DP road trip pt 4: Mary Street Encounter!

[deadpool]

“Now we're talking!” Deadpool said, stepping out of the classic Limo (the kind not stretched out,) with a wicker hat, hawaiian print shirt, and khaki's on over his normal leather outfit. Close inspection would reveal a white splotch of suntan lotion on the nose of his mask too. It was particularly out of place considering it was late August in Australia this time of year.

William stepped out behind him, sighing at his master's appearance. Of all the assholes he could've ended up spending his days with – why this chatterbox? Well, probably the money. Hell, it was the money. Deadpool paid ridiculously well.

So here they were, in the CBD of Brisbane, Australia, on another leg of the wild goose chase. On Mary Street.

“Yep. Mary Street.” Deadpool said, as if he could hear my narration. “What?” Huh?

DP shook his head, as if clearing something from his ears. His stupid hat nearly fell off. “Okay, Kato, we gotta figure out where it is we can go around here to look for my swords...”

He dug out a map, and laid it out on the hood of the Limo. William crowded with him over the map, and they murmured to each other about the details for a bit, thinking of possible places to search. The Old Gypsy had told Deadpool - aka Wade Wilson - of a series of places to search, in a particular order. This was the fourth stop... and it was a really vague set of search perimeters.


Finally DP's manservant looked up, narrowing his eyes at a couple of older teens heading down their side of the street. You see, it was no accident that led William to his particular job. He catered his services to mutants specifically (or in Deadpool's case, wannabe mutants.) He was one himself, having the simple yet handy ability to sense other mutants. He didn't know what they could do, but he could spot them immediately, and knew how powerful they were. He explained this to Deadpool in his interview – if you could call it that – and at the time pretty much threw the idea that the Merc was listening to anything he said out the window.

With another sigh, he tapped Wade on the shoulder, and nodded at the two that he'd noticed. “Sir. Those two are mutants. Not very powerful ones, but mutants none the less. Maybe Madam Fortune Teller meant you to find them?”

Wade looked at William for a minute, and cocked his head to the side. “You didn't actually believe anything that wacky old gypsy said, did you!?”

The manservant could only stare blankly at Deadpool... why the hell would they be out here if not for following the mysterious Fortune Telling Mutant's advice.

Then DP turned to look back at the two teens. “Mutants you say? Perhaps we will ask for some assistance.”

He strolled up to the pair, intercepting their path. “Excuse me guys, maybe you can give me a hand here...” he began.

[Nightingale]

They'd been bickering as they walked through the city, because Nat wanted him to come along and meet up with her french boyfriend, but all Read wanted to do was go to the Daily Planet and buy comics.

Yes, he was that type. Looked kinda geeky too, tall and skinny and pale, with dark hair and blue eyes that he couldn't seem to use to convince the ladies to go out with him. He'd thought that his luck with women might have changed after Angie disappeared, but apparently not - they all still thought he was long term boyfriend material, if they even considered the possibility that he could be more than a friend. Apparently, no-one wanted long term from a guy who spent most of his time staring at the tv. It was either that or spend all his time at the library - there was no point in actually buying books, words just jumped into his head, he read far too quickly for it to be economical.

Nat had managed to drag him down toward her meeting place, though - it was always the way, she always won - and she was jabbering at him in french, with him telling her very calmly in english to kiss his arse, when they were stopped by some guy in a... Was that full leather under the hawaiian shirt? Like, right up to a full leather mask that had... sunscreen on it?

"Someone's taken slip, slop, slap a bit far, I think." He elbowed his companion as the guy started talking. Nat looked him up and down, dark eyes scanning over the outfit and then back to Read with what was clearly amusement written all over her. Pushing a stray black curl behind one ear, the young woman whispered back, "Maybe he's a gimp."

At least she's speaking english.

"Sure, mate, what can we do you for?"

[deadpool]

“Awesome, awesome. You guys probably can’t help, but it’s always good to ask. We’re all mutants here, so that means we should probably get all sentimental with each other and cry about how we’re oppressed and misunderstood, maybe oil each other up and wrestle on some tarp. I dunno, whatever it is we do these days.” He said, gesturing vividly – though not excitedly – with his hands as he spoke.

He didn’t give them time to respond, though, just kept talking.

“So anyway, I was thinking since we all know the secret handshake – maybe I should ask you two happenin’ kids what the ups is. See, in that little Baltimore thing that went down – the fight thingy on TV? I lost two swords. Not just normal swords – but badass swords. We’re talkin’ like +4 swords here, at least.”

[Nightingale]

Nat turned to Read. "I'm sorry love, you're going to have to take this one - I'm not fluent in geek." She flashed the guy in the weird gimp suit a cheeky grin.

"Swords? +4 swords? There's a couple of swords for sale in Underworld Realm, I think, but they're not that cool." All that guff about them all being mutants and the secret handshake and... oil...? Well, it had all thrown Read a little.

"I didn't realise that anyone had been fighting with swords in Baltimore, I thought they were all throwing cars and making zombies and shit." His brow furrowed as he thought about what was probably the most obvious answer.

"But if you lost them in Baltimore... I mean, did you look in Baltimore? Why would they be over here?"

[deadpool]

“Do I look like a psychic old gypsy mutant lady to you? I don’t know why it’d be over here, I’m simply following the most obvious path…. Find a mutant who can locate stuff using shady, unprovable methods, and take her on her word. Bam, here I am – duh.”

He then scratched his head. “Underworld Realm? Isn’t that where Blackheart Rules? Or am I thinking of Mesphisto? Oh, and I didn’t quite make it to the news in Baltimore – I was in the building locked in an epic and well choreographed battle with Mystique.”

He looked around, then at his watch. “Okay. So, I’ll take your tips, and thanks for the advice… apparently your mutant powers are unhelpfulness and an amazing since of trivial timing. Which isn’t too bad, really. You could’ve ended up having fire for skin, or maybe an extra set of lungs on your face or something really bad. So just run with it, come up with some punny names, and start an Australian Avengers or something.”

[Nightingale]

"Right." Both of them had started to look at the guy as if they thought maybe he needed directions to the nearest looney bin, which - considering he'd shown up wearing sun gear over a leather suit - was a pretty interesting kind of expression.

"Underworld Realm is a goth shop down on Elizabeth street. Walk that way - it's up some stairs not far from Comics, etc." They backed away slowly, Nat mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like, 'I already have a punny name, you freak,' and kept walking down the street, casting furtive glances back at the strange mutant as they went. Once he was out of sight, Read thought that maybe it was him who needed to go to the looney bin - cause a guy that odd couldn't have been real.

[deadpool]

“Ah whippersnappers, gotta love em’” Deadpool said, brushing his hands off on each other. Considering their advice, he stared around at all the shops before deciding that he wasn’t feeling it. No, the swords were definitely not here.

So he took a few backwards steps, before turning and accidentally running into a girl, probably in her late teens or early twenties, who was wearing jeans and a purple t-shirt that oddly enough said 'The Weird Sisters' on the front.

Frowning, the girl shifted her handbag from one hand to the other and raised one hand up to scratch her head. "Uh, sorry. Do... Do I know you?" He looked very familiar, but she couldn't place where from. Tucking some of her long hair behind one ear, she raised her right eyebrow uncertainly.

"Uhhhh..." Apparently he'd strayed too far from where he was supposed to be. He gave William a nervous glance, then swallowed audibly. "no! No you don't know me, Kaylan - uh, Katie, uhhh... whoever you are!"

He made rapid hand gestures to William, shooshing him into the car.

"You must have me mistaken for... uhh, look, Peter Jackson!" DP pointed off across the street then booked it around the car. Instead of even opening the door, he merely dove through the window - his legs hanging out. "Drive, Kato! Drive!!!" He shouted, and the car peeled out, speeding down the street.

"... Alright." Still frowning, the girl kept walking. She was supposed to be meeting someone for Sushi Train, and she was late. As per usual. Blinking at the car that, incidentally was going the wrong way down a one way street, she simply shook her head and continued on her way. "Weirdo."

Meanwhile, in the Deadpoolmobile, DP turned to William. “You know what this means, right?”

William shrugged. “We’re going to get involved in another ridiculous scenario, which is not only incongruent with what I perceive as reality, but functionally outside of what many would consider ‘normal physics’?”

Deadpool blinked. “No, you idiot! It’s time to head to ASIA!!”