Fancy Meeting You Here (Danni) Feb 4, 2013 17:35:43 GMT -5
Post by Wade "Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 4, 2013 17:35:43 GMT -5
It was quite the quiet day on the helicarrier; the sun was high within the mortal sky, winds not particularly high, things in as close to "peaceful" as they'd ever be. Which would probably explain the moving fern plant, making it's way through the decks while a crazy man in red crouched behind the pot, certain he was a camouflage genius. While there had been low expectation of Canadian stow always on the ship, few people probably would have raised a question or two - in fact, seeing Deadpool most crew would likely duck out the way before he had a chance to start talking.
That mouth. Good God, it never, ever stopped. Ever. It was like a nuclear powered motor.
That was besides the point for now, though - this was a story involving a traveling fern and it's companion hidden in the sneaking sniper position. Mask pulled up over his face, Wade was headed for the barracks, because he knew that there was a certain someone who would have missed him. No, Nick Fury; ole wigglepuss wasn't willing to audibly and public ally display his love for Wilson. Come to think of it, he didn't like to do it alone with Wade, either, but the merc liked to imagine it was the sort of talk Nick liked to have with his mirror. Who DIDN'T want to chat about Wilson to their reflection?
"So, let's just get this straight, you've been running around Iraq, blowing up terrorists, when you've actually been in Canada, running for PM, then appeared at every Superbowl game on camera eating cheesey nachos while waving a sign that reads "we want ice hockey", and you think bombshell won't notice?"
"Yeah, I gotta agree with yellow 'talics, this isn't exactly your best plan, big guy, though I dunno why we comment, since we see to be the only thought process you display in any comic."
"Because you're both an important part of my comedic appeal, and frankly if you didn't exist, we wouldn't be getting the necessary butts in seats and coins in tills. Marvel wouldn't print me without you, now stop yapping and give me plans."
Ever the crazy bastard was that Wade Wilson, talking to the voices in his head like they were real people, able to advise him on his quests while the world looked at him in a rather peculiar facial expression. Something like "this motherfucker be full of the cray", though not always quite as ghetto. Sometimes it was more of an overly posh Englishman.
The barracks were finally dawning on him, coming into view, exposing themselves like a cheap slut in a bad neighbourhood. He could see the small signs on the door, each with names printed on them, and in seeing that, he had no choice but to make his first stop. The name "Barton" brazenly printed in bold, Wade sat the fern down next to the door, before rummaging through his front pack. It seemed endless, but finally he had it - a small, current generating device. It wasn't fatal on it's own, but once applied to metal, it put a taser like current through. Which was why he shoved it up against the door handle.
Stage one complete, Wade once again grasped the fern, moving back down the doors. It we would take a while, since the rooms were allocated by surname, but eventually, he got there. Placing the plant before the door, Wade stood up, pressing his back to the wall and planting up like a mission impossible scene - knocking firmly on the door three times.[/center][/blockquote]