3rd Soul

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[Soul arrives this time with his bed. He's wearing pajamas and is sitting up in bed, breathing fast, his face covered in a sheen of cold sweat. After a moment he looks around to confirm where he is, then leans forward and closes his eyes. He grits his teeth, resting a hand against his chest.]

That stupid dream again...

Comments

[mercwamouth]

YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE MAKE YOUR TIME!

[Redirects attack to his new location]

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[Soul tries to flee, but he's tangled in the sheets. So he does the only thing he can do, which is transform his arm into a scythe and raise it to block Deadpool's attack.]

[mercwamouth]

[And he does so!]

YES! Got you to turn into a weapon!

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[The blow makes a clanging sound that, well, normal arms don't make. Soul starts trying to scramble away.]

What the hell is wrong with you?!

[mercwamouth]

I don't like having things hidden from me.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[He finally untangles himself and scrambles to his feet, ready to run or defend himself.]

What, I'm not allowed to have secrets? I don't even know you.

[mercwamouth]

It's hardly a secret. You told me you were a weapon. You were just too shy or whatever to show me.

So I figure, screw that, I'll just get you to show me without asking.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

No, I just didn't want to lose my advantage. In case something like this happened. [He transforms his arm back into an arm, since it doesn't like Deadpool is going to attack again.]

[mercwamouth]

Gotta tell ya, kid. That wasn't much of an advantage.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[Just glares at Deadpool.]

[mercwamouth]

A neat trick, but a weapon's not much good without a wielder. You probably can't do much without your girlfriend.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[Way to poke the sorest of the sore spots, Deadpool. Soul doesn't even know how to respond.]

[mercwamouth]

[He's got a knack for that]

Still, you could probably get someone else to swing you around while you're here.

Someone with a lot of experience with weapons maybe?

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

Don't come anywhere near me.

You wouldn't be able to handle me, anyway.

[mercwamouth]

Heh. Attitude. Very intimidating.

I like you, kid.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

I mean it. You wouldn't even be able to pick me up. [He's completely confident about this.]

[mercwamouth]

Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis?

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[He groans.] I'm not just a weapon, you know. Only a Technician who can match my soul wavelength can wield me. Maka's the only one.

[mercwamouth]

Hey, for all you know, my soul's got perfect pitch.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, no.

[mercwamouth]

Pssh. Whatever. I'm too cool for you anyway.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

Sorry, but no one can out-cool me.

[mercwamouth]

Says you.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

Heh.