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WHO: Kurt Wager ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
in_likeflynn and Selina Kyle meowminx
WHERE: That Institute Place
WHEN: Thursday evening? Once all that zombie stuff is good and wound down.
WARNINGS: Pointy objects. (But really none.)
SUMMARY: Selina's a previous friend/current friend-of-a-friend, she apparently sword-fights, and 80% of Kurt's logs must, in some way, involve sword-fighting.
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Kurt had arranged with one Selina Kyle, who had once been a friend of his (He didn't remember this.) and whom he had met as a child last week, to engage in the oh-so marvelous sport of fencing. It seemed that he was already gaining a good track record for establishing the activity, having fenced with Remy just earlier in the week. If nothing else, the City was promising in opponents. He still didn't have a lot of equipment, and none of it particularly excellent, but it did on short notice. The semblance of normalcy here was... Well, it was really strange. He wanted to maintain it and, at the same time, he felt guilty for doing so.
With everything set up in the gym so that he wouldn't have to go fishing for it, he set to waiting for Selina's arrival, perched on a chair in one of the Institute's common areas and tucked safely into The Sea Hawk for likely the fiftieth or so time in his life. He supposed he'd have to answer the door. A little embarrassed at himself, he wasn't completely sure if folks could simply walk into the Institute any time they wanted.
in_likeflynn and Selina Kyle meowminxWHERE: That Institute Place
WHEN: Thursday evening? Once all that zombie stuff is good and wound down.
WARNINGS: Pointy objects. (But really none.)
SUMMARY: Selina's a previous friend/current friend-of-a-friend, she apparently sword-fights, and 80% of Kurt's logs must, in some way, involve sword-fighting.
FORMAT: Paragraph
Kurt had arranged with one Selina Kyle, who had once been a friend of his (He didn't remember this.) and whom he had met as a child last week, to engage in the oh-so marvelous sport of fencing. It seemed that he was already gaining a good track record for establishing the activity, having fenced with Remy just earlier in the week. If nothing else, the City was promising in opponents. He still didn't have a lot of equipment, and none of it particularly excellent, but it did on short notice. The semblance of normalcy here was... Well, it was really strange. He wanted to maintain it and, at the same time, he felt guilty for doing so.
With everything set up in the gym so that he wouldn't have to go fishing for it, he set to waiting for Selina's arrival, perched on a chair in one of the Institute's common areas and tucked safely into The Sea Hawk for likely the fiftieth or so time in his life. He supposed he'd have to answer the door. A little embarrassed at himself, he wasn't completely sure if folks could simply walk into the Institute any time they wanted.