Atlas Gym, Saturday Afternoon

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool really should stretch and all that crap if he was expecting a fight or two today, but...

Coffee.

It beat out everything in terms of importance. Sweet, sweet, Irished up coffee. It could stand for a bit more Irishing, but it was pretty damn good.

Sans ham.

[[Open gym is open!]]

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[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer, in her effort to keep active of body and mind, had headed to Atlas Gym that afternoon.

And was more than a little surprised to see someone dressed as, well, whatever Deadpool was dressed as. She wasn't sure, herself.

So, she gawked just a little.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool just sipped his coffee some more and squinted at her. No, the mask didn't help SHOW said squinting. "Do I know you?"

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"I'm a student," Jennifer said. "So, maybe you've seen me at a function?"

She had no idea what else to say.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...no. That's not it."

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"I work for Miss Cabot?" Jennifer offered, still wondering why he was dressed like that.

[puppy_fair]

Somewhere else entirely, Reno was totally insisting that there was nothing the matter with ham coffee.

In the here and now, of course, Zack was making his way into the gym with his usual bounce. And his sword. That was the important part, after all!

Bouncing totally took the place of stretching, too.

"Hey, Deadpool!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Puppy," Deadpool greeted him, downing the rest of his sweet boozey coffee. "Ready for funsies?"

[puppy_fair]

"Always!" A pause. A mild pout.

What was with everyone calling him a puppy, anyhow?

Aside from the obvious puppylike behavior, Zack?

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Just give the kid a tail and he was all puppy. All puppy, man.

Deadpool pulled both swords, bouncing a little. "C'mon then!"

[puppy_fair]

Hey. This was Fandom. He could potentially wake up with a tail tomorrow, for all the universe knew.

He probably wouldn't. But he could.

Zack pulled his sword from his back, gave another little bounce of his own, and then ran at Deadpool, all too happy to kick things off with a quick slash aimed for his chest. He was starting to get the hang of taking advantage of the length of his sword, too. This slash was out at arm's length, and was still aiming for flesh wounds.

He'd work on the cleave-you-in-half slashes once they got into the swing of things, perhaps.

[bitchprince]

Arthur was just coming into the town gym because it had more opportunities for proper weight training. Zack was one thing that brought him to a pause. Lord Deadpool was... another.

Lord Deadpool's swords meant a whole different kind of pausing entirely, and for the whole fight, he was far, far too distracted by two swords to get to more than cursory work.

He was going to have to ask Lord Deadpool about that, one of these days.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"You know the Perk's just down the street," Nate noted.

Why, yes, he and Jan were spending their lunch break out at the gym. There were times for sandwiches (which was at work, where generally no one showed up) and there was time for practice.

Jan was having her fun in the kiddie area. She did squee an obligatory, "Deadpool!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I am waiting for fighty times," Deadpool replied, toasting with his cup.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Hoping to challenge a few newbies to a fight without spilling the coffee?" Nate asked, idly, as he stretched.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Maaaybe." Deadpool's hands twitched for his swords. "Why? Are you up for a game? Winner gets to pick what to break next!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Weapons, bare knuckles, or coffee?"

He rolled his shoulders one more time, and cast a look towards Jan.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica walked into the gym wearing a dark pink sports bra, a pair of gray shorts, socks and sneakers. Her hair was pulled back in pigtails and she was carrying a large water bottle and a small towel.

"Okay, I'm ready to kick your ass," she declared.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Pigtails." That was about all he could manage right now. Shhhhh.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"Need to keep my hair out of my eyes so I can effectively fight," she said with a smirk.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"By wearing pigtails." Deadpool gave her a Look. "You know, I won't be swayed into not kicking your ass by adorable hairstyles."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica laughed and put her water bottle and towel down before stepping on to the mat to stretch. "How was I to know that you had a weakness for pigtails?"

[berserkerminsc.livejournal.com]

Minsc had been doing a very good job lately of avoiding certain things like...people. Certain people. Very good at it. But it did make him a little restless, to the point where he was pretty sure that if he didn't do something, the latest couch at 25 Uni wouldn't last the day.

So he was at the gym a day early, still hoping there might be some beating up of things.

"You do not drink coffee in a gym," he felt the need to mention to Sir Deadpool when he spotted the other gentleman there. "You drink either water or the sweat and tears of evil."

Duh.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...Does Gatorade make that flavour?"

[berserkerminsc.livejournal.com]

"What do alligators have to do with anything?" asked Minsc.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"They make a refreshing drink for people who like to think they're working out when all they're actually doing is... drinking water," Deadpool replied cheerfully.