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WHO: Sora and Deadpool
WHERE: Random back alley
WHEN: Sunday evening
SUMMARY: Deadpool beats up on some random people, Sora decides to play hero, Deadpool's like "lol, what kid with a GIANT KEY" hi-jinks ensue.
WARNINGS: Deadpool should be his own warning. Friendship and Sparkles. And possible language.
FORMAT: paragraph
Sora had shuffled around town all afternoon, a little too restless to simply sit in his room and wait for the night. Still he knew it wasn't really safe to go running around the city in hero-mode during broad daylight. Heroes were popular with some people and downright hated in others. Which... Come to think of it, he didn't really get. Sora had never heard Pete or Hercules saying anything about people hating heroes. In fact, it seemed a little silly to call them heroes if they were hated.
Heroeing, however, was why he was in this world to begin with and Sora would be sure to do his job. Besides, he didn't hear the lady who's cat he'd saved from the burning building earlier week complaining much, so he put the nay-sayers out of his head for the time being and suited up for patrolling. It was just starting to get dark as he left the MAC and more than a little cold. Maybe it was time to switch out his customary shorts for pants or something else warmer. Sora'd never had to worry about the cold before on the Island, but as nifty as the snow was it did have it's downsides.
He turned the corner, turning into an alley that cut through to tenth street. Downtown was usually the area that needed the most patrolling at night and Sora couldn't say he minded cause at least the glass buildings were all pretty. He ran through the alley, enjoying the crunch of the snow under his ridiculously huge shoes and the hollow of the wind rushing by his ears, emerging just in time to nearly be slammed in the face by a rather average looking guy flying through the air. Well... That wasn't quite what he expected.
OOC: Sorry for the super late log posting. I fail. :( Let me know if you'd like anything different, I just kinda... Went with the first thing that popped into my head so yeah. 6.6;;
WHERE: Random back alley
WHEN: Sunday evening
SUMMARY: Deadpool beats up on some random people, Sora decides to play hero, Deadpool's like "lol, what kid with a GIANT KEY" hi-jinks ensue.
WARNINGS: Deadpool should be his own warning. Friendship and Sparkles. And possible language.
FORMAT: paragraph
Sora had shuffled around town all afternoon, a little too restless to simply sit in his room and wait for the night. Still he knew it wasn't really safe to go running around the city in hero-mode during broad daylight. Heroes were popular with some people and downright hated in others. Which... Come to think of it, he didn't really get. Sora had never heard Pete or Hercules saying anything about people hating heroes. In fact, it seemed a little silly to call them heroes if they were hated.
Heroeing, however, was why he was in this world to begin with and Sora would be sure to do his job. Besides, he didn't hear the lady who's cat he'd saved from the burning building earlier week complaining much, so he put the nay-sayers out of his head for the time being and suited up for patrolling. It was just starting to get dark as he left the MAC and more than a little cold. Maybe it was time to switch out his customary shorts for pants or something else warmer. Sora'd never had to worry about the cold before on the Island, but as nifty as the snow was it did have it's downsides.
He turned the corner, turning into an alley that cut through to tenth street. Downtown was usually the area that needed the most patrolling at night and Sora couldn't say he minded cause at least the glass buildings were all pretty. He ran through the alley, enjoying the crunch of the snow under his ridiculously huge shoes and the hollow of the wind rushing by his ears, emerging just in time to nearly be slammed in the face by a rather average looking guy flying through the air. Well... That wasn't quite what he expected.
OOC: Sorry for the super late log posting. I fail. :( Let me know if you'd like anything different, I just kinda... Went with the first thing that popped into my head so yeah. 6.6;;
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"And that's for calling it a 'venti'!" Deadpool hollered after aforementioned guy as he chucked him into the air. Really. The nerve of some of these uptight, psuedo-yuppie, post-college-graduate-out-of-work-I-wear-shirts-ironically schmoes.
He turned his attention back to the pair of dumbstruck men, pleased by how utterly bewildered they looked. Granted, there was never any talk of coffee sizes in the first place, but it seemed the right thing to say. He would have said it. Given the chance. Deadpool had just taken action before he could do the deed.
"An-y-who," he went on, jerking his head to crack his neck. He pointed at one of the men, who squeaked. "Yeah, you, Squeaker. What's your name again?"
"Uh, uh...Uh..."
"Ooookay, how 'bout you, Glasses?"
"L-Larry?" the second gulped, eyes popping.
"Oho." Deadpool clicked his tongue, then hopped over, grabbing the first, stuttering mess of man by the collar. "Then this is the guy I want!"
Guy-He-Wanted screamed as Wade's sword slowly lifted out of its sheath. Actually, Larry was screaming, too. Sword came up, and screaming.
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Sora scratched his head idly, trying to figure out just what was going on. The only people that wore costumes and masks in this city were super heroes or super villains and well, last he checked, super heroes didn't go throwing townsfolk around or threatening them. He blinked, no, that really didn't sound like hero behavior. Clearly this guy was a villain.
"Hey, stop!" He yelled, confidently walking up as the guy rounded on the other one who had identified himself as Larry. "If you have a problem with someone you should solve it by talking, not beating each other up! If you don't leave him alone, I'll have ta make you!!"
He grinned and swung the Keyblade confidently over his shoulder, stopping just short of where Deadpool and the other guys were gathered. Sora looked at the spandex man, hopefully this guy wouldn't put up much a fight.
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What.
"What," he echoed himself flatly, for lack of a better comeback. You can't have 'em ALL the time. Well, whatever. It was a kid. Woop-di-doo. Back to busi--
Waitasec.
Deadpool tilted his head a little at the boy. Was that a...key?
Oh.
Oh.
The smirk on his face became visible from under his mask. "Hold on a sec, Glasses," he said offhand to the man in his grip as he pinned him against the wall with one of his knives--psh, not the SWORD, leaving him to dangle by the collar of his shirt. Larry, as he had introduced himself, had already begun to flee the scene. Big whup.
"Key boy!" Deadpool cried joyfully. "This is a good day! I was wonderin' if I'd ever get a chance to bump into you. And just as...bubbly-lookin' as one'd expect a dippy kid who carries around an oversized housekey would. Defying expectations not exactly a big deal nowadays for youth, huh?"
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Sora studied Deadpool for a minute. He wasn't really sure what the big meanie was trying to get at. Why should he have to defy expectations just because he was a kid? Wasn't that, in itself, doing something that was expected? Riku and Tidus had tried to explain that whole thing to him once, but Sora never thought it made much sense. He shrugged.
"Whatever." Sora swung his Keyblade around, pointing the key end at Deadpool in what he hoped was a threatening manner. "You need to let those people go! Especially that guy you've got hanging there... That's not nice!"
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"Captain Keyblade," Deadpool announced, and the smirk on his face could probably not be any...smirkier. "Ladies and germs, quake in fear! Captain Keyblade is here to inform you that pinning your targets is not nice!"
He chuckled, swinging one of his swords in an identical fashion to Sora, though more casually. Then the thought resurfaced. Why do I care so much, again?
Oh.
Oh yeah!
His cool, collected composure dropped with the revelation. He snapped his fingers and pointed at him.
"Think you could do this with your giant car key, kid?" He demonstrated by bringing his own blade close to his face, sharp end down.
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"Yup." He said after twenty-odd seconds of careful consideration, and proceeded to mimic the movement, grinning like an idiot the entire time. "So, are you gonna let those guys go now? Or do I actually have to fight you."
He swung the Keyblade over his shoulder again. Just holding it out like that was tiring.
"Cause really," Sora continued, "I'd much rather be friends. You seem... unique."
He figured that was probably the best way to put it. Sora's mother had always told him that being unique was a good thing and if you couldn't say anything good about someone than you shouldn't say anything at all. Course, Riku had told him unique was just another word for crazy too, so he still figured this situation could go either way. He really didn't want to have to fight the guy, though. Why beat someone up when you could try to make friends, right?
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And 'unique' was the last word out of the kid's mouth before Deadpool huffed and held out a hand waving it and shaking his head. "No, no, Spikey." Heh. Spikey. Spy-key. "Keep it in place. Just for a few seconds."
He scrunched up his face as he concocted a quick excuse to cover the 'why' that would probably come from asking that. "Be...cause it's what people do in...my country to signify...uh...friendship? So do that, and I'll let the loser go."
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Furrowing his eyebrows, Sora made a confused face. He hadn't really heard of other countries in this world having different ways of dealing with friendship. He figured it made sense, but... Well, it just made his new friend more unique. "So uhh... Where are you from?"
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He backed up, framing the shot with his hands and squinting. He almost looked back over at the poor dangling guy to ask for input, but he thought better of it. After all, the guy had finally shut up. Probably wondering who fights with a giant key, too.
"Oh, you know," he said idly, sheathing his sword and planting himself in a slight crouch. "Ohio."
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"So, they do this for friends in Ohio? Where's that from here? I'm from Destiny Island." He absently rattled off questions. Really, this was all quite odd. First the guy attacked random people, then he looked like he was gonna attack Sora and now they were friends. Not that being friends was bad it was just all happening so fast and well, Sora couldn't really process it quite right. Maybe this was just how they did things in Ohio. Where ever that was. "Where I'm from friends just hang out together and stuff, we don't really stand with weapons and point them at each other or anything like that."
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"Nyeah, well, not everyone walked out of a Care Bears movie," he remarked. "Now shaddup and hold still--!"
And thiiiiis is mud in your face, Bullseye!
He ran. He ran and leapt with a flat-footed kick, fully intending to hit the flat of the Keyblade and send it into Sora's face. Since that was what he bet a round of drinks on.