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[bastardbytrade]

[Mordecai's been chilling out at crustacian cove and mostly keeping to himself since he went and got himself killed. He's relaxing more than he usually allows and rather enjoying being off the ship.

Until of course his comm sprays him in the face with water. With an angry scowl he snarls into the comm.]

I'm not fucking talking right now.

[That said, he clicks it off and promptly throws the comm to land with his boots, vest, mask and shield that have been neglected on the sand behind him. He's just gonna sit and soak up the silence. It's been too long since Mordecai has had a chance to just... stop.]


(ooc: come ruin his silence. kick sand at him. tackle him. spill your drink on him. HE'D LOVE YOU FOR IT REALLY. 8D)

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What the he--

[Mordecai dives but alas, the seagull is too speedy for him! That doesn't stop him from lunging for the bird a second time. He's a little more annoyed now that his mask is in Lenny's possession.]

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[Lenny stops about 20 feet away, on a high, jagged rock. He calls out victoriously.]

Heh, y'shoulda played ball, man! Us seagulls, we always win.

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[Oh so the little birdy thinks he's going to get away with stealing Mordecai's mask, hm? Don't think so buster. Mordecai's already skimming the ground for something throwable to know Mr Seagull off his tower.]

You wanna play? Hah!

[He crouches to pick up a nice rock, eyes only leaving Lenny for a half second.]

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Play? I already kicked your ass! Hey! What're you--

[A rock? This guy means business now!]

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[He grins a little viciously, genuinely enjoying the fact that he's going to try and kill the damn bird. The rock is a little jagged, but fits comfortably into his hand.

Lenny is a bird, and it perhaps due to Mordecai's fondness for birds, specifically Bloodwing, that he gives a final warning.]

Last chance, pal. Drop the mask.

[seagullmun.livejournal.com]

[Lenny's scared. He's shaking visibly, and making little muttery sounds under his breath. He passes from foot to foot, trying to decide what to do.]

I bet I could out-fly the rock... but...

[He'd rather not risk dying again. His head hung in shame, he drops down off the rock and approaches Mordicai's feet.]

I'm sorry, mister. Go ahead, take your mask back.

[That Lenny's clearly sorry, isn't he? why don't you try to take the mask back? There's no hint of mischief in his eyes, right?]

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[Mordecai is watching him carefully, rock still firmly held in his hand and ready to fly at a moments notice. It's one of the perks of being a sniper. Mordecai has excellent hand-eye coordination and a rather good aim.

But he'll give the seagull a chance to redeem himself.]

Wise choice.

[Mordecai reaches for the mask.]

[seagullmun.livejournal.com]

[You know that place between the index finger and thumb? The nice, squishy part? Lenny does too. He lunges right for it with a snap.

Mask still on, he turns tail and takes to the sky.]

Mama didn't raise no girly-birds, ugly!

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[Mordecai lets out a cry of rage and recoils quickly. Lenny might not of managed to bite him, but the snap is enough to piss Mordecai right off.]

That's it, BIRD. Now you're gonna be lunch!

[With a snarl, he's taking aim and pegging the rock at Lenny as hard as he can. Before he knows if he's hit his target or not, Mordecai is charging after the dreaded seagull.]

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Oh gawd!

[The rock is right on target. Lenny wheels to the side to dodge the missile- If only he noticed the tall, jagged rock immediately to his right.

The usually three-dimensional world turns to flat, flashing primary colors, and Lenny's head turns into a swirl of bright, loud pain. He tumbles to the sand, his tongue lolling out. The mask dropped somewhere along the way.]

...ugh...

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[Mordecai's first priority is to grab his mask and make sure no damage has been done and that the lenses on his goggles are intact. Once that is confirmed, he glances to the bird.

His own projectile might of failed, but the other larger, sharper, inanimate rock that wasn't even part of the fight was a direct hit. The poor little seagull looks pretty wounded.

There's a pause before Mordecai gives in and moves to crouch beside him. Birds really are a weakness of his.]

I warned you.

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[Lenny won't go down so easy. He'll fight back. He makes an effort to snap his bea--

--oh fuck it. He flops over.]

That's the end, then. Go ahead. Do me in. I've been dead before, I can take it.

[His last act of defiance- an angry eye, staring through his certain-to-be killer.]

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[Mordecai frowns, bothered by his unwillingness to stomp the damn bird and finding himself oddly admiring of Lenny's fight. Even in his current state, the seagull continues to glare at him.]

...Oh fucking fine. But don't tell anyone about this, you hear?

[The sniper mutters to Lenny, unaware of the bird being one of the passengers and thinking him to be, just a bird. That said, he scoops him up, oddly gentle and knowing exactly how to best carry him.]

You try to bite me again and I'll kill you, got it?

[seagullmun.livejournal.com]

You serious...got it, yeah. Your call. Heh. Hehe... I'm alive, aren't I?

[Lenny lets himself be cradled. He even affords himself a comforting cuddle against Mordecai's wrist.]

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[Mordecai gives his surroundings another quick glance, just in case someone out there was watching. He's got a reputation to protect after all.]

That's it. Good bird.

[His tone's a little lighter. Hell, it's almost affectionate. Mordecai's taking Lenny back to the rest of his stuff where further assessment will be made.]

[seagullmun.livejournal.com]

[Lenny chirps affectionately. There's no point denying that he appreciates the help.]

Didn't expect you to be such a nice guy. Not after the whole "death threats and rocks" thing.

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[He crouches, Seagull carefully held with one hand while the other shifts his earlier discarded vest that it might act as a cushion of sorts for Lenny. That done, he sets the bird down and sits back.]

You hit that rock pretty hard, huh? That's what you get for stealing my mask.

[His annoyance is fading pretty fast, but he's still a tad annoyed. Whatever. Mordecai can deal with that later.]

Take it easy. Get up in your own time.

[Go on Lenny, rest under the watchful eye of the big mean sniper. He won't let anything happen. Well, unless you try to bite him or steal again. 8|]

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[Lenny curls into a little ball. Within moments, he's asleep, snoring softly on the sniper's vest.

He's had a long day, all right?]