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]

"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."