Wade 'Deadpool' Wilson (
mouthy_merc) wrote2008-04-20 02:56 pm
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Dallas, Texas - Sunday Morning
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"...Cable and I fought. I shot him a few times... I should've had him." Lucas Bishop stood by Forge's side in the medbay, a slight frustrated tremble in his tone. Besides Forge lay Madrox; back at home, at the mansion, no doubt no small amount of others. Funny how these things always worked out that way. |
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"Don't beat yourself up, Lucas..." Scott pressed his fingers against the side of Forge's bed. His mouth set in a contemplative scowl. "Just tell us what happened." |
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"Just as I was abou to grab the kid, the Marauders 'ported in," Bishop continued, "And it all went to hell, Scott, I don't know how else to describe it. By the time I came to, they were all gone. Even Cable, though I doubt they took him with them." |
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"Not likely." Scott's arms crossed. He let the facts roam around in his mind, finding easy commands to fit them. "This isn't over yet, Lucas. I'm not giving up. And I'm going to need anyone still upright." He brushed a hand over his cowl. He had to think fast, and he had to think fast now... "Emma. Contact the Cuckoos; tell them to lock onto the Marauders." Scott's stalk brought him across the room. "And tell them to try to find Cable, too. He's done too much damage already. We need to shut him down." |
"Oh sure, trust the guy who in no way would betray you like a certain Cajun about the Nate situation," Deadpool said from his spot in the doorway. He was practicing his casual lean and snark. And doing rather well if he said so himself. "Am I the only one with serious questions about this? Really? Come on! You're like his family, I'm the guy who shot him in the head a lot!" |
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Oh. Deadpool. Now who'd let him loose? Scott's posture shifted only slightly; his back was all he should give Deadpool, right now. There were far more important things to focus on... "We're done fighting on two fronts," he snapped, "And I'm still a little fuzzy on what you're doing here." He should've never listened to Theresa about this. |
"Well... for one, your little buddies are too busy posturing and making important statements to remember I'm around." A beat. "And I think Hepzibah has taken a liking to Arashi. Foxes just seem to adore him..." | |
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Scott brought his hand up to his forehead, pressing thumb and forefinger to the cowl. Just above the visor. It was a very communicative motion. "I don't have time for you," he said. "X-Force. Go with Bishop. Take his ship. It's faster than the Blackbird..." And with that, Deadpool was dismissed. |
"Hey, remember that time you hired me to help kill Nate?" Deadpool grinned cheerfully. "My point about trusting him still stands." Not that you could trust him with non-world savey crap. But... you know. |
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"And I still don't trust either of you. Move out." Mutants poured out of the room, Scott at the helm. He'd leave one or two around the premises to keep an eye on Deadpool. He had bigger problems. He didn't notice the other figure that had taken up lurking in the back. |
"He looks constipated," Deadpool commented, maybe to the lurking figure. "I think he's going for the whole in control leader look, but it just seems constipated to me." A beat. "And he lost his neck." |
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"Common problems." Xavier pulled himself up out of his seat, walking across the room with quiet steps. "Deadpool. We need to speak." |
Deadpool eyed him for a moment. "Fine, but if this ends with me having another evil twin, I am so leaving." | |
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"I recently received a message from a friend," and Xavier seemed to have ignoring the babble down pretty well. It was probably all of that exposure to the Summers clan. "Asking me for two things. My help..." If there was any amusement at all in his mind at the next statement, he was doing a good job of not communicating it. "And to 'tell Wade I said hi'." Maybe a little amusement. Of the kind most grave. |
Nothing about Deadpool's features changed for a moment. "Lemme hunt up the husband and kid." A beat. "Not my kid, but she is all kid-like." |
[[OOC: Preplayed with the wonderful
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