Of Talk and Talismans:iconjin-dui:
a Jin-Dui fan fiction, Eavesdown Docks
Year 2509: The War.
Bettor’s Knob, Beylix
“Gorram it! Leigh, Callahan, Kim Chon! No, not you. I mean Other Kim Chon! Left flank! ‘Squatch, you an’ M’Duk take Beartooth and Baker up that gulch there.” The lieutenant pointed with such ferocity at the dry cut that Tom felt like he was providing the absent air support with his index finger alone. “First Kim Chon, you take that high point an’ provide cover fire. Don’t let them zhū yòu nǎo Purplebellies so much as blink sideways ‘til we get our angels now, y’hear?”
First Kim Chon gave a curt salute, gripped his longneck rifle and scampered through the brush up the Knob. Tom lugged the heavy pack onto his back and joined Sergeant Devon Baker. Bits of dirty-blonde hair poked from under the man's helmet and tickled at his dusty-blue eyes.
“You ready to do t
co-written by Nobody & Nobody
May 2, 2514
Port District of Santo, White Sun Cluster
One of Raquel Sullivan’s favorite things about Santo's port district was the corner kiosks that sold iced tea. Upon leaving sweets shop where he had met with his old contact, Sully headed straight for the tea cart at the end of the block, thumbing his pocket-comm on as he made his way through the busy pedestrian crush.
"Jin Dui," came a tinny voice through the cheap comm mic. It was the captain, he thought... Fatima or Abby would have both said hello in some friendly fashion like normal people, before stating the ship's name in that warped-by-the-military fashion.
"Sully here," he reported as he reached the tea cart. He looked the prices painted on the canvas awning, then pulled a one-yen note from his pocket and pointed at his choice.. The old man operating the cart nodded and took his
How to Hunt RabbitHow to Hunt Rabbit
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
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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