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3rd Soul

[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...

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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.]

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

[Just glares at Deadpool.]

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

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

[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?

Don't come anywhere near me.

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

Heh. Attitude. Very intimidating.

I like you, kid.

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

Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis?

Edited 2009-04-06 20:53 (UTC)

[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.

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

Yeah, no.

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

Sorry, but no one can out-cool me.

Says you.

Heh.

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