Deadpool
| Mercenary
| Marvel
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Deadfool? Excuse me, more like Deadcool-
Player:
Maid
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Post by Wade W. Wilson on Jul 16, 2016 22:07:21 GMT -5
 Soft, muffled hums came from the mercenary cladded in red and black as he lurked around an abandon warehouse after all, inside the warehouse was a hoodlum that needed a bullet to the brains and someone was willing to pay Wilson handsomely to make that happen. Surveying the building from across the street, two brutes stood outside the main entrance of the warehouse, where one would leave every twenty minutes to circle around the warehouse before returning to the male standing alone by the main entrance. As much as Wilson wanted to enter the building, guns ablaze, it wouldn't be the smartest move as it would give the target an opportunity to slip through Deadpool's fingers which was why, he wanted to enter the warehouse through some other means.
Moving from his position from the front of the warehouse, Deadpool moved to the left side which had a couple of boarded up windows, but nothing that would grant him entrance into the warehouse thus, he continued his journey to the back portion of the building where luckily, where a fire escape is built onto the back of the window with a couple of broken windows that were left uncovered probably due to the fact that that ladder wasn't pulled down and a normal human would need a large item to stand on in order to pull it down. Smirking, Wilson bolted forward and sprang into the air where he managed to grab a hold of the bottom bar of the ladder where the ladder rapidly dropped down due to Wilson's weight.
Due to the sudden speed, Deadpool's grip slipped where the male landed on his rear end, but at the very least, he managed to pull the ladder down. Cursing under his breath, the mercenary picked himself up and climbed the ladder up to the fire escape where he climbed a few flights of stairs before coming to a broken window on the second story. Once inside the warehouse, Deadpool could hear laughter along with a couple of voices below though, if he had to guess, there was probably at least four hoodlums hanging out on the first floor.
Following the sounds of their voices, Deadpool worked his way down to the first floor where he entered the main portion of the warehouse, which had a couple pieces of furniture along with a pool table along with the hoodlums who seemed surprised to see someone managed to break into their base. "S'up fellas. I heard there was a rad party here, but I ain't see any ladies... I mean you can't have a frickin' party without some ladies, am I right?"
Silence greeted the mercenary followed by a few members pulling out their pistols, even the target had pulled out a weapon, oblivious that he was about to be killed for some serious cash. "Who told you about our hideout? You 'bout to be dead."
"Why yes, I'm Dead, Deadpool. You know it rhymes with too cool, ain't no fool and I'm good at what I do-ool which is killing pretty boy over there." Wilson stated, unsheathing both of his katana's to point towards the target who seemed to be the only one wearing a bandanna around his face.
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Nightwing//Batman
| Vigilante
| The Bat-Family
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Post by Dick Grayson on Jul 24, 2016 19:52:58 GMT -5
  Batman stood on a building overlooking the city. It was a loud and roaring night. He crouched down over his gargoyle and stared towards an abandon warehouse a couple of blocks away from where he stood. He was on the hunt tonight. His target a low life scum human trafficker that has been dealing with Asian mafia mostly Triad. They were the top provider of prostitutes in the East end and the Harlem area. Batman had gotten a tip after going semi-undercover at a local nightclub called DRYNK. A small group of armed thugs would be getting a 'shipment' of girls tonight at an abandon warehouse. Batman of course had sprung into action arriving early and scoping the place out quickly before waiting from his current location. He pushed a button on the mini bat computer housed in his reinforce gauntlets. The high tech lenses in his mask zoomed in x20, like binoculars. He could see a van of thugs drive up to the warehouse and get out before entering the place. Batman eyes narrowed. Batman hated these kinds of thugs they stole the lives of others and sold it off for money.
"Well, let's just hope they don't mind a case of broken bones. Lot's of broken bones." Batman stood up the wind blowing against his back causing his cape to flutter in front of him in the wind. Dick raised his arms in the air and flipped gracefully off the roof performing a nosedive as he gained momentum as he plummeted towards the ground. Batman activated his cape after around 300 feet of pure dive and he shot up into the sky gliding over the busy streets of the city below. He was completely focused right now the cold wind hitting his face not bothering him as he pitched his glide in the direction of the Warehouse. He pulled back after nearing the roof slowing his glide before landing gently on the roof and rolling to his feet. He looked around making sure no one had noticed. After confirming he was alone he walked slowly over to a large hold in the roof. Probably caused by rain eating away at the wood. He knelt down activating the cowls x-ray mode that allowed him to survey the area inside as well as see the number of thugs. Seven of them all armed, with pistols or other fire arms some knives as well, but they shouldn't be a issue for him. However, there was a 8th reading and this one moved with skill. He obviously wasn't part of the gang as he was heavily armed. Grenades, dual Katana's, and packing two pistols as well. His first thought was of Slade Wilson, but there hasn't been any word of someone calling themselves Deathstroke in this world. Batman pulled out a Batarang from his belt ready to spring into action. However, just before he could the other mystery man jumped out and began to speak confronting the four men on the first floor. "S'up fellas. I heard there was a rad party here, but I ain't see any ladies... I mean you can't have a frickin' party without some ladies, am I right?"Batman blinked and stopped moving in shock. That was unexpected. The way this man talked somehow instantly annoyed Batman, to his very core something made him want to punch where that voice had come from. One of the thugs approached him with a gun and threatened him. He demanded to know how he had found them and informed him he was about to die. Batman jumped up to his feet aiming his batarang reeling back to throw it. The red and black masked walking armory responded. "Why yes, I'm Dead, Deadpool. You know it rhymes with too cool, ain't no fool and I'm good at what I do-ool which is killing pretty boy over there."Batman nearly dropped his batarang. What the hell was that!? Who acts like that? What kind of man threatens people like that? Even the damn Joker wasn't that....awful! The sound of swords leaving there sheath drew him back to reality. Batman put the batarang away and he pulled out three flash bangs and two smoke pellets and he dropped them down the hole. He covered his eyes as the flashbangs went off momentarily blinding the bad guys before the smoke bombs filled the room. Batman jumped down his x-ray still on. He landed next to two thugs and he grabbed their heads slamming them together. "Okay dude with the Katanas you're taunts and quips ... they suck. I have no idea who the hell you are, but if you try to kill anyone I'll take you down too."Batman slide back into the smoke and he threw two batarangs at Deadpool's Katanas the x-ray allowing him to see through the smoke. "Another thing if you wanna do a good taunt you gotta go for it hard."
Three other thugs ran into the room and started to shoot into the smoke. He saw one of them start to panic. He made his way quickly and silently towards the panicking thug. "See their scared!" He grabbed the guy from behind turning his x-ray off for a moment looking at the thug. "They know they are cowards who are gonna crap themselves at the first sign of justice. See this guy even wore Brown pants. Smart move!" Batman threw the thug towards the other two that had run in knocking one to the ground with the knocked out one laying on top of him.
Tag:Wade W. Wilson
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Deadpool
| Mercenary
| Marvel
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Deadfool? Excuse me, more like Deadcool-
Player:
Maid
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Post by Wade W. Wilson on Aug 20, 2016 17:01:41 GMT -5
 Unimpressed, and irate, these hoodlums lacked a sense of humor after all, he felt that some of his punchlines were quite whimsical yet, the emotions that came from the delinquents weren't a concern to Wilson after all, his mouth would continue pouring out jokes and punchlines until each one of them became unalive and even after their expiration, the jokes would keep coming.
Yet, as another comical punchline was about to spill from his mouth, a sudden flash of light flooded the room leaving the mercenary blinded and dazed like a pokemon who has been captured in a pokeball or what the male would assume considering that pokemon was only a television show and game. Attempting to blink away the blindness, another voice seemed to join the party, one that was definitely unwelcome considering the only thing the voice was rambling on about was how ghastly his whimsical punchlines were. "I'm not repeating myself and I certainly didn't fill out paperwork to be on America's Got Talent."
"Let me guess, another superhero here to rain on my parade of fun because killing people is wrong and all that bull... Seriously, where are the villains when you need them?" The mercenary grumbled, the blindness that had affected him earlier fading away only to reveal smoke filling the room instead thus it didn't matter that the male accomplished to be ride himself of the eternal darkness that had consumed his eyes as he couldn't even see a few inches in front of himself due to the smoke.
Greeted with silence, Deadpool was mouthing a silent prayer that the irksome voice, one that felt the need to besmirch his punchlines had been shot, but apparently an entity had a sick sense of humor as instead of making the voice vanish, it chooses to make his katana's vanish instead as what he would describe as boomerangs had been thrown at his weapon of choice which cause Wilson to relinquish his grip and send the two weapons flying off into abysses. "No! Not my babies! I swear if anyone dare touches them or even glances at them wrong and trust me, I will know, then you win a private one-on-one session with me and some throwing knives."
"As the words spoken by every teenage girl, can you not. I'm grieving." Frowning, it was obvious that until the smoke cleared, Wade was going to need to use his pistols and grenades, which were fantastic as Deadpool loved to cause some explosions, though he was rather pumped to use his babies...
Yet, the moment of grievance was short-lived as several rounds of bullets were randomly sprayed through the thick smoke, some of which found nice little homes in the torso of Wilson making the mercenary hiss out in pain before he darted off to the side and found cover behind a crate where he begins to load his dual pistols as he could fight fire with fire. Peeking over the crate, the smoke seemed to lighten up slightly before the voice rang through the air, one declaring that the hoodlums were scared before rambling on about how they were cowards and that one wore brown pants because...
"Look here pretty boy, you can't just hijack good puns from people and try to outshine them with a 'superhero' costume that clearly draws attention to your booty." With the bullet wounds already healing, Wade barely cringed as he lifted himself up from his cover and jumped over the crate where he paused to glare upon the male who dared interrupt his fun and steal one of his quotes that he often used.
"Now if you don't mind, I really don't care what sort of moral values you have, but I have a job to do, so, why don't you take your pretty boy swag somewhere else?"
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Nightwing//Batman
| Vigilante
| The Bat-Family
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Post by Dick Grayson on Aug 28, 2016 8:10:13 GMT -5
Batman dived for cover. Bullets were flying by him at an alarming rate as the four remaining thugs opened fire on him. He raised his cape to shield himself as it was semi-bulletproof. He turned to face the man that called himself Deadpool. His Bat lens scanned Deadpool revealing what it could from a basic scan. His body suit was slightly armored, not near the level that Batmans armor was at but still well protected. There were also fresh bullet holes in the suit and still wet blood dripping down the fabric. Batman narrowed his eyes. This man must have a healing factor of sorts, so was he a meta? Or was he a mutant? Or one of the Enhanced the media was always bashing. Regardless of what he was, what he was doing was trying to sass Batman. Batman chuckled a little and responded quickly with a quip of his own. "Hey, we got bigger things to deal with! We can discuss how much better and sexier my suit is later!"Batman turned his attention back to the thugs shooting at him. One ran out to move closer and Batman took his chance. In a flash Batman pulled out a batarang and jumped out from behind his hiding spot throwing it at the man. The batarang hit its target in the shoulder. The man howled in pain before falling to the ground. Batman rolled into his landing and slide behind another stone pillar. He pressed a button on his gauntlet and the batarang stuck in the thugs shoulder shocked the man violently into unconsciousness. Batman turned back to Deadpool. "Look, Princess we obviously got different ways of dealing with trash like them. But, unlike you I got dignity... and fashion sense. So, you can help me take these guys down NON lethally, or I can take you down with them."
Batman was serious about taking Deadpool down if he needed to, Bruce and Dick might not have agreed on everything, but the no killing rule was something both of them would never truly stray from. Batman knelled down and opened his portable Bat-Computer. He activated a program that would send an anonymous text message to the NYPD emergency text center. It would alert them to their location and the guns. He turned to look at the mercenary who was glaring at him standing in the gun fire as if the bullets meant nothing to him. Batman frowned a bit. He didn't want to work with this man. His suit reminded him of Deadshot, KGBeast, and even Deathstroke, but only a little. In all honesty Deathstroke had a MUCH cooler outfit then this weirdo. He stood back up and pulled out two small flash pellets from his belt and nodded at Deadpool. "Listen, I have a plan. You can either go with it... or I can break your face. I've alerted the NYPD to our location so we don't have a lot of time. I can blind the remaining thugs and give you the opportunity to take them out with NON LETHAL SHOTS." Batman gave him the famous cowl glare as his eyes narrowed. Batman made sure to stress this point. He didn't care if this guy had super healing powers. If he put one of the thugs down for good he was going to get one hell of a beating. He threw the flash pellets not waiting for an answer as time was growing short and he didn't want the thugs to get the chance to call reinforcements. He covered himself again with his cape as the pellets went off. He could hear the remaining thugs complaining about once again getting blinded. Oh what foul language! Have they no manners? If only poor old Alfred could hear these men. It would bring a tear to the formal old butlers eye. Tag:Wade W. Wilson
Wooo.... rewrite at 9am in the morning. Left some thugs for you to deal with too <3
Bringing the cops, hope you don't mind. Now to see if Deadpool behaves~
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Deadpool
| Mercenary
| Marvel
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Deadfool? Excuse me, more like Deadcool-
Player:
Maid
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Post by Wade W. Wilson on Sept 28, 2016 15:48:39 GMT -5
The man chuckled, responding back with his own bite, though Wilson never recalled the terms of sexy nor better leaving his mouth when commenting on the other man's suit. "Let's get one thing straight, sexy and better never came from my mouth. I simply stated that your costume draws attention to your rear end like someone would find with a lady of the night."
With that misunderstanding cleared up, Deadpool focused his short attention span on the men who had been firing round after round, wasting precious ammunition, in attempt to kill him and mister goody two shoes. Aiming, he was about to fire off a couple of rounds into the hoodlum's skulls only to be halted in the process as mister hero was calling him princess before droning on about how he lacked a trait called dignity and fashion sense which had the man exhaling, making a little 'ah' sound as if he took great offense to the comment, to which he did. "Excuse me, my costume doesn't look like it came from a crossover store between Spender's and Hot Topic."
After his little rant, the man glowered at him and started to mess with some sort of device leaving Deadpool to shoot his own dirty looks after all, heroes always ruined his fun! He just wanted to do what he was getting paid to do, leave and collect his paycheck. Yet, that wasn't happening as the man was talking again and Wade was tempted to ignore him now until he was informed the police were getting involved.
"Question, were you born stupid or did you have to take lessons?" Deadpool had lived in this universe long enough to know that the police force wasn't too kind towards mutants especially after one fight between him and another hero. Well, it couldn't really be considered a fight considering the two started to talk about television shows, but still... She got shot when she had tried to stop him and it was just a complete mess. "Have you've met the police force here or do you vanish into the night like a drama queen before they arrive?"
Honestly, the only two choices were to bail and face another mercenary to attempt to end his life for failing to complete the mission or help the hero out and pray that his employer is alright with the idea of these idiots spending the rest of their lift in prison. Though, Wade couldn't give a response of agreement or disagreement as the man was already acting on the plan. Turning his gaze away from the flash pellets, Wade muttered to himself while his hands attempted to cover his eyes, though it didn't work out too well due to a pistol being present in both of his hands.
Once he heard the members of the gang complain about being blinded again, Wade turned himself around and aimed at the nearest member taking a shot at his hand to disarm him, then one to his leg for a distraction. "Are you happy now? I hope you are because I'm not." Screams of suffering echoed out as Wade focused his sights on another member who was cursing rather loudly and like the hoodlum shot before him, Wade aimed for the hand followed by the leg. Once the second man went down, Wade cursed before retreating behind a crate as a bullet lodged itself in his arm... The bullet was probably meant for his hand, but these guys had lousy aim. Dick Grayson I guess he can be a good little eagle scout and play 'hero'.. c: |
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