Comments | aternaville: "Wouldn't hurt you to loosen up a little bit." [COMPLETE]

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"Wouldn't hurt you to loosen up a little bit." [COMPLETE]

Jun 25, 2006 01:13

Location: Firing Range
Time: Afternoon
Characters: Mal and...
Public, Private, or Semi-Private:. Public
Incomplete or Complete: Complete
Rating: PG-13 ?
Summary: Mal comes across the firing range. Madness ensues. (I hope anyway.)

Mal wasn't sure how he'd come across the firing range, but he certainly wasn't complaining. His brows were drawn close ( Read more... )

archived, john sheppard, wesley wyndam-pryce, malcolm reynolds

Comments 35

weswpryce June 25 2006, 06:48:50 UTC

Wesley was soon realizing that going from Los Angeles was a very big change. He'd gotten so used to the smog and the traffic and the people. Being back home in London hadn't been that different either. So he was having a hard time adjusting to the relative quiet that Aternaville offered. No demons, no evil law firm, nothing ( ... )

big_damn_capn June 25 2006, 07:17:48 UTC

Mal didn't know who was sneaking up behind him-and they were sneaking as far as he was concerned-but he wasn't about to take any chances. Not that his unloaded gun would do him any good, but it mightn' scare the person or...thing. Hell, for all he knew the gorram Reavers could've found him. His grip on his pistol tightened as he faced off on what appeared to be a quite skittish man. His lips twitched a little as the man dropped everything he was holding. What was holding anyways?

The lines on Mal's forehead deepened as he studied the dropped items a moment. His eyes flickered back up to the man and he looked him up and down. He didn't look at all threatening. Mal snorted and smirked, slowly lowering his gun, and gesturing with it to the weapon the man had dropped.

"Mightn' wanna tighten your grip," he muttered.

Turning back around, he shoved in a new cartridge and reloaded firing off another round wtih a new energy.

weswpryce June 25 2006, 07:25:15 UTC

Wesley scowled when the man spoke to him, stooping to pick up his crossbow. "Wouldn't hurt you to loosen up a little bit."

He watched for a moment as the man turned back around, firing the old gun again. He stepped past him, taking up the spot next to him. Wouldn't do well for the man to see him out of the corner of his eye if he was too far off and take a shot at him, jumpy as he was.

He loaded a bolt into the crossbow, taking aim at the target at the end, and fired. He smirked satisfactorily when he saw it hit the bulls eye. So maybe he wasn't too out of practise then.

big_damn_capn June 25 2006, 07:45:07 UTC

Mal's lips curled into a smirk as he jammed a new cartridge into his pistol harshly before he turned at an angle to watch the other man aim and fire. He grinned cheekily as the other man made the bullseye and seemed rather thrilled about it. Mal shot the man a cocky grin and stretched his arm out, aiming above his crossbow and putting a couple bullets into the bullseye not centimeters from the single bolt.

Mal harrumphed a little in his own satisfaction, smirking at the man before turning back to his own bullseye and letting rip the last few rounds.

weswpryce June 25 2006, 07:58:16 UTC

Wesley rolled his eyes when the man turned and fired rounds into his target. Yes, it was easy to show off like that when your gun could fire more than one shot at once. Wesley wasn't a bad shot with a gun either, but he hadn't brought one with him to Canada. Too many customs issues...

He fitted another bolt into the crossbow, a smirk crossing his features. He dealt with guys like this before. Gunn had been one of them. He turned to face the other man. "Not too bad, I have to say." He held out a hand. "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce."

big_damn_capn June 25 2006, 08:11:37 UTC

Mal smirked as he caught the man rolling his eyes out of the corner of his eyes. When he stopped to reload again, the man turned to him. Mal's brows rose in surprise as he was complimented! He stood there a moment as the man extended his hand and introduced himself. Mal stared at his hand a moment before shifting his pistol to his left hand and taking the man's proffered hand and shaking it.

"Malcolm Reynolds." He glanced at Wesley's weapon of choice curiously and lifted his chin gesturing towards it. "Where in the sphincter of hell did ya find one'a them things?" He honestly had no idea what kind of weapon it was. It was a mite similar to one he'd seen Inara carrying it around, but Mal didn't really mess with anything that didn't have a 'bang' to it. One mightn' compare him to Jayne in that sense.

weswpryce June 25 2006, 08:23:30 UTC

Wesley shook his hand, then looked down at the weapon in his hand. He hefted it up, peering at it closely. "I think this is the one that I brought over from London. Not a bad model. Not as classy as some of the new ones, but it gets the job done." He smirked. "Took down quite a few vampires with this back in California," he said proudly.

He thought for moment, then held the crossbow out to Mal. "Fancy giving it a try? Might be a bit more difficult than your pistol there," he said, nodding at it. Then he took a moment to study it. While it resembled an old pistol, it seemed a bit...different.

big_damn_capn June 25 2006, 08:59:51 UTC

Mal just blinked as Wesley went on to describe the different places. Mal'd never heard of California, maybe something about New London, but not California. He made a face and tilted his head to the side slightly as he examined the other man's weapon. He blinked in surprise as Wesley held out his weapon. Mal eyed it warily a moment before licking his lips and hesitantly offering his treasured pistol to the other man as he gently took the crossbow from him ( ... )