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Atlas Gym, Tuesday Morning

You know, when Deadpool started singing as he waited for the spar to begin, it really wasn't very odd.

He was all musical, you see.

But the being unable to stop and timing a few of the warm up moves in beat with the music? WEE BIT ODD.

I'm living on shattered faith
The kind that likes to restrict your breath
never been a better time than this
suffocate on eternal bliss

In a city
that swells with so much hate
you seem to rise above
and take its place
the heart pumps until it dies
drain the blood, the heart is wise

All my friends are murder
Hey, all my bones no marrows in
All these fiends want teenage meat
All my friends are murderers

Away....

I never met a pearl quite like you
who could shimmer and rot at the same time through
there's never been a better time than this
To bite the hand of the frost bitten eminence

All my friends are murder
Hey, all my bones no marrows in
All these fiends want teenage meat
All my friends are murderers

Away....away......away....

whoa whoa whoa whoa.....

I'm alive in uterine
a star in the dark a new day has dawned
open up and let it flow
I'll make it yours so here we go...

All my friends are murder
Hey, all my bones no marrows in
All these fiends want teenage meat
All my friends are murderers

Away hes gone away...

He blinked. "Can we pretend that didn't happen?"

[[OOC: the merc is there for someone, but the gym is very much of the open!]]

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There was a very real implication of pausing in Nate's momentary quiet. "Yes."

Which was all that needed to be said, really... he stretched out one of his arms, moved his neck around a little--

"She said: thanks but I'm broken
I guess... you must have misspoken."

He frowned, informing his body that you could not, in fact, make movements like that when you were on your own. (Moshing? The kids called it moshing) Then shook it off. Mostly.

Nate was moshing.

Nathan Summers. Nathan Christopher Cable Soldier X Askani'Son Priscilla Summers WAS MOSHING.

Oh, you better believe Wade was snickering. "What a laugh, I've never been chosen by anyone--" He covered his own mouth, looking around warily.

No, Nathan Summers wasn't, and anyone who might have remarked upon the idea before he slammed down on the annoying compulsion in his arms would've gotten a facial expression worthy of that fact.

"Time to--
She was barely a teen, hanging out in between
Just a part of the scene.
With mercurial smile and incurable style,
She was only a dream.."

Oh. Well. This was annoying. He tried a psi-scan, but that didn't seem to be helping the problem--

After a moment, Wade removed the hand from his mouth.

"Is it aliens? Musical aliens? Or maybe some craaaazy mutant power that makes us-- How's that
He didn't know a thing about --sing. GODDAMNIT--
Making love to the kind of girl you read about."

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"It's no real-- He said-- interference," Nate muttered, glancing up. As if that was going to let him discern the source of the singing. "I'm bound to be broken..."

He was side-stepping unconsciously.

Wade frowned at that.

"Probably just some wacky-- My Daddy bet... that I'd amount to nothing-- Fandom weirdness. And thanks for that fun bit of daddy issues, weirdness, thanks a bunch," He muttered, arms over his chest.

"Hopefully."

Nate pursed his lips, as if to intimidate the music into going away. "He won't let anybody show him anything..."

Yes. The issues were out in full force today.

"Let's just--I was a troubled child,
Had been down for a while,
Always kept to myself-- start."

"What if we start to dance too?" Wade asked, not wanting to dance. He just lacked that grace. And he was self conscious about his hips. "I don't wanna dan--No I couldn't defend
You only wanted a friend
Now you've made something else
It's so sad no one saw it coming
The paper said that you hit the ground running!"

A beat. "WHY AM I THE WOMAN?!" That got him to try and smack Nate. Because it was all his fault.

"We're not going to dance," Nate said, firmly. Because that was totally going to make it happen.

Ah. He caught the smack with the side of his arm, then punched at Wade's head. It started, apparently.

"Oh yeah," he sang under his breath, all the while, "I know I'm not broken, a little cracked, but still I'm not broken--"

Because fighting didn't count as dancing. Not as well choreographed for one.

Shaking his head, Wade spun for a quick roundhouse. "But still I'm not broken
I wanna laugh but I think that I'm choking on reality-- does that mean the whole fourth wall thing? Because that kinda makes sense..."

"It's probably better-- not to start looking into it..." There were some advantages to having thick arms. Like getting to block with the side of one while bringing up his own kick at Wade's side. "When the world is turning for you..."

Freakishly thick arms, if you asked Wade.

"Don't turn on me
Who are you here to repair
Well I don't know what you mean
You could never resist
Glorifying despair
Well now it's coming to you and I don't really care-- Yeah, let's stick with not analyzing the lyrics," Wade replied going down and going to sweep Nate's legs as soon as he hit the mats.

Leg sweep, leg sweep...

"Well, I'm not the kind to insist..."

Nate fell back deliberately, controlling his fall, landing on one hand-- enough for a kick of his own.

"You couldn't have missed, we must co-exist--
So please listen to me: there is no such thing as human debris."

Oh, that one was all him.

"Oh yeah
I know I'm not broken
A little cracked--" Wade let himself fall to the side to miss the kick. Most of it, at least. Owie. "Can't we sing stuff from musicals instead?" He asked from his back, kicking up to nail a certain messiah in the groin if he wasn't fast enough. "But dad I'm not so nothing
I wanna laugh
I'm not joking..."

"I'm unbroken, oh yeah, I said I'm unbroken--" He hadn't gotten quite that old yet-- "I thought you were over the musical thing..." --and bounced a couple of steps backwards.
"I said I'm unbroken, a little cracked-- it's just a token--"

"Well, I did finally get Arashi to go see Fiddler on the Roof!" Wade replied, hopeful the song was over now.

"I'm really not broken
What a guess I'm unbroken..." And he was wrong. And upset.

"Damn music!" He grumbled, flipping up onto his feet again. "Next time, I pick the song!"

"I don't think you have the voice to pull that off." He shook one of his shoulders loose, then aimed a kick at Wade's head.

"I have a fabulous voice, I'll have you know!" Wade replied, taking the kick as his rage over the voice comment distracted him.

"You need to know this situation's getting old
And now the more you talk
The less I can take, oh."

Nate shot forwards with an elbow-- taking the opportunity, there. "I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known--"

Ohkay.

"Don’t know where it goes, but it's home to me and I walk alone."

Which just made him think of Rachel.

Bringing both arms up to block, Wade kicked out at Nate's knee. The one without any wacky T.O.

"Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you."

"I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams-- Oof." The knee budged under the force, unbalancing him for just a moment-- Nate swung with the fall, landing on the side of his arm, ready to strike with his other leg. Like breathing, really. Gritting his teeth-- "Where the city sleeps, and I'm the only one-- and I walk alone."

Pulling back, Wade kept out of his reach. His giant, freakish reach.

"I don't even think we're singing the same song anymore..." He shrugged, bouncing from one foot to the other before it hit again. "By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do."

"I'd really prefer no song at all," Nate muttered, using the momentum to swing back up to his feet, "I walk alone, I walk alone... --I can see where this is going to get annoying..."

"Wouldn't we all?" Wade asked, darting forward as he moved up to drive an elbow down on him. "I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now-- What the hell does that mean?!"

"Someone has a sense of humor..."

His torso dodged backwards; his leg kicked out. "My shadow's the only one that walks beside me, my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating-- Definitely-- Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me-- a bad one--
'Til then I walk alone."

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