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fandomhigh2011-03-29 11:43 pm
atreideslioness) wrote in fandomhigh2011-03-29 11:43 pm
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What NOT To Do In A Fight / Period III / Week 12 (Atreides/Deadpool)
Class today was set up like a a dance studio. Because that wasn’t weird or anything, right kids? Right? Rather than teacher arriving on the scene to keep everyone in order, music started to play. Oh yeah. This was gonna be a fun day.
“Mi amor!” Deadpool said, sliding onto the dance floor all Nathan Algren style.
"I'm telling my fiance-never that you said that," Ghanima teased from across the room, easily - elegantly - striding across the floor and offering her hand. "It will make him pout."
“My lips are sealed,” Deadpool assured her, taking her hand and pulling for a twirl. “The rest of the class I can’t account for.”
Damn you all, class.
“Today we’re gonna learn the pros and cons of trying to include dancing into your fighting style. And no, Summer Glau won’t be making an appearance, okay?”
"Being naturally graceful does not always translate to graceful fighting," Ghanima said, going with the twirl at the same time she attempted to hook Wade's feet out from under him. "Hand-to-hand combat is often brutal, short, and wonderfully violent."
And down went the Deadpool! Dragging her along with him because she started it. “And can sometimes end with sexy results, but that only happens in bad fanfic,” Deadpool added helpfully. “See, there is a style of fighting that’s kinda like dancing. And I’m pretty sure that hot Dagger chick does battle ballet, but she’s also a product of the old days. Back when there were still tiny ankles and pouches that did nothing...”
Said the guy wearing a couple dozen pouches.
"Says the man wearing a couple dozen pouches," Ghanima quipped. She didn't need to be able to break the 4th wall or read narrative to make fun of an obvious opening like that. She moved up again in a fluid motion, like it had been choreographed. Except most choreography didn't include knives sliding out of her sleeves.
Well, not modern Terran choreography, anyway. Dune was another matter.
Deadpool clapped his hands together, sitting upright. “So, you all are gonna pair off and try to see how hard it is to be all dance-fighty. No Dance Dance Revolution crap, though. I can’t stand that stuff.”
"There are styles that incorporate dance, such as Capoeira, or there's the drunken boxing. Neither of which you'll be working with today. Instead, you're going to learn some basic tango moves, and try to fight while using them properly."
“They dance of love,” Deadpool added, somehow with a rose between his teeth. Yes, through the mask. Just go with it.
“Mi amor!” Deadpool said, sliding onto the dance floor all Nathan Algren style.
"I'm telling my fiance-never that you said that," Ghanima teased from across the room, easily - elegantly - striding across the floor and offering her hand. "It will make him pout."
“My lips are sealed,” Deadpool assured her, taking her hand and pulling for a twirl. “The rest of the class I can’t account for.”
Damn you all, class.
“Today we’re gonna learn the pros and cons of trying to include dancing into your fighting style. And no, Summer Glau won’t be making an appearance, okay?”
"Being naturally graceful does not always translate to graceful fighting," Ghanima said, going with the twirl at the same time she attempted to hook Wade's feet out from under him. "Hand-to-hand combat is often brutal, short, and wonderfully violent."
And down went the Deadpool! Dragging her along with him because she started it. “And can sometimes end with sexy results, but that only happens in bad fanfic,” Deadpool added helpfully. “See, there is a style of fighting that’s kinda like dancing. And I’m pretty sure that hot Dagger chick does battle ballet, but she’s also a product of the old days. Back when there were still tiny ankles and pouches that did nothing...”
Said the guy wearing a couple dozen pouches.
"Says the man wearing a couple dozen pouches," Ghanima quipped. She didn't need to be able to break the 4th wall or read narrative to make fun of an obvious opening like that. She moved up again in a fluid motion, like it had been choreographed. Except most choreography didn't include knives sliding out of her sleeves.
Well, not modern Terran choreography, anyway. Dune was another matter.
Deadpool clapped his hands together, sitting upright. “So, you all are gonna pair off and try to see how hard it is to be all dance-fighty. No Dance Dance Revolution crap, though. I can’t stand that stuff.”
"There are styles that incorporate dance, such as Capoeira, or there's the drunken boxing. Neither of which you'll be working with today. Instead, you're going to learn some basic tango moves, and try to fight while using them properly."
“They dance of love,” Deadpool added, somehow with a rose between his teeth. Yes, through the mask. Just go with it.
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