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( open ) — july catch-all

WHO: Heine (

kampfgeist) & you
WHAT: July, generally
WHERE: all over the place!
WHEN: the month of July, minus event
WARNINGS: TBD

baby's first catch-all log... starters to come as the opportunity arises, that's how this works, right?

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[ by the time heine heads up the street to the address eddie had given him, it's late afternoon, almost evening, the sun starting to dip behind the taller buildings on the horizon. (don't get him wrong, this isn't mood lighting—it's just that even having adjusted somewhat to the existence of a real sun, he still prefers the city when the light's a little less harsh.)

this is going to be a fascinating experiment, he thinks. his accelerated healing has, historically, meant that toxins leave his system faster than he can become aware of them, so drinking—and presumably drugs—have never had that much of an effect.

but now he's here, much weaker than he was back home, and ready to find a fun new way to fuck himself up. ]

Yo. [ heine lifts a hand when he spots eddie—he's hard to miss, with the hair and the look. which, ironically perhaps, is not all that different to heine's own, leather and denim being staples of his own wardrobe too. ]

[ although he'd never admit it aloud, heine is pleased by how many takers he's had on this fight club situation. it seems that he's not the only one in the city who's itching for something to do, some way to keep their skills sharp even when nothing of their surroundings demands it of them.

all the fights he's had so far have been exhilarating in their own way, definitely a better way to pass the time than endlessly exploring the train tunnels under the city or searching through files upon files in city hall. by the time heine spots alhaitham approaching, he's much more relaxed than he'd been at the start, sitting now on the curb with his legs stretched out into the street, jacket on the ground behind him. his t-shirt has a few small bloodstains, but heine himself appears uninjured. ]

Yo. [ he lifts a hand in greeting, as if there's anyone else around that could be mistaken for him. heine is a pretty discernible figure, generally speaking. ]

[ gepard's shed his armor for this session, at least, left in his white and blue uniform. while geomarrow is light enough to wear even in the heaviest and harshest of battles, but he finds it unnecessary when they're here to spar and nothing else. and while he knows that the other party might use knives, he trusts his training and strength enough to get out of this intact.

he makes himself known with a slight nod, rolling his right wrist to test it. it's been a while since he's removed his bracers and his entire arm feels very light. ]

Gepard.

[ white hair, red eyes—there's no mistaking him. ]

What are the terms of this sparring?

[ Gebura has spent the majority of her first life living in the Backstreets. You learn to look for landmarks or make your own, skirting past bloodstains on the wall, bodies on the ground. Heine's filmed directions are incredibly easy to follow in comparison, but it's not as though she hustles to get there. It's just a silent stride, baseball bat over her shoulder--not to be threatening, just to exist, a place to keep it resting.

And soon enough, she shows up, tall and scarred, long red hair pulled up high into a ponytail with mismatched eyes coming to rest on the only guy around here who looks to be waiting expectantly. A nod; she's clearly the succinct type. ]

Hey.

[ ... Very succinct type. ]

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( closed ) — eddie munson

( closed ) — alhaitham

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