fandomhigh | How to Be a Comic Book Superhero, Period 4

Instead of the teachers on the syllabus for their first class, the students were greeted by a man in a bright red costume that wouldn't look terribly out of place in the circus. Or maybe some bizarre court jester.

With pouches. Lots of pouches on his belt.

It was a fashion statement, shut up.

"Good morning kids! Your normal teachers couldn't be here today because... actually I have no clue why, all I know is that I'm here to teach you lil' ones aaaaalll about being a super hero. Take that people who won't let me be an Avenger! HA!"

...right. Deadpool cleared his throat, tossing a few comics out at the kids. "Those are your teachers, not me. I'm still recovering from the trauma I went through with my poor, poor car. You sick twisted kids." He shook his head in disappointment at them all, even though they didn't really do anything to him, it was just the principle of the matter. He was all about principle.

But not principals. They were mean.

"Today we're coming up with names and costumes. Names are easy, go with what your power is, or maybe whatever you think strike fear into the hearts of men. Or something edgy and hip that involves anything that sounds painful. Try it out with your fellow classmates. Help each other come up with some fun names. And if I hear anything that ends in man, boy, woman, or girl I will start punching, got it? That's just lack of effort there."

"As for costumes, let's just see a few of the bad ones to scare you punks straight and get you to pick something good. First up is the emo-boy costume of the year, from a guy who used to be called Speedball because he bounced and was oh so annoyingly happy...." He held up a large photo before passing it around. "Meet Penance! Isn't he a peach? Next up is the hairstyle that very, very few can pull off, and I wouldn't try it unless you're now a queen of Wakanda or an insanely power mutant with weather controlling abilities. Really. It'll just look stupid. See?" He held up another picture before passing it around. "Meet Ororo Munroe, or whatever her name is now. I wasn't invited to the wedding." He gave a small sniff. "So mean of my fellow X-men."

"Another issue is holes in the costume. Sure they may look cool and even hip, but think about where you put them. Eye holes? Good idea. Mouth holes? Good idea! Boob holes? BAD IDEA. Check out this costume here," Deadpool said, passing out yet another picture. "From out distinguished competetion, but shh. Don't let anyone know I mentioned them."

He looked around quickly to make sure Stan Lee wouldn't pop up and beat him up. "And last but not least kiddos, the coup de grace, drum roll please?" He paused. Damn. "Fine, rubber nipples. Just don't do it. Ever. Please."

Handing out sheets of paper and colored pencils, he continued to lecture. Kinda. "Try your best to draw the costume you'd want to wear. And remember the simple examples of bad costumes, if you do, you'll be fine. Okay? Okay! Get drawing!"

Syllabus
Marie D'Ancanto
A.J.
Allerdyce, St John
Altman, Teddy
Conrad, Marco
Jekyll, Henry
Michelangelo
Park, Adam
Perry, Neil
Rikku
Robin
Sherman, Liz
Skywalker, Luke
Sparks, Jenny

After getting the kiddies occupied by drawing, Deadpool looked down at the syllabus and frowned. Huh. He looked up for a chick with a white streak in her hair. Well, she certainly didn't look like she was about to make Sabertooth her bitch.

Alternate universe? Maybe. Well these guys didn't have a T.A. yet... and she was all crazy back home...

[[OOC: ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up!]]

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"Leaf," A.J. had decided. "Aka the Artist."

Teddy just kinda stared. "Seriously?"

A.J. gave Teddy a worriedly look. "No good?"

"Leaf makes it seem like you control nature and The Artist..." Teddy titled his head at A.J. "Are you a fan of the color purple?"

"Depends," A.J. said, eying Teddy suspiciously. "What shade is it?"

"Not really sure, just purple in general, I think."

"Well, it isn't exactly my favorite on the spectrum..." A.J. said, still suspicious, wondering (fearing) about just where this was going.

Teddy had to bite his lip to keep from snickering. "And glitter?"

The last time this topic came up around A.J., someone got a needle in his foot, so his face and his palm had a brief meeting before he demanded, "Just where exactly are your going with this, Teddy?"

"Nowhere! Just warning you about the danger of glitter in Fandom."

He was helpful like that.

"I've been warned," A.J. assured him. "I've beared witness. But what does glitter and purple have to do with Leaf aka the Artist?"

"You'll find out eventually," teddy said, going for a cryptic answer.

"So not fair, dude," A.J. let out a breath of a laugh and looked to Teddy with pleading eyes.

John thought carefully about what name he could use, now that he was free from the "oh-so-original" Magneto's pick.
I mean, seriously. Pyro for a guy that is a pyro? Sure, it was simple and saved time on spreading his rep., since anyone who saw him would scream and point, "OMG look at that Pyro!"

Hmm...now that he thought about it, his writer's block was keeping him from coming up with anything other than "Super Flaming Torch Man." The middle was taken, and he didn't feel like getting punched by his teacher--the guy was cool.

"Pyro," he shrugged.

Deadpool stared at the kid in his class.

Then looked at the new T.A.

Then back at the kid. T.A. Kid. T.A. Kid.

"Is this where we get the fun crazy fights now? Brotherhood of Evil Mutants versus the hip and friendly X-Men? Because I am more than willing to turn a blind eye on that one! We need more wacky mutant fights!"

John shrugged and gave an almost sinister grin.

"I s'pose somethin' might happen. Depends on whether or not someone makes a 'shrimp on the barbie' crack. Or if someone decides to rain on my parade...again." He growled at the thought of that bloody Weather Witch.

Deadpool gave him a pat on the head. "Aww, you're the same lil' psychopath I know and occasionally want to stab back home."

He beamed...and then gave a little nervous laugh.

"Uh, I shouldn't be expecting a shanking or somethin', should I?"

"No, no, no," Deadpool assured him. "I'm not allowed to kill students. Plus you aren't really one of my kill worthy archnemesiseseseses... enemies." He shook his head. "If you were Creed or maybe Madrox. Goddamn Madrox."

How to Be a Comic Book Superhero, Period 4 - 07/09

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