Let it be said that there were no squires who were of the female persuasion in any of the books of Chivalry. Even those written by the Moors. So, Don Quixote could not be faulted for not noticing a woman come into the pub. He did, however, ask for more of the ale. Knights could drink it, after all, and he said that as well.
Don Quixote looked up, baffled. Hey noni-noni was often used in songs, but Hey there was not a greeting that the hildago was familiar with. He blinked owlishly at the ruddily dressed girl. "Greetings and fare thee well, maiden."
Not well served by being distracted, eh? We'll see about that! Deadpool was all distraction all the time!
He'd figured out pretty quickly that McClane was a yippie kay yay mother f*ckin liar. There weren't any batarangs in the forest that he could find. And he'd looked for a long time too! A few days actually...although he s tempted to keep looking. Okay, okay so he hadn't figured it out quickly. He just wanted to pretend he had.
It was the cop trying to keep him away from the job. To divert his attention with something shiny.
So John didn't think he could do this job, huh? Well... see if Wade ever invited him to any more dinner parties!
"If I had any." he commented to no one but himself as he stepped into the bar, clad to nines in weapons, his suit freshly dry cleaned because he wanted to look impressive.
If McClane didn't think he'd do it, he'd just have to prove he could! Ha!
What a spectacle that walked in! The Knight of the Sorry Face did stare. Surely this was a Moor, or a ... worse, an Italian. And he only had his sword!
Which he attempted to draw only to have the table once again prove a worthy foe and stop the progress of removing it from his sheath. Thud! One attempt. Thud! Another.
Derp, sorry for the typos, I tried to edit them but LJ was being a buttmr_beaarthurJanuary 2 2013, 21:37:35 UTC
Nope, no Moor or Italian. A Canadian!
Wade's head tilted at the display and then he smiled, helping himself to a seat across from him, not seeming to much care or perhaps realize the man meant to attack him, "Performance issues? That's a shame, huh?"
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She was here to meet a man she was asked to sort of keep an eye on. So there she was, quiver on her back, bow in hand, waking in and looking around.
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Don Quixote looked up, baffled. Hey noni-noni was often used in songs, but Hey there was not a greeting that the hildago was familiar with. He blinked owlishly at the ruddily dressed girl. "Greetings and fare thee well, maiden."
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He'd figured out pretty quickly that McClane was a yippie kay yay mother f*ckin liar. There weren't any batarangs in the forest that he could find. And he'd looked for a long time too! A few days actually...although he s tempted to keep looking. Okay, okay so he hadn't figured it out quickly. He just wanted to pretend he had.
It was the cop trying to keep him away from the job. To divert his attention with something shiny.
So John didn't think he could do this job, huh? Well... see if Wade ever invited him to any more dinner parties!
"If I had any." he commented to no one but himself as he stepped into the bar, clad to nines in weapons, his suit freshly dry cleaned because he wanted to look impressive.
If McClane didn't think he'd do it, he'd just have to prove he could! Ha!
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Which he attempted to draw only to have the table once again prove a worthy foe and stop the progress of removing it from his sheath. Thud! One attempt. Thud! Another.
Oh, bother.
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Wade's head tilted at the display and then he smiled, helping himself to a seat across from him, not seeming to much care or perhaps realize the man meant to attack him, "Performance issues? That's a shame, huh?"
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Don Quixote narrowed his eyes at the man now seated across from him. "And what is it you are called?"
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