Fandom High School

There was a more subdued happy bounce over teaching teenagers how to be mercenaries today. It was the last class period after all. That might explain the large selection of pastries laid out for the consumption of the students. When they all arrived, Deadpool started his lecture.

"I hope you all had fun on the trip and finally got all that paint off. And also? Two thumbs up for excellent paint fighting skills!"This was, of course, accompanied by the mentioned gesture. "Today is a sad day, however, as it is the last day of this class. Yes, yes, I know. Tears and rending of garments all around. But don't worry kids, you'll find a way to move on with your lives. And maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to use these skills for important things."

Pause.

"Like hiding embarrassing things in your friends apartment so they won't find them until an inopportune moment. Which I haven't at all and you can't say I did!"

Oh yes, there was something shifty going on there, but then again, when wasn't there something shifty with Deadpool?

He grinned at them, bouncing a little again. "I'm going to miss this class! I hope to see you all again in the fall! Enjoy the food!"

[[Bleh! OCD! Wait! And have at it!]]

No bouncing today as he waited for students to arrive. Nope, not in the mood for that.

"Now, if you'll recall in the first class I asked when you'd draw the line for a job. Today I want a more detailed answer," Deadpool said with a manic grin. "I know it's easy to say now that 'Oh, I'd never do that!' or 'No amount of money is worth that!', but come on now. If you want to be a mercenary, why the hell would you set limits?"

He twirled a small stiletto dagger in his hand, tossing it up into the air on occasion to catch it and continue the twirling.

"I want you to get into groups of two or three and figure out a good limit for a professional mercenary. Who will they kill, rob or protect? Megalomaniacal super villains bent on destroying the world? Friends? Family? The occasional old couple who want some really annoying kid to stop stealing from their shop and are willing to pay way too much? Gimme answers folks!"

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There was a less than pleased and non-bouncy Deadpool waiting for the kids in the Danger Shope, because he had totally remembered to tell them to meet him there.

Okay, so not really, but he did leave a nice note telling them to get over there instead of their usual spot at the main campfire.

"First of all, it seems there was a wee bit of confusion over the assignment from last week," He said, glaring pointedly at a certain boy with a ponytail that was not a wolf tail and he really needed to accept that fact and move on with his life. Oh wait... he wasn't going to have one after Deadpool got done with him. "There is to be no maiming or injuring of Aly because that causes her to stab me in the kidney, and that makes me cranky. And a cranky me means I'm going to take this out on all of you kiddies!"

He grinned and held up a pair of escrima sticks. "Fighting practice today. Pick your weapon and we'll see what you're made of." Pause. "And I hope it isn't pie because that would be both messy and disturbing as then we would have to eat the pie that you are made of and that's cannibalism."

He should add something to that.

"And that only works for soccer teams in the Andes, not for high school students while they're off camping in a disturbingly familiar cliche for horror movies type environment."

Yup, that covered all the bases on that subject.

"So! One on one spar with me. Or my other lil' T.A., Setsuna because we've fought before already and know each other's tricks already." He grinned and looked over at Alec. "Not!Wolverine T.A., on the other hand, is new and exciting and yay for genetic enhancements in a fight!"

There was logic there, really.

"Now, if things get out of hand with Setsuna and any of you, I will intervene and it will not be fun for you. But I doubt that'll happen, she's good." There was a small bounce at that. "Now, are you kids ready to go?"

[[ooc: Please wait for the OCD is up and ready!]]

[[ooc part deux: weapons are completely moddable!

Deadpool was practically bouncing with glee over this class. He was being allowed to teach impressionable youths about mercenary work, how great was that?

Once all his students, or at least a few of them showed up because he was getting impatient and wanted to get on with the teaching and the shooting fun times.

"Good morning my little mercs in training. First of all, I'd like to clear up any salacious rumors you may have heard on the radio about myself and Professor Yondaime. Contrary to what Aly may have claimed, there was no quickie Vegas style wedding with a classy Venice backdrop, complete with costumes and a little gondola that brought any bride up the aisle. Because that would just be silly and we all know better than to listen to the radio for what the truth is."

( Seriously, there was no wedding )

[[ooc: Please wait for the OCD is now up!]]