014 - Or Forever Hold Your... Peace? (Experiment End)

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool is flipping through his notebook (given to him by Diva) writing out one-liners so that he could maintain his comedic timing.

[Though his efforts are pointless, because his experiment is now over and he can talk.

[He just hasn't realized it yet.]

[DAMN IT! I'm running out of pages!]

[Maybe if you didn't write in all caps.]

[But I thought writing in all caps is supposed make me sound important...]

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Ah~ Deadpool still can't talk? That's too bad...

[mercwamouth]

[Flips through his notebook to a page that says:]

THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!

[Deadpool looks at it and widens his eyes]

[Whoops, wrong one]

[Flips again.]

YEAH

[madamemoiselle]

{That makes her laugh a little}

Ne, you ran out of room? I can get you another if you'd really like.

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool waves his hand and pulls out a Gideon Bible from his back pocket. He opens to a random back page and writes in marker:]

I GOT IT COVERED

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, what is that, though? Wouldn't another pad be easier?

[mercwamouth]

THIS HAS WAY MORE PAGES.

[madamemoiselle]

If you're sure.

{Subject change time!} Ne, but I'm back to normal, as you can see. Thank you for the pizza, again. I really enjoyed it, so I'll remember that taste.

[mercwamouth]

YOU WERE NORMAL LAST TIME TO. I NOTICED I WAS JUST A LITTLE BUSY.

[madamemoiselle]

Was I really? Ne, that's embarrassing, then!

{She laughs a little} I must be getting too old. But the "days" here, they kind of blend together anyways, so I guess it's not so bad.

Oh, has it been hard for Wade at home, though? I mean, since you can't talk. I couldn't imagine what I'd do if this had happened to me instead.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ah, what was that old song? The Sound of Silence?

[mercwamouth]

[He pulls out a Gideon Bible and a black marker and scribbles on a page:]

OXYMORON

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley reflexively takes a step back]

Yes, I know. How long has it been, now?

[mercwamouth]

A WEEK

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a smirk]

Must be agony for you. If you're lucky it won't last as long as Henrietta's did.

[mercwamouth]

THAT FINALLY OVER?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Mm, finally. If I never have to deal with another teenager again it'll still be too soon.

[mercwamouth]

DOES HENRY GROW UP? YKNOW SINCE SHES A CYBORG?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[because Lucy can always take a moment out of her time, no matter how busy, to bother Deadpool]

I see you're still tolerable. Though you've horrible penmanship, I hope you know.

[mercwamouth]

[Writes on his notepad:]

I HOPE YOU KNOW PENS CAN BE SHARP AND IT THAT WAY I HAVE EXCELLENT PENMENSHIP.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[mock laughter] Oh my. Are you threatening me with a pen, dear? How terribly childish. Besides, you'll get ink on my suit. That would be just dreadful.

[mercwamouth]

OR WORSE YOULL GET BLOOD ON MY PEN.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

I highly doubt you're capable enough to hit me with such a tiny object. [eyes flicker down briefly, then back to his eyes] No matter how much practise you might have with that sort of instrument.

[mercwamouth]

[ZING! The pen zooms forward, grazing Lucy's hair, letting loose a few locks. The pen continues traveling into the distance. Deadpool then takes out a black marker and writes:]

GUESS YOUR RIGHT.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[that ... actually surprises her and she stares at him, stunned, one hand delicately touching her hair where the pen zoomed past] Are you mad?

[mercwamouth]

WHEN YOURE AROUND? USUALLY.