WHO: Remy "Gambit" leBeau | 52cardstud and Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner | in_likeflynn
WHERE: The Institute! Gym area idefk
WHEN: March 15th, early morning.
WARNINGS: ADVENTURE.
SUMMARY: Fencing practice oh yeah.
FORMAT: Quickl like [ dis ]
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Oh Zorro! Touch me with your rapier again! )
Guten Morgan, mein freund! Ready as ever, I see.
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[ Smiles, then offers him a hand! ]
S'good t'see ya.
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[ Granted, the last time he'd caught a glimpse of Remy, he was pretty sure he'd been shot soon afterward. He could assume, however, that the situation had been remedied. Forgive and forget, and all that.
Either way, he smiles in return and shakes Gambit's hand. ]
You find yourself well?
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[ Haaaaa. Remy has no idea what time Kurt might be coming from, gulp. He nods, trying to hide the slight look that crosses his face. ]
Been here long?
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[ His tail holds up the pair of foils, smiling in good nature. ]
An oddly normal place, for a parallel world.
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[ He takes one of those bad ass foils, testing its balance with a few practice thrusts. ]
Heard dere were zombies walkin' around, at some point.
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I... No. Perhaps I should have gotten a more thorough description of where many of the others were coming from.
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--No one told ya...?
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[ He should probably re-think that. Hm. ]
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Dat'd be de trick, yeah.
[ awkward silence?!?!?! ]
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I shall have to ask, then, I suppose.
[ And that's that. He hands Remy a jacket, next, and wiggles into his own, zipping, buttoning, and making sure the collar's straight. ]
Sure you're up for this, Remy?
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When ain't I ever been up t'puttin' ya through your paces?
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[ Masks next, lest somebody put an eye out. Then: it's on. He assumes the proper stance. ]
En garde, mein Freund.
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[ Thrust! ]
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[ What tact, simply charging forward like that! Cue the appropriate parry and riposte. ]
I? Hardly.
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[ Counter-riposte! Gambit's a rather fine duelist, actually. He's trying to figure out Kurt's overall style. ]
It's de boots.
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