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[littleyellowboxes]

Deadpool is sitting on a comfortable couch by the fireplace. He's surrounded by a pile of sharp objects. A couple swords, a combat knife, several pouches full of throwing knives, a few shuriken...you get the idea.

He's industriously cleaning, sharpening, and polishing all of them. It's a lot more focused energy than you usually see from Deadpool.





Oh wait, he's humming In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida under his breath, and occasionally doing an air guitar solo. He's probably fine.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X enters the bar, yellow-and-blue mask pulled up over her face.

Wolverine is dead, long live the Wolverine.

At her side is another wolverine, this one furry and pulling heavily at his leash.

Jonathan the Unstoppable wants to investigate every corner of this new place! Especially the guy that smells weird and kind of terrible!

"Wade," X says, as she approaches.

"Hello."

[littleyellowboxes]

Deadpool looks up at her, and then back down at his array of weapons.

"Funny, I didn't think sword oil had any hallucinatory properties."

He looks back up at her. "I think I saw a porno like this once."

[cutting_edgex23]

X does not sigh.

She pulls the hooded mask from her face, sitting down at the table and giving Jonathan an opportunity to look at all the edges weapons his heart desires.

"No."

Beat.

"Logan is dead. And Wolverine is useful. So it is me. Now."

Jeeze, Wade. Gross.

[littleyellowboxes]

"Hey, you look better in his costume than he'd look in yours, okay?"

No one needs to see Wolverine in a midriff baring crop top. No one.

"Right?! Anyway do you mean like, he's dead Jim, or like he's dead like Jean Grey?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"An old version from him exists. From a different universe."

X does sigh, this time.

"I am dead. There. Sometimes he is irrational about that."

And, you know. Tries to kill Gabby.

"So it is probably more like Jean."

[mjolnir_retriever]

That is a respectable pile of weaponry!

And a... weird sartorial aesthetic, but sure, why not.

Anyway, Thor respects a solid pile of well-cared-for weaponry, and the process of making sure all of it stays well cared for. Even if one chooses to do it in a head-to-toe onesie (without even a little shiny external armor!) and in the middle of Milliways.

[littleyellowboxes]

"Holy shit, it's the son of Odin!"

He's looking very numinous and mighty today.

Deadpool stares at him from behind the blank, white eyes of his mask. "You really raise the level of class in this joint. And you're on Security too?! What the heck."

[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor gives him the self-assured grin of someone who is, indeed, the son of Odin, and is very used to being recognized as such.

"I am."

He is: on Security; the son of Odin; very classy.

(For Asgardian definitions thereof, anyway.)

[littleyellowboxes]

"Man, that X-23 girl really knows how to make a dude feel inadequate with her hiring choices. How are you gonna start a fight when you know Thor is gonna be the one arresting you?"

Don't think about that too hard.

"Unless, you're like, into that."

Too late.

[mjolnir_retriever]

...

Right, well, anyway.

(Thor isn't particularly bothered by the implication, or any such hypothetical scenarios; he's just not going to factor it into his decision-making process.)

"She is a wise commander," says Thor, with comfortable approval, "and a good friend."

He crosses his (massive) arms over his (massive and shinily armored) chest, and adds, with a little amusement leaking into his voice, "And yes, that may have been a part of her thought process."

[veryvorkosigan]

Cordelia passes by on her way to one of the armchairs, with a book-reader and a mug of mocha.

... That is a lot of weaponry. Her eyebrows lift only a little; living with Barrayarans means it's not that bizarre a picture to her.

[littleyellowboxes]

"Oh, won'tcha come with me,
And take my haaaaand?
Oh, won'tcha come with me,
And walk this laaaaahhaaaaaaaand?"

It's too bad no one can see him wink under the mask.

"You see something you like, or is it just the pile of cold, hard steel you're interested in?"

[veryvorkosigan]

"I'll admit, it's the pile of steel that caught my attention," she says easily. "Are those all your personal armory, or are you running a business?"

[littleyellowboxes]

"That's fair, my arms and armament are pretty impressive! This is all me, though. I don't carry all of it at once usually, but sometimes! Also I left all the explosives at home. And the heavy artillery. And most, but not all of the guns."

Which implies that he is still carrying some guns. Somewhere.

[veryvorkosigan]

Helplessly, her eyebrows rise toward her hairline.

"Any particular reason?"

[seeking_truth]

Maker preserve her from diplomacy.

Cassandra stalks into her room and slams the door behind her, then stops short as she realizes that -- in a way -- her wish was granted, at least for now.

Glowering, she looks around the room, and her glance falls on the red-clad man she remembers having met once, the one who's more puffed up than many Orlesians, which is saying quite a lot.

... he has weapons. Many, many weapons. Scowling, she strides over.

"What in the Maker's name are you doing?"

[littleyellowboxes]

Oh hey, it's Renfair Barbie!

"I'm polishing my long, steely rod, what does it look like? Getting it nice and hard, oily, and sharp at the tip. You know. Guy stuff."

He leans back and gently buffs the katana he's holding. It's not suggestive at all. Why are your minds so dirty?!

[seeking_truth]

"Guy stuff?"

She makes a disgusted noise.

"I will have you know that there is nothing about swordfighting that is limited to men."

[littleyellowboxes]

"Well, no, but-"

Did she really just ignore all of that beautiful innuendo? What a waste.

[seeking_truth]

Evidently when one spends as much time as Cassandra does with soldiers, templars, and Seekers, ignoring innuendo can be an incredibly useful thing!

(Not to mention Orlesians. Pfaugh.)

"Exactly."

[cook_the_rude]

"Sharp and pointy things," says the gentleman in the plaid suit and paisley tie who wanders by, a glass of wine in his hand.

[littleyellowboxes]

"Yeah, what's it to ya, Don Draper? You like swords?"

[cook_the_rude]

"And kitchen knives," the gentleman says.

[littleyellowboxes]

Deadpool makes a 'so-so' gesture with one hand. "Kitchen knives are good in a pinch, especially if you're out of like, grenades. But they just don't have the same kick as a flying foot of blinding steel, you feel me?"

Plus, swords make better 'swoosh' noises.

[cook_the_rude]

"Not if you use the for cooking," the gentleman says. "Cutting vegetables with a katana would be slightly awkward."