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fandomhigh2007-05-27 11:48 pm
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Stabbing People for Fun and Profit: Mercenary Work for Beginners, Monday, Period 4
There was a less than pleased and non-bouncy Deadpool waiting for the kids in the Danger Shope, because he had totally remembered to tell them to meet him there.
Okay, so not really, but he did leave a nice note telling them to get over there instead of their usual spot at the main campfire.
"First of all, it seems there was a wee bit of confusion over the assignment from last week," He said, glaring pointedly at a certain boy with a ponytail that was not a wolf tail and he really needed to accept that fact and move on with his life. Oh wait... he wasn't going to have one after Deadpool got done with him. "There is to be no maiming or injuring of Aly because that causes her to stab me in the kidney, and that makes me cranky. And a cranky me means I'm going to take this out on all of you kiddies!"
He grinned and held up a pair of escrima sticks. "Fighting practice today. Pick your weapon and we'll see what you're made of." Pause. "And I hope it isn't pie because that would be both messy and disturbing as then we would have to eat the pie that you are made of and that's cannibalism."
He should add something to that.
"And that only works for soccer teams in the Andes, not for high school students while they're off camping in a disturbingly familiar cliche for horror movies type environment."
Yup, that covered all the bases on that subject.
"So! One on one spar with me. Or my other lil' T.A., Setsuna because we've fought before already and know each other's tricks already." He grinned and looked over at Alec. "Not!Wolverine T.A., on the other hand, is new and exciting and yay for genetic enhancements in a fight!"
There was logic there, really.
"Now, if things get out of hand with Setsuna and any of you, I will intervene and it will not be fun for you. But I doubt that'll happen, she's good." There was a small bounce at that. "Now, are you kids ready to go?"
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Okay, so not really, but he did leave a nice note telling them to get over there instead of their usual spot at the main campfire.
"First of all, it seems there was a wee bit of confusion over the assignment from last week," He said, glaring pointedly at a certain boy with a ponytail that was not a wolf tail and he really needed to accept that fact and move on with his life. Oh wait... he wasn't going to have one after Deadpool got done with him. "There is to be no maiming or injuring of Aly because that causes her to stab me in the kidney, and that makes me cranky. And a cranky me means I'm going to take this out on all of you kiddies!"
He grinned and held up a pair of escrima sticks. "Fighting practice today. Pick your weapon and we'll see what you're made of." Pause. "And I hope it isn't pie because that would be both messy and disturbing as then we would have to eat the pie that you are made of and that's cannibalism."
He should add something to that.
"And that only works for soccer teams in the Andes, not for high school students while they're off camping in a disturbingly familiar cliche for horror movies type environment."
Yup, that covered all the bases on that subject.
"So! One on one spar with me. Or my other lil' T.A., Setsuna because we've fought before already and know each other's tricks already." He grinned and looked over at Alec. "Not!Wolverine T.A., on the other hand, is new and exciting and yay for genetic enhancements in a fight!"
There was logic there, really.
"Now, if things get out of hand with Setsuna and any of you, I will intervene and it will not be fun for you. But I doubt that'll happen, she's good." There was a small bounce at that. "Now, are you kids ready to go?"
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Closet band geek.
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"I still say weapons training is pointless for me."
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Out-of-the-closet generic geek.
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Pause.
"Though it would amuse me."
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Then without warning, he charged forward, taking a swipe at Deadpool.
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Deadpool brought up his escrima sticks to block Raphael's attack, grinning at the kid-turtle-hero in a half shell's style. "...Why does a turtle have thumbs?"
It just occurred to him, shut up.
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...like a baseball bat. Hey, go with what you know.
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He scratched his foot with one of the sticks, waiting for Seely to, you know, do something fun like hit him. "Is this going to be like the sparring session with the Mountie?"
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"Don't worry, I won't give you any bruises that'll make the girlfriend upset."
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He held it in front of him for a moment, checking its balance and reach, then nodded to himself with a tiny smile.
It would do.
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(Lightsabers!)
Vader, where ever he may be, or whatever stupid haircut he might have, still owed him one.
"Sadly there's no one here to shout 'MORTAL KOMBAT!' so..."
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"Right," he said. "I guess I'm ready."
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Deadpool grinned and twirls one of the sticks as he waited for Eve to attack.
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He spun one, watching Deadpool, then jumped in, thrusting at his stomach.
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No, he didn't actually think that, he just wanted to piss him off with the short comment.
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Just once, it'd be nice to fight with a boomerang.
He tested the balance of one of the knives while waiting for his turn, tossing it in the air and catching it, that sort of thing. It'd require a completely different technique to throw than he was used to, that was for sure...
When he was his turn, he threw them all at Deadpool -- two at his head, and then two more on each side, in case he tried to dodge, and then let out a loud yell and charged, with the stick held ready for a double-handed over-the-head swing.
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He walked forward to meet Sokka, nailing him in the face with his escrima stick
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He kinda hoped that he'd get some nice couch sex to help ease the pain this was probably going to involve.
"You do know that the danger shop keeps things from getting out of hand, riiiiight?"
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He scratched his head with the escrima stick. "So... how are things?"
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