013 - Lucky Thirteen (Experiment Start)

[mercwamouth]

[[Experiment start]]

[Experiment? What do you mean experi--]

[Why aren't I talking?]

[...]

...

[...Oh you fuckers. Fix this now or I find you and rip your vocal cords out. And then use them as shoelaces. I assume you can.]

[Great. Now I have to listen to this without the comfort of knowing everyone within earshot felt my pain.]

[Don't worry, if I find those Twins, they'll be feeling more than enough pain to make up for it.]

Comments

[mercwamouth]

[Hatehatehatehatehate...]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[and she grins even wider. my, Deadpool, you do such wonderful things for her spirits]

Splendid! You should make a habit of this. It's particularly charming on someone like you.

[mercwamouth]

[God, so many one-liner retorts could be made to that sentence and I can't even make a bad one.]

[This must be what Hell is like.]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[I'm certain there's going to be some sort of retribution for this later, but for now, Lucy just laughs and pats Deadpool's cheek condescendingly]

Do try and keep up the good work, dear. You're doing a wonderful job.

[mercwamouth]

[Killkillkillkillkillkill... can't... kill. Diva likes her and she's married to the Master/Prime Minister. Oh, but... Just... you... wait you... insert insult here!]

[Look, I get you don't want to waste your good insults on inner monologue--]

[Dialogue.]

[Whatever. Still, I have to listen to it, so could you at least try?]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I'm sure Diva much prefers you this way. You might actual give her a chance to talk now. She has such a lovely voice, don't you agree? [smug smug smug] Oh, you don't need to answer. I can just tell.


[ooc; I am dying of laughter, just to let you know. I am so hoping something comes of this when he gets his voice back.]

[mercwamouth]

[Actually... there she has a point.]

[What? Are you saying I don't listen to Diva?]

[Well, you do, but then you talk. And then you don't stop.]

[You're not supposed to side with fussy-britches! You're me!]

[Well, she made a valid point.]

[Fuck you. I'll set both of you on fire.]

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

Well, this has been an absolutely splendid chat, but I really must be going. We should do this again some time.

[and one more condescending pat and a laugh before she walks off]

[mercwamouth]