The sixth floor has ALL the fun...

[mercwithamouthx]

Who: Jan and Deadpool
What: Fight, what else?
When: Sometime after DP's new first post.
Where: Sixth floor
Rating: R, because really...

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[eatinurdudez]

Jan was giggling at the people in his journal, particularly that happy fellow that everyone and their mother was either trying to get slaughter happy again, when the undeniable sound of something appearing, just appearing, in his room hit. And then came a rather dry insult, and suddenly the journal was tossed to one side and he rolled to the other, just barely avoiding becoming Swiss.

"OH fuck, it's ON BITCH! Jan yelled at the top of his lungs as his hands shot to his back, and reappeared with two fully loaded and damned intimidating P90s. "EAT SHIT AND DIE YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" And for the Valentine, witty did not really matter. Not as much as killing and eating.

And so, he began to return fire upon the costumed idiot in his room, dimly aware that the rest of floor six was sure to respond poorly when this was over.

[mercwithamouthx]

Deadpool whistled at the sight of the guns. "Impressive. Oh, but we wouldn't be trying to make up for something else now would we?" the merc with a mouth quipped with a wry grin and an odd giggle.

The "hero" didn't so much as try and dodge the on-coming barrage of bullets as just stood in the way while he dropped his weapons and pulled out something with a little more... bang. "Owie, owie, owie," he practically sung to himself as the bullets tore through his suit.

Finally he dodged to the side, performing a lovely little somersault while pulling the pins off four grenades with his teeth and then tossing them Jan's way with a flick of the wrist, still amid air. He landed on his toes nimbly and ducked into a low crouch with one hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Oh. Did I fail to mention my little HEALING FACTOR? Or my awesome ACROBATICS? Or that I always carry HEAVY ARTILLERY? Good luck with those--" BOOM. "--grenades."

YOU SAW NOTHING!

[eatinurdudez]

You don't get as crazy as Jan without good reason. And a rather disturbing fearlessness in the face of things that go boom just happened to be one of them. He was already dashing towards the grenades as they flew his way. And if that wasn't enough of an alarm for any sane individual, the fact that he was smiling like a three year old who just got his chance to sit on Santa's lap should.

"Those all fuckin fancy and shit, but they don't matter a sloppy shit right now, BITCH!" He timed his latest insult at just the right moment. He leapt just in time to catch the wave from the massive explosion behind him, catapulting himself at the Hero at breakneck speeds, and from near point blank range.

He would need to be the bastard love child of Houdini and Jesus and blessed with the power of Satan to avoid the Valentine Torpedo.

[mercwithamouthx]

Deadpool was neither blessed, nor a lovechild of the two previously mentioned--he was, however, cursed. "Figures." The "Valentine Torpedo" hit the merc dead-on. Deadpool went flying backwards into the wall from the force of the hit. He briefly wondered if it would hold or not.

Good thing it was the door behind him, because he had no such luck. The two burst through out to the other side, splintered wood flying everywhere.

Unfortunately for Deadpool his curse was with life. No sweet Death whose lips to kiss. Oh, well. Try again another day.

After a moment the merc stood back up and swiped away wooden pieces from his suit. "Right. Now if you'll ex-queeeeze me--I have to pull a few stake-sized splinters from my precious buttocks now!"