Well I don't know where they come from

[ebony_mask]

WHO: Black Mask and Deadpool
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Tuesday 27 December at 3pm
WARNINGS: probably nothing beyond language?
SUMMARY: Maskie hires Deadpool to annoy Catman
FORMAT: action spam because i'm lazy

Comments

[themouthymerc]

[Roman better be grateful for the fact that Deadpool owns an image inducer, otherwise his options would have been garish mask or considerably more garish face.

As it stands, however, perhaps the image inducer isn't much of a blessing, because it allows Deadpool to come hobbling up to the bench in the perfect guise of a hunched over old woman. You know the sort; there are comically large curlers wrapped up in his blue hair, and he's wearing a horrific paisley muumuu with fuzzy pink house slippers... literally for no real reason, other than that it popped into his fool head and he went with it. Isn't Roman glad he's doing business with this ridiculous idiot?

OF COURSE HE IS! Wade unceremoneously whacks Sionis on the shins with a knobbly brown cane as soon he's close enough, before flopping his saggy old ass down onto the seat next to his favorite new employer.] Sit up, sonny, your posture is terrible! And that trenchcoat makes you look gay. I can't believe I'm going to take all your money.

[ebony_mask]

Ow! Who the hell are you--

[Roman cuts himself off at the sight--no--the monstrosity that is seated beside him. His eyes widen in surprise as he unconsciously clenches his gloved fingers around the paper coffee cup and then he comprehends the words that are being said.

This is his newest employee.

He clenches his jaw, his eyes quickly scanning the vicinity for anyone watching. Fortunately, no one seems to be paying any attention.

After a moment of looking at Deadpool with an unblinking, annoyed stare, he speaks, his voice coming out in flat, disbelieving tone.]

...blue hair?

[themouthymerc]

[Grannypool sniffs haughtily, resting both his hands on top of the cane and looking slowly about them like he might pull out a baggy of breadcrumbs and start feeding the freaking pigeons if he isn't stopped.]

Nothing you say can hurt me young man, I know I look good.

[Then he glances sideways at Roman, eyes a tad sharper than they really should be, for a matronly woman of his age.]

Nice face.

See? I'm polite.

[ebony_mask]

I was under the impression I'd be dealing with a professional.

[He glares at Deadpool for a moment longer before returning to people watching, trying very hard to keep the expression on his fleshy, fake face neutral. The only thing that keeps him from getting up and walking away from the deal is the thought that if he is this quickly annoyed by someone not even trying, the success rate re: Catman is, therefore, quite high.]

Don't make me regret hiring you.