Atlas Gym, Saturday Afternoon

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After having... a day. Deadpool was once again child-free and ready for some fun sparring.

With swords.

His glee, let him show you it.

Now. If only that puppy kid would arrive so they could start. If he didn't get here soon, Deadpool was going to end up stabbing things that would cost money. And piss off Nate. He refused to lose nookie privileges!

[[For that Zack guy, but open as well!]]

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[puppy_fair]

It was probably really, really for the best that Zack knew nothing of nookie privileges. Not because he had any sort of issue with that kind of thing, really, but just hearing a phrase like that would be likely to set his brain twitching.

And down that road, there could be only madness.

In the know or not, Zack was bouncing into the gym in all his puppylike glory, his sword on his back and a few spare healing items stashed away in his pockets, just to be on the safe side.

Swordfight, swordfight! Yay!

"Hey, Deadpool! I hope you weren't waiting too long?"

He'd been distracted on the way in by dandelion puffs and shiny things.

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That much narration almost made Deadpool feel at home. Any minute now the kid was going to deliver a speech as he jumps through the air and completely ignores the amount of time it would really take.

"Five whole minutes." POUT.

[puppy_fair]

It was difficult not to get carried away with the narrative when you were as excitable and wiggly as Zack was, really.

And anyhow, he could totally jump high enough to deliver an entire speech before landing.

"That long, huh? I'll be sure to be earlier next time!" He was already counting on there being a next time. "Are there any rules or anything for this spar?"

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But that wasn't the same! It had to be leaping at someone.

Deadpool considered the rules thing. "No drawing blood--" SADMAKING. "--and don't break anything in the gym. I don't have enough money to replace it all. Nate might, but what I'd have to do to get the money may make me need to have therapy and never again be able to go near that flower shop in town without sniffling."

[puppy_fair]

Zack could make a long, running leap! He was good at those!

"I'll try not to break anything, then," Zack replied earnestly, baffled but fortunately not traumatized by the words that were coming out of Deadpool's mouth. Flower shop? Wha? "And if I do, I'll work to replace it, myself."

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"Aww, you're a sweet kid." He pulled both swords, twirling them once to get a feel for everything. "Now let's see what that sword can do other than act like one hell of a blunt instrument. I miss how insane and illogical weapons are in Japanese games."

[puppy_fair]

Zack had actually heard of Japan! Which was totally cause to be proud of himself at this point, even if he had no idea what kinds of games Deadpool was talking about.

Maybe it was a vice-principal thing?

Either way, he was reaching for his sword, grinning, and holding it out in front of himself in preparation for some exercise.

"Bring it on!"

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"Are you going to start in on some krumping? Because I can't abide by--" He darted forward, one sword coming up to catch him along the torso. "--any of that. If you're takin' it to the streets for some dance fighting... maybe."

[puppy_fair]

"Dance fighting could be fun!" Zack grinned and moved backward, bringing his sword down to clash against the one that had been swinging at his chest. "But then you'd need the right music or something. And if we're doing it with swords, it'd probably be safer to keep that off the streets."

And up came his blade again, slashing toward Deadpool's chest in turn.

[furious-maximus.livejournal.com]

Max, in his continual quest to explore the town, wandered into the gym. (He might also have seen some show on television which depicted women in spandex running on treadmills at a gym, which wad more than enough to pique his curiosity.)

He looked around. Well... there was a guy in spandex. Which was something of a let-down, really. Still, might as well be polite, right?

Max offered a wave. "Hey."

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Deadpool nodded in greeting. And would have informed him it was a poly-cotton blend, thank you. It didn't make you feel like you were in a sauna.

"Employee who I think may be a pro-wrestler."

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Max didn't know what to say to that. (TV was new. No one had introduced him to the joys of pro-wrestling.)

"Excuse me?"

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"Nice to meet you?" Deadpool said, correcting himself. No one could prove he said anything otherwise. Not unless they read the comment of his before this.

But who was going to do THAT?

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Not Max. Even if he were the sort to break the fourth wall, that sounded like a lot of work.

"I'm Max. And it's nice to meet you too." To whatever degree they'd met.

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"Deadpool!" He offered a hand. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a very square jaw line?"

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Max only hesitated a moment before reaching out to shake Deadpool's hand. He was getting used to that sort of thing.

"It might have come up a time or two." It was a very square jaw, after all.

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Deadpool was beginning to think it was some sort of evil alien entity. It mocked him with it's squareness.

"Good. Because if they hadn't, I'm doing so now." A beat. "My ears suddenly felt larger there. Did you notice anything?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Rose had stopped by the gym on her run to see if she could use their heavy bag again. She actually brought gloves this time too. It was a step up from bruised knuckles.

She waved at the Canadian dude wearing pajamas - and carrying swords. Which was way cooler than the pajamas or being Canadian. "See, if you guys had said Canada has swords, no one could have mocked."

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"But not many Canadians have swords," Deadpool replied, twirling one of them about. like ya do. "I'm a special case."

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"Why's that?" she asked curiously, figuring he wasn't going to answer as she crossed over to the punching bag.

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"...Because I have swords."

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"Noticed that," Rose shot back.

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"And that is why I'm special!" You know, if you ignore the insanity and whatnot.

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"And cause you wear pajamas," she decided.

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"They're a cultural tradition. Just ask Edna." SHE UNDERSTOOD HIM.