Fate was feeling generous, and had dealt him a winning hand: Serenity was purring like a kitten, provisions were full-up, and he, along with his crew, had just pulled off a particularly well-paying hauling job. It'd been stressful for everyone, with a lot of literal heavy-lifting, but now, as they were flush with the fruits of their labors, he and his crew were able to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet.
"Cap'n?"
Another sigh, this time dressed in resignation. It was nice while it lasted.
"I was just ponderin': what could possibly disrupt this most serene moment?" Mal asked rhetorically as he sat up and focused his eyes on Jayne Cobb.
"Guess it's me!" Jayne replied, almost proud to have the distinction. "Wash told me to holler at ya; got a call on the Cortex from Camellia. Says she's lookin' for a lift."
Mal perked up a bit. "Camellia! Zhè shì lìng rén xīngfèn de xiāoxī!" he exclaimed as he stood. "Haven't heard from her in a spell. Grapevine said she'd been hooked on Bellerophon. Should've known; seems like nothing holds her down."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't mind holdin'-"
"Jayne, for the sake of my knuckles and your jaw, don't finish that thought." With a departing friendly slap on the shoulder applied with a bit more force than usual, Mal passed Jayne and made his way up to the cockpit.
Once he entered, he found Wash in the pilot's seat and Zoe sitting across from him. "So, a little Jayne tells me we're pickin' up Camellia. Where is she?"
"Bernadette," Wash replied, "and we're already on our way."
"Let her know we're-"
"Already did, Cap'n," Wash interrupted, smiling proudly at his initiative.
"You're the best."
"Aww, Mal; I'm all a-blush."
"No flirting with my man, sir," Zoe said, smirking playfully.
A day later, Serenity slowly set down in the New Paris spaceport, and within minutes, Mal, Kaylee Frye, Jayne, and Simon Tam, accompanied by his sister River, were disembarking and making their way to meet with Camellia.
"The air is off. Smells bad, like spoiled food and lies," River muttered.
"They always sling the worst chow closest to the spaceport," Jayne replied.
"Well then, steer clear of the chòudòufu, and don't accept any trades from folks lookin' shady," Mal recommended with a shrug.
Kaylee joyfully called out their friend's name and rushed forward for one of her signature hugs. "Ooo, I've missed you, sweetie! So good to see you again!"
"Well, Camellia Alden, as I live n' breathe," Mal greeted, smiling fondly.
Many hours later Aleksei slowly began to awaken- his headache long since diminished to a small buzz in the back of his head- if it weren’t for the tight ropes binding him to a chair, or the pitch black room he was currently in… Well, things would have seemed partially normal…
He remembered fire… blood… and a book?
Yet before he could finish recollecting how he’d gotten here, quite suddenly the lights flickered on, blinding him.
Apologies for leaving you in a room for several hours. I was busy. Let’s get to business.
Many don’t act like you- such as deciding to try to kill a field mortar team in front of Vertibirds, or more importantly, trying to assassinate me.
The grand question is why. What motivated you to do that?
My name is Pyrite, I go by he/him mainly… don't mind she/her though. Newly found out I like Pup/Pupself pronouns too.
I'm 30. (B-day is November 16th, if that matters to anyone.)
//Current Arc: None rn!
//Finished Arcs: Fool's Faller, ABSOLute Panic!
Anyway, not too important, I just kinda found this site and realized 'Oh, there's some people like me here!' so here I am I guess?
Don't expect me to be friendly.
I don't bite! I'm trying to make more friends, but don't shove too much at me at once please.
I don't like staying in one place, it makes me anxious, no I won't tell you why. I was running a lot because of my Ex, she and my bio fam wants me to come back, but I won't, I'm actually tying to get use to staying in one place now.
Most important thing, I'm a Time Traveler and Dimension hopper, how the hell am I both?
I caught a Celebi (He/She/They) by COMPLETE ACCIDENT so now I'm kinda stuck with them, and I kinda got adopted by a Dimension hopping Iron called Iron Eclipse (It/Its)… no, I do not expect you to know what that is.
Call me a fake if you want, I don't care, just try not to hold me down in one spot, got it? Wow I don't like this part the most, why was I such a jerk in my intro??
Anyway, I might visit ya if I feel like, I have two adopted (not legally but who gives a shit) sisters @queen-of-the-phantoms and @pokedexcamp! I'm dating @silveredfeathers and living with him and his wife (and now my Girlfriend-??) @trainerlynda.
Adding an addendum: Sometimes we, his Irons, connect to his phone to be able to post. We are;
🐉: Iron Rage. (She/Her)
🕊️: Iron Serenity! (He/They/Fae)
🌋: Iron Eruption. (He/Him)
🌑🌈: Iron Eclipse.
⌛: And sometimes I steal the phone, I'm Chronos his Celebi.
🍞: Thanatos types sometimes too, she has rather broken English so it will likely be autocorrected to hell and back, please tell her if it gets a word wrong, from what I can tell she wants to understand (She/It)
//Open ask games!
Pelipper mail and malice.
Ask an invasive question.
//Magnifying glass ask game!
See his dreams and nightmares.
//A post for you to give me permission for him to hop to your character's dimension! (Either on purpose or by accident.)
//Ooc info under the cut!
//Ooc. This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by she/her he/him pronouns All art I use is my own (Or made for me)! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion, more info about me on my main! This blog is not settled in one dimension at the moment, so expect conflicting area info. Here's some of my other accounts as well!
//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.
//I will not ship with anyone who isn't my BF (and myself, but that's a note for later), just for my comfort. This boi does n o t stay in one place, if he goes to visit someone he will get there himself/he fell into that universe by accident.
//Magic anons are allowed! But I am picky.
//I am very open to crossover stuff!
//This guy is very much centered around Future Paradox pokemon! He's not gonna know all the Pokemon's names and will call them 'Irons'. The Iron names are VERY much headcannons unless talking about a cannon Iron.
//When he's on the move things he says aloud will be under
[Voice to text active!] where as when he's actully writing it will be under [Pyrite is typing...]
//What the tags mean.
//Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking.
//Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for this account
//Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished.
//Pyrite info: Self-Explanatory. For both IC and OOC.
Little Hops: His post/response tag.
Warping Reality: Closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something.
Where am I today?: When Pyrite is mainly talking to himself.
The Pokemon tags: They are for each respective Pokemon/Iron
Magic Anon Things.: Stuff with magic anons.
Triangle Terror: Pyrite dealing with the truth triangles. He can't turn them off, so hehehe.
( open to; m/m presenting )
( serenity hopkins. 25. preacher's daughter. )
( plot; your my boyfriend's brother and i accidentally caught you masturbating last night and now i can't top thinking about it )
"I'm... I'm sorry about...." she trailed off as her cheek burned red, unable to finish her sentence. She hadn't expected to run into him in the hallway as she made her way to the kitchen, but she knew she couldn't just pretend like it hadn't happened. She'd been thinking about it all night.
Serene sat by a tree in the forest, curled up into a ball as tears began to stream down her face. Her hair was messy, her eyes were puffy and swollen from all her crying, and looked disheveled to say the least. Could you blame her, though? She'd just spewed her first prophecy, and it spoke of her first true friend's death.