Arrival: [Action/video/Voice] Mal this ain't funny
[Jayne is outfitted to fight an army. He has on utility fatigues with pockets that are packed with ammo and grenades. He has a vest on that had pockets much like the pants. Packed into those pockets is more ammo and more grenades. Beneath the vest is a faded tee shirt with some sort of logo far too faded to be read. There are a couple of hand guns in the holster hanging around his hips along with more ammo and a knife or two shoved inside it. Jayne likes ammo and weapons. They make him feel safe and he isn't ever trusting Mal about the 'no grenades things', not after the incident with the Reavers.
He is also holding a gun. A very, very big gun. Jayne's very favorite fun in fact. Her name is Vera.
Moonlighting as a walking armory is common enough for him but particularly common when he's out on a job. Which he is.
Or had been.
Now he's in an elevator. As soon as he realizes he was no longer in the right elevator, Vera comes half way up into firing position and his posture changes from relaxed to on edge.]
"Da-shiang bao-tza shr duh lah doo-tze, Mal...this ain't funny,"
[In response, or so it seems, the elevator doors slid open. He steps out into the lobby, still wary but getting more and more confused by the moment. This weren't were they were s'posed to be doing the job.]
"T'ain't funny a t'all. Ain't right movin' a man 'round like this."
[Something occurs to him, wariness disappearing for a moment while total confusion took over.]
"Now wait a gorram minute. I weren't that drunk last night."
[He wasn't. He knew he wasn't and yet he is staring at some pretty substantial evidence that says he was.]
"FAY-FAY duh PEE-yen what in the ruttin' hell is goin' on here?"
He is also holding a gun. A very, very big gun. Jayne's very favorite fun in fact. Her name is Vera.
Moonlighting as a walking armory is common enough for him but particularly common when he's out on a job. Which he is.
Or had been.
Now he's in an elevator. As soon as he realizes he was no longer in the right elevator, Vera comes half way up into firing position and his posture changes from relaxed to on edge.]
"Da-shiang bao-tza shr duh lah doo-tze, Mal...this ain't funny,"
[In response, or so it seems, the elevator doors slid open. He steps out into the lobby, still wary but getting more and more confused by the moment. This weren't were they were s'posed to be doing the job.]
"T'ain't funny a t'all. Ain't right movin' a man 'round like this."
[Something occurs to him, wariness disappearing for a moment while total confusion took over.]
"Now wait a gorram minute. I weren't that drunk last night."
[He wasn't. He knew he wasn't and yet he is staring at some pretty substantial evidence that says he was.]
"FAY-FAY duh PEE-yen what in the ruttin' hell is goin' on here?"