4/27 - Deadpool and Dru flavored video;
[ The feed snaps on, displaying Drusilla’s wide eyes and gleeful grin - childlike, but there’s that hint of predator always lurking underneath. There’s a bit of red smeared at the corner of her lips, but hey, that could be ketchup for all you know. Maybe she had an issue with lipstick this morning. Whatever. Behind her you might be able to hear some ruckus - movement, things being knocked over, maybe even some shouting, but for the moment it’s not too coherent. She’s gazing into the screen, like looking at all the little people inside it with wonder. Her head tilts, speaking to someone behind her. ]
Look, love. I can see all the little people in the audience, settled in for a show.
[Deadpool has been doing his thing, slicing up his targets, but when Drusilla calls, he goes over to her. He might look nice now, but he’s still got the same old face-covering costume. He’s got an image to maintain, after all. He’s also got two vibroblades that are dripping with blood. He looks down into the camera.]
Hey, Dru, I don’t usually do this for a large audience. Especially when none of them paid admission.
[ Dru send him a pouty face, put out, and drops her head to his shoulder when he comes over, looking all ‘but whhyyyy’ and innocent. ]
Tut tut, dear, you mustn’t hide talents as lovely as yours. Besides, it’s a celebration - you being all new and all. They’ll feel left out if they’re not invited to the party.
[Deadpool thinks about it for a moment, then shrugs.]
Guess it’s kind of like free advertising.
[He puts an arm around Drusilla’s waist and beams at the camera.] Hey guys! It’s Deadpool! Your resident Merc-with-a-Mouth! Need anything killed, maimed, or just poked repeatedly with a spoon? I’m your guy! Give me a call at 1-800-DEADPOO. I’m not trying to be gross this time, really! Deadpool’s just got too many letters!
[ Dru giggles, patting a hand on his chest and beaming at the camera with him. ]
There’s the spirit, love.
[ And then... a quiet groaning... something like a whimper floats up from behind them and Dru glances back. ]
The Missus seems to not be enjoying the party. Tsk, pet. No one likes a sourpuss.
[ With a sway in her step, she moves away from Deadpool and saunters over. The video may pick up some incoherent mumbles - sobbing, pleading - before Dru lifts her foot up, presumably placing it on the woman’s neck ]
Shhh, love, shhh. It’s nap time for all good boys and girls.
[ One sickening crack later and the mumbling stops. ]
[Deadpool isn’t paying attention. He’s too busy thinking about his last statement.]
Then again, datapads don’t actually have phone numbers. So who exactly was I paying when I got that registered? And what does it lead to?
[Finally he notices what Dru did, and he tilts his head curiously.]
Wonder if I can add her to the bill. Technically, she wasn’t one of the people I was supposed to off, but... hey. Collateral damage. Always fun.
[ She all but skips back over, looking pleased and punch and grips on to his arm like he’s totally supposed to be escorting her through all the murderating and funtimes. ]
Call it a complimentary service. Like the little mints on the pillows.
[He obliges her, taking her arm as they walk through the carnage towards the front gate.]
Say, there’s an idea! I could leave mints at murder scenes! Might freshen the place up.
[ She daintily hop-steps over poor, deceased NPC#8, not paying any more heed to him, more focused on this whole mint issue. ]
Oh, yes, and the little thank-you cards. They’re very classy, you know. Thoughtful.
[He shakes his head.] Nah, that’s too fancy for me. I’ll stick with good old-fashioned carving my first initial into the wall. Possibly with fire. [He glances over at the camera, tilting his head,] That thing still recording?
[ Dru glances to the datapad with him, a curious look, like she’d forgotten it was there. ]
Ah, seems the preview’s gone on longer than I meant, pet. Naughty children, peeking past where they’re supposed to. Tata, now.
[ And the feed clicks abruptly off. ]
Look, love. I can see all the little people in the audience, settled in for a show.
[Deadpool has been doing his thing, slicing up his targets, but when Drusilla calls, he goes over to her. He might look nice now, but he’s still got the same old face-covering costume. He’s got an image to maintain, after all. He’s also got two vibroblades that are dripping with blood. He looks down into the camera.]
Hey, Dru, I don’t usually do this for a large audience. Especially when none of them paid admission.
[ Dru send him a pouty face, put out, and drops her head to his shoulder when he comes over, looking all ‘but whhyyyy’ and innocent. ]
Tut tut, dear, you mustn’t hide talents as lovely as yours. Besides, it’s a celebration - you being all new and all. They’ll feel left out if they’re not invited to the party.
[Deadpool thinks about it for a moment, then shrugs.]
Guess it’s kind of like free advertising.
[He puts an arm around Drusilla’s waist and beams at the camera.] Hey guys! It’s Deadpool! Your resident Merc-with-a-Mouth! Need anything killed, maimed, or just poked repeatedly with a spoon? I’m your guy! Give me a call at 1-800-DEADPOO. I’m not trying to be gross this time, really! Deadpool’s just got too many letters!
[ Dru giggles, patting a hand on his chest and beaming at the camera with him. ]
There’s the spirit, love.
[ And then... a quiet groaning... something like a whimper floats up from behind them and Dru glances back. ]
The Missus seems to not be enjoying the party. Tsk, pet. No one likes a sourpuss.
[ With a sway in her step, she moves away from Deadpool and saunters over. The video may pick up some incoherent mumbles - sobbing, pleading - before Dru lifts her foot up, presumably placing it on the woman’s neck ]
Shhh, love, shhh. It’s nap time for all good boys and girls.
[ One sickening crack later and the mumbling stops. ]
[Deadpool isn’t paying attention. He’s too busy thinking about his last statement.]
Then again, datapads don’t actually have phone numbers. So who exactly was I paying when I got that registered? And what does it lead to?
[Finally he notices what Dru did, and he tilts his head curiously.]
Wonder if I can add her to the bill. Technically, she wasn’t one of the people I was supposed to off, but... hey. Collateral damage. Always fun.
[ She all but skips back over, looking pleased and punch and grips on to his arm like he’s totally supposed to be escorting her through all the murderating and funtimes. ]
Call it a complimentary service. Like the little mints on the pillows.
[He obliges her, taking her arm as they walk through the carnage towards the front gate.]
Say, there’s an idea! I could leave mints at murder scenes! Might freshen the place up.
[ She daintily hop-steps over poor, deceased NPC#8, not paying any more heed to him, more focused on this whole mint issue. ]
Oh, yes, and the little thank-you cards. They’re very classy, you know. Thoughtful.
[He shakes his head.] Nah, that’s too fancy for me. I’ll stick with good old-fashioned carving my first initial into the wall. Possibly with fire. [He glances over at the camera, tilting his head,] That thing still recording?
[ Dru glances to the datapad with him, a curious look, like she’d forgotten it was there. ]
Ah, seems the preview’s gone on longer than I meant, pet. Naughty children, peeking past where they’re supposed to. Tata, now.
[ And the feed clicks abruptly off. ]