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[spiritgun_punk]

WHO: spiritgun_punk and 52cardstud
WHERE: Hiei's abandoned warehouse
WHEN: Directly after this comm post.
WARNINGS: Copious amounts of fighting?
SUMMARY: Friendly sparring matches. Probably communication failure along the way.
FORMAT: Whatever you please.

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[52cardstud]

Remy made good on his word, arriving at the decided-upon meeting place nearly fifteen minutes after the young man had sent him the directions. He'd stolen a car for transportation and left it, engine still running, right in front of the main entrance to the warehouse, slipping up the side of the place so that he could break in through the roof entrance and spy on his sparring partner from the rafters.

Hopefully he had arrived there first.

[spiritgun_punk]

He walked right into the center of the place, hands jammed in his pockets, to look around the place. There was a car idling out front, which Yusuke had laughed at before entering, so the guy had to be around here somewhere.

"Hey! I'm here." He shouted, which was almost the extent of his English before he'd have to break out his comm to translate. Stealth was not his strong point. He was here, and he wasnt' too concerned who knew it. They'd both shown up to fight, right?

[52cardstud]

Except Remy liked to play dirty. He slowly leaned back off the rafter, hooking his legs around it so that he could hang there. Cupping his hands over his mouth, he then yelled, making sure that his voice would echo as many times as it could.

"Bonjour!"

[spiritgun_punk]

So grandpa had a few tricks up his sleeve. Irritating, but Yusuke turned on the spot with a grin, trying to place the owner of the echo. If worst came to worst, he could just start firing off his spirit gun and hoping he knocked the guy out of the rafters.

"Hey! Coming down to fight or what?" He shouted, feeling himself coming up very rapidly to the end of his English. Maybe he should have enrolled in a class.