The Firefly cast as Whedonverse Villains
Wearing herself out earlier in the day, Sky had eventually taken a nap mid-afternoon. When she woke, the girl was refreshed and ready to find more fun and mischievous things to get into. Backpack stuffed with snacks and her drawing supplies Sky darted up and down the various SHIELD hallways looking for things to do until a stern Agent Salt told her to go back towards the residential side and leave the workers alone.
She poked her tongue at him but listened and wandered back to the more familiar area, perking up when she saw her mom just ahead. “Mom! Mommy!” Sky picked up her pace to a trot, reaching out for the adult’s hand when she’d caught up. “Watcha doing? Something fun? The Agents wont let me have any fun, they say I’m gonna get hurt but I’m not.”
Night was when the wild jasmine bloomed. Evening air carrying that enchanting aroma across lands, caressing the people as it went. The flower and the god were very much the same is such an aspect. Even through the many walls of SHIELD, Jasmine could feel the night. What were walls to her? They did not confine her, no mere matter could. She was in the base because she cared to be. There was so much opportunity to be had!
Jasmine felt a warmth rush through her body at the young voice. A child was the proof of life, the miracle of humanity. To mold a full person out of nothing but DNA and matter. And this child had been Zoe’s, the body Jasmine now inhabited had created the little girl.There was a pang of sadness deep within Jasmine at the idea of telling the child — Sky, that’s what Zoe had named her, after the brilliant blue atmosphere — that she no longer had a mother, not the one she’d known.
Closing her hand around the girl’s, Jasmine beamed down at Sky. She had the look at her father as well as Jasmine’s host. Love manifested into a living, breathing human being. Glorious. “I am enjoying the night. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
Angel, Season 4, Episode 20: Sacrifice
Lord in Heaven, I love me some evil Gina Torres. I need to make a gif of her walking down this street.
As much as I still hate what they’ve done with Cordelia, this was a brilliant episode.
Plus, it was beautiful that Jasmine’s real name holds her power. I’ve always been a believer of the power in names, so this felt right.
River squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head and continued to tangle her hands in her hair. “No.” Her voice was far above speaking level. “Not a flower, but a weed… Not a gift but a curse…” Trembling, River looked up to her, her eyes wide and her face going blank for a moment. “Sheep… A tendency towards herd mentality and a natural inclination to blindly follow a leader. Five percent aware ninety-five ignorant.” The face that had been blank only moments before, fell into a panic once again.
"Not a flower, but a weed." River looked at Jasmine like a monster. Something terrible. Her eyes quickly glanced over the woman before returning to the ground. She shook her head again. "Uninuclear cells combine to form a syncytium during differentiation of muscle, bone and trophoblast cells, during embryogenesis and morphogenesis… No absolutes only choices…" River didn’t want to be with her anymore. She wanted to be with Simon. She wanted Wash, Zoe, Mal, and even Jayne. Not to mention Sky. Where was the real Zoe?
Responding to Jasmine’s thoughts, River raised her eyes to her face and cringed. “Cracks are cracks, never sealed, never healed. Can’t be done.” Suddenly River stopped, tilted her head, and spoke very softly. “Jasmine is non-carnivorous. The Devourer has been misnamed… Your true name…”
No. Jasmine felt fire ignite within her stomach. A fierce anger towards the feeble girl. She thought she could use that name? Utter it in her weak, human throat and cause the fall of a god. It wouldn’t work like that. Not again and not from River. The curiosity and sympathy Jasmine had formed for the cowering being flickered out. She’d put too much trust in the meager human race last time. River Tam would not be another Winifred Burkle.
A more permanent silence would come in time. Once more power had been accumulated and processed, death would be an easier task. For now, however, their was only one course of action. Jasmine took a moment to feel the muscles in her new arms. Zoe’s muscles. That woman had been strong in both mind and body, Jasmine had known that. It had been one of the many appeals of Zoe Washburne. And yet, the comprehension of the brute strength within this singular body had not occurred to Jasmine until the want manifested.
As Jasmine lifted the arm in a swift, fluid motion, she could make out the rippling muscle. The momentum built, adding to the sheer force of Zoe’s shell. Knuckle connected with temple and Jasmine gazed at the fearful child. It was her own doing, not accepting enlightenment.
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Angel - Season Four
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