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[mouthiness]

[BACKDATED to this afternoon. Somewhere in Paris, Deadpool is sitting on bench, a cell phone pressed to his ear with a bored look on his face. And... Good god is he wearing a suit? He is! A business suit and a tie and everything topped off with a snazzy hat because his masks didn't make the transfer over. Today he's looking a bit run down though

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[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov happens to be walking behind that bench. School's out now, so that gives her free reign to do nothing, instead of a stupid fake job. She still doesn't have any catsuits, though, so that's a minus for fake magic Paris.

Anyway, she catches that phone and immediately begins to dig through it, as she moves to stand behind a man who is obviously from Paradisa, as he's talking about journals.]

Mexican is rare in France. You might be able to find tapas, but that is likely as close as you will get without a huge amount of digging through tiny side streets.

[Reading your text messages now~]

[mouthiness]

[There's not much on there. Mostly what looks like dates and times for appointments and his Contact list is... Well, you can say it's in code but really it's just Deadpool mocking people he doesn't like. He tilts his head back on the bench so he can get a better view of her. Because turning around is for losers]

I don't want to dig anywhere in this country. Except maybe a grave but that's not on the agenda.

[mc_blackheart]

[She's just being nosy, really. But this is quite the boring phone, really, so she drops it back in his lap as she leans over the back of the bench. Don't throw stuff, buddy!]

Aw, you sound bitter. Bad relationship with a French girl?

[mouthiness]

More like a French guy threw a buddy of mine out of a window. And there was this cult once. And they have bad food. And they smell. I don't want to talk about it.
[Even though he just did...]

They have good bread though, I'll give them that.

[mc_blackheart]

Oh, come now. Throwing people out of windows is not so bad. I threw a man out of a window once, and now we are engaged! Married, in fake Paris, actually. And the food is hardly so bad. Manna from heaven, compared to English food. Besides, are McDonald's and other things here.

Besides, what good is being so pouty? Take advantage of the fact that this is all fake and will disappear soon. Blow something up! Like the Arc de Triomphe. I have always thought that thing was sinfully ugly.

[mouthiness]

Well my buddy was in a wheelchair. And he was my buddy.
[This face is the saddest face]

I can't! That's my loss. I can't blow anything up anymore.

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov is instantly sympathetic!] Oh, that is a terrible loss! Probably the worst I have ever heard of. You cannot even detonate C-4?

[mouthiness]

[Actually turns so he can get a good look at her. Also he was getting a crick in his neck]

Nothing. The closest I can get is a molotov.
[Lol irony]

I guess it's because they're more of a 'foosh' than a 'boom'

[mc_blackheart]

[Molotov actually looks sad for Wade. Seriously, not being able to blow things up is one of the worst losses she can imagine. Second only to not being able to fire a gun.]

Are you just unable to create the bombs? Or is it that they will not detonate for you?

[mouthiness]

I can't do anything. I found out when I was fighting a robot T-Rex. I was throwing grenades but not a single one of them worked. You don't get that many duds.

[mc_blackheart]

Have you tried having a proxy detonate them?

[mouthiness]

If you mean remote detonation then yeah, I tried. No go.

[mc_blackheart]

Nyet nyet, I mean have someone else unwittingly detonate in your place.

[mouthiness]

Now that... I haven't tried. Huh. Why didn't I think of that?

[mc_blackheart]

Because you are not as smart as I am. It is okay, most are not.

[mouthiness]

[Tilts his head, thinking for a second... Then he shrugs. He knows he's not really the sharpest knife in the drawer.]

Yeah, I guess we can go with that.