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[It takes a moment for the weary-eyed gentleman to comprehend that his bracelet - which he's put off using for long enough - is working as intended. This kind of technology isn't exactly beyond what's realistic for his world, but at the same time, he can't help but be a little uneasy with it.]

Right. I'll try to keep this brief. I'm Captain Malcolm Reynolds, owner of the Firefly-class transport ship Serenity. But that's neither here nor there, and I didn't come to you to regale you with thrilling tales of adventure.

[He swallows hard, contemplating his next few words.]

This place obviously ain't some quiet, peaceful little lǜzhōu. Truth be told, everything that's going on around here still confuses me somewhat. In fact, I met a very handsome fellow when I first arrived here... happened to look exactly like me.

[He pauses for a moment, and it occurs to him that he could be .]

...I ain't him, for the record.

The point is, I ain't looking to fight a war. I fought in a war before. Not an experience I'd like to repeat. That all being said, I suppose we're all in this mess together, bùshìma?

So, I've got a firearm. I happen to keep it at my side at all times. But what I don't have is ammunition, and that situation needs rectified. So, in case it all hits the fan, which of you fine folks do I talk to about that?

[OOC: shhh. you didn't see that.]

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[Inara's actually glad to see this post come up from Mal. She's been entirely wrapped up in helping the wounded from the battles and as such hadn't had much time to check up on him or Simon.

She's worried, obviously, but that's not exactly something she can just tell Mal.

Instead, she's quickly soothing back stray curls from her face and trying to make herself look somewhat presentable before she starts the reply feed.]

It's good to see you in one piece, Mal. [Insert a brief almost awkward pause before she clears her throat and continues on.] You might want to head to the Arena and see what they have to offer for ammunition.

Inara.

[He's equally glad to hear her voice as well, even if he's not going to be saying as such. And it's not as if he doesn't plan on keeping tabs on her anyway, whether she likes it or not. She's his crew, his responsibility.

And that's totally it, really. Nothing more to be said about it, not at all.]

I'll keep that in mind. To be honest, it doesn't seem like most folks here would have much use for a weapon.

[Her eyebrows knit together and she stares at him confused. Though this isn't exactly a rare experience. She's normally confused around him, she just manages to hide it better.]

I'm not sure I understand. Are you referring to the fact that some have a fighting ability? Or that this place doesn't seem a likely place for a battle?

[He regards her with a bit of a perturbed expression, as if she should have known exactly what he was talking about.] I mean a lot of these folks probably never so much as raised a closed fist before.

[His expression softens. His perceived annoyance is simply a disguise for his concern for her well-being... but she doesn't know that.]

Oh. [She nods slowly. It does seem that way, most don't really seem the type to have been in fights let alone battles before. And some just had no business near this type of fighting.] I don't think this place gives them much choice in the matter. Well not much at least.

[She's trying to look him over as much as she can over the feed, checking to see if he's been hurt in any way without looking like she's doing it.]

Have... Have you been fighting?

[He shakes his head slightly.] Not very much. Truth be told, I'm more concerned about keeping folks out of harm's way. I had my war, and that's long done.

[He's also weary from having been on the run from both the Alliance and the Reavers... but figures it best that he not tell Inara about what's to come for the time being. She looked at him funnily enough when he tried to tell her she was back on Serenity, after all.]

[Forgive him if his voice is quiet and his face mostly hidden by his green hood, but he's not used to speaking to strangers. Yet something you've said has Mordred curious, Captain]

....you...have an arm of fire?

[She swallows, trying to hide her initial relief. Truly, she's glad he's not out there fighting. Him or Simon. Yes, that's it. She's just happy that those from home aren't in as much danger as others. Selfish maybe, but she can't help it.]

At least Simon's not going to have to worry about patching you up. But I'm glad you're helping keep others safe and... [And not fighting.] I'm sure they appreciate it too.

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[He takes in a a deep breath, looking up through the video at her for a moment before nodding.]

Likewise. Can't have you or the Doc putting yourselves in harm's way. This ain't our fight, so it's best we stick to the sidelines.

[He hasn't been here as long as she has, and thus, he hasn't formed any lasting connections yet. But he's not thinking about that... all he's thinking about is just surviving, and while sticking their necks out for complete strangers is a noble endeavor, it's not one Mal wants to see Inara undertake.]

[The question takes him by surprise, and it takes him a second or two to gather a coherent response.]

...An arm of what now?

[He just wants to make sure he heard correctly.]

An arm of fire.

I've been helping with the wounded. Someone needs to stay in one piece to do that.

[Though truth of the matter is that she's not even sure what the people in Asgard are fighting for. Their lives? That happens in every war, though there's normally other reasons surrounding that. And she just can't truly partake in a war she doesn't understand.

So for now she's helping with the wounded and that in itself was draining, emotionally and physically.]

I could perhaps go with you to the Arena. To see if there are injured there, of course. [No other reason. Just that.]

[He pauses for a moment, rubbing one side of his face.]

...Firearm. It's another word for gun.

[He's not going to let himself get annoyed, of course. Not at a kid who doesn't know any better.]

You're a sailor?

I don't know if there's ammunition here for normal guns, but you should have powers now, right?

You see, I'm actually...

[Ah, screw it.]

...Let's go with sailor for now.

[Well, she knows what guns are. That's an improvement.]

I'm told I have some sort of "Damage Drain." Sounds useful, but only after a fight, not during one.

[Helping with the wounded is just as noble, and frankly, puts her in less danger. He can't help but smile a little bit with approval as he nods.]

Well, I won't say no to the guidance. You might even give me an air of respectability.

[His expression hardens a bit, his voice growing firm in that "I'm the Captain" kind of way.]

...But if you do, you stay close.

Captain. [ A curt nod accompanies the curt greeting. ] I'm glad to see that you're all right, despite... everything.

[ His tone is even and his features remain impassive, but he was concerned. This is war, after all, and even though he and Mal aren't exactly best friends, that doesn't mean he wanted to see him injured. Or worse. ]

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[Castle's still not used to seeing his own face on somebody else come up on the feed, but at least he likes what his twin has to say.]

I can't say I blame you at all for not wanting any part of this.

Oh! I'm sorry you can't find your ship! I don't think there are any around here, though.

That's when you take on someone else's damage, right? Yeah, I don't think that would take the place of a gun...

I don't know that there's any regular sort of ammo here, if that's the kind you need for your gun [ Hey, it could be some kind of futuristic laser gun or something ] but if there's anything at all, it's probably in the Arena somewhere.

Looks like you picked a great time to show up here, Captain.

Welcome to Asgard, Captain Malcolm Reynolds! My name is Eru Chitanda! It's very nice to meet you.

Have you been in China before? I'd never have thought I'd see a westerner incorporate Chinese words into everyday speech like that!

[Well, hello there Captain Reynolds. Eridan hasn't yet met a "kindred spirit" or anyone who has any seafaring knowledge really. He'll be disappointed to find out Serenity isn't exactly the nautical vessel he thinks.]

Captain, huh, an' you aren't goin' to try an' impress these landlubbers wwith your tales a' advventure and darin'?

As a felloww seafarer and an Orphaner, I'm almost disappointed. But, I forget that you merchant vvessels often don't evven havve any good stories.

[He waves his hand dismissively, light glinting off the many rings there.]

[Her eyebrows furrow just a little bit. She can never be sure when he's inadvertently (or not so inadvertently) or when he's actually paying her a compliment. She manages a small smile though and nods.]

I doubt anyone is caring much about respectability right now, Mal.

[She blinks a bit taken back by his last demand. It was a little unexpected. She's partly tempted to try and make light of it but he had sounded very serious and once again nods.]

Very well... Where do you want to meet?

[He doesn't want to tell he that he's already lost two crew in recent history... he's not looking to lose a third. Especially not her.]

Maybe I ought to come to you this time. I still haven't seen your place yet. Truth be told, I'm still used to you dressing up that shuttle.

[The almost-smile on his face fades suddenly. He just had a slip of both tongue and mind - by her viewpoint, she hasn't been on the shuttle for quite some time. And here he was, worried about divulging too much about what is, to her, "the future."

Smooth.]

[Well, he's been called much worse than a sailor. He's starting to get used to the idea that maybe, just maybe, not everyone here has interstellar travel in their worlds.]

Well, you see, my ship doesn't actually...

[His voice trails off. On second thought, it's easier just to ignore the whole "landlubber" thing.]

...We see a good bit of excitement. More than I'd like.

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