Ghanima Atreides (
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What NOT To Do In A Fight / Period III / Week I (Atreides/Deadpool)
Class was meeting - for today - in a standard classroom, instead of the Danger Shop as one might expect.
Deadpool had called dibs on the desk, using it to sit on like he was a politician in a commercial. One of the classy commercials that has the American flag waving in the background and a positive message. Not the ones where you say your opponent kicks babies into rabid puppies.
Because that was just wrong, man.
"Hi kids, I’m Deadpool. You might remember me from the radio. Or the bus. Or that time I thought I was Wolverine and ran around with no arms. That sucked, just so you guys know. Sucked hardcore. Animation changes are hell on you, ya hear me?"
"What my esteemed co-teacher is trying to say is that you also may recognize him as the vice-principal," Ghanima put in dryly. "As he wears many hats, in a metaphorical sense. He really only wears one costume."
No, Wade, that was not an invitation to wear funny hats to work.
"And I am Lady Ghanima Atreides, your other teacher. Some of you have taken my classes previously, but you may call me Lady Ghanima, Miss Ghanima, or Miss Atreides, whatever you are most comfortable with."
Deadpool was totally gonna wear an awesome hat just to spite you, Ghanima. "And this is what not to do in a fight."
Which, it seemed, meant he should lean over and slap Ghanima on the ass.
Ghanima responded instantly by smashing a back-elbow into his face and using her momentum to attempt to grab the back of his costume and throw him over her shoulder and down on to the floor. "Slapping," she said pleasantly. "Is for children throwing a tantrum and men who don't understand how to use their Big Boy Words."
"And chick fights!" Deadpool added from his spot on the floor. "Mmmm. Chick fights."
Ghanima nudged Deadpool with the toe of her boot. "Wade, try to keep your brain at a PG level. We have freshmen in the class."
Hopping back up onto his feet, Deadpool nodded at the class. "So, instead of that boring introduction crap, we’re gonna slap a clown. Because clowns aren’t really people. They’re hollow shells of human beings with no joy who live to strike fear into the minds of children. God, I hate clowns."
"The purpose of this class is to learn what not to do, so you can either get away, or take your opponent down as fast as possible," Ghanima continued, a smile tugging at her lips. "Hence, the clowns. They're going to pop right back up after you slap them, as a demonstration of how ineffective such a technique is."
"So let's move the desks out of the way and get started. If you feel you need a stronger reason why, you may attempt to slap either Deadpool or myself, as we both heal faster than standard humans. But be warned that you may end up bruised and in a humiliating position in front of your classmates for your attempt."
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Deadpool had called dibs on the desk, using it to sit on like he was a politician in a commercial. One of the classy commercials that has the American flag waving in the background and a positive message. Not the ones where you say your opponent kicks babies into rabid puppies.
Because that was just wrong, man.
"Hi kids, I’m Deadpool. You might remember me from the radio. Or the bus. Or that time I thought I was Wolverine and ran around with no arms. That sucked, just so you guys know. Sucked hardcore. Animation changes are hell on you, ya hear me?"
"What my esteemed co-teacher is trying to say is that you also may recognize him as the vice-principal," Ghanima put in dryly. "As he wears many hats, in a metaphorical sense. He really only wears one costume."
No, Wade, that was not an invitation to wear funny hats to work.
"And I am Lady Ghanima Atreides, your other teacher. Some of you have taken my classes previously, but you may call me Lady Ghanima, Miss Ghanima, or Miss Atreides, whatever you are most comfortable with."
Deadpool was totally gonna wear an awesome hat just to spite you, Ghanima. "And this is what not to do in a fight."
Which, it seemed, meant he should lean over and slap Ghanima on the ass.
Ghanima responded instantly by smashing a back-elbow into his face and using her momentum to attempt to grab the back of his costume and throw him over her shoulder and down on to the floor. "Slapping," she said pleasantly. "Is for children throwing a tantrum and men who don't understand how to use their Big Boy Words."
"And chick fights!" Deadpool added from his spot on the floor. "Mmmm. Chick fights."
Ghanima nudged Deadpool with the toe of her boot. "Wade, try to keep your brain at a PG level. We have freshmen in the class."
Hopping back up onto his feet, Deadpool nodded at the class. "So, instead of that boring introduction crap, we’re gonna slap a clown. Because clowns aren’t really people. They’re hollow shells of human beings with no joy who live to strike fear into the minds of children. God, I hate clowns."
"The purpose of this class is to learn what not to do, so you can either get away, or take your opponent down as fast as possible," Ghanima continued, a smile tugging at her lips. "Hence, the clowns. They're going to pop right back up after you slap them, as a demonstration of how ineffective such a technique is."
"So let's move the desks out of the way and get started. If you feel you need a stronger reason why, you may attempt to slap either Deadpool or myself, as we both heal faster than standard humans. But be warned that you may end up bruised and in a humiliating position in front of your classmates for your attempt."
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At last not this one.
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She was probably even more surprised that he managed to be able to get up afterward.
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Still, she'd signed up for it hoping it would be a helpful class, and so far she had one rule in her notebook: No slapping, unless they're a clown.
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Alexander decided to just leave it at that.
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As it stood, he was going to kind of grin a little, either way. This was going to be a good class, no matter what.
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This was going to be a long class.
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Especially not now. That clown could release her inner demon! Really!
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Clearly, Alexander had a bit of a different view of clowns than most.
Still, with a great deal of effort, he told himself not to think of the clown as a jester, but to imagine, instead, a more formidable and appropriate opponent. Instead of bushy red hair, Alexander imagined a tall peaked hat with a wide brim. Instead of a crimson smile, Alexander imagined a long grey beard. Instead of bright and colourful costumes, Alexander imagined a dirty grey robe.
Alexander had no problem hitting the clown now.
He did, however,have a great deal of difficulty keeping his blows to a minor slap.
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Okay, that was fine, but what would happen if he just wound up and punched the thing?
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"Did you know that these clowns are one-hits?" He picked up the deflated thing and frowned. "I'll pay for a replacement, honest."
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Yeah. Not all that fun.
She'd get to slapping in a minute, she was just trying to figure out what the Hell clowns were meant to be first. Besides evil.
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He slapped...
...aaaaand the clown didn't even go down. Oh, excellent.
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*goes to shoot it*
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