Deadpool
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Deadfool? Excuse me, more like Deadcool-
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Post by Wade W. Wilson on Jun 27, 2016 19:37:34 GMT -5
 Seasoned ground beef descended from a yellow, hard shell taco and following the beef came chunks of shredded cheese, lettuce along with little cute pieces of tomatoes diced into tiny cubes onto a paper wrapper that was held underneath the taco where it caught the scraps that attempted to escape from being eaten after all, there was no escape from Wade's mouth. Taking another bite of the delicious Mexican food, Wilson was slightly grateful that the universe he currently resided within had a glorious taco place that sold assorted Mexican food for cheap or else, the male would have ended up in jail long ago for robbing a Mexican restaurant after all, a man had to eat!
Finishing the last piece of taco, Wilson took no shame in licking the wrapping paper where once clean, it was tossed off his shoulder and onto the ground of the alleyway he had been lurking within for the past couple of minutes. With a full and satisfied stomach, Wade peered out onto the streets of the city, where people hustled and bustled on the sidewalk while the streets were packed with cars that blared their horns every couple of seconds and it had almost felt like home except one key component was missing. Vanessa. Wade's fiance (or ex-fiance depending on how one glanced at the situation) was back on their world alone and probably despising Wade for "leaving" her once more though, this time it wasn't out of his own freewill.
Which was why Deadpool was currently attempting to figure his way out of this universe by accepting a few jobs here and there in order to have a decent income and perhaps get the ability to hire someone to figure this problem out or something... The details of what came next after the income was a bit fuzzy, but cash often solved most of the world's problems like hunger and bored so, why couldn't it fix this problem?
Spotting the target, Deadpool darted out from the shadows of the alley before slamming a male against the hood of a car from the traffic jam on the street where the driver had shrieked along with the male who, was taken aback from being attacked by a lunatic in a red outfit. "Thomas? You don't look like a Thomas..."
"Though I bet the name was just created on the spot because you're really not that important. Look, I'm going to call you Jeff because you look more like a Jeff to me." Several onlookers were gasping as the scene progressed and several called out towards the pair threatening to call the local authorities to which the red-clad man ignored in favor of continuing the conversation with 'Jeff'.
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 27, 2016 21:25:32 GMT -5
"Excuse me sir." A teenager poked at an older customer wearing a Kippah. "I'm sorry to bother you." The man raised an eyebrow, not really sure what to make of the girl. "I'm looking for all beef sausages. Do you happen to know which section they are in?" Kamala gave the elderly man her sweetest smile. Her stomach grumbled, ruining somewhat the effect.
"Left. Third alley." He gave her a hard look. As if she was doing something wrong. Kamala shivered uncomfortably at the gaze. Does he suspect? Kamala didn't always have her shapeshifting under control. "And be quick. This neighborhood isn't safe for a young girl like you at this time of the day." Sighing in relief, the girl curtsied in thanks and rushed off. Maybe he does suspect. But he's nice. A couple of bounds later, and Kamala found her dinner for today. She looked at the sausages. There weren't many options. Hands dug deep into her pockets. A couple of bills were crunched up together in Kamala's fist. I can get... three and maybe some mashed potatoes?
Not for the first time since her mysterious arrival in this hostile world, the young hero felt very homesick. What wouldn't I give for a slice of Abu's meat pie! Kamala was still holding her prospective dinner when she heard yelling. Danger! Snap out of it, K. The teenager poked her head around the corner. The shopkeeper was frantically yelling into a phone. The senior customer from earlier just stared outside. Then, shaking his head, he just said, "This is going to get ugly."
Poking her head back, Kamala checked her surrounding. No people. And the cheap shop couldn't afford any cameras. Concentrating, focusing on her super hero alta mater, Ms Marvel began emerging. Legs grew longer. Arms bulked up around a more revealing outfit. Finally, Kamala's hair grew eerily long and blonde. Ms Marvel opened her blue eyes. Already, she could hear gunshots being fired. More yelling. Garbled, barely intelligible, the word freak floated in the air.
Elongating her legs even further, Kamala rushed outside. She didn't make eye-contact with the man, ignored the shopkeeper and just ran. She stopped dead in her tracks as the crime scene hit her.
There was a man in a red suit. He was holding another man against the hood of a car. Mr Red was clearly much stronger than his victim. The pinned person wiggled frantically, but didn't achieve anything. Another person, a woman, had pulled out a gun. Looking at the still fuming cylinder, Ms Marvel suspected she had just shot at the man in red. "What... What happened?" The woman wearing the lightning bolt was at a loss, trying to parse who was the good guy.. and who was the bad guy.
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Deadpool
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Deadfool? Excuse me, more like Deadcool-
Player:
Maid
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Post by Wade W. Wilson on Jun 28, 2016 19:02:06 GMT -5
Additional humans gathered round the duo, where the male pinned down to the vehicle was obviously shaken though, the mercenary couldn't give a single care to the man below his hands or the crowd that voices only grew louder in irate or fear. Elegant words that formed sentences were going to flow from Wade's mouth, yet those words and sentences were forgotten about when an obnoxious, deafening bang rang out followed by a slight pain in his torso, though the pain only lasted a moment before vanishing which only meant one thing, someone in the crowd was brave enough to shoot first.
"Han solo shot first!" Declared the man in the red clad suit, loud enough for the crowd to hear his words of wisdom before he continued on as this moment was a teachable one after all, if the nice blind lady at the dry cleaners hadn't mentioned something, then Deadpool wouldn't have gotten his awesome suit or a little old blind lady as a roommate. "Tip number one, always wear a red suit when doing a job like this one... That way the bad guys don't see you bleed!"
With the teachable moment over, the man threw a glance over his shoulder while keeping quite a firm grip on 'Jeff' after all, he didn't want to end up losing 'Jeff' who might somehow find a way to drag Vanessa into this mess (though, it would be awesome to have her by his side) and make Wade go through the whole Ajax thing again. "So, your Han Solo. Just a little piece of advice, if you that fingers start itching to pull the trigger, point it at this guy, alright? Seriously, I'm not the bad guy! A lovely little uh."
"Dove! Her name was Dove and this weirdo can't take a hint of she isn't interested. Jeff has been stalking her for weeks and I was bribed with money to make sure it wouldn't happen again~" Even with the story of Dove, not a single person in the crowd seemed to believe that the mercenary was doing such a deed and it might have been right if it was another place or time, but in this moment Wade spoke the truth for probably the third time in his life. Sighing, the mercenary muttered to himself before yanking 'Jeff' onto his feet where Wilson started to straight out his outfit a bit as murmurs of the police being called grew.
"Can you believe this Jeff? I thought we were having a moment... Oh well, guess we gotta do it the hard way so, I can scram." Once the man's outfit looked presentable, as if this event never occurred, Wade reached up to the male's head giving it an affection tousle before forcefully shoving 'Jeff's' head down upon the car. "This is you warning, stop following Dove or I will kill you. Cool? Cool."
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jun 29, 2016 21:46:52 GMT -5
The blonde Carol Denvers stood, paralyzed, as the man in red erupted in flurry of words. Kamala was still confused as to who was a good guy, and who was bad. The man turned his masked head. The hero in disguise gasped. "Deadpool?" The voice betrayed a mix of feelings. There was the surprise of meeting something familiar. Then the apprehension at the reveal of a villain way over her league. And finally, still a lot of confusion. But Ms Marvel recovered from her shock. She lifted her fist, growing it into the size of a small car as she yelled, "Get away from him, Deadpool!"
The woman with the gun turned her attention at the second masked person braving the streets. Kamala, suddenly targeted, barely had time to turn around her fist and block the bullet hurling towards her. "What? I'm trying to h..." That's when she remembered that she was in the wrong universe. One where super-heroes were just as likely to be attacked, even killed, than villains. There was pain as the shot pierced her skin. With the increased mass, the bullet didn't bite too deep. Wincing, Kamala extended her right leg, sweeping it in the woman's direction. The human tried to take a step back, but got caught and fell to the ground. She was still clenching her gun. "Filth. They'll come and get you soon."
Looking around, Kamala took in how much of a commotion they had stirred up. Her arm still balled into a giant club, she yelled at Deadpool. "Let the man go!" They were both running out of time. Surely the super-villain would see that? What if he doesn't let go? What if the woman shoots again? Kamala left her worst fear unsaid. She had to see this fight through quickly.
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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 Jul 6, 2016 20:08:47 GMT -5
Head perking up slightly, the mercenary heard a voice that was twisted with emotion, one filled with angst, confusion and shock that poured out of someone's mouth from behind Wilson. The unfamiliar voice caused the mercenary to twist his head around, where his gaze scanned the crowd for a moment before landing upon a beach blonde beauty, how he knew that the beach blonde had been the one to speak of his name, well it was quite easy considering that she was now howling at him to step away from 'Jeff'.
With a response in mind, the mercenary would have entered onto another rant yet, all the words that were about to tumble from his lips fell silent as another ear-deafening bang echoed through the crowds as the women or 'Han Solo', had shot at the other masked weirdo which had the mercenary chuckling to himself. "Barbie, I really don't think your cut out for this whole 'superhero thing'. Maybe you should go find Ken and head back to your dream house." Deadpool taunted lightly, his grip on the male not loosening in the slightest bit as he watched Han Solo versus Barbie, though Barbie didn't seem to want to injure the civilian and chose to knock the women on her ass as she muttered something towards the beach blonde that the mercenary didn't catch.
Once again, Barbie howled in frustration towards Wilson, after all, the commotion the two stirred up defiantly had to attract some sort of legal force team or something by now, though the temptation to ignore little miss Barbie over there was quite overwhelming. "Lighten up, Barbie. We have at least five more minutes before the authorities show up. Plus, unlike you, I have a job that I need to do so, if you don't mind."
"Also, this might be a great time to enroll in superhero school, just saying." With that, Deadpool's attention switched over to 'Jeff', as moans of agony came from the male as blood poured from his injured skull, and soft whimpers followed those pains of agony as Deadpool lifted his head once more to repeat the process of pounding 'Jeff's' head in after all, a concussion would defiantly teach the kid not to be a stalker.
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Post by Kamala Khan on Jul 10, 2016 21:15:55 GMT -5
Ms Marvel scowled. "Barbie?" Cracking her knuckles, Kamala moved forward. "Last warning, sexist pig." It didn't take much more to tick off the young hero. Deadpool finished his sentence. He turned his attention over to his victim. That's when a large circular shadow appeared under him. A moment later a pair of fists swung down in the haymaker of the century. As the half-a-ton of flesh and bone crashed down on the mutant's location, Kamala exhaled a deep breath. "Get back up, Deadpool. I know you aren't dead."
Motion distracted Kamala for a moment. "Monsters!" "Run for your lives!" A chill ran past Ms Marvel's spine. She quickly looked back where the woman with the gun was. Hopefully not pointing it at me! The hero saw her, running away with the rest of the "normies". A moment later and it became very quiet. Focusing her attention back on Deadpool, Kamala commented. "Well. We lost our audience."
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Deadpool
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Deadfool? Excuse me, more like Deadcool-
Player:
Maid
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Post by Wade W. Wilson on Jul 24, 2016 13:36:04 GMT -5
A simple nickname of Barbie seemed to have pinched a nerve with the blonde hero after all, she called him a 'sexist pig' which frankly didn't bother him considering that he has been called worse in the past. Yet, as his attention was turned towards 'Jeff', suddenly the sun seemed to vanish from above and a cast of darkness hung over him followed by amass amount of pain. Of course, it didn't take a fool to know that little miss Barbie was the one to inflect such pain upon him, considering that he had watched her moments ago deflect bullets by enlarging her own hand.
Refusing to budge an inch, Barbie slipped out a sigh, a sign that she was probably done with his bullshit before speaking out on how she knew he wasn't 'dead'. Muttering out a response, the male slowly lifted himself from the ground that he had been smashed against to notice the crowd of people dashing away along with 'Jeff'. "I thought all superheroes were supposed to be passive-aggressive... Did you flunk out of superhero school or something?"
"Stupid question, don't answer it because I already know the answer." Ignoring her statement about their audience being lost, Wade slowly lifted himself from the ground to glare upon the 'superbrat'. "Just great... Now how am I able to afford the sixth season of Golden Girls. Are your proud of yourself? You shouldn't be."
"You know, I don't run around the city stopping heroes from doing their job yet, for some reason heroes feel the need to stop me from doing my job. Maybe I should start endorsing villains and crap."
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Post by Kamala Khan on Aug 1, 2016 11:35:37 GMT -5
Ms Marvel felt somewhat more relaxed as Deadpool threw in a couple of dad-worthy jokes. With the normies gone, there was somewhat less pressure. Yeah. The worst that can happen is that I break a bone and get caught by the crazy police here. "You caught me. Failed right in the second class on self-control." As she said that, Ms Marvel launched her right hand into a giant bulldozer of a punch. "Maybe you can teach me a bit... by playing punching bag!" To follow up with her slow right punch, Kamala first lifted her left arm into the sky, lengthening it before crashing the elbow where she expected Deadpool to dodge her first attack. "I gained most of my exp through videogames." She wasn't sure why she shared that with Deadpool, except he seemed like the least evil of villains she could think of. "Beating the final boss gave me those powers!" Seemed as plausible as finding them in a cereal box.
"Also, I can show you where to stream it for free." Kamala said, not realizing the irony of it. "Though may I make a show different suggestion instead?" The shapeshifter was about to launch another attack. Then she stopped, realizing something. "Wait. What's your favorite genre? Kid shows with musicals? Superhero? Drama?" It was a completely earnest question. The fangirl could finally ask her idols in person about their real life tastes!
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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 25, 2016 20:48:14 GMT -5
 Vacant, one would assume that an apocalypse occurred as the streets of New York was always swarmed with life, even in the less populated areas of the state. With the crowd that threatened to ruin Wilson's escape plan and a target now swooped away from his line of gaze due to a 'heroic' civilian, Wade was able to focus on the hero in front of him, who admitted she failed her second class of 'self-control'. "What has become of superhero school? Before, you couldn't even be caught dead with a supersuit unless you passed your courses."
Gazing upon the female as she enlarged her fist to the size of a bulldozer, she made a comment about Wade helping her and the rest of the statement was ignored as the mercenary lowered his stance so that he was squatting while his hands reach for his two sheathed katanas at his side. "If you're willing to learn, then I'm willing to teach. Welcome to DP's reform academy, you may call me mister pool."
Midway through his little speech, Wilson paused, as the 'hero' was executing her plan and the fist came crashing down where the anti-hero unsheathed his katana's and was quick to do an appalling somersault that would have most gymnast weeping as the male used his shoulder blade in order to roll forward while keeping his weapons to the side in order to not cause injury to himself.
"Lesson one, never fight a man who brings katanas to a fist fight." Executing the backup plan, Wade watched the women as she started to bring her elbow down which had him draw his katanas forward, forming an 'X' as the edges of the blade faced the hero's elbow. "You too? Do you collect cool little coins with your logo on them to cash in for cool weapons?"
"How many tries did it take you to beat the boss?" Honestly, it was odd after all, the mercenary was known for his mouth and overusing it during battle yet, never once in his career had he had someone who actively participated in the conversation nor respond to his comment about owning Golden Girls because he was pretty confident that was the second time he mentioned it. "Do you hear the irony too or is it just me?"
About to launch another attack while having a civil conversation with Wade, the plan of action was abandoned as another question was asked, one concerning the male's favorite genre which was an easy question to answer. "Sitcoms are more my style. I also have a guilty pleasure of watching Steven Universe and Gravity Falls, but that's between you and me, champ."
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Post by Kamala Khan on Oct 2, 2016 12:56:48 GMT -5
Ms Marvel smiled as Deadpool continued on his superhero school streak. "Yeah, yeah, the good old days. Stop showing your age and start showing me some moves." Smirk. Her right hand came down crashing again. The super-villain dodged the attack. Kamala blinked as he contorted his body, unsheathed his katanas and gave a witty reply. All in one smooth motion. Excitement bubbling inside her, she yelled, "Teach me your artform!" just as her second attack connected. That's when she felt the cold, cutting edge of the katanas. Wincing despite her size advantage, Ms Marvel retracted her elbow. "Good one. Bleeding here." Maybe she was getting a little too excited. Somehow the pain wasn't fully registering. "I collect Marvel points. No weapons here. I prefer the cosmetics. Trying to save up for the vintage skin." That's when an idea struck her. "Wait, you want to see something cool? Tell me your favorite Ms Marvel costume!" She knew them all. Kamala was pretty sure she could shapeshift to any at will. "Canon only. No bunny-suits." She threw in, unsure how dirty Deadpool's mind was.
There seemed to be a lull in the battle. Was Deadpool lowering his katanas to respond to her? Did that mean the villain was actually telling her his favorite shows? "SU! Gravity Falls! I cosplayed as Mabel once, grappling gun and everything!" Kamala would kill for one of those. Another reason why she'd flunk superhero school. "Do you know if they do conventions in this 'verse?" Come to think of it, superheroes were probably not the most popular costumes. Which lead Kamala to another train of thought, "Hey, serious note for once: how did you get stuck in this universe? Warphole? Blinding light? Or did you just wake up here like me?" Then, out of the blue, another question, "Oh, and have you seen Spidey yet? Or did you leave him behind in between Golden Girls sessions?"
A police siren interrupted the empty streets and their conversational heroes. "Oh Shit. With a capital S." Ms Marvel exclaimed. Then she looked at Deadpool. She had successfully stopped him. But she didn't want the mutant-hating police here to catch him. Nor her for the matter. "Ok Deadpool. You learned your lesson, we had a lot of fun. I need a follow-up bossfight later in the week. How about I let you go easy for now?" Kamala was painfully aware that she was the one being let go easy in this fight. That, and that the situation was going to get a lot more complicated very soon. Her eyes shifted to the left as two police cars screeched into a halt. "No special units. Guess we don't count as big guns yet." Ms Marvel sounded disappointed.
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