Welcome To The Revolution

Quentin Quire | Kid Omega | 17 | Prisoner

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“I’ve got a whole list of things I’ve been wondering about. Legs? I mean–” He hopped in front. His thought was interrupted but Professor Lehnsherr’s lock down announcement. Fuck, Quentin knew he just lost his connection with deadpool. Now they were really going to be in trouble. Well, if we are already going to be in trouble… He grabbed her shoulders and stopped her in place. “We should go check that out, Jubilee.”

Jubilee’s grin slowly melts off her face at the announcement, and she lets Quentin bring her to a stop. Her heart is speeding up, her hand finding her scar through her shirt as she stares at the double doors at the end of the hall. Well only some of it was a scar, the middle is where it hurt the most. Where it still hadn’t healed all the way. Could it be…? She looks to Quentin, and nods without betraying her emotions. “Why should we be in the dark?” she says with a grin, starting off without him.

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Quentin followed quickly. "Man, you should have seen the lockdown I caused at my last school. I nearly had the flatsc--" he began, but the story was just off the the announcement. Quentin frowned. "See this isn't as cool." He was getting really sick of these Apocalypse fanboys. Although last time around he was out of commission, maybe this was a good thing. Round Two of kids versus kooks. Quentin looked at Jubilee. Now she'd really been knocked out last time. "Still up for it?" He said, offering her an out if she wanted it. "Though I must say, I've always found revenge to be the best medicine."

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Julian’s heart was racing. He’d managed to get out of math but just barely. And now his eyes were searching every corner around him for Jubilee as he moved through the halls. ASL, she had ASL.With Deadpool. That was a comfort at leas. Who else was in that? the Rasputins, another comfort. Rahne Sinclair, good. Molly Hayes, alright not bad. Quentin Qui- And then he saw purple hair. Speak of the devil. He darted forward, his hand coming to grab the boy’s elbow. “Quentin. Have you seen Julibee? Is she okay?”

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Quentin looked at Julian confused and turned to look behind it and then back to Julian. "She was just with me. I'm actually not sure where she went. She was just here..." He looked around again, as if he was checking to see if he'd missed her. When he was sure she wasn't just hiding behind him, he gave a shrug. "It looks like we're looking for the same thing. Run in to any crazy people?"

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“Is this the thanks I get for breaking you out of detention? Well, never again kid you’ve burned that bridge.” Deadpool flipped his non-existent hair and glanced over at Molly because if he didn’t he would jump over a desk and punch someone else in the face. “I ain’t cutting off my arm for your entertainment, kid.”

Quentin was no illusionist, which on many occasions he’d really considered to be a real shame. While he’d never been able to create some horrifying creature (or, like in lessons like this, himself) he could do as he pleased in his own head. For now he’d pulled deadpool into his own inner world. The hard part here was getting it too look enough like the outer world for people not to notice they’ve moved. That included populating it, which he still had yet to figure out how to do. For now he just sat dummies at each desk and hoped the teacher wouldn’t look their way. If he was loud enough, maybe he wouldn’t. And he was about to if he kept looking over at that molly doll. Maybe he should make it sign something, then he doesn’t even need to think about how her voice should sound.

Of course, none of that mattered when the announcement made Quentin loose focus. Everything behind him went pink. “You know I’ve very appreciative of that break out and I highly recommend you doing that again.” He said. Well, the jig is up. May as well let the man get back to his life. Deadpool vanished from the pink mindscape, presumably back to a Quentin and Jubilee-less ASL class.

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Jubilee nods as if it’s the most important thought she’s had in her life, “Bottom right drawer, I’m tellin you.” No hesitation, she grabs his hand while gripping her bag in the other. As they weave through the desks towards the door, she shakes her head. “Quentin Quire, the conqueror of Mondays.” She falls back just enough to kick his ass on his way out the door, tiny feet working double time to catch up to him as he stumbles out into the hallway. “What else do you think he’s hiding in there?”

“I’ve got a whole list of things I’ve been wondering about. Legs? I mean--” He hopped in front. His thought was interrupted but Professor Lehnsherr’s lock down announcement. Fuck, Quentin knew he just lost his connection with deadpool. Now they were really going to be in trouble. Well, if we are already going to be in trouble... He grabbed her shoulders and stopped her in place. “We should go check that out, Jubilee.”

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cxptdeadpool:

Wade looked at the floor solemnly, then slowly raised his head to stare off into the distance. Professor X told him to leave the weapons upstairs or he’d face some kind of consequences. Now he wasn’t exactly afraid of the professor, but he didn’t want to find out what exile from the only family he felt close to would be like.

So what if Wade was a sap? He turned back to the class and stared right at Quentin before signing ’Fuck off’ three times, but he’s not sure whether or not he ever taught the class what it meant. “You all know Mondays are spent recalling my weekends! Was watching me explain losing an arm not enough? Are you not entertained?!“ Wade continued signing, but the last sentence was yelled in a deep, menacing voice.

Quentin smirked. It seems he’d pushed deadpool just a little two far. Perfect. He quickly stood up on his chair with one foot on his desk, almost as if he was ready to challenge the teacher. Quentin didn’t need to know what he was signing to know what he was saying. “You know I’m more of a visual learner. I say cut off your arm!”

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That sounded promising. Jubilee perks back up, “I bet we could find out all the dirt on Mr. Deadpool here.” Then she suddenly squints, looking too pleased at her next thought. “We could probably find the Professor’s porn. He must get lonely in that office all day.”

Quentin’s eyes lit up at the thought. “You really think he keeps it in his office?” It would be like Christmas morning if that were true. He stood up, slung his bag over his shoulder, and offered a hand to Jubilee. “Lets go read those files. I’ll make him think we are still here for another five minutes to give us a head start.”

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Jubilee looked over at Deadpool, still trying to make everyone else listen. And then to Rahne, his teaching assistant, with her nose buried in a large stack of papers he undoubtedly made her grade. “They probably wouldn’t even notice,” she thinks back, grinning at him and laying her cheek on her desk before using her pointer and middle finger to simulate legs walking across it. “But you’ve gotta promise me more than coffee here, Quire.”

“Well you know Professor X is busy with the munchkins right now,” His thought continued, using the letter ‘R’ instead of ‘X’ by accident with his figures. “We could totally get into his office.”

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Jubilee points to Quentin ask he speaks about Ms. Marie and her froggy boyfriend. “Yeah, yep. See, we’re good students. We care.” Her feigned compassionate expression looks a lot like she’s constipated. Turning to Quentin as he questions her, she vaguely moves her hands in odd shapes at him before looking at another student to say, “Sorry we’re having a private conversation. As I was saying, Quentin…” She continued to make nonsensical signs, slipping in the middle finger and mimicking a blowjob somewhere in there. 

Quentin laughed, signing “I agree!” over and over again while thinking to her, “You know we could probably leave and they would thank us. We even have enough time to get coffee before next period.”

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cxptdeadpool:

Wade stood in front of the class frantically signing everything he was saying. He wasn’t showing them how to do anything because he’d already given them the handouts with the alphabet pictures. What more did they want on the first day? Wade had a lot of language skill, but he really had zero patience or interest in teaching anything other than combat. Professor X talked him into teaching languages courses when he first arrived, but Wade knew eventually one of them would give in. Did they really need to learn ASL when some of them could read minds? Whatever.

“Then on Friday, this lady was crying about her cat stuck in a tree. I dislike cats, but I rescued it for her only to have it claw my fucking eyes. Honestly kids, get better materials for your mask.” Wade dodged another paper ball from Jubilee and picked up a stapler on the desk ready to chuck it at her face, however he realized that was against the rules and slammed it back down on the desk.

“Am I boring you?” he yelled while signing ‘I will kill you’ instead of what he asked.

“Hey teach!” Quentin shouted from the back. He was pretty sure this dude wanted to be there just about as much as he did. “Class is almost over and I haven’t seen you shoot one gun. What gives?” He said and that continued in in grammerless, wordless, only spelled out ASL. “M-a-k-e s-o-m-e n-o-i-s-e.”

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Jubilee was pretty sure Deadpool wasn’t even droning on about sign language, she’s pretty sure he mentioned like four or five different Mexican dishes already. She almost hisses at Quentin when he takes it, out of reflex, but she’s pleased when he hands it back. Tipping her head back just a bit, she let out an obnoxious laugh. “That’s good,” she said between chuckles, “That’s a good one. Hey Wayne Willard, look.” She holds up the paper as she shouts, grinning over at Quentin. “We made you a card to give to Ms. Marie.” 

“It’s the perfect way to confess your lust while also convincing Frenchie to finally give you that uppercut you’ve been asking for. Two birds, one stone.” He said before registering what Deadpool had been talking about. “Wait, Jubes, do deaf Mexicans use ASL, or do they like have their own sign? Was there an intro to this enchiladas discussion that made sense or at least was mostly hands?”

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Mr. Deadpool’s voice was always annoying, but Jubilee didn’t understand how he can manage to be this annoying first thing on a Monday morning. She stared at him as she angry doodled, cheek resting in one hand while she kept her dead eyes trained on the masked teacher. Squiggles around his and Ms. Marie’s faces, smoke or electricity she’s not sure but it obviously signified Ms. Marie sucking the life out of him. 

She looks to the person beside her suddenly, her braids bouncing as she leans back in her chair like a machine that randomly turned on. Holding up the paper, she doesn’t bother talking quietly. It’s not like Deadpool heard anyone else over himself. “I feel like this is missing something, what ya think?” She looks around the paper to stare at the drawing, eyes squinting in contemplation. 

Quentin’d really thought this class would have more chaos when Jubilee had convinced him to sign up for it. But here he was, almost 9 am, and absolutely nothing but Mr. Deadpool’s boring lecture. If he’d known this is what it was going to be like he would have tried and talked the professor into letting him have a free period. Why couldn’t he just be in bed right now? Apparently Jubilee felt the same way. Quentin leaned over and inspected Jubilee’s doodle. “Give it here.” He took the piece and folded it in such a way to give the appearance of Ms. Marie sucking life elsewhere. “How’s that?” He said, tossing it back to her.

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MWF/TuTh

Block One – BASIC ASL / ANTHROPOLOGY

Block Two – MUTANT HISTORY / BIOLOGY II

Block Three – BEGIN SWIM / BATTLE STUDIES

Block Four – LUNCH / DRAWING

Block Five – WORLD HISTORY / LUNCH

Block Six – BATTLE TATICS / STATISTICS

Block Seven – GENETICS / SELF DEFENSE II

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“I’m always in.” Quentin said skipping ahead of her to walk backwards while he talked. “The real question is are these stollen beers coming after or before the arcade?”

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“Yeah, well, I’m telepath too and I’m pretty good and making teachers think they saw me in class. Just so long as there aren’t any contradicting stories.” He raised his eyebrow at her. 

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Oh, how she impressed. It was hard not to be impressed watching a girl smash bathroom tiles with a hammer. Well, Quentin could impress too. He took a breath in and grabbed the hammer with his mind. He raised it all the way to the ceiling, positioning so that when he let it fall the SLAM! hit the pink spot perfectly.

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He looked at her skeptically. “Fine. Just… okay, fine. just come in.” He opened the door just enough for her to come in.

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“I don’t.” He said almost defensively. “I, oh, I don’t know. I guess I just don’t like messes. At least I don’t like the non-beneficial kind.”