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 Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 11:29 am
Deadpool had made good time on finding a domicile that was hardly occupied. It did belong to one Mr Liefeld...or something along those lines. Now however it was Wade's. With his feet up on a couch he flicked aimlessly through tv channels...
"Dude....did you just say I killed Rob Liefeld? Sweet..."
Getting up from the sofa he leaned over to a large slice of half cold pizza. Things where getting suspicious, he had been here for about 12 hours and yet no one had tried to kill him. Hell he had put a round in someone's leg....and yet....silence...How long was he away for? Could something have happened while he was gone?
"Duh, dude it's called suspense. Toad could work that crap out. And he has trouble drinking glasses of water unsupervised."
Rolling back his mask he revealed his scarred and mutated skin well toned and finely chiseled hunk of man chin. As he took a bite of the pizza he began to muse.
"Someone better take interest in this thread otherwise things are gonna get boring...really....seriously. I would take Dinosaur symbioses or assassin monkeys any day...the Star Wars universe was getting boring anyway."
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 5:42 pm
Deadpool made his way from the couch to look out over the street. Maybe he could start a mechfight, or maybe go see how many Twilight Fans he could annoy. The options where endless...but first on his agenda was money.
Running his hands through his pockets he found very little...
Dude?! Really? I gotta be broke? Not cool man, not cool.
Robbing a bank at this point was an option...but no...he was 'reformed'......but that didn't stop him from maiming someone earlier....heh...wonderful.
Man I wish I could join everyone else in the other threads...I bet their having a whale of a time, doing stuff with lasers and power armor...crap. Just my luck to be stuck here...
It was at that moment a large brick sailed through the window hitting Wade in the head, with a sickening crack it broke his skull sending him tumbling to the floor.
Wait? What brick?
WHACK!
After coming back from the Dead deadpool picked up the brick. Surprisingly enough there was a message attached it...wrapped around the brick was a scrap of paper.
Dear Me.
Beware crazy chicks with guns! You've got about five minuets. But knowing me you won't use that time. Instead. Remember that you MUST get to the Avenger's mansion ASAP.
Signed. Yourself. Deadpool.
Aww man thats all kinds of strange right there..
Getting up he could see no one at the window...and that his Chinese he ordered was nearly five minuets late. He had better get the thing for free or there would be hell to pay...
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:04 am
Meanwhile Mica Wilson sat at the sill of a window in an abandoned building opposite the direction that Deadpool was facing. With his mask pulled up, she didn't recognize that this was her father--or at least a man resembling her father--and assumed it was her most recent target: Mr. Liefeld.
" I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I get all steamed up, hear me shout, tip me over and pour my brains out!" The pink haired young woman giggled with glee as she shoulder her Barrett M82 sniper and peered through the scope, finding her target. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty." Taking careful aim, Mica pulled the trigger and let the bullet fly.
Unfortunately for her, by frustrating and ironic coincidence, a kitten skittered across the windowsill of her target's window and took the bullet, it's remains splattering all over Deadpool and the wall in front of him. "Oops, gotta take another shot. No guns though-- that won't work." With the skills of an acrobat, Mica clambered out of the window before she was spotted and scaled the building over to her target's building, knife clenched between her teeth. She sang a tune in her head as she snuck into the apartment, unseen. "Oh, the shark, has, pretty teeth, dear....and he shows them pearly white. Just a jackknife, has MacHeath, yeah.....and he keeps it out of sight. When the shark bites, with his teeth, dear....scarlet billows start to spread. Fancy gloves, though, wears MacHeath, yeah..so there's not a trace, hmmmm of red." She giggled with glee as she grabbed the man from behind, knife perched at his throat, too blinded by her joy to maim, kill, and disfigure things to realize the resemblance the man had to her father.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:24 am
Deadpool was still wanting for his takeout when a kitten spontaneously exploded in front of him on the window sill.
"Woah....time out....exploding kitten?" He looked down at the sill covered in blood and fur. "I did not see that one coming in all my years as a lunatic...."
Before he had time to wonder why kittens exploded he turned hell only to have a knife poised at his throat. With his merc training kicking in like a kneejerk reaction a Beretta M9 was pointed over his shoulder into the forehead of his attacker. She was a pro, fast, and able to get past his fantastically rigged alarm system. (Whoopee cushion attached to door...classy).
Almost a mach for Deadpool....almost that is. Rule one of fighting Deadpool. Do not talk about fighting Deadpool....no wait...thats isn't it. Rule one of fighting Deadpool is NOT to fight Deadpool...oh silly me.
Gosh darnit I hate it when people sneak up on me like that.
With his right hand he grabbed her wrist attempting to fling her over his head. Admitedly this stopped him from being bored but at the same time, it was going to hurt....it looked like she was carrying pointy things. Despite his love for pointy things he took offense when people where trying to stick them in him...
"You kids these days and your long range rifles....and you fail accuracy....Where you lean to shoot Counter Strike?"
Man this is not my day...
When has it been?
True....though what about that time I messed up Bull's Eye with a meat hook? You can't tell me that wasn't funny.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:31 am
Mica flipped, feeling as light as she looked, but successfully managed to land on her feet, the mischievous grin still plastered on her face.
"Hey hey hey! I did not learn to shoot from Counter Strike! The damn kitten scooted in my way--cute and cuddly b*****d." She swiped with her knife, grazing Deadpool's chest-- not because she had horrible aim but because she realized who he was and felt that it was a bad idea to cut any deeper. Mica stopped dead in her tracks, hunting knife still clutched in her hand, and peered at Deadpool. "Wait a minute... I know you." The expression of thought on her face was comical as she stepped back and made a frame with her fingers, peering through at Deadpool. "But if I'm right, you're supposed to be in Antarctica or somethin'. How the hell did you get here? You're not even the right one, are you? My papa I mean."
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:41 am
Deadpool managed to take a step back trying to fire at the moving pink blur that tried to kill him. His shot missed, passing through the ceiling and potentially annoying someone on the next floor.
"Wait...what?" Eyebrow raised Deadpool took his finger off the trigger.
"Papa-what?" He said unsure of what was really going on...pulling his mask on he keep his left hand steady as he aimed at her.
"What the hell is going on....seriously I have no idea...what is this? Clone?....Twin? Twin-clone?"
It doesn't work like that
To hell it doesn't You read the Clone Saga?
Point taken...
"Something tells me I'm still not home....god dammit this is like sliders...only with more maiming..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 10:42 am
[[i'll reply when i get back from work]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 8:15 pm
Mica let out a snicker as she stepped back and eyed Deadpool up and down again.
"Eh, what does it matter to me? Chief* and I haven't been together in ages. How'd ya get here anyways if you're not my Deadpool?" Mica's expression suddenly switched from light and cheerful to dark and eerie. "Maybe you're a test and I'm suppose ta kill ya. You're not a test, are ya? I'll know if you are. I'll slit your throat and bash your head in like a baby seals." She giggled and her expression went back to lighthearted. "But we don't have to worry about that if you're not a test, right Chief?
((*She calls her Deadpool 'Chief', 'Boss', 'Captain', etc))
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 7:59 am
"Papa? Chief?" Cogs where turning behind wades milky white eyes of the mask.
( Deadpools notes. For a more dramatic experiance skip to 3:53 )
"No.....that's not true....thats impossible!" Falling too his knee's he held his fists to the ceiling, taking a deep lung full of air he yelled;
"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
You about done?
Yeah I'm good.
Getting back to his feet Deadpool stroked his chin in thought. "You know...this must mean that this isn't 616...Holy cow! I have a whole new universe to wreck."
Patting the small ball of pink hair on the coiled psychopathic spring Deadpool shrugged. "Aww, what's the harm in having a Me Junior around the place?"
Before either of them could answer something landed at their feet. It was small, green, and rounded.
"For reference, that isn't mine..." he said before shoving Mica across the room.
Oh crappity crap crap...this is going to-
BOOOM!
".....Oh...." Deadpool said weakly as he pulled himself free of the debris of the living room. "That would be the harm."
Unholstering his beretta with his right hand he unsheathed his Katana with a epic sounding 'ssssrrrrink'. Something was moving through the smoke and the rubble, something that sounded like hydraulics...big ones....and a whirring sound....almost like...
CRAAAAAAAAAP!
A round of gatling gun fire broke through the shredded remains of the wall where the grande struck. Being on the second floor whoever they where they where trying to use this form of fire to pin them down. Classic.
Pulling himself up Deadpool took a look down through the hole in the wall. "Hey look!
Mech suits..."
TAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAAKAKAKAKAKAKAAA!
"Hey look....they have high powered artillery..."
Recalling what the note had said to him Deadpool considered his odds....either be reduced to a fine powder or mulch. Or escape to the avenger's mansion.
Escape it is...
"You! Pink haired thing..." He tossed his beretta at her. "Get downstairs to the delorian. Don't you even think of scratching it..."
Doing his best Xena impression Deadpool lept from the window. Well what was left of it.
"YALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 11:18 am
"Yes, sir! Right away!" Mica saluted smartly before making a grand exit of her own, the mischievous grin seemingly plastered permanently on her face.
She took delight in the mayhem that had intruded her life so suddenly as she shimmied down the sides of the building and spotted the Delorian. Mica hummed the theme to Back to the Future as she stood by the car, replacing her hunting knife into the holster for it that was strapped to her leg. She whipped out a pistol that had been shoved into the back of her jeans and pointed it around, making faux gunshot sounds. "Yo, Chief! Where are you?"
[[This is a crap post. Sorry. >__>]]
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 1:25 pm
There was the sound of groaning metal as a bipedal tank toppled sideways falling through the apartment, a katana was lodged in it's side, several other lacerations could be seen to have been the cause of it falling. Landing on it's side it twitched slightly, there was no sign of a pilot, if there was, he'd be dead by now. A vast cloud of dust had been thrown into the air by the impact of the machine hitting the ground, it billowed down the street.
And like Robocop walking from the wreckage and fire, Deadpool emerged from the smoke....in an most awesome manner indeed...
However this victory was short lived. While he had indeed toppled one of the beamoths, a second started shooting at him. It had to be about twenty feet. Packing more than enough artillery to take down the 'Pool.
"Getingetingetingetingetingetingetin!" He screeched as he ran, dodging fire as they went. Throwing open the gull wing door he dived inside the left hand seat.
"Pinky!" He called to her as he loaded another magazine into his gun. "DRRRRIIIVE!" Opening the window he randomly fired shots behind him to try and slow them down.
Remembering where his nauseating headache came from Deadpool realized what they needed to do next.
"You know where the Avenger's Mansion is?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 2:09 am
Jumping in with uncanny speed Mica slipped onto the side of the car where the window had rolled down and looked backwards. She was seated on the door now, aiming a powerful gun back at the thing following them."Yeah, boss, I do! Name's Mica by the way--not Pinky." Mica flashed an awkward smile as she shot a careful shot into a vital part of the machine and slightly crippled it. "It's 890 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan. Ya got that?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 3:27 am
Deadpool slammed his foot down on the accelerator peddle as he made tracks for the Avenger's mansion.
A hail of gunfire spattered the road beside them as chunks of tarmac and concrete where thrown into the air.
"This would be so much easier without all the bullets." Deadpool moan as he threw the car around the corner. Hitting a speed bump the car was thrown into the air before hitting the ground again, there was a sickening crunch as it sounded like something broke on impact.
"Don't worry...she'll hold together.'' He said with a smile patting the steering wheel.
Baby hear me, hold together.
There was a rattle of bullets impacting on the roof. A few managed to cut through the hardened armor impacting on the dashboard sending glass and the remains of a David Bowie 8 track into their faces.
...no...
With sudden force Deadpool hit the brakes with enough force to throw them out of their chairs into the dash.
Holding the remains of the 8 track Deadpool's eyes narrowed, there was a lump in his throat.
"You just....destroyed....my....8 track...." Silently he opened the door to the Delorian, making it's classic hiss as it did. Reaching into the back of the car he pulled out a battered case.
"That was an original..." He hissed as he stood his ground in front of the advancing mech.
"Signed by the man himself....and you just...."
I think in most forms of literature this is known as a ho-sh*t moment...
Dropping the case on the ground it bounced open revealing a compressed cylindrical object. Three guesses as to what it was.
"Buddy....you just made my day..."
Picking it up it spontaneously unfolded to reveal some sort of collapsable stinger missile launcher.
The mech was bearing down upon him, seconds from firing Deadpool looked up at him quipping,
"See you in robot hell."
With a woosh of smoke and fire Deadpool launched a missile at the on coming mech, hitting it squarely in the face. The force of the blast nocked the glass out of nearby apartments as a shock-wave blew debris towards them in all shapes and sizes.
Walking away from the chaos Deadpool calmly got back into the car.
"Rule one....no one ever touches my 8 track....goddit?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 11:34 am
A saw suddenly made its way through the roof and the 8 track was gone. Mica collided with a crunch into the dash as Deadpool slammed on the breaks, bringing the Delorian to a sudden stop.
"Uh, sir.." The bi-colored eyed woman held up the remains of the 8 track to Deadpool, offering them to him, just as he stepped out of the Delorian, fuming.
Within seconds she watched Deadpool unleash true chaos, completely obliterating the mech, and then meander back to the car.
"Rule one....no one ever touches my 8 track....goddit?"
"Yes boss!" Mica said in wide-eyed wonder. "You wanna bury it or cremate it?" The young woman's question was so simple and innocent as she still held the remains-- or at least the remains she could find-- of the 8 track in her hands up to Deadpool, a sad puppy eyed look in her eyes.
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 1:12 am
((I'm very sorry I haven't been posting, feeling quite bad about it. Had some problems with both my internet and browser. Literally freezing n startup, I eventually gave up and went back to playing Twin snakes until the problem could be solved buy someone who doesn't hit things to fix them. I will put up a post soon once I get my crap in order. So hopefully this can make up for my lack of posting. I have been able to work on several plot ideas for this thread, since Bell is going to be away for some time I decided to lengthen out Mica and Deadpools adventures potentially turning it into their own mini series. I'm thinking something that involves Time Travel a little bit of Back to the Future perhaps, maybe with a little bit of Doctor Who's The Big Bang episode in there as well. Hopefully it all works out. But hey. Once again, sorry for not posting. We'll burry Bowie next to the Freddie 8 track, he would have wanted it this way.))
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