I remember when, I remember

[uncompromises]

WHO: Rorschach uncompromises AND YOU!!!!
WHERE: AROUND, getting a feel for the city… locating the criminal element again… that… kind of thing
WHEN: 9/18/11, late at night sometime
WARNINGS: Rorschach, possible violence towards NPCs later on );
SUMMARY: Someone has a lot of feelings about not being dead.
FORMAT: As you please... Ignore all this tl;dr at the

Comments

I hope this is alright...and that Rorschach likes other gingers...

[emperorshand]

She'd really just been meandering around the city. She did that often enough. She'd taken to wandering the city streets in nothing but her prowling leathers, and no weapons. She liked danger.

So in the crisp September (that was the month, if she remembered right) air, she was really just looking for a fight. Or maybe just someone to take down. Muggers, undesirable elements. Anything like that, actually.

Aha... Rorschach doesn't like any... one... lksdf BUT YES THIS IS PERFECT *^*

[uncompromises]

All hyperaware and tense like he was, he spotted her before too long. And he was immediately reminded of all those old photographs of the Minutemen, Silhouette in all her leather clad fetish wear. His mind recoiled at the thought, even if he was curious why anyone might dress like her so far from Halloween.

He watched her for a long moment, but just before he'd finally steeled himself to talk to such a woman as that, his attention was drawn by a sound. Something truly familiar, hitting him between the eyes like it always had. The sound of struggling, trying to scream around a hand or a bit of cloth. Mugging? Kidnapping?

Perhaps. Didn't matter, as he cast the odd woman one last glance and set off in the opposite direction.

Excellent!

[emperorshand]

She'd felt the curious zing of a presence behind her, but heard him just as much as she'd felt. It wasn't anything to worry herself about, and she'd been happy to ignore the guy, until there was the sound of trouble.

She was fast, and she followed the sound, before she noticed the other guy, the new one was moving in the same directly. Stang, she hadn't liked working with others here since her time with the Avengers. It wasn't anything to worry about, though. Her boots slammed against the pavement, and she lost herself in the run toward the noise, her eyes catching on the figure in the trench coat no more than a few yards away.

[uncompromises]

Something like surprise struck once he realized she was headed the same place he was. Perhaps it was more then a costume. An imitator? Another soul attempting to defy government mandate. Finally.

And then his eyes found the all too familiar shape of shadows clashing down an alleyway, and he paused only a slim moment to see if she would follow before vanishing around the corner, finding one of the attackers in the tangle, and joining the fight.

the criminal element, you say? BD

[themouthymerc]

Deadpool is the night.

Okay, that's a lie. Deadpool is nothing like the night, all dressed head to toe in garishly bright red and prattling cheerfully to a parking meter as though it's capable of engaging in conversation. Until he notices a man approaching from further down the street out of the corner of his eye, of course.

Is that-

Holy internet memes, Batman, it is! Deadpool lets out a little squeak and lunges behind the SUV sitting on the side of the street, only to peek over its hood a second later.

It's definitely the masked midget himself; the man that launched a thousand hurms. If Deadpool isn't careful, he might just pee himself.

Luckily for everyone involved, the voices in his head warn him to slow his roll before he scares off his new best friend forever, so Deadpool sliiides out and props an elbow against the parking meter and leans into it in the most casual of manners, giving Rorschach a totally cool, suave nod.

"What up, short stack?"

First impression: Nailed it!

lkadf yes. Perfect. B)

[uncompromises]

What the fuck...

Okay, so even if he hadn't seen this bozo talking to the parking meter before and written him off as One Of Those Types, watching him slide out from behind an SUV is... strange... at best... and only made stranger by his pretending like he hadn't been there before.

Very much against his better judgement, he pauses at the address, pulling his hands out of his pockets just in case he proved... dangerous... Also so he can punch him if he called him short again.

"Rorschach." A pause, and then a faint sniff. "Confused, if must know."

ahh i am such a slow tagger :C so much work sorry!!

[themouthymerc]

Deadpool grins; it's apparent behind the fabric of the mask by the way it quirks up suddenly at the corners of his mouth, which has only stopped moving long enough for him to get the expression out of the way.

"Rory! Gotcha. I'm Deadpool: totally a hero. I like the sound of that, don't you? I'd change all my business cards, but Merc with a Mouth is just so much catchier. Also, I don't have business cards."

He pauses, because he does occasionally have to breathe, and brushes imaginary dust off the front of his outfit while straightening away from the parking meter. "Well, we got all the time in the world, buddy! You, me, and the Universe de Temporal Displacement. Fire off those questions and I'll explain eeeeverything. Probably. I might just babble, but sometimes semi-useful information accidentally slips out when I do that!"

TIS OKAY. We can be slow together as I also have way too much work!

[uncompromises]

He gives him a long, careful look over, face shifting in curious whorls over his eyes. So... mercenary? But considers himself a hero. Talks. Overly friendly. Ridiculous costume.

Talks a lot. But possibly helpful. Fine.

"Deadpool." He finally nods in acknowledgement, and turns quite suddenly on his heels, starting down the street again, fully expecting the man to follow after. "Temporal displacement?"