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[flamme_vert]

[Ash is walking down a road near the arena, conducting an imaginary orchestra as he hums La Marseillaise to himself.]

[Momentarily, he stops, staring up at the grand construct, and sighs.]

It's so boring around here. Orochi hasn't reared his head, and I haven't bumped into m'sieur Kusanagi in ages.

Perhaps it's time for some livening up... [Idly

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[snowfall_slash]

*The green flame catches the attention of a wandering swordsman. Cautiously, Ukyo approaches the green glow, his hand reaching for his sword. Who IS this guy...?*

[flamme_vert]

....oh?

[Ash turns slightly, looking over his shoulder.] Careful, m'sieur, I may bite.

[snowfall_slash]

I am no stranger to such opponents. *Ukyo emerges from the shadows, his wings flattening against his back. His sword is still sheathed.*

[flamme_vert]

[He examines the man's sword and garb, and chuckles softly.] Indeed, it would seem that you know the type quite well.

What brings a lone swordsman out to play? Perhaps doing your daily required wandering?

You rang? 8D;;

[burning_fists]

[Walking down the street -]

.....

[And getting ready to turn - wait what. NO. THIS IS NOT HOW KYO DEALS WITH THIS GUY. B|]

So punctual, Kusanagi XD

[flamme_vert]

[Just the hint of a grin.]

Bonsoir, m'sieur Kusanagi. I was just thinking about you!

Well, it was either him, post 2k3 Iori, or K'. 8D;;;

[burning_fists]

[And a scowl from this one. :||||||]

Oh joy and rapture.

They could all be fun on various levels

[flamme_vert]

You wound me, m'sieur. Can a man not just reminisce on battles past without being persecuted?

.......or battles yet to come? [Smirk of the highest order.]