12960/Making friends in the world today!

Making friends in the world today!
Date of Scene:	04 April 2021
Location:	Backyard - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	A lesson in chaos.
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Nightingale

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Deadpool has posed:
It is noon-ish, and all is normal in the school or at least as normal as it gets here in this school. That is till outside there is a "bam, Bam bam, bam" it sounds like heavy impacts against something else heavy though there is a rythm to it. Outside is Wade with what looks to be two bamboo sticks though where the heck he got them is a mystery. He seems to be ducking and weaving around a tree hitting it with quick combo's and moving again like he is in a fight, or at least in his mind he is.

He is alone out there as most the others got either a bit worried with his display, or are worried they are going to get sprayed by the water bottle that is laying on the ground not to far away from him. Though this doesn't matter to Wade, as he is dancing to his own tune practicing what he remembered to maybe bring something else back, and what he remembered was how to fight.

Nightingale has posed:
     With it being just about lunch time, Shannon's decided to take her turkey club sandwich, minestrone soup, and some of her books outside to eat and study, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. She's dressed in some of her favorite light blue jeans, some old white sneakers, and a white t-shirt with 'Mutie Cutie' emblazoned on the front in hot pink, highlighted by silver and gold accents. As always, she has her little brown leather bag tied to her belt. Her hair is loose and long, except for one thin, pale blue braid on the left side of her face, bedecked with three little silver beads.

     As she comes out, the sharp, repeated report of bamboo sticks against the tree trunk reaches her ears. She flutters her wings a little bit, stopping in her tracks to watch a moment, balancing her lunch tray in one arm, and her books in the other, as she observes a wild Deadpool in training.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade is fast, like really fast as it is just experience in motion as he moves around the tree. He also seems agile as he flips using on hand for the movement kicking the tree twice using the second to change his motion sideways to backwards to regain his feet in stance right next to the water bottle. He just sprays himself in the face a few times and chuckles, "Poor sap never stood a chance.." he turns to look around a bit spotting Shannon. He moves quick snatching the water bottle from the ground pointing it at her, but not spraying it yet.

"Oh its you that kid from earlier." he tilts his head thinking about it dropping the water bottle and picking his stick back up. "I must warn you I am not well and... not to be.." though he is just echoing something, but stops he thinks for a moment.. "Look kid I forget the rest.. get lost huh.. I am dangerous." and laughs at that moving back to the tree he flows around it not hitting it again just moving with a fluid motion if he were fighting a living tree.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon nods, and smiles, sitting down in the grass a few steps closer, setting her books down beside her. "You might be dangerous. But I've seen you be okay sometimes, too. If it makes you feel any better, I'll stay put right here." She tilts her head to one side, watching his display of agility as he dances about his arboreal opponent. "You've got some interesting moves there," she finally says, nibbling on her sandwich.

Deadpool has posed:
He moves in his own head though he does answer a bit. "Couldn't sleep... TV kept telling me about crime in Gotham. Never move there it seems like a crazy place." and he grins a bit "It is wierd I can remember every move, every slash.. But why and from where... gone." he shakes his head standing up to glance over at her. "You think this is something you should see me with a knife.. But they won't let me have those." he laughs, "Might Stab! some one.. 'nuff bout me whats your thing kid.. part chicken?" thinking it best not to talk about him as he wanted to get past one day without getting in trouble.

Nightingale has posed:
     "You're not half bad with a staff, either. I remember one time you were here and I'd just begun to learn handling a bo staff. You were actually very kind and started helping me learn a little bit." Shannon smiles, tucking a wisp of pale gold away behind one ear as she looks over at Wade, just talking to him. "Remembering stuff like that, it's muscle memory. Your body can remember a lot, even if the brain forgets how, where, and when you learned whatever it was in the first place. I get that sometimes when I learn songs on the piano, and it's getting that way with the bo staff, too."

     Her wings move slowly behind her, flaring out partially to catch the afternoon breeze. She smiles, closing her eyes as she feels the wind blowing through each and every feather. "Ha. I've been called that, but no, I just happened to wind up with angel wings as part of my mutation. Got a pretty decent healing factor, too, and another gift for healing that can be... difficult to live with sometimes."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade nods, "Will have to try that later.. I think I spotted a shower curtain that was juuuuust about the right size." he nods, with a shrug he puts a hand on the tree. He doesn't really look over at her just talk to the tree. "They tell me it might be self inflicted. Can you imagine wanting to get away so much I would do this to myself." he shakes his head turning with a grin. "Maybe it is best forgotten. I mean look here we are me and the chicken god!" he winks at her as if joking again.

Though he looks at her for real this time, and shakes his head, "They call me the dangerous one.. So this is the next line of defenders huh.." he takes a step closer.. "Any chance you got a halo with those? Or can ya at least fly around? Maybe over a wall.." he grins a bit.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just laughs, and shakes her head, taking another bite of her sandwich. "No halo, but I actually can fly with these. Sometimes I just soar through the sky for the sheer joy of it. It's something I learned the hard way to not take for granted"

     She frowns a little bit now as she listens to Wade, considering what he's saying. "There's a lot of ways people can lose their memory," she finally says, a little cautious. "Best ones to talk to if you're looking to find yours would probably be miss Grey, or miss Frost. I may be learning about medicine and healing, but that's getting a little above my pay grade."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade nods then stops, and looks around.. "Look you seem to be trusted, and ya might help me out." his tone lowers a bit as he turns and heads to some bushes. "Come over here.. I had an idea of something that might help." If you move over there you will see a bow shaft drying in the sun. It is self made the whittled wood wrapped with some kind of material he must of looted from the rec room. There is no string on there yet, but it looks like a hand-made bow if there was one attached.

Wade whispers, "It is so boring... So I am going to do the last thing anyone suspects.. What if I fight crime at night under a hidden identity." he glances around to make sure no-one else can see or overhear. He grins, "its perfect no-one would guess its me right?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just blinks, glancing at the beginnings of a bow, then to Wade, then the bow, and back at Wade again. Very firmly, and just once, she shakes her head. Just how, if he was supposed to have no blades on him, had he managed to whittle down that wood? "Actually," she finally says. "That might be the very -first- thing people would suspect of you, is to put yourself in a combat type situation. If you're getting a case of cabin fever, you could always ask some of the teachers, maybe, and see what they say?" She tilts her head to the side, thinking for a moment. "Do you remember if there are any non-combative things you enjoy?"

Deadpool has posed:
Wade lets the bush snap back to cover it and let it do its thing.. "Maybe your right, but ya ever get the feeling... something should be happening." he looks around at the sky, "I keep waiting for... I don't know something." he glances at her again though as he thinks about it. "Well I eat.. I sleep.. well when I can." he lists things normal to him "Non-combative.. non-combative..." he walks away a bit thinking though nothing comes to mind.

He holds up a hand turning "Wait there is... no..." turning he walks again, "I am good with crafts, though if I have to chew another bow I am going to go more insaine." he winks at her on that one. Is he kidding, or did he actually whittle the bow by chewing on it?

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon smiles at that, though her brows loft briefly at mention of just how that bow might have been created. Was he joking? "So you like crafting things too, huh? What about... oh, I don't know... music? Or painting? I don't think anyone would give you too much hassle about taking either of those things up, if you're going stir-crazy and getting bored out of your mind."

     The mention of how it feels, waiting for something to happen, elicits a sigh from the winged teen, and she nods slowly. "Yeah, I kind of know how that feels sometimes. On one hand, I like being wanted and needed, and useful, being able to heal and help others. But on the other, I don't like it that it means someone is even suffering in the first place. It's kind of a catch-22."

Deadpool has posed:
He shakes his head, "I don't think so... I mean the last thing they need is me trying to murder peoples ears." and laughs coving his ear waving his head like he is in pain. "Besides, I don't see how those are going to help.. I need to Stab! I need to... no... no.." as he talked his eyes narrow and he takes on a very dangerous 'feel' but it goes away again as he talks himself out of it. "All work and no play... All work in no play.." he whispers to himself calming down again.

He then looks up like nothing happened.. "Where was I.. Oh yea no on the music! Though I am not sure you get what I mean by waiting.. It isn't that I am waiting for someone to get hurt." he kneels down and points up at the tree. "See the squirel right there.. I had stern words with it earlier and any moment it could attack me. I am waiting for it, or something.. It is coming I know it is. But I just can't tell what it is going to be."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's brows furrow with concern, glancing back to where Wade hid the bow, then back over at him. "Is that why you made the bow?" she finally asks. "Something or someone is coming for you, and you feel like you need to defend yourself?" While it's plain full understanding might not quite be there, the girl is at least -trying- to see where he's coming from. And hey, that's got to count for something, right?

Deadpool has posed:
Wade sighs, and shrugs a bit then stands turning to look at her. "Oh your nice for trying, but I don't think I can explain it.. Wait maybe I can." he turns to look at her. "You really want to understand?" he walks up to her now with sticks in hand again. He peers down at her. "Fine.." then bangs the sticks together giving a loud (Bang!) right in front of her. "Stay right there don't move or turn." he walks around again.. Till (Bang) right close to an ear though he never touches her of course. Bang.. Over again random times random spots.. Bang... then finally nothing silence.

He smiles a bit and whispers.. "It is like this... when is it coming.. I am going to do it again.. But.." Bang! He makes the sound again with a laugh.. "No-one is coming after me.. no-one needs to.. The bang is going to come.. it always does."

Nightingale has posed:
     Some of the lessons with Warpath begin to kick in, as Wade moves around Shannon with the sticks, banging them at random intervals. There is a certain relaxation into awareness, a readiness to move--and very quickly--if need be, belied by the cessation of movement in her wings. "So what is the bang for you, then?" Increasingly, she was starting to get just a little bit nervous. What sort of torment was he going through?

Deadpool has posed:
Wade stops as he sees she got the point, and he didn't want to break the poor kid. He just shrugs and walks infront of her so she knows where he is at again. "No idea kid.. If I knew that I would go out kill it, and be done till the next one." he turns and looks up at the sky "But if it happends here everything is done.. I am going to go out there again, and the world is going to become a bit more of a chaotic place." he glances over at her. "Don't get me wrong I don't blame them.. You kids are so fragile who knows what would happen, so what does one do? Damned if I do damned if I don't." he laughs again loudly, "And it is the first day..."

Nightingale has posed:
     Fragile? Shannon just stares at Wade for a moment, quirking first one brow, then the other. And then she just... laughs. Very softly, chuckling, shaking her head. Let him think the kids here 'fragile' if he wanted. "So there's always going to be another bang, and then another, and another, is that it? And yeah, the world can get pretty chaotic. No lie there."

     Even she's given pause in her musings, to consider one point. Was he actually expressing -concern- as to what might happen, if that 'bang' happened here, at the school? Was there hope for him yet? "Heh. First days somewhere can be pretty nuts, can't they?"

Deadpool has posed:
Wade turns, and waves her off.. "That is the whole point kid universe hates us, and is trying to kill us. Trick is I don't die that easy so it pisses them off." he moves to grab the water bottle leaving the bow hidden. "Do me a favor and don't tell no-one bout that most likely they are going to misunderstand, and want to shove me in the cellar again." he shakes his head putting away the sticks into a bag he had tucked in at his hip.

He starts to walk away then stops.. "A warning kid.. don't think you can change me. I am dangerous, and when I get my memories back I am gone because if I stay only bad things will happen. It is a matter o time so do us both a favor, keep the attachment to a minimum." and sighs walking away. "And don't follow me!" he yells back moving on-ward towards the house!

Nightingale has posed:
     "HEY... you know, that's my home, too!" Grumbling a little, Shannon scoops up the remainder of her lunch, her books, and spreads her wings, taking to the air and soaring back towards the mansion. "And I'm NOT following you!"