[Edward's got to admit, after being locked up in his basement since Sunday, it's nice to finally get some fresh air and sunshine. Though the lovely banner adorning the nearby shack is more than a little unnerving. Port West? It doesn't take a genius to realize that Mayfield's up to something. Question is, what?
For now, Edward decides to do a bit of investigation. Find some answers. And who knows? Maybe he'll be able to relax without Susan or Slugger breathing down his neck.
Those of you wandering the island are likely going to find Edward arguing with the drone just outside the private cabana.]
What do you mean, "VIP-exclusive?!" Do you know who I am?!
Were you expecting anything different? This is Mayfield's doing. To think that you could actually enjoy yourself is laughable.
[I mean really. Really, Eddie.]
But at least it's warm here, and we're no longer expected to murder each other. So I suggest you stop making a fuss and enjoy what you have, before they take it away again.
I would assume whoever is in charge of governing Mayfield's other outlying environments. Someone untouchable in our situation, at any rate. Why? Thinking of mounting a resistance? Or merely going to complain?
Really? Mistakes happen sometimes. [He looks down at the list the drone has quietly. Hmm...] It seems only two names are on this list. Myself and another young lady, who I happen to know. However, I feel we can make a correction to this very quickly. You will simply need to indulge me with a certain piece of information, if you would be willing to take up the offer.
Comparing the...I would say 'scores', but that seems rather demeaning to your intelligence, so I will come out and say kills, that our targets went through we figured out a common pattern. The two of us, the second being the young lady with me, killed at least five people. So, this can easily be fixed if you tell me how many of your targets died. Whether by your own hand or not.
[...what on earth. Maybe the Merc With a Mouth isn't wearing all of his signature costume, and Eddie's never seen his mask before which looks oh-so-very-similar to that of Deathstroke, but he hasn't forgotten that voice.
That's the kind of voice that no amount of blunt head trauma can make you forget.]
[WHO IS DEATHSTROKE EVEN WITH ALL OF OUR FOURTH-WALLING POWERS WE HAVE NEVER HEARD OF SUCH A CHARACTER CLEARLY YOU ARE JUST MAKING HIM UP IN YOUR MIND YOU SHOULD PROBABLY GET THOSE HALLUCINATIONS CHECKED OUT]
You broke into my house about a month ago, raided my fridge, and spent the afternoon watching television. I almost hired you for a job, but you insulted my suit and turned me down. Then you watched Rin Tin Tin for another three hours.
...oh yeah, now I remember! You were the one with the really, really, really ugly suit! And I mean like really ugly. And trust me, I know ugly. I think my eyes were burnin', and I've seen some pretty terrible things in my lifetime! N-no...no more old people havin' sex...when will it end?
For now, Edward decides to do a bit of investigation. Find some answers. And who knows? Maybe he'll be able to relax without Susan or Slugger breathing down his neck.
Those of you wandering the island are likely going to find Edward arguing with the drone just outside the private cabana.]
What do you mean, "VIP-exclusive?!" Do you know who I am?!
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I doubt he does. I don't, really, and you're my neighbor.
[So there, Edward. You're not famous enough for this beach.]
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Some paradise.
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[I mean really. Really, Eddie.]
But at least it's warm here, and we're no longer expected to murder each other. So I suggest you stop making a fuss and enjoy what you have, before they take it away again.
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> Enjoy what you have
> Implying Batman villains are this easily swayed to deal with it
Still... He's outside for once. Not being heavily guarded or scrutinized by a tiny little demon with a wooden bat.]
I suppose you're right, Wulfenbach. This will have to do. For now. Question. Do we know just who's in charge of this little resort?
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Is there something wrong, good sir?
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This drone clearly fails to recognize when he's in the presence of a true VIP.
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[Oh, it's like this, is it? Edward's used to this sort of routine back at the Iceberg Lounge. Crossing his arms.]
What sort of information?
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Yeah! I killed plenty of people, I should be able to get a massage from one of the beach boys!
...beach girls. I mean beach girls. Because I love boobs. Nothin' but boobs, that's me!
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That's the kind of voice that no amount of blunt head trauma can make you forget.]
...right.
Deadpool, wasn't it?
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Yup! That's me!
...who are you again?
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You broke into my house about a month ago, raided my fridge, and spent the afternoon watching television. I almost hired you for a job, but you insulted my suit and turned me down. Then you watched Rin Tin Tin for another three hours.
Then you stayed for dinner.
[Without an invitation.]
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