RP: Patrolling Characters: Jayne, Spike, a reaver or three, oh noes! Time/Date: Thursday, August 19 Location: Outside on patrol Warnings/Rating: violence, probably language Summary: Jayne and Spike are dead are heroes, or something Status: Complete
Jayne hadn't heard much by way of attacks going on. There'd been a little bit of sniping off the roof, a lot of spying from the rooms they could get into, and a lot of discussion about the fortifications. There'd been a few incidents - one of the younger male witches had gone out by himself. If memory served, it was the same idiot who'd crossed the line earlier on, and Jayne was rather proud that he himself was not that idiotic - or suicidal. The kid had come back in all right, more scared than injured. Mal had patrolled with a girl that didn't look like much but apparently beat up on vampires on a daily basis. She must've done all right though, because reportedly, Mal had scored a few kills while out with her. He didn't know if the girl had killed anything herself or not.
He didn't know how many there were. Yesterday night, Jaime had said they were looking at a dozen, but she also had a headache from all her finding but not finding, however the hell that worked, so Jayne wasn't sure he trusted her judgement.
Still, the place wasn't that big, and he didn't see a whole posse of reavers, so that meant the odds of them hiding out in one of the other buildings was pretty high, and Jayne wasn't inclined to walk by a place they hadn't checked yet. Still, some places couldn't be checked, and he didn't imagine them blowing things up willy-nilly was going to be appreciated by anyone here. Even if in the end it saved their sorry asses.
Walking as softly as he could, which wasn't very, Jayne kept his eyes out, searching for any movement that might indicate an attack, keeping his ears open for any sounds that might indicate warning. He didn't like this. He didn't like being paired up instead of being part of a group. And right now, he wouldn't mind having River out here for a repeat of her reaver-killing act. He glanced over to Spike briefly before he turned his attention toward one of the shacks they were coming up to. Whether they'd pass it or investigate it, he didn't know. Neither option was appealing; he didn't like having hiding places to his back.