mouthy_merc | Entries tagged with max

Having kidnapped Tether, Deadpool had decided that taking all the animals out for walkies had been a fabulous idea. Well, if Max would stop trying to savage Zack for five freaking seconds.

"Max, it's still not gonna work."

Oh, but she was determined, damn it. She'd beat up a dog someday.

[[For one!]]

There were many things one could expect to wake up to on any given day in Fandom. Having boobs, being someone else, in bed with a random person, having your ankle gnawed on by a damn fox--

Deadpool kicked slightly to deter said fox so he could cling to sweet sweet slumber. "G'way."

The gnawing stopped, but one thing he didn't quite expect did happen instead.

"I'm hungry."

That got him cracking an eye open at least. And then sitting up and staring. "Huh. Weren't you much smaller and not with the opposable thumbs?"

The woman just sighed and tried to bite him again. "I said hungry!"

[[Establishy, but open to housemate!]]

So...

They were by Antarctica.

Deadpool had managed to dig up a random weetiny jacket for Max to wear on the walk around town. Yes, he was going for a walk. You could only spend so much in the house, watching fashion shows before your brain started to melt.

(Oh, but what a way to go...)

"No, Max. I'm not carrying you." Max just continued to make big eyes at him, in hopes of not having to deal with the moderately chilly weather.

Man did he hope they'd run into some dinosaurs. That would be fun.

[[OOC: For one!]]

Home from a long and productive day of... well not really doing much more than taking Max for a walk and watching FAR too much Food Network, Wade checked his mail.

Huh.

A scroll.

"This better not end with explosions and rage," He muttered, opening it up.

( Cut for length )

"Huh." Yeah, he needed a beer. Or five.

Deadpool really had hoped that the singing thing woulda stopped whrn all he was doing was making dinner for him and Arashi.

That, it seemed, had been a pipe dream.

"Baby, baby, baby!
You are my Voodoo Child - my Voodoo Child.

You're like Voodoo baby,
You just take hold.
Put your cards on the table baby,
Do I twist do I fold?

You're like Voodoo honey,
All silver and gold.
Why don't you tell me my future?
Why don't I sell you my soul?

So here it comes - the sound of drums."

( Here come the drums, here come the drums )

He frowned down at Max. "This is why we don't watch BBCA."

[[OOC: Posted early for work hating on meeee and sickness hating on the fake husband]]

It was surprisingly warm out, so that meant Max got to frolic about in the backyard.

With a tiny shirt on, in case she got cold.

Yes it was pink, what about it? You got a problem with pink?

Deadpool didn't think so.

[[ooc: Open for people who might wander into the backyard!]]

Deadpool was watching television.

Yes, this was shocking.

Totally.

Oh shut up, it's not like he had much else to do tonight. Well, he could plan the date tomorrow. Or, you know, actually ask Arashi if he wanted to go out. But noooo.

TV.

With a small pile of animals all sniggled up on his feet.

"Come on guys, I have to go to the bathroom!"

Max opened one eye and yawned in a way that was far too adorable.

Deadpool? Sighed and allowed them to stay. "I swear, my poor bladder."

Deadpool had a turkey leg and a marathon of ANTM. The one with that bland and boring Nicole. Ugh.

He had wanted Kim, the saucy lesbian to win.

"They just hate redheads," He told Max, picking off some meat to hand to the fox. "It's true."

[[OOC: Open!]]

After the maaaagical cure was given to all, Wade brought a certain spy type lady back to her apartment.

And hovered about like a worried mother a bit. Okay, a lot.

Shut up.

He'd shoot something later to reaffirm his masculinity.

After he made sure Aly was completely comfortable and not going to die or anything. And slept. It had been a long few days.

That might explain why he was crashed out on the bed next to her, with a kitten and fox curled up on his back and another one trying to savage his foot. "G'way," He muttered, kicking his foot a little.

This only encouraged Ow.

(Damn it.)

[[OOC: Establishy and the spy was modded with permission.]]

So there were models on the TV, a ninja on the couch with him and a wee tiny fox attempting to use him as a pillow.

What could make today better?

Oh yeah, maybe Arashi not hacking up a lung with a cold. Eew.

"You want some more tea or something?"

[[ooc: For the husband!]]

After getting back from the preserve ~~and the wonderful avoidance there~~, Deadpool went home to put on some real clothing.

Which, of course, meant his costume.

Color him thrilled.

"Hey, Max. Did you forget things too?" He asked, lifting the small fox up in front of his face. Max? Max responded with licking him. "Okay, eew. Stop that. Stop it. Stop it and I'll give you a treat."

Magic words.

[[ooc: Open like a big open thing. A cavern maybe.]]

After making sure he had enough weapons to take on a small army, Deadpool sat on the cough, frowning at a piece of paper and a pen that lay on the coffee table.

This was difficult.

After a long time staring, he sighed and joted something down quickly, gave Max one last scritch and headed for the causeway.

( Dear Arashi... )

[[For the husband only please!]]

It was home improvement day on HGTV, so there was Wade, not planning his class and wondering if next time he should teach a class on interior design. He was damn good at painting stuff. Probably. Never actually did it before.

Max was curled up on his lap, occasionally looking up to make an unhappy noise about the TV. She liked ANTM better. Silly fox.

[[ooc: for the sheriff and/or husband]]

Wade had fallen asleep last night with a ninja in bed with him, even woke up with one this morning. But whatever the hell that woman did to him had really wiped him out. Like his healing factor was in overdrive to fix things that didn't actually happen, but still caused the pain.

Sometime after the morning, while he was taking a ~~coma~~ nap, the ninja had disappeared, leaving only a small fox curled up on the warm spot he had once been in.

This did not make for a happy mercenary.

[[ooc: For the trio of JUSTICE and/or brain buddy

Conversation NFB, visit okay]]

Deadpool had yet to leave the house since returning, but he had however, stopped drinking.

So much.

Mildly buzzed was a nice place to be instead of WHYAMIPUNCHINGMYOWNLIVER drunk.

He sipped a beer and settled back on the cough with Max to watch the wonders of Flip that House. He kinda wanted to tear out the tiles in the kitchen now. To make the house be worth more, of course.

Hopefully.

"Oh please, like those cabinets can be fixed up! CHEAPSKATE!"

[[ooc: For the other parts of the Merc/Spy/Ninja trio should they happen by]]