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Post by deadpool on Dec 9, 2006 21:54:14 GMT -5
Deadpool was completely blacked out. No dreams. No thoughts. Nothing. Anyone on the outside world could only determine, and would be completely accurate in doing so, that he was completely dead.
Death was something that was incredibly elusive to Wade Wilson. He was fairly certain that should he be atomized, he’d probably die. But just about anything short of that would not do the trick.
However in these cases, where he is clinically dead, dreams do suddenly come back to him when his heart starts to beat once more. Those dreams, the post-death dreams, are the most vivid, lucid and completely chaotic dreams imaginable.
As Juggernaut dumped him unceremoniously onto the cold floor in Pyro’s office, he was in the middle of one such dream. He didn’t wake just quite yet…
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Post by Pyro on Dec 10, 2006 12:24:20 GMT -5
For his part, Pyro didn't turn up in his office for a good twenty minutes and when he did, he was so preoccupied with the book he was reading that he didn't notice the prone body in the corner of his office. He'd not seen Juggernaut; the big man had gone looking for him, but he'd gone the opposite direction.
The young man flopped down in his office chair, propped his feet up on the desk and continued reading the book, another of the ones he'd recovered from downstairs in Magneto's former office. This particular one was an account of Auschwitz and it was leaving him feeling cold beyond belief.
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Post by deadpool on Dec 10, 2006 14:35:46 GMT -5
Slowly consciousness did return to Deadpool, and as he lay still for a moment, trying to shake off the terrible dreams of his recovery, he didn’t move a stitch. When he felt aware enough to actually move again, he did finally sit up.
“Ooohhh my head. I fell like I just went to a Paris Hilton party. No, I’m not puking. Maybe a Nicki Hilton party.”
He shook his head clear, and looked around. Spotting Pyro, he offered a little wave.
“Howdy.”
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Post by Pyro on Dec 10, 2006 16:02:50 GMT -5
John Allerdyce wasn't equipped to deal with sudden shocks and not for the first time, the chair went over backwards taking him with it. He gathered his wits about him surprisingly quickly, however, and sprang to his feet, a ball of flame instantly in his hand from the flame glove.
"Who," he said, keeping his voice as even as he could possibly manage. "the hell are you? More to the point, what the fuck are you doing in my office?"
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Post by deadpool on Dec 11, 2006 18:25:37 GMT -5
Deadpool shook his head, clearing the final bits of fuzz, and slowly got to his feet. He brushed his legs off, and looked around. Notably he had an impressive arsenal of guns and blades on his person, yet he didn’t make move for a single one.
He nodded to Pyro, recognition forming in his milky eyes. “Holy crap, you’re John Allerdyce. Pyro. Hmmm… since that first guy I met was Juggernaut, that can only mean this is the Brotherhood’s Headquarters!”
He laughed in surprise. “Oh awesome! Hey, I’m good friends with Leni… err, Mystique – is she here? Oh wait, I’m sorry, kinda rude of me not to introduce myself. Name’s Deadpool, I’m a mercenary. I’m actually here to find a couple of swords that I lost. A mutant fortune teller told me they could be in these series of locations, right, and this was one of them… so here I am. Juggernaut punched my head in, and probably assumed I’d be dead. In fact, I probably was dead. I can only imagine he must have dropped my body here for you to notice. Uhhh, yeah. Don’t torch me, I’ll even give you a discount on my services! And again, I’m a friend of Mystique’s!”
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Post by Pyro on Dec 13, 2006 13:42:00 GMT -5
Pyro backed down the flame, but only marginally. His eyes narrowed in deep suspicion at the man calling himself 'Deadpool'. "Can't say as Mystique has ever mentioned you to me," he said, his tone almost conversational. All the while he was sizing up his own options here. If Juggernaut had, as the other man said, punched his head in - and he was still walking - clearly he wasn't going to be an easy opponent if it came down to a one-on-one.
Let's not let it get to that.
"Yes, I'm Pyro," he said, his hand still levelled. "And I won't 'torch' you if you don't do anything to warrant it. There's no swords here, I can tell you that - unless they're out in the jungle. And you're more than welcome to search there if you want to. As long as you have nothing against vicious carnivores, that is."
A friend of Mystique's?
Pyro's 'I Really Don't Trust This Person' senses were tingling.
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Post by deadpool on Dec 13, 2006 17:42:21 GMT -5
Deadpool nodded, and finished brushing himself off and readjusting his mask. “No sweat, Pyro my man. I don’t mind vicious carnivores at all – I’m Republican.”
He carefully reached into his chest pocket, moving slowly so as not to provoke Pyro, and showing him that he meant it to be obvious. With caution, he withdrew one of his cards – Red and black on the front, a logo based on his mask, and on the back scribbled in pen was Bea_Arthur_Fan@yahoo.com. He handed it over, then realized that the intense young mutant probably wouldn’t take it, so he sat it on the desk.
“Well, I’ll know when the swords are around, I’ve got sort of a sense for em’. It’s like when I get to the new places, I can just stay there for a bit and know whether or not they’re there… which is bizarre, even to me, and I feel like I’m just journeying for the sake of the journey, ya know? Like I’m a character in some bizarre plotline.”
He seemed to space out for a minute, thinking on the matter, then clear up and shrug. “Oh well. No big deal, I’ll just go ahead and keep on truckin! Did you know that Tony Danza has that as a tattoo? Anyway, I’m a bit disappointed that Mysty didn’t mention me to you, though. I guess our relationship is sort of intense and on-again off again, so it makes sense. In our lines of work you can never tell when you’ll bump into each other again, so it makes sense that she’d do her best to forget… but man, who could? Siberia… Chili… man we had some good times. We’ve known each other for more than twenty five years now.”
He waved a hand dismissingly. “Bah, old history. So, any chance I can enjoy the hospitality of your island? I’m starving. I promise I won’t go peeking into any rooms I’m not supposed to.”
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Post by Pyro on Dec 13, 2006 18:44:44 GMT -5
Pyro had been confused many times in his young life. When he'd first met Magneto, for example. When he had watched that same man walk away from the Cured Mystique. When he had found himself in the warehouse at NovaTeX without remembering how he had got there.
And now confronted by this...lunatic.
Oooooooo....K.
Pot calling the kettle black scenario.
He stood a little straighter. For some reason, he hated the fact that this...interloper...talked about Mystique. It set his teeth on edge. "I can't let you wander around, I'm afraid. I have no idea who you are or who you work for. You could be anybody. I need verification. You got another name, Mr Pool?"
Gill. Gill would know. Gill knew everything. Maybe it was part of his mutation. Or at least part of his ability to tap into any number of military and civilian databases.
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Post by deadpool on Dec 13, 2006 22:38:06 GMT -5
For once in a miraculously long time, Deadpool had ceased his non-stop chatter and was thinking for a moment. After a second or two of this, he shrugged. “What the hell, couldn't hurt for you to know. I mean, if you can't trust the leader of the Brotherhood, who can you trust? Those pesky protagonists? I don't think so. Name's Wade. Wade Wilson.”
He gave Pyro a wink.
“Though if you're going to do some research on the Kid, you should probably hit up the CIA's primary datafiles. My rap sheet there should still read like Jerry Bruckheimer and Tom Clancy's love child's brainstorming ideas.” He sounded proud. “Though I don't quite look the same since Stryker's little Weapon X bullshit turned me into the burger faced avenger. Sure there's the plus side of virtual immortality, but hey.”
He bent backwards and popped his back, which sounded a lot like someone breaking celery sticks.
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Post by Pyro on Dec 17, 2006 7:13:01 GMT -5
John didn't need to transmit this information to anybody. He knew that Gill would be watching via the camera over the door. "Wade Wilson, huh? Very...alliterative." The young man sat down in his chair again. "I suggest that you take a seat for a few minutes and tell me what you want or need from me. I'm pretty certain that we can't help you, but it's entirely possible that you could help us."
He put his feet back up on the desk and steepled his fingers under his chin.
"So. How do you know Mystique?"
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Post by deadpool on Dec 18, 2006 1:49:17 GMT -5
"Don't mind if I do." Deadpool said, sliding up a seat and sitting comfortably in it.
"So... how I met Blue. Ahhh, what a love story. So basically we met in Siberia. I was on a mission to steal these documents pertaining to some mutant cause or another from the soviets, right? So I was on this train, and I was almost there, and who would be there to stop me? Leni Zerber. Or Mystique, if you prefer. Raven Darkholme? Whatever. Anywho, we get in a scrap, and she beats the poo outta me for a while... we get knocked off the train, and have to survive with each other for a few days in the Siberian tundra. Romantic? It was! I felt like Hugh Grant in... well, any movie he was ever in about awkward romance. So basically any movie he was ever in. Oh so then she basically screws me over and leaves me to die. Man it was awesome. Since then we've had an on-off relationship. Nothing too serious, as I doubt either of us is ready to settle down."
Deadpool was leaned back in the chair, thumbs wrestling each other in his lap.
"Anyway, glad I can be here, it'd be nice to catch up with her. Last time we had a talk it got interrupted when she shot me in the face. Seemed a bit abrupt, so I'm hoping for something a bit more lengthy this time. Anyyywho, you think I can help you guys? I think you guys could help me out with some dinner. I also sort of feel like being social, so if I could just hang out for a bit it'd be awesome. Kick it old-skool with Blue."
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