mouthy_merc | Muir Island, Monday Afternoon (Reply)

Deadpool	"--you know what? I really hate these massive crossover events," Deadpool whined, dodging a falling--well he thought it was a Marauder, but their roster changed so often, he could never be sure. "I miss when Fabian kept us the hell out of them!"
Cable	"Yeah, well..." Someone blasted the far wall inches past his head; Cable pulled his head lower, sagging his shoulders for the full effect. "--the more things change..."
Deadpool	Deadpool eyed him, snickering a little. It was easy to fall back into this in the moment. "I think I was doing more of the shooting at you when this was still going on..."
Cable	"Probably." Whatever follow-up banter wanted to bubble up would have to wait, as suddenly Cable found his path a little... obstructed. He pulled the baby close.
Bishop	"It all ends here, Cable!" Apparently Bishop had been taking lessons in how to be a proper evil foil. He pointed the gun at Cable. "The child dies!"
Deadpool	That would be about when Deadpool was made aware of a certain Predator. "...Nate, I think here would be a very bad place to be right now." A beat. "Oh, hey Bishop! How are things? Still betraying people? Fun times, man, fun times."
Cable	Move. He dearly hoped the telepathic call-out would connect (and, if not, that Wade would intuit the point). And, fluidly, silently, pulled a move he'd refer to as 'getting out of the way' if he wasn't a little busy doing just that much as the Predator came rampaging in his general direction.
Deadpool	Deadpool followed, covering Nate's back and shooting at Bishop maybe a few times. Because he felt like it. And then another shot at the monster... thing. "You X-Men throw the best parties!"
Bishop	The Predator struck Bishop. Bishop struck the Predator. Interestingly enough, the bullets also hit Bishop's shoulder. Not that he noticed, being in the process of almost being eaten. He fired his gun several times, struggling to get away from those jaws-- --and finally did.
Cable	"Need to find a-- quiet spot for a teleport," Nate gritted, without as much as looking at Wade. Or the entire mess going on back there. "...although I doubt that's an option, at this rate..." Because the Predator was making a lot of noise.
Deadpool	Which one was the bigger threat... (Hmmm.) "Think you can handle our tattooed buddy?" Deadpool asked, pulling both swords as the predator looked between the thing that had just pulled itself from it's jaws and... and nice tender baby. Well, that decided that! Deadpool lept at the thing. "Don't get your dumb ass killed!"
Cable	"I'll try to avoid it." Usual response. Cable sped off into the hallway, Bishop still hot on his heels. If he headed back into the fray... he could lose the bastard.
Predator X	The Predator was... momentarily befuddled. Deadpool smelled like mutant. Except he didn't smell like mutant. Except he smelled like-- The Predator lashed out with his giant jaws, looking for a good chomp. It was never much for strategy, anyway.
Deadpool	"Not even buying me dinner first? Really?" Deadpool asked, moving to the side and slashing the thing. "You cad!" Not that the whole slashy thing seemed to do much. That might have been why he snagged a grenade off his belt and pulled the pin with his teeth, tossing it at Fuggo there.
Predator X	The explosion barely even skimmed the creature's thick skin-- it certainly left no marks at all. In fact, it just seemed to be egging the Predator on as it twisted, roaring, slamming one giant claw at Deadpool. He looked a little chewy, but it'd work okay.
Deadpool	...And now he had claws in his lungs. "I just got this shirt!" Deadpool stabbed both swords down into the things wrist... area. Did it even have wrists? Who knew? "I'm suing!"
Predator X	Witty banter was also not something the Predator was good at (although the ensuing roar could constitute trying). With swords now sticking out of his skin-- and yet, still, barely even penetrating it-- the Predator went for the money shot. Or money bite. Whatever it was.
Deadpool	Well screw this. Deadpool yanked the swords out, stabbing at it's mouth now. Like that Greek lion legend. You know... the allegory for Jesus or something.
Predator X	Like toothpicks, really. The Predator roared again. The effect was kind of lost by the tinny sound that accompanied it by virtue of sword in mouth. And didn't bat an eye (metaphorically speaking) as it simply kept up its attempts to eat the guy in red.
Deadpool	"Stop that!" Deadpool snapped, glancing around for maybe a little help from his fellow X-Men. No? Damn. "Fine. We'll do this the hard way," He muttered, pulling away to get the claws out of his chest. Those were a bitch. "I really hate these events..."
Predator X	The fellow X-Men in question were a little bit busy beating up on other mutants. It was one of those things. The Predator was a little perturbed to watch its claws go, though. And there it'd been hoping for some shishkabob...
Deadpool	Stupid X-Men. Taking a deep break, Deadpool made a face. "I'm not going to enjoy this at all." And ran at the thing, jumping into its mouth.
Predator X	Huh. Well, that made things easier. The Predator firmly enjoyed its ensuing chew-and-swallow. And, yes, like it had expected... ... chewy. Maybe more of a swallow than a chew, really.
Deadpool	This was so much grosser than pretty much anything he'd ever done before. Ever. Deadpool brought both swords up, digging into the non-armored flesh on the inside as he was swallowed. (So. Damn. Gross.)
Predator X	Chewy enough to give it indigestion. It had resumed its stride towards the large bundle of tasty mutants up ahead-- baby scent still flaring in its nostrils-- when suddenly, something caught it a little bad about the last meal. "...Rrrawwwrrr?"
Deadpool	A few more slashes and... a few more after that. Damn this thing had a lot of innards! A few minutes later and that would be Deadpool spilling out awkwardly onto the ground in a rather large pile of intestines. "I am never eating spaghetti again."
X-Men	Deadpool's appearance came as kind of a shock to the present mutant masses at large. Mostly because about half of them had their knives, claws, and other assorted acoutrements stuck firmly in the Predator's skin when it suddenly gave way, exploding in a shower of-- Well, intestines. And-- "...Deadpool," Wolverine said, one of his three claws still firmly set in the creature's-- it was best not to mention. "Who?" one of the New X-Men piped up in the background.
Deadpool	"Jimmy." Deadpool nodded, standing and wiping some... slime and other things he'd rather not think about off his chest. "Wee newbies." He was all sticky. "Any of you seen Nate? I might have lost him when I got eaten..."