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[symmetryguns]

Who: Death the Kid symmetryguns and open!
Where: The forest
When: Tuesday
Style: Actionbrackets
Status: Open

[Kid, if asked, might say he is practicing the ancient and noble martial art unique to his family line. He moves slowly and carefully through the stances, an exercise in control, positions that take full advantage of inhuman flexibility and strength. Shinigami Taijutsu is not something a human could ever do correctly, or use to its full advantage.

Mostly because lots of the poses look like this.]

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[lowlands]

[JUST. STARING. He has tried many a thing but what are you on and where can he get some?]

[symmetryguns]

[A low, sweeping kick in a circle, leading into a handstand, then rotation in the handstand coupled with another spinning kick.

This is in fact what he intended to do, motions matching the (very clear and steady) thought bubble exactly.]

[lowlands]

[Why was popcorn not provided? Netherlands crosses his arms and continues to watch. Even if he wanted to leave, this is just too...bizarre. His bubble is actually blank since...wow. What is he supposed to make of this anyway?]

[symmetryguns]

[A few more sweeping, circular kicks, and careful, open-handed strikes. At one point in the exercise, he bends completely backwards at the hips, torso almost at right angles to his legs. It's here that he stops, catching sight of the stranger.]

Hello.

[He straightens up and turns to face the man, thought bubble filled with dark squiggles (annoyed curiosity).]

Can I help you?

[lowlands]

No.

[He's fine watching, thanks. Just continuing to stare.]

[symmetryguns]

Would you like to spar?

[That might be why this man is still here.

.... his thought bubble might be focused on the scar on the Netherland's forehead.]

[lowlands]

[He doesn't fail to recognize his own scar. A quick zips recollection of how he earned that scar through his bubble before replaying what he noticed of Kid's "training" earlier. It looks more like a bizarre dance, forgetting some of the movements altogether.]

With you?

[symmetryguns]

[A mental flicker, the scar matched with an exact mirror image on the other side of the forehead.

Then a "is there anyone else here?" in neat typewriter-letters across the bubble.]

Yes.

[lowlands]

What will you give me if I do?

[There be Euro popping up in his bubble. Kid might not know what they are but the numbers in the corners of the bills should be a hint for money.]

[symmetryguns]

You're the one who stood there watching me. [Mental image, blasts of light shooting Netherland's Euro thought bubble]

[lowlands]

[He shrugs. No money, no fight. He doesn't think much about whether or not it bothers the stranger, merely cross his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall with closed eyes.]