fandomhigh | Talking Is A Free Action - 7/7

The classroom was perfectly normal when everyone arrived. Desks, chalk board, that weird projector thing hanging out in the back... normal. And it was gonna damn well stay that way.

"Hello and welcome to Talking is a Free Action, kids. Today we're gonna start at the beginning with introductions," Deadpool said, emphasizing the word with spirit fingers. "Yeah, yeah. You've been doing it ever since you arrived here, but have you been doing it right?"

Well, kids. Have you? Didn't think so.

"Say you've busted onto the scene with a dramatic pose and witty one liner, but no one there recognizes you in all your inherent awesomeness." Which had totally never happened to him. "So, what do you do then? You make 'm know about you with good marketing."

A beat.

"It also helps if you have a good writer at the time. Damn you, Way."

Frat boy razzum frazzum...

"Ooo, try starting out with your name and a catchphrase. I'm Deadpool, the merc with a mouth. It gives you a taste and leaves you wanting more. Another example would be Wolverine whose catchphrase is 'I'm the best at what I do and what I do isn't very nice,'" he added. "But that leads us into what I call The Meatloaf Conundrum. Where we're all left wondering what that really means. What is it that he wouldn't do for love? Why has science not solved this mystery? Curse you, Reed Richards!"

...moving right along.

"Aaaanywho. I want you all to find a classmate and introduce yourself with a witty catchphrase. Find multiple classmates for extra credit! You need to build buzz or else you'll just be another Adam dollar sign ampersand little at symbol star ing X. And no one wants that."

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"Why can't you just be a fucking demon hunter?" Nathan asked, ignoring that snipe at him. He tended to let those just roll right off him. "What's the big deal with rogue? You don't look very bloody rogue to me. You look like a salesman."

"Yes, but demon hunters can be part of groups," Wesley argued. "The rogue distinguishes me from organizations such as the Watchers' Council and indicates that I work autonomously."

"Are there really that many demon hunting groups out there?" Nathan asked dubiously. "Or is this your attempt to make yourself look like a big man? Why didn't you pick something better? Ninja Demon Hunter! Fucking Awesome Demon Hunter! Bitch, I Hate You, Demon Hunter!"

Nathan had a point. Not that Wesley was going to admit it, of course.

"In point of fact, there are quite a few groups of that nature, yes," Wes informed him. "One of which I used to work for. If I did not outright specify that I work apart from them, people might misunderstand."

Which would be a TRAGEDY, Wes.

"People like who?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. Before Wesley could answer, Nathan snapped a few times and pointed at Wesley excitedly.

"Oh oh oh, do you have a card? Do you have a card with your name and rogue demon hunter in big, bold letters written underneath it? And is there a quirky catchphrase like 'if you've got demons, you need a rogue to clean that up for you! Call me, half off for first demon kill!'"

"Of course not," Wesley scoffed. He was rapidly approaching his Nathan quota for the day. No, the week. "But -- potential beneficiaries of my assistance, I suppose. They might feel more comfortable working with an autonomous demon hunter rather than one who is part of an organized group."

"Well, how do you advertise yourself, then?" Nathan wondered curiously. "If you don't carry cards, do you have an ad in the local phone book? Are there phone books anymore? Or are you super super secret gotta know a secret password to get your services kinda secret? Is that part of the whole rogue name?"

"I rather thought that was the purpose of these taglines," Wesley pointed out. "To sum up one's objective and abilities in a succinct but informative manner."

Right, right, the assignment. Nathan forgot about that for a few seconds, too busy trying to get a rise of poor, uptight Wesley. He leaned back in his seat and grinned.

"Riiiight." He nodded. "Thanks for the info, Rogue Demon Hunter. I'm appropriately impressed now."

That was sarcasm.

Wesley got the sarcasm. He just chose to ignore it.

"Thank you," he said, returning to pompous-mode. "You've been most helpful."

Also sarcasm.

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