Atlas Gym, late morning (some time after the Skywalkers are done)

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka practiced swinging his sword around a few times, and then spent the rest of the time he was waiting for Deadpool grinning into the mirror at his new hat. It was AWESOMELY fierce.

[For one, but open like a gym]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool was rocking the hat, if he did say so himself. Rockin' it like he was on a runway.

"I think this is much more fun than that honesty bullcrap," He remarked, adjusting the bow as he watched Sokka's form.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka put a hand on his hip and posed, so that Deadpool could better appreciate his form. "Well, the honesty stuff would have been a LOT more fun if I had kept my mouth shut and everyone ELSE had opened THEIRS," he replied. "I bought a digital recorder for the occasion, and ended up with absolutely nothing that I'd want made public."

He frowned at his reflection. "Tell me the truth -- this would look better in green, wouldn't it?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Red," Deadpool suggested cheerfully. "It's a soothing color, I find."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Why," Sokka growled, "does NOBODY understand that I have a CULTURAL AVERSION to the color red?!?!?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Maybe that's just racist."

...what?! not even the narrator was going to touch that one.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"...What?"

Sokka really wasn't touching it, either.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...sparring?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"...Right."

Sokka moved suddenly, swinging his practice sword at Deadpool's hat.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Not the hat!" Deadpool cried mournfully, bringing both arms up to block in a way that would lose a pair of hands.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka pulled the sword back, so that it swung past Deadpool, and continued the spin into a kick at the man's stomach. "There can BE only one hat!" he cried.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Do you're going to behead it for the quickening?! You fiend!" Deadpool replied, mildly impressed by the kick as he grabbed Sokka's leg as soon as it connect.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka frowned at his captive foot. "Yes, I'm going to behead your hat!" he answered. With his back leg he jumped forward and up.

The idea was to twist out of Deadpool's grasp in midair, kick his hat off, and land again crouched and ready to unleash some awesome sword fury. In actuality he was probably going to land on Deadpool's head in a tangle of limbs and twist his ankle in the process.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool grabbed the new leg, holing him upside down now. "Stop trying to injure yourself. That only works if you're me and can heal from it," He pointed out before dropping him to get a practice sword.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"HEY!" Sokka landed on the floor with an "oof!" and laid there for a moment.

Then he rolled to his feet and charged at Deadpool with a loud, ululating war cry, and lashed out with his sword.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"OW. Hey! I was getting a sword. Don't make me smack you," Deadpool said, turning and rubbing his back.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"I was using the element of surprise while you were distracted," Sokka explained.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...okay, when you put it like that!" Damn logic! "But then I get to smack you around as well, mmkay?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka raised the sword into a defensive stance and grinned. "Only if you're able to."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Aww, you've got hope! I like that," Deadpool replied, twirling the practice sword like a baton. "Well, c'mon!"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka rushed forward again, slashing low.