001 - A New Challenger Approaches

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool arrives in the plane, notices his change in surroundings.]

Hm. That can't be good.

[His thoughts turn to vague memories of a shop and two twins.]

Last time I fall asleep during a Stephen King marathon. Those kids from "The Shining" give me nightmares every time. Not as bad as the Olsen Twins, though...

[He begins to ascertain his location.]

Hm... I'm getting... crossover vibes? Maybe it's another event. Nah. Definitely seems like this place isn't a world I'm familiar with. I'm communicating in text form without yellow boxes or bubbles. So cold.

[A startling revelation comes to him.]

Oh no... fan fiction!? I can only take so much! Listen, you, my other writers were important paid people. You on the other hand are just some bored college student with too much free time. I could kill you if I needed to.

[Trust me, this will be fun. Besides, you're not doing anything until your next series starts up anyway.]

Well... I suppose I have some time to kill. And I guess I would probably just end up watching most of these guys on Cartoon Network anyway.

[There's also a bar over there.]

Hm... OK. I trust you for now. But if I end up sleeping with one of those dudes who look like chicks, you're a dead man.

[Deadpool heads into the bar where he is astonished to find a very colorful cast of characters, some of which he recognizes from his time watching TV in Japan, though he can't place most of them. He slides up a part of his mask so that he may take a drink. His disfigured face is partially revealed for the duration. He has a seat and begins looking for someone to offer him a... warmer welcome.]

I think I like the way you make me think, sir.

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[mercwamouth]

Hey! You can't call me predictable! I'm edgy! See!

[Draws his sword]

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Facepalm]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

I wasn't talking about you laddie. I'm sure your the king's own Champion when it comes to being cracked clear through the center.

[mercwamouth]

I can tell I'm gonna like you.

Name's Deadpool. Merc with a mouth. And you would be... don't tell me... leading lady from "Brigadoon"?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

I've no notion what 'Brigadoon' might be, I'm no lady [fff goddamn dress], and no part of a Player's troupe, either. Aniki Forfrysning. I'm a rusher myself. Mercenary, as none hear seem to know the term.

[mercwamouth]

You're a man.

...

[Hey, don't look at me, I thought he was a girl too.]

I'll let it slide this time...

So... rusher? That sounds... interesting?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[FACEPALMING AGAIN.] No, I'm not a man lad. I take it you've not got nobility where you're from, either.

[mercwamouth]

...

So you're a noble... thing?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Hands on hips and glaring.] Can you hold a thought in that fractured nob longer than half a minute? I'm not a lady, nor would I wish the fate on anyone I know.

[mercwamouth]

...I think I finally understand what it must be like to talk to me.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Massaging her forehead] Shall we try this over again, lad? Aniki Forfrysning. Mercenary.

[mercwamouth]

Ah, hello Aniki. Kay, so you're a mercenary too? Good. Any good work around here? People who have it coming? I'm itchin' for some action. I usually don't go on talking this much without punching something.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Finds a bottle of whiskey and pours herself a glass.] I don't work here, lad. I work back home in Corus.

[mercwamouth]

What, is this your vacation home?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Takes a swig and gives a very dry smile.] Oh aye, just in the midst of a re-building. Damnable Scanran raiders made the floor disappear again.

[mercwamouth]

I don't think I understood a word you said, and I can't tell if it's your accent or my ignorance. But damn do you make whatever it is you're talking about sound cool.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Sighs, briefly considering asking why making something SOUND cold would be a good thing. She decides against it.] Probably a bit of both. I'm to take it then, from the fact you've no notion where Corus is or what Scanrans are, that you're not from my world.

Though I suppose I could've drawn so much from what you're wearing.

[mercwamouth]

Hey! My style is all the rage back home! Tight leather and masks have been in since the 50's!

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

Style be damned, it's daft if you want to fight with ease.

[mercwamouth]

I'll have you know that fighting with ease was the third-most important objective in this suit's design!

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

The first being to make yourself a target, the second being to make yourself look a fool?

[mercwamouth]

...

I totally left myself open for that one didn't I?

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[(Mock)comforting shoulder pat]

[mercwamouth]

You win this round, Aniki. You win... this round.

[Maniacal laughter]