Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S5 - 8. [Lock and Load]

The spare room he'd taken over was one of his sanctuaries. Katsuki now stood amidst a clutter of weapons, tools, and fabrics, his eyes fixed on the gleaming expanse of his suit laid out on the table in front of him.

Each component of the suit was a marvel of engineering, designed to provide maximum protection without sacrificing agility. He reached out, fingers tracing the reinforced kevlar weave that lined the torso, its flexible panels promising mobility while deflecting blows.

Keiko really had a brilliant mind, adjusting his original suit to fit better and provide better protection.

Slipping into the suit was a ritual that always made his mind go floaty. He started with the legs, pulling them up with deliberate care, the fabric whispering softly against his skin.

Next came the straps; Katsuki slid the material over his shoulders and across to his collarbone, easing his arms into the leather straps. 

Clicking the backing into place with a satisfying snap as he moved on to secure the clips on his nape, he relished the safety the snug suit provided.

His gloves were a work of art, a blend of lightweight polymer and kevlar that encased his hands in a tight grip. It allowed him both protection, and a much needed ability to feel surfaces.

Not to mention that Keiko had somehow managed to make the fingertips work with screens. Touchscreen-compatible or whatever the word was.

Katsuki flexed his fingers, adjusting the gloves to fit his hands to perfection.

The boots were his foundation, a combination of durability and agility designed to handle any terrain. He crouched to lace them up, additionally ensuring each buckle was fastened securely before he stood and tested the feeling.

The mask was the final touch, an extension of his identity as Deadpool. It was a dual-layered composite, offering both ballistic protection and anonymity with its complete encasement. Katsuki adjusted it meticulously, ensuring it fit snugly over his face without impairing his vision or comfort.

As he stood before the mirror, fully clad in the suit, he grinned. The suit was more than just armor; it was a symbol of his safety, a shield against the dangers that awaited him, both internally and externally.

Next came the weapons.

Katsuki clipped on his belt, holstering his favorite glock. Knives were sheathed in various places across his body, easily accessible yet securely held.

Pulling the straps tight and clipping the clasps of his scabbard on his back. He slid his twin swords into place with the ease only a practiced, repetitive motion could give.

He stuffed extra magazines into his other 'pockets', allowing them to line his thighs on his utility belt.

As he returned to the mirror, the reflection staring back was that of Deadpool, the merciless, justice-giving mercenary. His eyes narrowed, jaw set in determination as he mentally rehearsed the plan one last time.

Tonight's battle would be tough, perhaps the toughest yet, but Katsuki was prepared. He had trained, he had planned, and now, he was armed to face whatever challenges awaited him.

Literally.

For his final act of preparation, Katsuki left the room and set a duffle bag on the living room table. Teskai helped him fill it with every weapon he could think of.

Shotguns, rifles, knives, handguns, swords, magazines, pistols. Anything and everything.

With a final adjustment of his mask and a last glance at the bag, Katsuki nodded to himself.

Justice awaited.

"I'd come with you" He heard Teskai say. "But I really don't want to"

Katsuki snorted, waving a hand in dismissal. "You're better off behind a screen anyways"

He was ready.

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