Consider a few factors that left T.R. believing that Fandom was getting timelines all messed up yet again (bad micromanagement there, or something), she was struck with a morbid curiosity that just had to be satiated otherwise she couldn't focus on criticizing Apu's work down at the store. Morbid curiosity. That's all. Really.
Crossing her arms in front of her, T.R. leaned on the doorframe and realized that either red pajamas were timeless, or he was as Cassandra and Lulu before him, still the same. Which would almost be just as interesting as if he were here twenty years later.
"God, no," T.R. said with a snort of a laugh. "I've got enough on my plate without having to worry about a kid." And there was the whole thing with Theo's genetics, but, whatever. Another thought slipped into T.R.'s head that made her eyes shift slightly. Did she look like a woman that would have a kid in high school? Ugh, not good. Denton was going to be pushing plastic surgery on her soon if that was the case...
"I take it you haven't exactly gotten a lot of visitors since yesterday, then, if you're not quite sure who I am."
"Not really," Deadpool answered vaguely. "You look like Turtle's mom only less freakishly bony. You her aunt? Because I can assure you if this is about anything for her school related she's an excellent student. Smart as a whip. Or, you know, something that isn't an inanimate object and therefore not technically smart."
Sokka strolled into Deadpool's office. "Hey there, old fart!" he said, by way of greeting. "Care for a rematch? Ten bucks says it takes you at least five minutes to pound me into the ground."
Okay, so only some of the people were future-zapped, which meant that he really might still be here, and let's see if she still remembered which office was his. This was after the school blew up, so it was right over ... there.
Rikku leaned against the doorframe with a smile. "Deadpool."
The grin that burst out threatened to crack her face open. "You got it," she laughed. "You know, if you were anybody else, I'd have hugged you by now."
Kabuto wasn't looking for trouble. He was exploring.
And if that exploring happened to lead him to the Yondaime Hokage's husband's old office, well...
"You're still here," Kabuto said by way of introduction, watching Deadpool from the doorway. The hood on his cloak was up, hiding the left side of his face in shadow.
"I'm surprised Naruto's father hasn't made you move back to Konoha in the past twenty years," Kabuto said, shaking his head. The movement pushed his hood back, but he didn't try to hold it on. "It's been a long time, Deadpool-sensei."
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Crossing her arms in front of her, T.R. leaned on the doorframe and realized that either red pajamas were timeless, or he was as Cassandra and Lulu before him, still the same. Which would almost be just as interesting as if he were here twenty years later.
"Busy?"
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"I take it you haven't exactly gotten a lot of visitors since yesterday, then, if you're not quite sure who I am."
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Then stopped dead, staring.
They couldn't have hired another spandex-clad maniac to teach Driver's Ed and feminism... could they?
Ack.
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Yup. Same guy.
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Tact still deserts her, on occasion.
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Sokka strolled into Deadpool's office. "Hey there, old fart!" he said, by way of greeting. "Care for a rematch? Ten bucks says it takes you at least five minutes to pound me into the ground."
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Rikku leaned against the doorframe with a smile. "Deadpool."
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And if that exploring happened to lead him to the Yondaime Hokage's husband's old office, well...
"You're still here," Kabuto said by way of introduction, watching Deadpool from the doorway. The hood on his cloak was up, hiding the left side of his face in shadow.
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