[This is contrived. All of this. Old school. This is some fucked up shit pulled right from a B-grade movie. This is.. great. This is exactly what Deadpool looks for in a situation. It's by no means the weirdest thing that ever happened to him, because he's the weirdest thing that ever happened to him. He's yet to see anything top that. All he knows is there's a goal, a prize and about a hundred patsies standing between it and him. He has no doubt some of these people are seasoned warriors, but they have nothing on his 11 secret herbs and spices. He is the deluxe bucket of pain, winging it through this suspiciously empty Arena.
A sword was easy enough to acquire from the Cornucopia, he'd been lucky enough to arrive with his mask. Lucky? Is lucky the word? It's symbolic, they said, it'll mean more for the inevitable reveal. Right. He does recall somebody telling him his face was the best distraction, but that doesn't mean he isn't putting his stylists on his Jerk list for pummeling. That'll come later, when they crown him Next Top Model or whatever.
He's taking to the back passages and the lower depths of the course, seemingly unperturbed by the dark or..anything. Really. Given the fact that he's swinging his sword around, singing with no attempt to keep the volume low.]
Don't be shocked by the toooonnnne of my voice-ah. It's the new weapon, weapon of choice.
[And with that, he will mimic the movements of the popular dance whilst puncturing the air around him with his sword, scarred arms sweeping around in front of him.]
Ahh-- You can go with this, Or you can go with that, You can go with this, Or you can go with that, Or you can throw with us. Doot, doot, doot. Love that song. Man, I miss when they played music here.
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A sword was easy enough to acquire from the Cornucopia, he'd been lucky enough to arrive with his mask. Lucky? Is lucky the word? It's symbolic, they said, it'll mean more for the inevitable reveal. Right. He does recall somebody telling him his face was the best distraction, but that doesn't mean he isn't putting his stylists on his Jerk list for pummeling. That'll come later, when they crown him Next Top Model or whatever.
He's taking to the back passages and the lower depths of the course, seemingly unperturbed by the dark or..anything. Really. Given the fact that he's swinging his sword around, singing with no attempt to keep the volume low.]
Don't be shocked by the toooonnnne of my voice-ah. It's the new weapon, weapon of choice.
[And with that, he will mimic the movements of the popular dance whilst puncturing the air around him with his sword, scarred arms sweeping around in front of him.]
Ahh-- You can go with this,
Or you can go with that,
You can go with this,
Or you can go with that,
Or you can throw with us. Doot, doot, doot. Love that song. Man, I miss when they played music here.