Who: Darius Summers and AoA!Remy LEbeau
What: The gauntlet has been thrown.
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: Violence? And it's these two, even if one's not feeling like himself

Who: Darius and Remy
What: dinner and a movie
Where: Their apartment
When: Evening
Warnings: boylove

( Let's go to the movies! )

Who: Weevil Navarro, Remy LeBeau
When: Daytime
Where: The battle arena of a large body shop
Rating/Warnings: Violence, foul words in other languages.


Remy Lebeau looked around where the Godbox dropped him off and sighed. There was no kiddie pool of baby oil, so his suggestion to Gigi to wrestle Rogue for this little game had fallen on deaf ears. He strolled about the place, finding a sizable clearing in the middle of the machines and to get his bearings; closed, but full mechanics bay. Nice and spacious, smelling of oil and brunt metal.

He grinned, he liked the idea of this: friendly spar, no-holds-barred, but no one dies. Nice break from the old world and he could see how he sized up against others. He hadn't worn any of his armor, just loose and comfortable jeans and tank, with his signature trenchcoat with a fresh deck of cards, in case.

He stood in the middle of the empty space, an obvious mark for his unknown friend, and propped his chin on his bo, looking oblivious as could be.