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[firebent]

WHO: firebent and YOU!?
WHERE: open lot / sparring grounds
WHEN: TODAY?
WARNINGS: none? unless firebending and people getting their practice fight on is warning worthy.
SUMMARY: Zuko needs to work off some pent up aggression, feel free to join him.
FORMAT: actionspam?

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[inhisrighthand]

[Now this was a familiar scene. Hellboy had noticed the light from the flame out of the corner of his eye as he walked along the sidewalk, and turned to see its source. Another pyrokinetic, bearing some resemblance to the other one he'd met a while back. He turned down the dusty path and stopped just out of range of Zuko and puffed on his cigarette silently as he watched him train. Once the cigarette was spent, he flicked it away and waited for a lull in the action.]

Those're some fancy moves, kid.

[firebent]

[ Turning to locate the source of the voice, Zuko stands straight again, exhaling and dusting himself off slightly, unconscious gestures. But as soon as he spots Hellboy, it takes Zuko a second or two to take in his.. unusual appearance.

But it only takes another second to get past -- he's gotten used to seeing weird things here, and all things considered, the ATM machines still confuse Zuko more than the way the other man looked. Not to mention, Zuko knows better than to stare; is well aware of just how unpleasant it is. ]

Thank you.. ? [ He doesn't even know if he should be saying thank you for that, but it seemed appropriate. ] I didn't know anyone was watching.

[inhisrighthand]

[Hellboy's used to the stares by now. It was a bit of a change from back home, but it could see why people would be a little taken aback and/or suspicious.]

Just curious, that's all. You're the third person I've met with pyrokinesis. Always thought it was pretty rare.

[firebent]

[ Aaaand now Zuko's just even more confused, brow furrowing. ]

Pyrokinesis?

[inhisrighthand]

[After spending most of his life with people who lived and breathed all kinds of supernatural terms, it was hard not to use them casually.]

Uh, controlling fire. Sorry, old habits.

[firebent]

[ He shakes his head, brushing off the apology. ]

It's fine, I don't know half the words anyone says here in the first place.

[inhisrighthand]

[Well, he was definitely kind of like that other pyrokinetic he'd met in that respect.]

Yeah. So. Workin' out some frustration?