Quincy's Big Game Hunt[Natasha, Johann]

Autumn was a welcomed season for Natasha. There was a treasure trove of activities one could get up to in their free time, even more so when they earned an extended period of respite to themselves. Since she'd done exactly that, she decided that engaging in a hunt would be the best way to stay active and maintain her otherworldly accuracy.

Since she hadn't spoken at length with him too much - she'd certainly been meaning to - she decided an ideal partner for the trip would Johann Arant, a man she held in high regard. They had history by merit of his connection with her old man, and he was quite the pleasant fellow to interact with in both the social and battlefield setting. What else could she possibly ask for?

Even better, he'd offered a location of choice. His home country - Germany. She hadn't been there in a mighty long time. Taking him up on the offer, she'd bought her plane ticket, traveled there first, and found herself setting up camp in an ideal spot they both agreed to during a shared conversation on her mobile device. Most of the area had been set up, a large tent and an area for them to sit down, mount their arms, and fire their respective rifles.

Along with that, she brought along some goodies in the form of a few packed lunches and water to keep themselves sustained and refreshed. Now, with rifle in hand, she was waiting on the dashing man of the hour to arrive.

"Course not, Gramps. I'm a patient lass. All's that matters now is that yer here. Took ya long enough."

Offering a playful jab at the end, Natasha accepted his apology with a wave of the hand. Administrators and coordinators were naturally busy folk in the Vandenreich, and Johann certainly struck her as a man who always aimed to handle his duty first and enjoy his play later. Nothing wrong with that. As long as he was here now, that's all that mattered.

When she saw him approaching, now in full view, the first thing that undoubtedly caught her eye was the rifle he bought for the occasion. As a proud and true gun enthusiast, she couldn't miss it. A Springfield 1903? The old gentleman had a mighty fine taste in firearms. Offering an appreciative whistle, Natasha tilted her head to the side as she approached him, appraising the work of art over his shoulder. Even better, it looked relatively well-kept, maintained impeccably, and without any wear and tear, least not visibly so.

"Lookit you, Uncle Jo. Bringin' a masterpiece like this out to our little excursion. I'm impressed."

"I'd be plenty upset if ya did. A beauty like that deserves some fresh air at least every once and a while. Almost makes me wish I would've brought somethin' cool from me or my pa's collection. I know he wouldn't waste a second comparin' models if I dragged him along."

Following him along, Natasha felt that firm sense of nostalgia setting in. She hadn't gone for an old-fashioned hunt in months. Since she had grown well accustomed to life in the City of Lights, she almost forgot what it felt like to be in a setting like this again. Open land for miles and miles. Wildlife. This was what life used to be like when she and her father used to enjoy their hunts here on vacation. To experience this with a man she considered an uncle was nothing short of fulfilling.

When Johann posed the question about what they would hunt first, Natasha stroked her chin quietly as she pondered the question for a moment. She supposed a little deer hunting wouldn't hurt. Of course, he was free to suggest his own choice if he wanted to test his prowess elsewhere.


"It's nice to see you again, too, Uncle Jo. I know work's been busy, and our missions have been difficult and even life-threatening. I think I speak for both of us when I say some quiet time like this is a welcome escape from all that. Glad ya took me up on the offer. As far as what we want to go first... I suppose there's nothing 'wrong with startin' with deer, right? Pretty simple. Of course, I'm all ears if you have somethin' better in mind."

"Come on now, Uncle Jo. Ain't nothin' hardly young about me anymore. I'm nearin' my forties soon. In a decade or so, I'll be in my fifties or sixties. Though, compared to you, I guess I'm still pretty young, huh?"

Natasha couldn't contain her mirth at Johann's playful words of advice. She didn't count herself among the youth anymore. She was well within the age where she should've reasonably been married by now with a few children. Alas, fate had other plans in store. In some humorously cosmic sort of way, she still ended up with those children, they just didn't come out of the womb, and they were closer to young adults than kids. Collecting all the tools and materials she'd need, slinging one of her standard-grade rifles over her shoulder, Natasha turned to Johann with a smile as she stepped beside him.

"Sounds mighty nice to me. Haven't tried this country's cuisine in some time. Lead the way, Uncle Jo!"