[For Eda] A-Hunting We Will Go!

[mal_badinlatin]

It's late November, the trees bare and sleeping, the ground strewn with fallen leaves, and Mal's thoughts are turned to the thrill of the hunt, specifically for a Thanksgiving turkey or two. He's not sure what happened to the two he bagged last year (and he never did find the ostriches that Ines challenged him to find. Not that he expected to, but

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[nuns4money]

Eda cannot say no to this invite... she can't say no to anything Mal asks, really. Unless it was drastic. She really likes him.

He'll see Eda dressed in the rare sensible outfit, jeans, sweater, a jacket, gun holdster, ammo, and boots. She smiles at him while checking the safety.

“Hey darlin', never thought you'd ask me to kill things with ya. Is this a date or somethin'?”

Not that she'd mind if it was...

[mal_badinlatin]

He smirks a bit at that response. "Hey yerself: almost thought y' weren't comin', maybe a turkey-shoot wasn't big enough game f'r yah," he teases back.

[nuns4money]

She snickers. “Pfft. I'm a woman with a gun and I'm bored as hell. And if that also means we might get some grub, then thats nice too. You do this all the time?” Eda wouldn't mind being Mal's huntin' buddy. Anything to keep her out of trouble.

[mal_badinlatin]

"Turkey huntin's better'n nothing: damn birds are so dumb y' could whack 'em with a stick, but where'd the fun be in that?" he says, checking the safety on the shotgun before shouldering it and giving her the signal to move out. "B'sides, it's nigh close t' Thanksgivin', an' what's Thanksgivin' without turkey?"

[nuns4money]

“Like a vacation without relaxation...” She remembers the first holiday season she spent in Roanapur... turkey was hard to come by and in order to get one, you had to pay big bucks. Yolanda was not only a benevolent leader of the church, but a cheapskate as well.

[mal_badinlatin]

"Got that damn straight," he says, leading the way toward the trees far down the front lawn.

[nuns4money]

Eda covers his back, just in case any turkeys happen to dwell behind them.

“So... y'all celebrate the holidays in space?”

[mal_badinlatin]

"Sure do: th' dressin' might be made with panko crumbs instead a' reg'lar bread crumbs and th' veggies might be stir-fried, but folks 're still celebratin' family an' good food, wherever they go," he says, scanning the bushes ahead for any movement. "Man don't change much at heart, no matter how far he goes."

Next fic possible project: A Firefly/Black Lagoon crossover.

[nuns4money]

If Mal notices, Eda may smile.

“Thats nice to know...”

A fic like that would be made of win!

[mal_badinlatin]

He gives her one of her rare smiles back. "The view an' th' ways folk get around mighta changed, an' folk mighta found new ways t' make life hell f'r each other, but least th' most important things ain't gone th' way a' Earth-That-Was," he says. "Folks 're still livin' and breathin' and bleedin' f'r the things that matter."

Hell, moar things just need to be crossed over with Black Lagoon. (Like Dexter, for instance. I can'

[nuns4money]

Eda likes that smile of his... makes him look younger than what he is. She hears rustling and a gobble...

“You hear that?”

Re: Hell, moar things just need to be crossed over with Black Lagoon. (Like Dexter, for instance. I

[mal_badinlatin]

"Damn right," he says, dropping his voice to a whisper, and leveling the shotgun in the direction of that rustle.

[nuns4money]

Eda may silently creep closer to the rustling... something may come out.

[mal_badinlatin]

Sure enough, a tom turkey struts out of the undergrowth. The bird seems oblivious to the two hunters, but it is stretching up its neck and peering about.

Mal fires, winging the bird and sending it skittering across their path: it's injured and thus easier to take down. Not that turkeys are especially strong fliers.

[nuns4money]

Eda quickly engages her gun and in two quick shots, the creature is dead.

“Ha-ha! Bagged our first one!”

[mal_badinlatin]

"Purty good shot," he says, with a smirk of approval, as he sets to work, picking up the bird and tying the feet before slinging it over his shoulder. "Let's find us a good tree to string this feller from, while's we find us another?"