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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

He was studying the map today.

Leaving no stickers or pointers or anything helpful to anyone as regards to his thoughts-- but Cable's gaze would flick to Alaska, from Virginia, to Texas, and then further down at several points during the day.

The Open sign was up early; Cable had coffee.

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Who's probably fiddling with electronics again.

Which is only accessible with permission.

Which may be modded for its intended purpose.

...Mostly.

Not in the slightest!

There was a bouncy mercenary waiting over there, idly poking at anything that might annoy Nate if it was moved.

Like ya do.

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"You might want to avoid touching that."

Nate was doing his utmost best not to look annoyed.

In other words, he mostly looked like Nate.

"Why?" Deadpool asked, not looking at him and continuing to poke. "Does it explode?"

"Something like that." Nate cracked his neck slightly. "Just don't."

"Fine, fine." Wade pulled away and wandered toward the center of the room. "We gonna plaaaay?"

"No singing this time."

He stripped off his sweater for better range of movement. "I'm not sure America would survive it."

"We might break the internet if we did," Wade agreed, bouncing from one foot to the other as he waited.

Or not.

He darted forward to punch Nate in the jaw.

Nate barely dodged backwards, fist skimming inches past his face. Yeah. Probably a good idea to start getting some more sparring done...

"And Gareb would come back to haunt me."

He snapped back at Wade's head with his elbow.

"Oh, he'll be alive again soon," Wade replied, falling forward and rolling to kick him in the groin if he wasn't fast,

"Somehow I'm not banking on that..." Nate liked his groin where it was; so he moved, a little slower than he would've a year ago, dodging sideways and adding a kick back of his own.

Wade rolled back again, onto his feel. Like a rolly-polly.

With weapons.

"Everyone has died at least once at this point!"

"It's a possibility."

He charged in, fast, feinting past Wade at the last minute to strike at his back.

"But not a big one."

That hurt.

Wade winced, driving an elbow back in retaliation. "Is it because he's not a Summers? For shame, Nate. For shame."

Flowing with his own momentum, Nate shifted away from the blow-- "He'd contact me." --twisting around to add a kick to Wade's spine while he was at it.

Wade twisted as well, hands up to catch the kick and turn Nate's leg to a breaking point. "But no one knows you're alive here!"

"It's Gareb." Snapped that other foot up at Wade's face with practiced ease, ignoring the pain.

Someone was just mean!

Wade didn't let go, jerking Nate's foot suddenly to dislocate something that he might find necessary. "And he's not Squirrel girl!"

Talking about mean...

A wince of pain flashed across Nate's face. Of course, he was also a little busy falling-- caught himself on the palms of his hands, pulling his leg free, roughly as he could.

Ow.

Wade let go, taking a few steps back.

"Wanna tell me how I'm gonna end up with a psimitar?"

It took a little more twisting of his limbs than his body was entirely comfortable with, but Nate found his feet.

Sort of. One of his feet wasn't particularly happy with the situation. He ignored it.

Mostly.

"I'll let you know when I know," he deadpanned.

"Riiiiight," Wade replied, darting forward to exploit the weakness with a roundhouse. "You're always so forthcoming with information!"

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