Post by deadpool on Aug 29, 2006 13:56:52 GMT -5
Durham.
The city was all old school majestic beauty, overlooked by a great cathedral. It held a remarkable charm, both town and church… a charm that was slightly ruined as Deadpool and William puttered along it’s streets in a Motorcycle with side-car.
William drove the bike, of course, DP was in the side with a half-eaten ice-cream cone… though oddly his mask was still down.
The bike puttered to a stop, and as it did so saw Deadpool munching beneath the mask, and brushing his hands off, no sign of the food. He hopped out, taking a look around.
“Well… place looks nice and all, but were are the casino’s, strip clubs and seedy pubs? This is hardly the same British city I envisioned based off of absolutely no evidence, photography, or literature… now I’m just plum disappointed.” He said, taking a look around and scratching his head.
“Sir, I believe the town’s value comes from it’s- ” William began
“Women! So right you are, I’m sure.” DP cut him off. “Very well, in lieu of finding my swords, I’ll make sure to scout the babes.”
“Perhaps it’d be best if we went to the Cathedral sir… isn’t that where the old lady told you to go?”
“Yeah yeah… hey, wasn’t there some rough’n’tumble place we heard about called the Fighting Cocks? And yes, William, you dirty bastard I get any stupid joke you’ll make about the name… Jeeez, have a little class, will ya?”
“I shall try to restrain myself, sir.” William said with a roll of the eyes.
Deadpool had wondered across the street, still in full leather and mask. People looked at him strangely as he did so, and he waved at them trying to blend in… though suddenly he froze in his tracks.
“Blimey not again!” he said, staring at an approaching couple. The man was bald, the woman with dark red hair. Somehow he had the sneaking suspicion she could skewer him with an arrow… none the less, he knew what meeting them would mean.
He dashed across the street, diving over the motorcycle and hiding behind a trashcan. He watched them walk by, William staring between him and them with a befuddled look on his face.
“Jeezu…” Deadpool said with a shudder. “That was close. Two at one time… I think I could’ve just destroyed existence, William.”
“What the devil are you talking about, sir?”
“EXISTENCE!!!” DP emphatically repeated, as if it should explain everything.
“oh. Of course, sir.” William said with a defeated sigh. “So? The Cathedral?”
“No… no, I think we’ve worn out our welcome here, Morgan Freeman from Driving Miss Daisy.” Deadpool said, so spooked he couldn’t come up with the character’s name to call William. “I’ve a feeling we should get moving now… before it’s too late. For even Deadpool’s mighty regeneration can only protect him from some things!”
Suddenly he went silent, then slowly turned to look at the camera.
“Holy shit… I just reverted to 1980’s comic character, third person self-mentioning of powers didn’t I?”
“Mr. Wilson,” William said. “Might I add that this is the most useless stop so far. In fact, I have no idea why we even passed through here – you’re not even going to go to the Cathedral.”
DP sighed, and shook his head sadly at William. “It’s called a segue, Morgan Freeman from Driving Miss Daisy. A segue. Basically I’m here because I said I’d come here… trust me, we’re gonna get PLENTY of action in North America. I’m New York City bound, and I have a sneaking suspicion there will be plenty to do. Plus that old gypsy lady clearly said: ‘When you get to NYC, you’ll have plenty to do.’ – she even gave me a huge list of people I should contact.”
The manservant just shrugged, and revved up the engine again. Deadpool got back in, and looked around.
“Still, I feel like I should’ve at least robbed a bank while I was here in Europe.” He shrugged. “Oh well, let’s get goin’.”
The city was all old school majestic beauty, overlooked by a great cathedral. It held a remarkable charm, both town and church… a charm that was slightly ruined as Deadpool and William puttered along it’s streets in a Motorcycle with side-car.
William drove the bike, of course, DP was in the side with a half-eaten ice-cream cone… though oddly his mask was still down.
The bike puttered to a stop, and as it did so saw Deadpool munching beneath the mask, and brushing his hands off, no sign of the food. He hopped out, taking a look around.
“Well… place looks nice and all, but were are the casino’s, strip clubs and seedy pubs? This is hardly the same British city I envisioned based off of absolutely no evidence, photography, or literature… now I’m just plum disappointed.” He said, taking a look around and scratching his head.
“Sir, I believe the town’s value comes from it’s- ” William began
“Women! So right you are, I’m sure.” DP cut him off. “Very well, in lieu of finding my swords, I’ll make sure to scout the babes.”
“Perhaps it’d be best if we went to the Cathedral sir… isn’t that where the old lady told you to go?”
“Yeah yeah… hey, wasn’t there some rough’n’tumble place we heard about called the Fighting Cocks? And yes, William, you dirty bastard I get any stupid joke you’ll make about the name… Jeeez, have a little class, will ya?”
“I shall try to restrain myself, sir.” William said with a roll of the eyes.
Deadpool had wondered across the street, still in full leather and mask. People looked at him strangely as he did so, and he waved at them trying to blend in… though suddenly he froze in his tracks.
“Blimey not again!” he said, staring at an approaching couple. The man was bald, the woman with dark red hair. Somehow he had the sneaking suspicion she could skewer him with an arrow… none the less, he knew what meeting them would mean.
He dashed across the street, diving over the motorcycle and hiding behind a trashcan. He watched them walk by, William staring between him and them with a befuddled look on his face.
“Jeezu…” Deadpool said with a shudder. “That was close. Two at one time… I think I could’ve just destroyed existence, William.”
“What the devil are you talking about, sir?”
“EXISTENCE!!!” DP emphatically repeated, as if it should explain everything.
“oh. Of course, sir.” William said with a defeated sigh. “So? The Cathedral?”
“No… no, I think we’ve worn out our welcome here, Morgan Freeman from Driving Miss Daisy.” Deadpool said, so spooked he couldn’t come up with the character’s name to call William. “I’ve a feeling we should get moving now… before it’s too late. For even Deadpool’s mighty regeneration can only protect him from some things!”
Suddenly he went silent, then slowly turned to look at the camera.
“Holy shit… I just reverted to 1980’s comic character, third person self-mentioning of powers didn’t I?”
“Mr. Wilson,” William said. “Might I add that this is the most useless stop so far. In fact, I have no idea why we even passed through here – you’re not even going to go to the Cathedral.”
DP sighed, and shook his head sadly at William. “It’s called a segue, Morgan Freeman from Driving Miss Daisy. A segue. Basically I’m here because I said I’d come here… trust me, we’re gonna get PLENTY of action in North America. I’m New York City bound, and I have a sneaking suspicion there will be plenty to do. Plus that old gypsy lady clearly said: ‘When you get to NYC, you’ll have plenty to do.’ – she even gave me a huge list of people I should contact.”
The manservant just shrugged, and revved up the engine again. Deadpool got back in, and looked around.
“Still, I feel like I should’ve at least robbed a bank while I was here in Europe.” He shrugged. “Oh well, let’s get goin’.”