Wings Over the Pyre

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Current Music: Gary Numan - Pure - Walking with shadows (Squid's Redoubt)

Your results:
You are A Reaver (Cannibal)

A Reaver (Cannibal) 65% Alliance 60% River (Stowaway) 55% Derrial Book (Shepherd) 55% Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) 55% Wash (Ship Pilot) 55% Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) 50% Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) 35% Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) 35% Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) 30% Inara Serra (Companion) 30%

Reavers are savages that have been driven to madness by the government. They kill without any discussion.

Really, people, I’m brilliant, insightful, a bit cruel, a little crazy … but do you think I’d ever eat you? OK, wait, scratch that question …

Ironically, I’m only 5% less likely to be the whole durn Alliance. By myself. Damn, I rule.

Current Mood: pleased
Current Music: Dimmu Borgir - Vredesbyrd (Squid's Redoubt)

From Dave Van Domelen:

When you see this on your friends list, go quote some Firefly on your LJ.

Niska: Oh, you do not like I kill this man?
Mal: No, I'm sure he was a... very bad person.
Niska: My wife's nephew. At dinner I am getting earful.

And ... one for the road:

[Zoë has made soup for Wash, and sets it on the table for him]
Wash: Mmm. Wife soup. I must have done good.
Zoë: [kisses the top of his head] Yes, dear. You done good. But this is a one time thing, so I suggest you savor it.
Mal: [Mal enters dining area] Did you tell her?
Wash: [looks up warily] Tell her what?
Mal: [to Zoë] Your husband has demanded that we sleep together.
Zoë: Really.
Wash: [looking a bit panicky] What? Mal, come on ...
Mal: He seems to think it would get all this burning sexual tension out in the open. You know, make it a fair fight for your womanly affections ...
Wash: No! That was just the torture talking...
[looking up at Zoë pleading]
Wash: Remember? The torture?
Mal: [walks to Zoë, takes one of her hands and places it on his hip, then with his other hand, moves some hair off her shoulder, sporting a deadpan expression] Private, it's a difficult mission - but you and I have to get it on.
Zoë: [looks at Wash who is struggling to get to his feet, then looks back at Mal and puts her free hand on his shoulder. Also with a deadpan expression] I understand. We have no choice. Take me, sir. Take me hard.
Jayne: [Jayne who has just begun to enter the dining hall, hearing this looks up with a very uncomfortable look on his face] Now somethin' about that is just downright unsettlin'.
Wash: [as Mal and Zoë get closer to kiss - looking like two teenagers on their first date, Wash steps in grabs Zoë's arm and pulls her to the door of the dining hall] We'll be in our bunk.