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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Contact denied? [Taskmaster]
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 6, 2013 2:22:31 GMT -5
Las Vegas. The city never sleeps and people came to lose all their money. A typical place that should be full of murders compared to New York and California combined. Sadly it didn't top them yet. And her mission was to take place in this City of Sin. Full of people! It was a good thing Wanda had upgraded to a DVR to record her shows she is missing. Some reason technology seemed to have a thing against VCRs now.
She had a vague recollection that she did some sort of fancy time travel. People weren't rioting over corporate taking over everything. So she was making the best of it. Although she still was not exactly a people person and hated to go outside for long periods of time. Sadly she was forced to earn some cash and had to go out. Out of New York for that matter. “I hate that contacts are hard to find,” whined Wanda as she wandered around. 'I don't think you asked where to meet at.' 'Totes lame on this!'
The mercenary pouted as her head voices were right. She was clad in her red and black spandex outfit with her hair up in a ponytail while weapons are at her hips and on her back. Maybe she should of thought this out better on going incognito. Some of the stares she was receiving weren't of the good variety. “Hey! I know I'm gorgeous but you don't have to make me feel ugly,” she said to a huge lady that was dragging a kid away. 'But we are one of the uglies.' 'Not her type of ugly though.'
Wanda really began to hate this. She had been to at least five different restaurant and hotels looking for someone called “Felix Gomez” and no luck. If she did not need the money then she would of gave up and head back to her hotel room to watch some television.
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Fidelitas Venum.. Loyalty for Sale
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Feb 6, 2013 2:40:55 GMT -5
Felix Gomez
A made up man.. with a made up job.. in a made up hotel.. all to trap a very real person.
A few weeks ago Taskmaster had been given a job to kill a woman, a fellow mercenary, who had - apparently - crossed the wrong T's and dotted someone elses eyes in the past. Needless to say, some wealthy people wanted her dead.. too bad for her. When people upgraded from some unnamed Merc to the Taskmaster, the victim was in for a rude awakening in terms of Professional skill.
It was an easy job too, they were going to take care of all of the hard, tedious work, for him! All he had to do was wait for them to give him a text message, it would give him a room number. That room would be hers, he'd wait there for her to come back from the bogus 'meeting' and end it before she had time to react. The room was booked as 'Undisturbed Private', so no one would find her until the reservation was up. Taskmaster and his clients would all have plenty of time to leave the city before the heat came down.
Easy jobs were fine.. but he always got skittish the longer he had to sit still. Trust wasn't something people in this line of work had in one another. They could have been setting him up, after all, but just as his mind began to plan for the worst - the text came in. Room 601, same hotel he had been waiting in. His clients had taken control of the security, and were supposed to black out the cameras on any floors he had to walk through. Peaking out his door, just to be safe, it turned out they were telling the truth - no little red dots. Throwing his shield over his arm and slinging his sword over his hip, he left the room and proceeded up several floors to the marks room.
Once inside he messed with the arrangements, moved all the furniture out of the way and tampered with the light switch. It was going to stay dark in here. The only lights came in from the flashing signs outside the window. Masters propped himself against a far wall and watched the door. There was no telling how long he'd have to wait. Some people would look for hours before giving up on a clients initial meet.. others caved after a few failed efforts. He knew nothing about the mark, which usually wasn't ideal, but they offered him too many zeros to say no.
A waiting game.. this was going to be the hardest part of the gig. Sitting and waiting, or rather, he believed as much.
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 6, 2013 2:55:46 GMT -5
After another hour had passed with walking around Las Vegas, Wanda gave up. Although she had a nice run in with a few cops while heading back. Sadly trying to hit on them was not getting her out of trouble. But the short one was so cute! In a Hobbit sort of way. She only took them out with a few hard kicks to the back of the head. No need to kill them. For now.
'That was a close one!' 'People don't understand women need weapons too.' “Sorry, boys, but Momma can't stay and play more. She has some shows to watch and they're getting good. Maybe next time we can play with those handcuffs,” she said with a wink and blew them a kiss as she walked away. It did not take her much longer to get back to the hotel she was staying at.
It always seemed that it was easier getting back to a place than getting lost from it. She made her way up the stairs (need to keep the cardio going!) and went down the hallway. Pulling out her key card to the room from her pouch on her left thigh, she opened the door and entered. “I thought this building paid it's electricity bill for the month,” said the mercenary as she went to flick the lights on. Nothing happened.
Squinting into the dark, she thought she noticed everything was not as she left it. 'I think we have a visitor.' 'I hope they know how to fight!' “I do hope we're playing Marco Polo in the dark. I so love that version of the game. Makes things a lot more fun. I'll start out. Marco?” Wanda pulled out a knife and eased her way further into the room. She thought she heard someone breathing but wasn't sure where it was coming from.
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Feb 6, 2013 23:24:42 GMT -5
Alone in a dark room, for a very long time, his eyes had more than adjusted to the dark. With the exception of the occasional flash of light from the windows, he was in total darkness. Despite how long the wait was, Taskmaster didn't get impatient. He was a professional, this was his life, waiting for days wasn't unheard of.. hours was easy.
Finally she came back, he heard the swipe of the card outside the door. Whoever she was, she had a nice figure, the silhouette gave away that much. That made it hard on him to take her out like this, shame to waste a good body. Oh? What was this? On top of everything else she had to be pretty good too, even in the darkness, she knew something was off. Had to give her credit there. A lot of people would just assume the light was bad, or go try to turn something else on first.. those were the easiest ones.
This one already had a knife out! Cute.. he thought, quickly drawing the sword out and lunging at her from the wall he had been standing on. The quick movement was aimed to try and end it all in one motion. He didn't have time to play around, that's not what he was paid for. An unexpected lunge straight at the opponents midsection, the exactly middle of their height. Ducking wouldn't normally cover it, and jumping would usually get their feet. It was one of his favorite spots to aim for.. quick and easy.
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 6, 2013 23:52:44 GMT -5
'They're not playing!' 'Well not playing Marco Polo, that's for sure.' Wanda gave a slight pout when she didn't hear the person call back to her. This was not how things were suppose to end up! Keeping the blade out, she used her free hand to take a gun out of the holster on her side. “Fine. Play hard to get. But I have to warn you that it really is a turn on for most people,” she said.
Raising the gun to a normal chest level, she began to pop off a few bullets as she tried to guess where the person was hiding. Clearly not in the direction she was facing as she heard the all too familiar sound of a blade slicing through air. The pain was excruciating but not enough to make her pass out. “You just had to ruin my killer mercenary outfit, didn't you?” She coughed up some blood. Spinning the knife around in her hand, she went to jab it behind her at her attacker in an attempt to do some sort of damage.
“Now are we going to have to play twenty questions or am I going to get a name? I so need to really stop asking questions when I have a sword through my back. Literally,” she added while still unsure of who is attacking her. The black of the room was not helping as her eyes were still adjusting. Pulling free of the sword, she narrowed her eyes as she turned around. The wound already beginning to heal. 'So is that a mask or a face?' 'Yummy! A mysterious man with a sword.'
Wanda could tell the form was not of the female kind and liked where this could be going. Still not liking that her suit is ruined though!
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Feb 7, 2013 0:17:22 GMT -5
Blind firing? Really.. had he given this one too much credit at the start? He thought going for the early kill would be the safest beat; but with a counter like this, he had to be off a little. The woman rattled off some lame jokes and comments, a clear attempt to get him to speak up - giving himself away. It was a shame this struggle was so sad, and over so quickly.
That feeling sealed it. He knew the feeling well, the sensation of fleshy resistance as a sword buried itself into her back. A clean hit, a good hit, almost perfect even. This was Taskmaster after all, he was a professional, and in the end this woman seemed more like she did it for the kicks. "You should have taken your life more seriously, and it may have lasted longer." he finally replied, believing he was speaking to a yet fallen corpse at the end of his sword.
And then it happened.. it had to, of course, why the hell would Taskmaster ever get a break?
The woman pulled herself off the sword. He didn't kick her, didn't even wiggle it, she just yanked herself right the F off. Even spit out some quirky crap about demanding his name. This woman had just been cleaved into, clean and accurately, and it didn't mean a damn thing to her. She was more worried about her stupid costume. As she turned around the lights outside flickered, revealing the both of them for an instant to one another.
That costume.. that inhuman, unfair ability.. what in gods name had he done?..
"Wade, you damned lunatic! I know you joked about how much you liked big tits all the time, but a SEX CHANGE!? Have you told Da-" he paused, frozen in place. If Danii found out, and knew that Tony knew first.. she'd blame him, and.. oh god.. "WADE! YOU'VE KILLED ME, YOU BASTARD!" he panicked. Taskmasters guard dropped, as low as it could anyway, sharing a room with someone he believed to be Wade Wilson. Pacing back and forth he drug his sword behind him, tapping it on the ground in worried thought. His spare hand covering his mask while he mumbled to himself incoherently, trying to devise some plan to escape the impending wrath of Liberty. Seeing as he fully expected to be blamed for this idiocy.
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 7, 2013 0:34:08 GMT -5
Ok that light needed to stay in place! The quick glimpse made her see the skull mask, cape, armor and large sword. Who knows what else he was carrying around as a weapon. Probably not as much as she was... Good God, was she just called a man's name?! Wanda felt appalled by his accusation of being this Wade person.
Giving a haughty snort, she put the knife and gun away (for now) and walked over to the man as he muttered to himself. 'I think he's lost it.' 'Sex change?!' “No way in hell have I ever had a sex change, honey. See? These are a hundred percent the real deal!” She grabbed him by the back of the head and slammed his face into her chest. Sure that would have been a bit overboard as a hand would of worked just as well.
Wanda did not care. It was fun! Plus she wanted to see his reaction to this act. It was only like a five second act but felt longer than that. “Now I don't know who the hell this Wade guy is. I'm Wanda or Lady Deadpool to you, Mr. Skullhead,” she said while placing her hands on her hips. Funny how things work out in the end. A thought occurred to her. “Since you sneaked into a ladies' room to try and kill her, does this mean you were the one who duped me into finding this Felix Gomez guy? As I'm sure you weren't looking for some rough foreplay.”
Of course Wanda wouldn't say no to keep fighting this man. It's been awhile since she had fought a good fight. Whatever happens after that would be left up to Fate and she hoped Fate would be nice to her. 'Fate hates us.' 'For reals, chica.'
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Feb 7, 2013 1:04:09 GMT -5
Without him being aware of it, he suddenly found himself stuffed into Fem-Wades funbags. To be fair, they were pretty.. nice, even felt real. Probably bigger than Danii's too! Not that he knew, because he totally never stared at Danii or had a general idea about their size. Surely not.
Back in the world of reality, he realized that he was - in fact - buried face first into Fem-Wades chest. Pushing off the manwomans shoulders he flung himself backward, wiping nonexistent germs off of his mask. "The hell is wrong with you Wade!" he shouted back in response to the assault. However wrong the stunt may have been, it did pull him back into the present situation. It only now registered that this person insisted on not only NOT being Wade, but not knowing who he was.
Deadpool may have been a long gone lunatic beyond any measure of help, but Tony knew one thing, the man was a terrible liar. A joke like this would have already had Wade on the floor laughing at his own sense of humor. This.. this wasn't him after all. "..you're really not him, are you?" Taskmaster repeated his realization out loud.
From this he could easily figure two things. Number 1.. he wishes he wasn't wearing a mask moments ago.. it ruined that moment for him. Secondly, he couldn't win this fight even if it wasn't Wade himself, she fought and behaved just like him.. but with impressive jugs and hips to match. Wasting no time the female merc spouted off the questions Tony knew were coming. "No, I didn't come up with this plan, you really think I'm gonna sell out my clients that easily? I'm a professional, Wanda. You can call me Taskmaster, and sorry to say our fights over. I'll be dropping this contract first chance I get."
Making his way into the next room he flicked on the lights, having left them on for himself after the 'mark' had been killed. Crashing onto the couch he leaned his head back on the headrest, taking his hood off, but leaving the mask on. A lot of thoughts running through his mind. "You really don't know Wade? Wade Wilson, Deadpool? He dresses just like you, talks to himself, kills over Chimichangas? It's.. it's so cruel.. I have to put up with two of you now.. what sort of transdimensional being did I piss off to deserve this? Where the heck did you come from anyway, no way you've been under our radar your whole life.." He groaned, leaning his head up and looking at her from his sulking spot. "You wouldn't show a defeated man some pity and do the face-stuff again with my mask off, would ya?"
What? It was worth a shot, after all, he confirmed she wasn't a he now, so the idea seemed a lot more promising than it did earlier..
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 7, 2013 1:29:26 GMT -5
Again she was called Wade. Although this time he finally got the hint she was all female and never a man. “Well, duh! I think that mask has gotten too tight for your head. One thing is for sure I was never born a man,” said Wanda as she felt this was going to be a talk fest now. At least it meant no more ruining her suit or the carpet with blood. She walked behind the guy as he spoke and turned on a different set of lights.
“The light! It burns!” she hissed as her eyes needed to readjust to light now as they got used to the dark. 'Drama queen.' 'Now we can study the assassin.' She rubbed her eyes and shook her head, her hair swaying. “Nope. Don't know him. Funny how we share the same last name. Must be some second cousin twice removed schtick. Never did climb my family tree to get to know the names listed on the branches.”
So someone that was like her but in male form was running around? She so wanted to meet him and see if he was just as gorgeous as she is. Plus it would mean knowing what she would of looked like being born a male. Now that her eyes adjusted she was able to see Taskmaster in all his glory. The mask was still making him mysterious but that armor made her wonder if his body was that muscular underneath.
“Dunno. I fell asleep during a movie and suddenly it was like my life was like someone changed the channel on me. You would so not believe the crap from my time. Maybe you would as people aren't that different here than there. Just not the same route and no one is bribing you with peach cobbler and Shepard’s pie casserole,” she said while pacing around the room while doing weird hand gestures.
Stopping in her tracks, she narrowed her eyes at him. “Pah! You weren't defeated at all! So you ain't getting any time with my girls. Not unless you pay me as I need money for my bills. This girl is not going without her shows. Or we can settle this by killing your client and robbing him blind.” 'The abs!' 'Girl, you forgot to bribe with seeing his abs as he can clearly see our abs.'
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Feb 7, 2013 1:48:55 GMT -5
"I stabbed you, very hard, with the intent to kill you.. and you literally walked away from it. That is defeat, Wanda."
Still, the more he talked to her the more it became obvious she acted just like Wade did. The two of them were practically twins, crazy psycho super healing jackass twins. She made a passing comment about killing his clients and robbing them blind.. and that, that appealed to him more than he thought. To be fair, they did leave out a lot of information about this particular mark. They didn't tell him who she was, or that she was pretty much the Highlander without the head weakness. They broke the rules first, and making friends with Wanda could pay off in the future. Pending that you could get them to work together, being able to call in two Deadpools as backup would be great.
The mentally exhausted killer slapped the sofa cushion beside him. "Have a seat, Wanda. If we're gonna talk business, we need to be sitting.. because I don't think I can stand for awhile." It was an interesting situation that had been dropped onto his lap. If he played his cards right.. this would all end in his favor, with an extra ace in the whole. After all, the only real friend Tony had was Wade.. maybe he could make that double to two friends with Wanda.
"My names Tony, professionally known as Taskmaster. I am the cream of the crop when it comes to contract work in this world, sweetheart. Wade has his moments, but people pay extra for a real professional touch." his next words had been weighed carefully before he went on. To make a partnership work, you had to display that you were really invested in it.. show your hand, kind of deal. "Like you and Wade have your healing power, I've got my own special skill. Ya see, anything I see I can perfectly mimic within the realm of human movement and capabilities. I can learn to fight like anyone, to walk like anyone.. even to talk like them. It's this ability that makes me damned good at my job."
Concluding his verbal show and tell, he lazily turned his head to the side, facing his new potential ally. "There you have it, me in a nutshell. You got anything you feel like spilling before we get down to business?"
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 7, 2013 2:11:37 GMT -5
“But it still hurt!” she whined. Sure the pain was gone now and her wound was healed. Still did not mean she was immune to pain. Besides things were getting interesting. “So you can't just call it quits in the middle of a fight. Poor sportsmanship on your part. Unless you just don't like hitting women. Sorry to tell you but I hit back just as hard as any guy in a fight, so no need to go all soft on me, sugar bear.”
Clearly a beating would have been fun to take even if it wasn't considered foreplay for something else. Sure she tasted some blood a few minutes ago but that was nothing. At least she was used to it with her monthly visitor on losing blood. “I didn't even shoot you. I don't even think my knife worked, so why are you so tired for? Speaking of shooting.” Wanda walked over to the wall near the couch and touched a small hole. She ended up giggling. “Well look at that it actually went through the wall. Cheap hotel. I knew I should of gotten the Presidential suite package.”
At the sound of his name she arched a brow. “Tony, eh? Not like Anthony for a long name? Just Tony?” She was told to sit down for them to keep up the proposition of killing the client. At least it seemed to be heading in that direction but with every card on the table. Like hell! She knew he would be hiding something from her. All men do. 'Filthy pigs!' 'But we can't deny some of them are so sexy though. Bow-chika-wow-wow.'
“I admit that is a pretty neat sounding power. Too bad you can't change your body to match the voice! You know how wicked sweet that would be? But that totes confuses people at any rate,” she said while taking a seat. In Taskmaster's lap. 'He did not say couch.' 'Maaayyybbbbeee he hasn't seen a real woman up close in awhile....'
Tapping her chin, she thought of what to tell him. It could have been about anything. Although if this Wade guy was like her twin then he knew a lot already. “Well, I do like doing girly things if this Wade guy doesn't do them. Like makeovers and watching romcoms and soaps. Otherwise ain't got anything else to tell that isn't already known. Now how about that client? Is he in this state?” Wanda really did not feel like traveling all over the world just for one guy. At least not today she didn't.
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Feb 7, 2013 2:26:47 GMT -5
"Sportsmanship? Honey, I'm a realist. No matter how many times I cut you, you won't die, right? I just don't wanna waste my energy is all, an undecided draw from shock is fine by me.. and I'm not physically tired. Realizing how alike you and Wade are just scares the hell out of me."
Tony didn't have much more time to think. Before he knew it he found himself with the plump rump of Lady D herself on his lap. What a spot to be in, one minute she is shooting down his playful gestures, the next minute this. Really, every second made it easier to decide between his client and her. Taskmaster wasn't hurting for money, he was hurting for allies.
She liked soaps? That was something, more than he had on Wades personal hobbies, if nothing else, and he'd known him for a long time now. Tony made no effort to move her from his lap, instead he just accepted it, even eye balled her figure up close a bit from behind the safety of his mask. After all, she did wear a skin tight suit, and just sort of displayed it there literally right in front of him. Still, even toying with him like this, she cut straight to the chase. She really wanted to nip this whole bounty thing in the bud..
"In state? Toots, who do you think I am? I know what hotel they're staying in. They don't think I scouted them first, I'm not supposed to know where they are till they tell me to meet them there. Really though.. I'm the Taskmaster, they're tools if they think they can hide from me two blocks down." he boasted, shrugging a bit at the notion of common criminals outsmarting him. "..and hey, if you ever want a rematch, we'll just have to place a wager or two and I'd be game. For tonight though, we both gotta save our energy.. ..for killing the clients, I mean."
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 7, 2013 3:06:38 GMT -5
She just rolled her eyes from under her mask at him. Really? Did he think she'd believe that? “I'm sure there's a ton my crazies out there than just me and this guy you keep talking about. So it can't be that shocking. Unless someone is dressed up like a hobo clown and has an octopus face that spits ink at you. I take that back. I would so keep them as a pet! Be my little octo-hobo clown and I'd train them to be like a vicious attack dog,” she said with a smile.
Now if only there was such a thing walking around! As deranged as it sounds she did find the mental image to be totally adorable. Especially with it being a little person than someone being as tall or taller than her. 'Mmmm. Too bad this armor isn't coming off.' 'What time is it?' Wanda blinked at the voice in her head. Both were dead on as she would of liked to feel up his muscles but time was important. One of her shows should be coming on soon.
“And this moron was about to make me miss it!” she said out loud and flung herself off of the couch and towards the television. Hastily turning it on and flipping through the channels with the remote. As far as she knew every program was roughly the same that she was used to in her universe. Stopping on the channel, she sat down near the television. “He's so dreamy! None of these hoes deserve him,” she added as The Bachelor came on.
'I think Tony was talking.' 'Shhh! Must see what these dimwits would do to get the guy to kiss them. I'd probably do better.' “Yeah, yeah. After this we can hunt them down. I have plenty of energy to kill,” she said while waving her hand in his direction in a dismissive fashion. “No, Sean, can't you see she's a treacherous backstabber! Ugh! What I wouldn't give to lick chocolate syrup and hot sauce off of your abs. Since you're both sweet and spicy!” Now all she needed was a bowl of popcorn or big fattening sandwich while watching this. Sadly no food in the room meant she couldn't have a snack with the show.
Wanda laid down on her stomach while kicking her legs in the air as the show progressed. Occasionally yelling out wicked slanders about each woman she hated, which was all of them, and drooling over the guy the show is based on. Pretty much forgetting that Tony had tried to kill her moments ago and is sitting right behind her in the room.
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Post by Tony "Taskmaster" Masters on Feb 7, 2013 19:04:26 GMT -5
Her Wade was showing.
Wanda's "origin" story was undecipherable.. to just be in one place then appear in another. It wasn't like it was impossible though, weirder things had happened.. in recent history, even. Taking her story at face value was all he could do in the end. Trusting her was all he could manage in addition.
People like Wanda and Wade were easy for Tony to work with, easy to get along with. They had that silent understanding that they all enjoyed their line of work, and wanted to keep doing it. Sure they were crazy and more than a little bit unstable.. but that was something you could count on. It wasn't like they could throw you off with their antics once you got used to it, generally speaking, Tony knew what bribes and situations would turn Wade. He only assumed it would work on Wanda too.
Lady Deadpool rested on her stomach to watch her shows, blurting out lines like typical fans did. A desperate sigh escaped from under the skeletal mask as Tony flopped down on the couch. Laying with his back on the cushions and his legs hanging over the arms.. he rested. Rested his mind to prepare it for the idea of two Deadpools to sink in. "Let me know when you're ready to do this.. no rush, they ain't gonna leave until I call them either way." he added, before accepting the situation silently.
There was no need to rush her, it was kind of endearing actually, seeing her behave like this. It was normal to act like that, seeing her kicking her feet up in the air almost made him forget how crazy she was. Wade was like that too, he had his moments.. sort of. As much of a scene as he made about another deadpool, Tony was happy. Wade had been his only true friend for more than a few months, in and out of contracts - Wade understood him. Taskmaster would be lying if he said the idea of two friends like that didn't make him little bit happy.
..he could live without the crazy though, but killers can't be choosers.
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Post by Wanda "Lady Deadpool" Wilson on Feb 8, 2013 1:46:27 GMT -5
“Scripted or not. These women should just all out cat fight. Half of them really want to. You can see it in their eyes!” said Wanda during a commercial break. She got up off the floor to stretch out then pulled out her knife once again. “If I was there I would so shank those bitches and kidnap the guy away from that stupid house.” She began to flail around in the room with knife in hand as if she were killing people.
Suddenly she miscalculated a move and ended up stabbing herself in the forearm. 'Well there goes not ruining our costume anymore.' 'Shh! It's back on!' As the show came back on, Wanda plopped down on the floor with the knife still in her arm. Sure she was feeling pain but wasn't bothered to fix the problem until it ended. With five minutes left, a knock sounded on the door. Snarling, Wanda got up and went over to see who it was.
“I swear to God that you'll see him soon! Making miss the ending to my show.” She yanked the knife out of her arm and looked through the peephole to see who is outside. As soon as they said “Hotel Security” she knew they were screwed. She didn't even bother to listen to why they were there. At her door. In the middle of the night.
“I'm so glad I packed light on this trip,” she said as she ran into the bedroom to grab whatever weapons she didn't have on her. Her seemingly magical pouches were put to use. Mainly ammunition for her guns. Never know when you'll run out of bullets! 'Did the door just unlock?' 'Move it, fat ass!'
“My ass is not fat,” she muttered to herself. No time to admire it to see if it was getting fat. “Time to move! The popos are here and the real ones might be on the way. So let's go get those fascists clients of yours. I don't feel like taking the front door right now.” Wanda ran at the nearest window and forced herself through the glass. Free falling a few stories was nothing to her.
While in midair she flipped her body around so that she could land on her feet but try to end in a roll. Somehow that didn't work out as planned as her body weight and the weight of the weapons caused one of her ankles to snap as she was starting to go into a roll. “Owie! Not as planned. Not as planned!” she yelled as she got to her feet and began to hobble away. Finding a place to hide so she can heal before anything else could go wrong.
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