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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;;

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Was this kid for real? What Care Bears coloring book did he jump out of? He couldn't have been less than twelve, but he was talking Dora the Explorer style. Not that I have an extensive knowledge of the Dora the Explorer style.

"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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Was this guy trying to compete with him? A bit bewildered, Sora thought for a second before answering. Deadpool's movements would be a little hard to copy with the Keyblade, since it was bulkier than his sword, but Sora was pretty sure he could manage.

"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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"Yuh, su--" Deadpool had begin to move once the kid had brought his key to his face, then stopped and scowled when it moved back to rest on his shoulder. He growled a little in the back of his throat--and when your voice usually sounds like you've gargled battery acid for years, that sound is excitingly unique.

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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"Kay." Sora's head bounced once as he maintained his current Keyblade-on-shoulder position. He still wasn't entirely sure if this guy was someone he should be trying to befriend, but it waiting to see what was up still seemed like a better plan than simply attacking. Plus he had the guy that was still pinned against the wall to consider. Heroes were supposed to get people out of danger without them getting hurt, after all.

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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"Not like--Hhhhh." Deadpool smacked his forehead and grumbled, stomping up and looming over. "Like--this," he corrected, lifting the edge of the blade--weirdly sharp for a blunt object. Ages 12 and up certified?--and putting it in front of Sora's face. "Hold. It. There. For a minute, champ."

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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Sora shifted back into the Keyblade-out position he'd been in before. It was weird to let someone else move you like that and now the costumed guy was making weird hand motions at him. Like he was adjusting a camera or something.

"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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This kid sure likes his G-rated, buddy-chit-chat, huh? Deadpool mused, merely making the occaisional grunt as Sora rambled off questions and such.

"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.