fandomhigh | Swordplay - 3rd Period

After ~~handwavily~~ informing the class to bring their babies on to class, Deadpool was positively bouncing around.

"The bond between a boy--or girl--or tenticular elder god crammed into a meat puppet--and their sword is a sacred one. Yin to your yang, Oreo to your milk, the winner combo of the Jays on America's Next Top Model," Deadpool said, twirling one of his babies like he was in Glee Club.

...they needed a Glee Club here.

He'd be on that like white on rice, baby.

"So today we'll be talkin' about our weapons of choice! And how we take care of it in the long nights when it just needs to be sharpened and oiled and properly cleaned like the naughty little things they are--"

Okay, that could be considered just a bit dirty.

"--I mean, tell everyone about your weaponry! Think of this as... the Miss Inter-Dimensional Weapon Pageant. Who will win? Will there be a talent portion of the contest?!"

No. No there would not be.

"So jump on in and say why your weapon is better than everyone else's. Argue like the dickens, baby. But nothing more than that or I will make your like a living hell and Anakin seem like the nicest guy on island, got it?" Deadpool clapped happily. "Lets get going!"

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Show and tell was the most awesome thing ever.

Zack plucked his sword from his back, holding it up for the people in the class to see. It was about four feet of pointy death, and he loved it so!

"This is a standard-issue SOLDIER sword, given to 2nd and 3rd class members of SOLDIER back where I'm from. They're pretty sturdy, but I've still been through a few of them. Sometimes it's easy to go over-the-top and break them in practise, you know? When I get promoted to first, I'll get the option of choosing my own sword, but I'll probably just stick with something like this until something better comes along."

Yeah. The kid broke solid steel in practise by accident. And he was holding this thing up with one hand like it was nothing. It was perhaps a very good thing that he loved everyone ever. He was also a showoff. And that was why he was giving it a one-handed twirl before setting it onto his back again.

Turtle found herself gawking, just a little.

"Boy, Zack," she said, "I never realized you had such a big sword!"

"Being able to handle something this size is kind of a requirement of being in SOLDIER," Zack replied, looking pretty darn proud of himself. "You should see my mentor, Angeal's. That thing is huge."

Turtle's eyebrows lifted, clearly impressed. "Even bigger than that?"

Zack nodded emphatically. "His is huge! Like, a foot wide and six feet long, huge!"

Massive!

[Clearly, I will someday need more Buster Sword icons. Curses.]

"That's, like, ginormous!" Turtle gawked.

"Massive!" Zack nodded, grinning. "You should see this thing! But Angeal doesn't really use it often. I think he just likes playing with the smaller ones more, and the big one is always right there, for show."

No, Zack. That wasn't it.

[Ceiling Cat Sephiroth is LOVE.]

"Well," Turtle reasoned, thoughtfully, "you've got to imagine that it could get pretty...laborious, having to constantly handle something that big."

"Yeah, I guess so. But he's obviously proud of it. You'd think he'd get used to just going ahead and whipping it out, more."

The sword. Of course.

"Well, is a modest sort of person?" Turtle wondered. "Because sometimes it says a lot about a person if they're not always just whipping it out. Maybe he doesn't want others with smaller swords to feel bad."

There was a slight pause.

"I mean, not that there's anything wrong with whipping it out! I mean, it's awesome when you do it. So impressive!"

Oh, yes Turtle. Stroke his little... ego some more.

Because Zack totally needed that.

"You think so? Maybe I'll have to just whip it out more often, then!"

"Oh, definitely!" Turtle agreed with enthusiasm, her head bobbing a bit with a nod. "I mean, I don't know about other people, but I know I wouldn't mind getting to see it more often. Especially in action!"

"And I aim to please," Zack bragged. "I'll show it to you any time you want, Turtle! I love giving demonstrations!"

Jo eyed off Zack's sword enviously, that was a really nice sword.

Naturally, the moment Zack noticed any sense of envy from the masses, he had to take it off of his back and give it another twirl.

We did mention that showoff part, right?

"My bat'leth had been been a part of my family for ten generations," Worf ~~bragged~~ commented ~~bragged~~ "And was only broken once. In combat. Clearly your swords are defective."

Oh snap! Yeah. He went there.

"Or maybe," Zack said, without the slightest bit of malice and possibly completely oblivious to the fact that he was saying this to a Klingon, "I'm just putting a little more strength behind it."

Zack was a dead man.

Worf growled back at Zack.

"Perhaps you'd like to put that statement to the test," he snarled.

"Ooh, a spar sometime? I'd totally be up for something like that!"

It was difficult to get this kid worried, really. He was bouncing. Again. And smiling. A lot.

The smiling was... disconcerting.

"Very well," Worf said stiffly. "I accept your challenge."

Zack figured Worf couldn't be any harder to beat on than a behemoth, so long as they were putting strength to the test and not stretegy! He kinda sucked at using his brain in a fight. And anyhow, this was just a friendly challenge, right?

"Pick a time and a place and I'll meet you there! Except Sunday. I work on Sunday. Bad day for sparring. But any other time and place!"

Bounce. Bounce. Grin. Ad infinitum.

Such a strange boy.

"Fine," he said with utter seriousness. "Monday. At Wellpsring Arms."

"Awesome! I'll see you then, Worf!"

Yaaaaaaay, a spar!

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