Swordplay - 3rd Period - 9/2
The class was a greeted by a man in bright red pajamas with a pair of swords strapped to his back. He would snuggle them like a security blanket, but that would totally ruin his street cred, yo. Playah haters gonna hate.
"Goooood morning boys and girls! Welcome to your very first ever, bestest, most awesome swordplay class. With me. Me, who makes it better than anything ever."
Live the dream, Deadpool. Live the dream.
"So, you've done this in probably every class up until now and out of class and sometimes in your sleep. But we're gonna fall into the need for us all to get to know each other and blah, blah, blah... Names. Past experience with swords. Whether or not you enjoy watching So You Think You Can Dance or not. The last question is the most important, mind you. Without that, how will we know your deep, innermost thoughts?"
A beat.
"Oh right, and since this in Fandom and I'm sure you got 'em, any super special secret powers that will screw up how I pair you guys off for my own amusement," Deadpool added cheerfully. "I'll even go first. My name is Deadpool and I enjoy long walks on the beach, nights spent at home watching bad reality TV and Blues Clues. My favorite books are those Twilighty one. I mean, c'mon. Who doesn't wanna read about a Byronic douche woo a mentally unstable chick?"
Wrong answers!
"...Iiiii mean, Deadpool. I've been a mercenary longer than most of ya'll have been alive and if it can kill ya, I can use it. And how. I hate that show with a fiery passion and yet find myself unable to look away from the trainwreck. Aaaaand I have a healing factor that means if you accidentally or 'accidentally' hit me, I'll heal in a few minutes and smack ya back depending on my mood. I'm like a forest fire in the winds with my moods..."
He pointed at a student at random. "Your turn. Tell me everything, but only the stuff that'll be fun. I don't care about your deep emotional trauma or daddy issues."
"Goooood morning boys and girls! Welcome to your very first ever, bestest, most awesome swordplay class. With me. Me, who makes it better than anything ever."
Live the dream, Deadpool. Live the dream.
"So, you've done this in probably every class up until now and out of class and sometimes in your sleep. But we're gonna fall into the need for us all to get to know each other and blah, blah, blah... Names. Past experience with swords. Whether or not you enjoy watching So You Think You Can Dance or not. The last question is the most important, mind you. Without that, how will we know your deep, innermost thoughts?"
A beat.
"Oh right, and since this in Fandom and I'm sure you got 'em, any super special secret powers that will screw up how I pair you guys off for my own amusement," Deadpool added cheerfully. "I'll even go first. My name is Deadpool and I enjoy long walks on the beach, nights spent at home watching bad reality TV and Blues Clues. My favorite books are those Twilighty one. I mean, c'mon. Who doesn't wanna read about a Byronic douche woo a mentally unstable chick?"
Wrong answers!
"...Iiiii mean, Deadpool. I've been a mercenary longer than most of ya'll have been alive and if it can kill ya, I can use it. And how. I hate that show with a fiery passion and yet find myself unable to look away from the trainwreck. Aaaaand I have a healing factor that means if you accidentally or 'accidentally' hit me, I'll heal in a few minutes and smack ya back depending on my mood. I'm like a forest fire in the winds with my moods..."
He pointed at a student at random. "Your turn. Tell me everything, but only the stuff that'll be fun. I don't care about your deep emotional trauma or daddy issues."