The Park, Late Saturday Night

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There was an impossibly bright light that flashed across the park for a moment. It may have been familiar to some, if they still remembered--

--except for the equally impossible noise of flesh tearing apart as War found himself, once again, part of some half-and-half monstrosity made up of himself and Wade Wilson, the red-suited mercenary.

He growled and pulled again, and suddenly he was free.

[ thread with War locked to Deadpool; park is open as usual ]

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Wade collapsed to the ground, panting a little from the exertion of so many bodyslides by one. "I think you took my kidney with that last one..."

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"I thought you were... wired... for this sort of situation," War growled, lashing out at the mercenary with a telekinetic burst. "But then we cannot all be strong!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Strong like moose?" Wade asked, wincing as he landed, but wasting no time in getting back up and armed. "Because I consider the Canadian moose to be the strongest of all animals.

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"You fight, at last!" There was some advantage to being impervious to bullets. War charged, swinging a fist at Deadpool, uncaring about where the hit would land but body. "I thought you may have forgotten how."

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Ducking low to avoid the swing, Wade rolled his eyes. "You know, I really dislike this alternate universe version of you. Can't you be the adorable Nate Grey? Or maybe that hippie?" A beat as he lunged up for a quick uppercut. "Wait, scratch the hippie. Much more annoying. How about the version that tried to tentacle rape me? I could even put on a sailor fuku if it would help!"

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A snap against his jaw and it moved back for just a moment, like hitting flexible granite. In return, War lashed out again, telekinetics powering the smash of his elbow at Wade's torso. "It has been entirely too long since I last had the opportunity to face that ridiculous Demi Moore rumble," he growled.

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"You're focusing a wee bit too much on the voice he--" Wade exhaled sharply, as he was struck, grabbing the elbow to pull himself closer for a jab to the throat.

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"You rather I focus on something else?" Another minor snap and he was kicking, hard, at Wade's side. "I assure you the violence has all my attention."

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Wade held his side for a moment, letting the ribs knit together again. "You know, that just makes me think of bad Oz and not the Wizard type, the prison type. No means no, you creepy creepy man."

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Which did not gain a verbal reply as much as an attempted telekinetic punch to the face.

War liked to change things up a bit.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

He really hated it when people tried to break his jaw. A lot.

Wade did too, so he glared and moved further back. "Bodyslide by one."

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A little further into the park, there was another flash of light.

Again, there was War, and there was Deadpool, stuck together like a bizarre, fused set of Siamese twins. War strained, and strained, and then snapped out of the bind, back healing behind him as he pulled his leg out of... wherever his leg had ended up. He growled, spinning around.

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And, ready for it this time, Wade was there slamming the butt of his gun into War's Alan Rickman-esque face. It was all... snooty and...

Shut up!

He hit him again in quick succession.

"HA! TAG, NO TAG BACKS."

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Two slams and he was stumbling a step backwards.

"Are you certain--" Wham. "About that?" War pushed against Wade with telekinetic power, forcing him away. "It does beat hide and seek... You're it."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

That telekinesis? It sucked hardcore.

Shaking his head, Wade just grinned at him and emptied a clip at him.

What?

It's not like it was gonna hurt him!

And he was War.

Jesus people! WAR. Mother fucking War!

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Yes. He was motherfucking War.

Which meant bullets smashed against his face, tilting it slightly with their force, but little else. "That's it," War grinned, leaping at Wade fists first, "Return to the fight!"

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"WHY DO I KEEP THINKING THIS IS A BIG METAPHOR FOR DIRTY?" Wade shouted, dropping the empty gun and pulling his swords. "ALSO? ARE WE BEING WRITTEN BY LIEFELD AGAIN? YOUR ANKLES ARE NORMAL, BUT SOMEHOW I'M MANAGING TO SHOUT EVERYTHING AND STILL HAVE TIME BEFORE A FIGHTING MOVE IS COMPLETED."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

As if to utterly disprove his theory, War did not speak, but rather slammed a fist up high at Wade's torso, legs moving ready to kick at his arms if so necessary.

He didn't stop his moving momentum, either.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Okay, so not working now.

(Hmm, choices, choices)

"Look! It's a defenseless kitten in need of killing!" Wade shouted, pointing behind him and kicking Nate in the groin once he recovered from the hit.

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There was a momentary doubling-up of pain, yes. "Strategy? From you?" War demanded as he attempted to recuperate-- something which lasted but short seconds, but that was usually enough.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Especially when there was a creepy AU version of Nate making weird comments at him.

Really.

Weird.

Made him all uncomfortable and wanting to throw things.

Wade spun on heel, a quick roundhouse over his head to reach War's freakishly high up face. "I apply from time to time. Usually when dealing with the crazier than I."

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War was just pleased at the actual attempt of a fight-- which Wade had always been so entirely sporting about, really...

That head snapped back and then he returned to the game, "You've always been one to revel in the violence-- the bloodshed..." His hand grasped for Wade's throat. "...And you dub me insane? Truly, I would be hurt..."

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Wade choked, grabbing War's wrist and kicking where ever he could to get him to let go.

"Air... flow restricted... please to be stopping...."

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"...But that may be a waste of resources, and I would hate to waste the opportunity to snap your neck again!"

He slammed Wade against the ground, a few feet away.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Can we go back to the dirty and very uncomfortable dialogue?"

Wade coughed, rubbing his throat and getting back to his feet quickly.

"I don't think you're gonna kill me. You know why? I'm the only fighty fun around for ya! You got nothin' but easy pickin's after this."

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"There's no reason for a rush," War replied, pulling his arm back from the throw, "Even your friend, for all his rage towards the alternate, doesn't appear to be willing to do anything but flee..."

He charged again. "...This is more entertaining."

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"Husband. He's my husband, you Uncle Bad Touch with a god complex!" Wade snapped, holding his swords out straight. "Bodyslide by one."