fandomhigh | Swordplay - 3rd Period

The class was a greeted by a man in bright red ~~pajamas~~ with a pair of swords strapped to his back. He would snuggle them like a security blanket, but that would totally ruin his street cred, yo. Playah haters gonna hate.

"Goooood morning boys and girls! Welcome to your very first ever, bestest, most awesome swordplay class. With me. Me, who makes it better than anything ever."

Live the dream, Deadpool. Live the dream.

"So, you've done this in probably every class up until now and out of class and sometimes in your sleep. But we're gonna fall into the need for us all to get to know each other and blah, blah, blah... Names. Past experience with swords. Whether or not you enjoy watching So You Think You Can Dance or not. The last question is the most important, mind you. Without that, how will we know your deep, innermost thoughts?"

A beat.

"Oh right, and since this in Fandom and I'm sure you got 'em, any super special secret powers that will screw up how I pair you guys off for my own amusement," Deadpool added cheerfully. "I'll even go first. My name is Deadpool and I enjoy long walks on the beach, nights spent at home watching bad reality TV and Blues Clues. My favorite books are those Twilighty one. I mean, c'mon. Who doesn't wanna read about a Byronic douche woo a mentally unstable chick?"

Wrong answers!

"...Iiiii mean, Deadpool. I've been a mercenary longer than most of ya'll have been alive and if it can kill ya, I can use it. And how. I hate that show with a fiery passion and yet find myself unable to look away from the trainwreck. Aaaaand I have a healing factor that means if you accidentally or 'accidentally' hit me, I'll heal in a few minutes and smack ya back depending on my mood. I'm like a forest fire in the winds with my moods..."

He pointed at a student at random. "Your turn. Tell me everything, but only the stuff that'll be fun. I don't care about your deep emotional trauma or daddy issues."

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"I am Illyria," said she who in fact was. Mostly. "I have been wielding blades since before your species was made up of more than one cell. I do not watch So You Think You Can Dance." Nor did she know what that was, but she wasn't about to admit that. "I watch Sam Winchester sleep."

The fact that she wasn't stupid enough to volunteer a list of her strengths and weaknesses was completely deliberate ~~and not due to the player forgetting that bit~~.

Edited 2009-09-03 05:29 (UTC)

Claire sort of facepalmed at her little sib's intro. And wondered what exactly she meant by watching Sam sleep. Talk about sounding creepy.

Which... yeah, that was about a 15 on the creeper scale.

"Do you ever blink? It's startin' weird me out."

Illyria stared at him quizzically.

Without blinking.

"I'm capable of the act. I have no need to."

"It may help you be less of a creeper," Deadpool suggested.

*stare*

"What is a 'creeper' and why should I care?"

"A creeper is someone who no one wants to hang out with. Usually they smell funny too." HINT HINT.

"I have no scent, amusing or otherwise." So she'd been informed by the vampires, and they certainly ought to know. "Nor do I desire to hang from anything."

Jo certainly wasn't eyeing Illyria oddly and wishing she hadn't fallen out of the habit of carrying a squirt gun full of holy water around. Noooooooo, not her.

Illyria eyed everyone oddly. It was part of her charm.

Perhaps charm wasn't the right word.

She did note the blonde girl's lack of eying, though, and greeted it with a slight inclination of her head.

Jo certainly didn't respond to that by leaning backwards slightly in an attempt to make it look like she'd actually been not eyeing the empty space right behind Illyria.

Because she was subtle like that.

Illyria didn't -- actually didn't, not double-negatively didn't -- look at the empty space that Jo wasn't pretending she wasn't eying, because Illyria knew there was nothing in it. Certainly nothing in it more interesting then her.

Phenomenal cosmic ego, iiiiiiitty bitty living space.

She did -- after a moment -- swing her head around so she could oddly eye the teacher again, though.

Jo did not relax so quickly that she nearly fell out of her chair.

After all she had no reason to be tense, and it would have been embarrassing.

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