Wade 'Deadpool' Wilson (
mouthy_merc) wrote2009-05-18 06:57 am
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Office Hours, Monday
Deadpool was in his office, being... Vice Principaly. Or something.
He still wasn't entirely sure what that meant other than plotting to take over the island for some nefarious purpose. So he was reading horrible RPS again.
It was starting to be a habit here, people.
[[Warning: super SP until done with work!]]
He still wasn't entirely sure what that meant other than plotting to take over the island for some nefarious purpose. So he was reading horrible RPS again.
It was starting to be a habit here, people.
[[Warning: super SP until done with work!]]
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She extended her hand, beaming at him angelically. "My name is Frost, Emma Frost. I don't need telepathy to get what I want."
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This was kinda fun.
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Hank wasn't a very good cook, and it wasn't like she'd been eating a nicely balanced diet for the last eighteen months. There was no way she was less-than stylishly thin.
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"Hellfire." Emma's voice was curiously flat, and she took another step towards him. "How do you know the Hellfire Club?"
If he could give her anything useful, she'd tolerate the snide, insinuating crazy.
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"Right," she said crisply. "Do you know anything interesting, or are you just another sad rejected member? Since I'm rather sure your attire doesn't meet club standards."
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Or not. Because following the advice of a Crazy Man was a good idea.
"Thanks for the chat, darling," Emma called, sauntering out. "I was hoping you'd be more entertaining," or useful, "but I guess I'll just have to live with the crushing disappointment."
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