.018 [Accidental Video]

[aint_comin_back]

[The feed opens to gunfire. The picture is tilted and shaky; it's not immediately apparent who's on the line. But there's a flash of a brown coat, a familiar (to some) curse, and the flash of a brass-colored revolver. Mal's in the cemetery and he seems to not be moving either smoothly or quickly. He's holding the tablet, having fully intended on

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[notquitegeisha]

[Inara gasps in horror and not even thinking, she's grabbed her tablet and is rusing out her door.]

Mal! I'm coming!

[aint_comin_back]

[Gah. Tablet. When did that turn on? Mal barks an order before even tilting the tablet to see her.]

No. Stay put.

[notquitegeisha]

You're hurt.

[And how often has she ever really listened to what he's told her to do?

She peeks around a corner before darting to a doorway.]

I'll be there as soon as I can.

[aint_comin_back]

[Yeah. She never listens.] Gorram it, Inara. Did you leave your place?

[notquitegeisha]

Yes. [She peeks around a cirner and then hurries across the opening to an alley way.]

You're somewhere in that new cemetary right?

[aint_comin_back]

You're stuck outside then, 'less you can get to one of the crypts. [Mutter, mutter, grumble, grumble.] Yeah, closest crypt to the Market. I'll meet you.

Be careful.

[notquitegeisha]

[Inara nods.] I will.

[She glances around and keeping her back to the buildings, slowly edges her way toward the market.]

How badly are you hurt?

[aint_comin_back]

I'll survive. [He reloads the revolver and leaves the crypt he just holed up inside. He will survive. It's just... unpleasant. That's all. Liar.]

[notquitegeisha]

[Her lips press together as she shoots a look at her tablet.]

I didn't ask that. I asked how badly you were hurt.

[She's about to say something else but hears a not to pleasant sound behind her and yeah, she's almost running now.]

[aint_comin_back]

Took a tumble. Cut myself pretty good. [See? Honesty. Or, you know, not wanting to argue at all right now.]

How close are you?

[He's at the edge of cemetery, wary but not coming across anything just yet.]

[notquitegeisha]

[And that actually surprises her. Just a bit.]

Not far. I can see the edge of the Market now.

[aint_comin_back]

[Yeah, well. Zombies.]

Keep moving, then. I'm coming out of the cemetery. You won't be able to get into any of those buildings.

[notquitegeisha]

[She nods, clutching her tablet tightly in her hands. Swallowing, she peeks out and them is once avain moving toward the market.]

I'll be coming in from the west side of the market. Can you get to that side?

[aint_comin_back]

[He nods and begins moving in that direction. He's a little slow, a bit hunched over, and moving stiffly. (That's what happens when someone who shall remain nameless takes a header down some steps.) ]

You got any on your tail?

[notquitegeisha]

[She looks over her shoulder, and thankfully finds it clear. When she speaks again, her voice has dropped to a whisper - just in case.]

No, but I have a feeling that won't exactly last long.

[aint_comin_back]

They're smart enough to try to flank. You keep looking forward same as you're looking behind. Tell me you got a weapon on you.