034 ± [visual / location: speares] a set of new wings and anything gold

[aintnoconvict]

Behold, Taxon, possibly the most ridiculous thing ever seen on the tablets: Glitch, bathed in the intense gleam of a rainbow, standing beside a pot of gold.

"Look what I found!" he said, all excitement and grinning and pointing. "It just...behind the shop, there's this rainbow and it looks like it goes--" He gestured in an arc to indicate some great distance across the sky. "B-but here at the end there's gold."

Then Glitch remembered he was in the city of horrors and frowned, giving the pot of gold a skeptical look. "Okay, so...what does it mean?"


ooc - yes, crack. also here be aliens.

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[aintnoconvict]

"Yes! It's very shiny." Glitch nodded to emphasize this point, and was about to go picking up some of the gold when Jayne raised the issue of traps. He snatched his hand back with a tiny gasp.

"It would be a trap, wouldn't it? All pretty and and tempting and then next thing you know you're getting gobbled up."

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[mercenaryacare.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Jayne agreed. "It'd be jus' the sorta thing them there aliens would do. Put somethin' temptin' like that out for grabs, and then punish ya when you take it."

Still, it was so very shining and tempting.

"Didn't ya see nobody leavin' it there? Maybe look 'round. See if anybody's hidin' and watchin'."

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[aintnoconvict]

"I can't fault your logic," Glitch said as he edged away from the pot. Keep in mind, Jayne, that your logic in this case is hamster logic so that might not be much of a compliment.

Glitch did look around, just to be safe. He was standing on the side street outside Langwe and Gale's, the wide vehicle-entrance doors open to let the mild spring air into the shop. There were some Extras giving him curious looks but otherwise no one seemed interested in the gold.

"I don't...see anybody else," he concluded. "And, well, it is on my property, sorta, so-- finder's keeper's?"

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[mercenaryacare.livejournal.com]

"Well hell, if someone were dumb enough to leave it lyin' 'round on your property, I'd say you got rights to it now." There was a hint of glumness to his voice. As Glitch had been talking, Jayne had looked out the door of the ranch house for a rainbow and his own pot of gold, but had seen nothing. Figures the guy with the weird zipper looking thing on his head would luck out.

And with that thought, Jayne asked the obvious, "What's with your head?" Subtlety of a jackhammer, this one.

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[aintnoconvict]

"Right!" Glitch agreed with a nod. Possession was some high percentage of the...thing where you own stuff.

His elation crumbled a bit at the question, and he sighed. "It has a zipper on it, i-it's a long story about witches and brain theft."

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[mercenaryacare.livejournal.com]

"Brain theft? I ain't buyin' that. Ya can't be talkin' at me if y'ain't got a brain." Jayne had never gone to school, but even he knew that a person needed their brain to talk and walk and stuff.

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[aintnoconvict]

"Half a brain," Glitch clarified and helpfully knocked on the side of his head. He had no idea if that was the empty side but that was neither here nor there. "A-and it was done by an alchemist so there was some magicy stuff involved."

Pause. Smile. "Name's Glitch, how d'ya do?"

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[mercenaryacare.livejournal.com]

Jayne just shook his head. Now he had another brain case to deal with, since River was already there. At least this guy could speak in sentences he could understand.

"Jayne. I'd be doin' better if I had my own stash of gold waitin' for me, but other'n that, can't complain much."