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 Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 2:09 pm
((PRP for Deadpool, Bob, and Pop. Let's see what chaos insures. >D))
Deadpool was again being followed by the kit, whom he called Bob Wilson. He doesn't know why he kept on being stalked by the little guy, but it was getting annoying. Really annoying. He should just shoot him and be over with it.
Nah. Deadpool wouldn't feel right about killing a little kid. Even someone as irritating as him.
Without warning, he chucked a knife at Bob, narrowly missing him and dug into a tree.
Bob meeped and hid for cover behind a snow dune, even though the threat was over. What did he do wrong now? Deadpool always did something violent and cruel to him, whether by dangling him upside-down or hinting a death in the near future.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 3:42 pm
Pop was trotting along in the snow, trying to shake herself of that nasty Nethea. She shivered at the thought of the female, and her ears went back. That girl was scary.
She heard a small 'meep' that sounded like a kit's cry. She stopped, and smelt around. Was that...Deadpool? And, who was the other scent?
She quickly walked forward, only to find a small kit hiding beneath a snowbank, an knife in the tree behind him, and Deadpool facing in her general direction. And Pop could add 2 and 2.
"Oh Gods Deadpool, don't tell me you threw a knife at the little guy." Pop scolded him, picking the kit up by the nape of his neck, and setting him next to her. "Honestly."
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 3:54 pm
Bob didn't struggle when Pop picked him up. In fact, he was grateful to meet someone that wouldn't shoot him on sight. And she seemed to know Deadpool. How odd.
He cuddled against her leg, whispering a quiet "Thank you."
"I did!" Deadpool was going to fling something at Bob again, but seeing that Pop was here, put it away before she could noticed. He found it satifying that she appeared again though, no matter how she came up. Maybe she'd want a second go.
Licking his lips, he mimicked a throwing motion, causing the kit to flinch.
"He's such a p***y!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 5:28 pm
"No problem, hon." Pop whispered to the kit, patting his head with a fre paw. Then, she turned back to Deadpool.
"Deadpool, I can't believe you." Pop said dissaprovingly, shaking her head. Sure, she may have done it with him, and yes, it was probably she'd ever had. But that didn't change the fact that he was trying to hurt the kit.
But, Deadpool's logic could only be comprehended with equally insane logic. May as well ask him why, and then reverse that logic on him. "Deaddy.." She started, using that tone of voice that she used after the last time the had...done it.
"Why are you being so mean to him, Deaddy?" She asked, sauntering up to him suggestively. "Play nice, or you won't get any tonight."
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 7:16 pm
"Well, one, because it's fun, two, because it's like shooting a fish in a barrel, and three because it's fun!" Deadpool flailed about, completely ignoring Pop's tone of voice. "If you like him so much, take him! He's being a complete kiss-a**!"
Finally, Pop's subtle request sank into his brain damaged mind. His face changed into a more serious expression and he settled down a bit.
"Does that mean no more random acts of violence?" Deadpool asked in a slightly timid voice. Not that losing Pop would be such a great deal, since another woman had attracted his attention. Still, she was more willing.
Bob still clung to Pop's leg, listening into the conversation. He didn't have the faintest idea what they were talking about, but he thought that it was probably best not to know. Since what kind of thing would calm Deadpool like that?
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 7:37 pm
"Just not towards the kid, alright?" She asked sweetly, dropping the slut voice. Was that the only thing that worked on him? Probably.
She subconciously patted the kit's head again, looking at Deadpool. "So, do you have any clue where he came from?" She asked, looking at the kit. He looked alot like Deadpool actually, but with flowers. Deadpool would never wear flowers.
She shrugged it off, patting the kit's head again. He was kinda cute, maybe she would keep him. Even if he was clingy.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 1:01 pm
"Not towards the kid? So what else am I suppose to shoot/stab/maim? I mean..." Deadpool was getting a little frustrated to Pop, since she controlled the stakes here. She knew him. She knew that he was prone to violence. So why can't she let him have a bit of fun with the kit once in a while?
"I dunno. His name is Bob Wilson though. It's the perfect name for the idiot pipsqueak!"
She didn't restrict his gift of gab!
Bob knew exactly where he came from. He was in a box that Deadpool tended to mistreat. When he came out, the 'fun' got a lot worse. He suspected that he was related to the maniac, but both of them wouldn't believe it.
"I hate my name." He muttered while continuing to cling to Pop.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 4:39 pm
Pop sighed at Deadpool, shaking her head, and rolling her eyes. "I dunno what you can stab/maim/shoot/do whatever the heck you do. Maybe try it on a squirell or something." She told him, exhasperated already.
"And he's not an idiot. A pipsqueak, maybe. But that's because he's a kit." She told Bob more than Deadpool. "And I think Bob is a good name. No one will ever get confused with his name, not even you."
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 6:17 pm
Wut?! Pop thought that his name was ok?! Bob nommed on her leg in retaliation, but stopped since she was since to him besides that. Instead, he went off to emo in a corner.
"I'm shot over 9000 squirrels and what not!" Deadpool flailed about. "It's not that fun after a while! I would've normally been killing someone for money, but shooting someone like Bob is the next best thing!"
He sneered at the kit, emoing in the corner. "Now, do you still think he's not an idiot after that? He's so pathetic, maybe I'll put him out of his misery."
Before Pop could react, he pulled out a pistol and shot the ground beneath Bob. He couldn't actually hit him, since that might call for unnessecary actions by Pop, but scaring the wit out of him couldn't be that bad!
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 6:26 pm
Pop looked donwn at the little kit, gnawing on her leg. She had a look of worry, and surprise plastered on her face. Was theis kit as messed up as Deadpool? She then watched him go emo in a corner, and get the ground underneath him shot.
"Deadpool..." She sighed, walking over to the insane Ulaya. "Isn't that considered Child Abuse in the Human's Terms?" She asked, genuinely curious, but trying to scold him still. "And can't you be sent to jail for it?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 1:26 pm
"Well... yeah... it is... but there's no rule for that here! Besides, what I've done in the past is worse than child abuse!"
Her arguement did bring up a valid point. Having fun with Bob was illegal, yes, and if he was going to turn over a new leaf, he should stop.
"Hey, if there's a jail, does that mean that there are super-baddies around? That I could valiently defeat?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 7:33 pm
"I don;t really know if there IS an Ulaya jail. I think the Gods just punish them in a way." Pop though, biting her lower lip. Honestly, she only knew about Jail because of those Cops shows she had watched after her and Deadpool...had their fun.
"I thought you only worked for money?" Pop asked, lying down. May as well get comfortable while talking to him. But then again, he might try something stupid. No, he wouldn't do that...
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 5:06 pm
"Gods? Don't tell me that you believe in that." Deadpool said, glancing over at Bob who was still cowaring. Not that he didn't believe in a religion, but it's hard to stick to it with all that occured in his life. Human or otherwise.
"And yes, I do work for money, but don't you know how hard it is when NO ONE WILL HIRE YOU?! I have to resort to free services in order to a.) boost my rep and b.) keep my skills and sword sharp. Honestly! If people had more common sense I wouldn't be in this mess!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 5:52 pm
"Well, it is kind of hard for me not to believe in some kind of higher power out there." Pop said distantly, her voice trailing off. Of course it was hard for her not to believe in Gods and Goddesses! She knew one! Serenity, Goddess of White Waters!
"Hey, I've hired you before." Pop spoke up, nudging him. "You know...before you turned me into a woman..." She added with a blush, remembering the day.
"And how can you say you're bored if you obviously have fun tormenting poor little Bob over there?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 5:52 pm
Deadpool opened his mouth to reply back to the gods and goddesses topic, but thinking about what he was going to say, decided to refrain from speaking about it.
"Well, yes. You did. But I'm a merc of guns shooting, swords flashing, and cultural quips! Having love is nice and all but I'm more for the blood spurting everywhere and that kind of stuff!
And that reminds me." He whipped out a dagger quickly and threw it at Bob, without warning.
Instead of barely missing like the gleaming metal should hace, the dagger stabbed him in the ear, piercing the thin membrane and digging into the tree behind him.
"OW! That's not fun!" Bob yelped, on the verge of tears. He wanted to pull out the dagger and throw it back at Deadpool, but it was too painful to do so.
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