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Deadpool's debut

Oct 04, 2008 06:16

Blow the fanfares, the KING has arrived.

And no, I don't mean elvis.

Read about Deadpool's amazing arrival on the island and his amazing amazingness that follows.

( Rare swearing, 'cept from Reese who cusses like a trucker PG-12 )

jonas, wade wilson, debut, t-1000, sean cassidy, dr. elizabeth weir, atia, dani reese

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bitchofthejulii October 4 2008, 13:31:13 UTC

Atia disliked the rain. She disliked being trapped in her villa, or worse, the compound. If it continued, she swore that she would begin to grow mould. She found herself bored, and trapped.

Even still there was little excuse for the man in the strange outfit to start babbling outside of her home, rousing her from her slumber. Nor was there an excuse for shouting. "Be quiet," she called out from the covered veranda, "have you no respect for those of us who live here? Uncouth, mannerless creatures."

ninja_spatula October 4 2008, 14:14:46 UTC

Myself turned toward the sound of the woman's voice, and stood in somewhat shock to see an abode there. He could've sworn there wasn't anything there a second ago.. In fact, Deadpool was entirely sure he'd looked at his entire surroundings, and there wasn't a darn thing anywhere near him besides trees ( ... )

bitchofthejulii October 4 2008, 22:51:26 UTC

"Madmen and idiots in this place, I swear," she muttered, not caring if he heard. The outfit he wore was strange, the mask even stranger. His words, those made nearly no sense at all.

"I care not for whatever it is you're hawking, take yourself away and let me rest."

ninja_spatula October 5 2008, 12:20:20 UTC

Myself, and even I too, wasn't too surprised to hear her dislike of our quips, and found it somewhat... Refreshing. Even when teleported into the Iliad, what one calls normal 'sanity' still reigns. We all know I'm the one that's sane though ( ... )

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atlantismother October 4 2008, 13:43:35 UTC

It was raining again today, off and on throughout the morning. She was soaked, as per usual, but she had been in worse downpours. She would manage just fine. Once the sun went down, she would keep warm in the Compound. Currently, she was making her way back toward New Atlantis.

She was only halfway there, when she heard the scream. She didn't have any weapons on her, nor any backup handy, but running toward the sound it was an ingrained habit she wasn't about to break.

Instead of a scene of an accident or attack, all she found was a very strangely dressed man.

"Are you...alright?" She glanced around the area once more, looking for what might have caused the outburst. "I heard a shout."

ninja_spatula October 4 2008, 14:20:08 UTC

Myself turned toward his company, they had arrived sooner then he had expected.

Deadpool smiled faintly and commented at the new arrival's appearance, more then loud enough for her to likely hear, although women these days rarely understand true brilliance, "Ah, the 'heroic MILF'.. How quaint. I kinda like it."

He leaned back on the nearest palm tree.

"Sure, I'm dandy. I was just sorta, well bored mostly, and I reeeeeally wanted some.. Wait, what did I want again?" He rubbed his chin for a few moments before looking back down at her. "Yup, that's right, directions to the nearest Kung Pow Chicken. I seem to have gotten myself lost again... But not the whole 'plane crash' 'Lost' sort of thing." He turned toward the ocean he saw in the distance, and added under his breath, "At least I think..."

atlantismother October 4 2008, 14:32:39 UTC

She crossed her arms, giving the man a skeptical frown. The voice seemed close enough to be the initial shout, but she highly doubted he was telling the truth about his shout.

Still, the only way to get an answer was to humor him. "The only kitchen I know of is in the Compound. You're only a little ways from the boardwalk to it." She gave a slight, kind smile. "Its easy to get lost off of the path."

ninja_spatula October 4 2008, 14:54:56 UTC

Myself paused for a moment, quite confused that this chick wouldn't know of any kitchens other then ones that were compounded. I and Myself never really were fans of math. Darn, She's a math chick, what a turn-off.

"Not even Hell's Kitchen?" He asked in a depressed voice. She was either mentally depraved, which would make myself and her a perfect pair, or there weren't any 'kitchens' on this island. Besides that one. Which would be croooowdeeeeed! One kitchen for an entire world? Don't think so!

"Path? I wasn't on a path, really, I was headed for the moon when I got jumped by a Tazarian Tiger, and then when I was about to stab it with my enormous rod, it flipped onto it's back and ran into the woods, and I chased it, and then we ended up here, and then I ended up here, and then YOU ended up here, and then.. And then my voice got really hoarse and I asked you a drink. Got anything? Tequila maybe? Fried sizzle-water?" I'm not really sure what Fried sizzle-water is, but then I don't think Myself knows what it is either. He's probably ( ... )

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notinutopia October 4 2008, 15:45:05 UTC

"Sorry, screaming won't help," Jonas told the person in front of him with a genuine sense of apology in his voice. He knew how hard it was to live on the island and screaming seemed like a common way of dealing with problems.

ninja_spatula October 5 2008, 12:23:10 UTC

Myself turned toward the weirdo who responded to him.

"I wouldn't be so sure!" He quickly quipped back at him. "It made YOU appear didn't it?"

He rubbed his chin with interest.

"Who is you anyway?"

notinutopia October 5 2008, 14:28:26 UTC

Jonas stopped and felt a bit nervous by the man's intensity. He couldn't understand the way he was talking; well, he could understand him but he cocked an eyebrow at his poor grammar.

The boy looked up at the strange man and extended his hand. "I'm Jonas."

ninja_spatula October 8 2008, 08:37:35 UTC

Deadpool cocked an eyebrow in response to this feller cocking an eyebrow. He also cocked his OTHER eyebrow at the guy's name, and Myself loaded his eyebrow too, with lethal darts of doom! Well, pretty much anyway.

"Jonas? You got any brothers?" Deadpool ventured a random guess. "I'm the world famous Deadpool, but ofcourse I'm sure you knew that. After all, I'm world famously famous. Or is that Famously world famous? Things get so CONFUSING when you start inventing your own rules to grammar..." Myself trailed off while talking to... Myself.

missingthekeep October 4 2008, 17:08:28 UTC

Even without his hearing, the scream cuts easily through the constant pounding of the rain. It's a voice Sean didn't think he'd ever hear again. Well, hoped he'd never hear again, anyway. He's never been that lucky, though. He almost ignores it to keep on heading towards his hut, but in the end he figures it behooves him to know if there really is a murdering, lunatic mercenary kicking around the island now, ready to screw things up even more.

"Oh, bloody hell. Ye've got ta be kiddin' me," he mutters despairingly when he sees Deadpool. Hopefully he hasn't yet gotten around to figuring out Sean's identity after that mess with Almadovar. He bristles at just the thought of having this idiot think that Sean owes him a favor.

ninja_spatula October 5 2008, 12:29:36 UTC

Myself turned to the sound of a branch cracking, and saw the ever-lovin' Sean Cassidy approaching.

"Why Sean! Fancy meeting you here!" Deadpool always found it such fun to mess with the 'heroic' types, they were so easy to Tee' off after all. "Seen any helpless innocents around lately? I'm feeling a little... Hungry." He considered pulling out his sword and licking the edge, but sometimes that gave him a NASTY paper cut. Yeck. Painful. I'm literally shuddering right now. Well, only a teensy bit.

missingthekeep October 5 2008, 23:54:49 UTC

Well, so much for that ray of hopeful sunshine. "That'll be Inspector Cassidy to ye, Deadpool. Or should I call ye Wade?" he snaps, keeping an eye on the guy's copious armaments. It isn't like Sean's in much of a position to enforce things like that, given his own lack of weaponry, but he stays on the defensive nonetheless. "An' aren't we all helpless innocents here? 'Blank slate' an' all that?" It's the closest thing to a joke he's capable of at the moment, seeing as both men are about as far from helpless and innocent as it gets.

ninja_spatula October 8 2008, 08:41:33 UTC

"Oooooh Inspector! Can I be an inspector TOO? I always wanted to be one, it's got such a GREAT title!" Myself purposefully fiddled with his holstered pistol, since it was pretty obvious it shook the guy up. If Myself could get this guy just a leeeettle more on edge, Myself would be able to scream BOO really loud and REALLY knock the socks off of him!!

He paused for a moment with a scrutinizing stare at Sean, after the whole 'blank slate' comment.

"Is that a jab at my intelligence? Cause if it is, it went WAY over my head."

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skybot_snd October 5 2008, 12:59:59 UTC

Running naked through the jungle while it rained had lost a portion of its charm now that Austin had experienced some of the less pleasant side effects, which led to him strolling through the jungle fully clothed, even to the point of resorting to a leather jacket (the leatherness of which he was still repressing). His shirt, however, expressed his opinion on the matter clearly and eloquently.

It turned out to have been a wise choice, since nudity left little room for guns (unless you happened to be composed of liquid metal, or very flexible), and his was drawn the second he heard the scream.

He advanced silently towards the source of the noise, taking cover behind a tree, then making a swift turn and aiming at... what appeared to be either a 'superhero' or an exceptionally well armed fetishist.

"Austin, T-1000, IPD," he recited, keeping the gun carefully aimed at the dubious individual. "What seems to be the problem?"

ninja_spatula October 5 2008, 13:19:20 UTC

Myself turned toward the individual, seemingly some kind of cop.

"Problem number one is.. Your pointing a gun at me! Problem two is... Mines better!" Deadpool said as he quickly unholstered his gun and pointed it back at the one pointing it at him. Assuming the man didn't fire immediately, they had more to talk about.

"HEY..." Deadpool stated joyously, and then continued in a faked deep voice, "A Mexi-kan stand off... Except there ain't no Mexi-kens..." Returning to his normal voice he added, "Heh heh... Good lines, good lines..."

skybot_snd October 5 2008, 13:35:10 UTC

His eyes narrowed as he experienced a notable itch in the area of his trigger finger. Was this standard superhero behavior? The armed fetishist theory was looking far more likely at the moment.

And it didn't really matter which gun was better, since it would only take one precise shot to bring the encounter to an end. He didn't miss.

Usually.

But he had to remind himself that Commander Vimes didn't approve of dead bodies, or the paperwork they entailed.

"A classic Mexican standoff usually requires at least three armed individuals," he corrected, recalling several spaghetti westerns the bookshelf had offered him. "Like in The Good, The Bad and The Ugly."

ninja_spatula October 8 2008, 08:47:29 UTC

"Well then we're all set! I'm good at shooting, your bad at thinking, and we're BOTH pretty darn UGLY!" Myself was curious for a moment if there was a better joke there somewhere, but he brushed it aside, it wasn't the Deadpool way to question one's actions. Pretty much ever. Sorta like the whole shoot first, ask questions later thing, except without the 'ask questions later' part.

"So, only one way to solve this of course. We both shoot each other and then go home happy. Or dead. Depending on how good our aim is today. I don't know about you, but personally mine is GARBAGE right now, I can tell the wind must be going like 80 M-P-H in any direction that isn't toward you. But not until I pull the trigger anyway. Or clap. Clappers sure were a great invention weren't they?