as he came over to her and spoke; asking if she was taking on passengers. Blowing the smoke out from between her lips roughly she looked him over for a moment before nodding yes and then shaking her head no.

“I could be, depends on who you are,” she stated flatly as she pushed off the ship and tilted her head to the side. “What you want and what you can offer,” she added before flicking the cigarette off to the side, it landing in the dirt and smoldering there until it went out of its own accord. She was about to say more when Benny came over to them. At the words that passed she rolled her eyes slightly and walked over to where she had flicked the cigarette and picked it back up, relighting it and taking another long pull from it.

“Gorram crew gonna drive me to an early grave,” she muttered with the smoke held between her lips. Turning she walked back over to the two and shooed Benny away. “Go get that computer console fixed, I’m tired of the wires frazzling out and the navigation system blinking out. April is probably tired of flying blind. I know I am,” she stated quickly before turning her attention back to the new comer.

“So, who are you, what do you want and what can you offer?” she asked as she removed the cigarette from her lips and stood there with her arms crossed over her chest.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

@JustDoingMe Good to go, board the ship.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

@JustDoingMe Yup, yup

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

@WilsonTurner Um, the ship's name is The Heart of Gold, not Serenity. >.>

@Warrior in the Shadows go ahead and add it to the cs page

Seeking Refuge

No worries, all good here, ^^

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

@Penultimate_Pi No I will not limit them since they are to be few and far between and ranging in size, so even if got every one that came along it wouldn't be too much.

Edit: Oh and don't forget, one of the five that went to the slavers camp did not return, their party is short one member.