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Atlas Gym, Sunday

When Logan woke up this morning his pants weren't jeans, his flannel shirt was a poofy blouse-type thing, and his boots and belt looked like they belonged on his costume. But it all still fit, so that wasn't going to bother him.

When he got to the gym, he decided to skip the whole office thing and go straight to the sparring room to work on his swordwork. You know, just in case.

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Which is actually in the sparring room today.

Which was just what Deadpool expected, really.

"Oh god, are you stuck in that weird 1602 thing?!"

"If the clothes fit, might as well wear them," Logan said, doing his very best to ignore Wilson entirely.

He knew it wasn't going to work.

"Yeah, but not when you look like an extra from a Treasure Island movie." A beat. "And not even the good one. The non-Muppet one!"

"And you look like Spider-Man's stunt double," Logan said. "What do you want, Wilson?"

"I am much taller than him," Deadpool replied, lifting his chin haughtily. "And can't a guy who has the genetic material of another guy come by and see how he's doing?"

"I'm doing fine aside from the pirate clothes," Logan said. "I'd be better if I had some beer. So, are you gonna just stand there and talk or are you gonna make yourself useful for once and give me someone to spar with?"

Deadpool batted his eyes at him, hands clutched to his chest. "Why, Jimmy, I thought you'd never ask."

The fact that Logan was already sneering meant that he couldn't sneer even more at the use of his original name. But he would've if he could. Logan turned so that both he and his katana were facing Wilson and changed from his practice stance to more of a ready-to-chop-Deadpool's-head-off-again stance. "Let's go, then."

"No decapitations!" A beat. "I don't know why, but it's suddenly a concern around you..."

Grinning a little and bouncing, Deadpool pulled his own sword.

"I'm not making any promises," Logan said, charging forward with a downward slash.

"Evil man!" Deadpool gasped in shock. "What will the children think?"

Really.

Shock.

Bringing his own sword up to block, he spun to slash at Logan's side.

"They'd like it. Kids are bloodthirsty," Logan said, turning his sword to parry. With a quick step back, Logan took a quick stab at Deadpool's shoulder.

"Ow." Deadpool moved the blade of his sword down along Logan's to slice at his hands. "That's pretty true. They keep trying to break my knees in a spar. I mean, it's sweet of them to think that will put me down, but also annoying."

Logan switched sword hands since the one he had been using had just been cut open. So Logan thrust lefty at Deadpool's chest. "I knew I liked the kids around here."

"Hey now! They think I'm awesome," Deadpool actually gasped as there was a sword in his lung. Pushing forward into it, he brought the handle of his own down to hit Logan in the face.

The blow turned Logan's head, but he didn't let go of the sword. He took a step back and tried to pull it out (ahem) while twisting it a bit to do a little more damage on the way out. "I like 'em, but they're dumb."

Which was painful and only could be responded to with an attempted beheading of his own.

"Are not--" He gurgled a little with the whole blood thing. Sigh. Tedious. "You're just jealous!"

Logan ducked under the attack - which wasn't tough for the little guy - and swung at Deadpool's sword arm. "Jealous of you? That'll be the day."

"People like me here," Deadpool shot back, moving back to avoid the sword and slashing low because-- weetiny opponent.

"Some people like you back home, too," Logan said, not moving quite fast enough to avoid getting his leg slashed open. "Ugh. I'm not sure about them, either."

"Awww, it's okay, Jimmy." Deadpool spun like a ballerina a safe distance from him. "I still... tolerate you!"

"I'm thrilled," Logan said. "What, are you done already?"

You know, this has been a busy weekend. Therefore, I'm not doing anything today except watching Batman: The Animated Series and RPing.

You could say that today's just for Arrrrrr and Arrrrrrrr.

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