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 Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 7:20 pm
"This place is so boring!" Kenji shouted as he took out a card and threw it on the table. "If you ever need my services, you know the rest." he said. He looked over at Pixie and began to laugh from the Joker Toxin as he left the restraunt. EXIT to Murder World
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 11:59 am
{Enter Deadpool from Murderworld}
Upon arrival, Deadpool immediately started looking around. "Okay... Where was that Chinese place...?" Actually, after he and the Joker left, it had probably closed down for the day. Dammit. "Or we could do steak. I actually kind of want steak." He turned back to Chris. "Vote?"
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 12:00 pm
 "Jerk! Get back here!" Pixie growled as Kenji ran off. She grabbed a fork in fury and held it up in the direction he'd run off in. "Next time I see him, I swear I'm going to stab his eyes out with a fork and feed them to him!" She pointed to Greed with the fork. She stabbed the fork into his card on the table top then went back to her slouched position.Chris shrugged absently, "Steak sounds good..." She said quietly as she took in where they had landed. they were in Gotham City. Gotham City! Her entire life she'd dreamed of this place, and here she was! To keep from squealing from excitement she bit her bottom lip, but had a stupid grin plastered on her face.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 12:13 pm
Deadpool took one look at her face and grinned. "Nerd. Nerdy mc Nerdnerd. Come on, geekette, unless you plan on surviving purely on the sight of your wildest dream come true." In a conspiratorial whisper, he added, "It doesn't work very well. Trust me. Your wildest dream come true will turn out to have a temper and super strength." Then he started off down the street, whistling to himself. He had no idea where any of the steakhouses were in Gotham, so he'd just have to look around... Unless... "Hey, Chris, you wouldn't happen to know where any of the restaurants around here are, would you?"
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 1:21 pm
Chris frowned, "Only thing I know about this city is that police head quarters is over there." she pointed to her left, "and I only know that because of this." She pointed at the batsignal shining in the bright sky to her right. Though Chris knew more about Gotham then most people her age, she didn't know the actual layout of the city. Just bits and pieces that were featuredi n the comics. She shrugged, "Maybe we can find a map or something?"
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 1:30 pm
Deadpool shrugged. "Or we could just wander aimlessly around until we find something that looks eatable. Always works for me!" With that delightful statement, he turned and continued down the street again.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 1:38 pm
"I suppose we couldn't get any more lost." Why doesn't he just stop and ask directions? She wondered, there were a few homeless people on the street sleeping he could have asked. Such a stereotypical man. she thought with a frown.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2009 6:39 pm
"Actually, he might enjoy that." Reaper commented before taking another sip from his glass.
Well, seemed things had finally quieted down now. He took another look around the table, then glanced back at Rosie a moment. "You gonna eat anything kiddo?
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 9:01 am
Rosie looked up from the menue and to Reaper. With all of the drama that had been going on, she wasn't sure she was that hungry now. She glanced back at the table in front of her a moment. Still....
"Do they have any chocolate milk...and spaghetti?" she asked.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 1:13 pm
"Both sounds good! Spaghetti soaked in chocolate milk...With Kenji's eye balls...Though he only has two...Note to self: hire scientist to create device that multiplies eye balls..."
Greed was full and satisfied for now due to the combination of things he had eaten today including pieces of the table, the blood on the floor that came on the floor pieces he had eaten, and finally the arm of a chair he was gnawing on now to pick his teeth.
"When we going to do something exciting? Our hunger is satisfied, but our blood lust is still fishing with no bait...We need bait!"
The censors around Gotham city had picked up a very interesting target for the Commissar, the very one he was after: Deadpool. Unfortunately, the Commissar's men were out trying to find Doomsday's location and he had one at his command other then drones to protect him. Till they returned, it was the Commissar's hopes Deadpool would stay close to Gotham and hopefully listen to the Commissar's men, since Shocker had obviously failed at convincing him to come.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:18 pm
Pixie smirked at Greed's idea. "We're in a restuarant filled with hostages. We have plenty of bait..." She leaned forward, her chin in her hands and her elbows on the table. A coy smile spread across her face, "But then, I suppose it depends on what you're fishing for too..."
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:36 pm
"Venom...Maybe Web Head...Maybe both...Yes, we want both! We want to kill Venom...And make fun of Web Head! We're smart now and so we can make fun of Web Head...Maybe kill him...Or not...Though it technically impossible for us to kill anyone due to several elements out of our control that rely upon the tendency to...We were going somewhere with this, but then we discovered we're not really able to go anywhere with it since the thing we are trying to achieve is too common an ability to possess...We do try to achieve some originality with ourselves."
Greed was experiencing some odd trails of thought in his mind that resulted upon the breach of some kind of false reality that was upon him, but that reality fell as soon as Greed realized how stupid it would be if he could touch that reality; too many times had he seen it done or hadn't seen it at all since Greed couldn't possibly tell if he had seen it. Instead Greed decided to stop thinking and just start doing, so he picked up the waiter delivering some of the food and delicately put the food on the table before lifting the waiter to his face.
"You! Since you work for us now, your first job is to be bait with ten dollars an hour with a likely chance of being fired and sent back here to get your old job with refurbishing that make you seem like a bar waiter...So it technically is a new job when you get back...With a pay raise if you look really convincing!"
The waiter nodded quickly and Greed nodded too to signify the agreement. Greed placed the waiter beside the table and told her to stay there as he sat back down; Greed still needed to get what he ordered, which he thinks was something involving everything. Greed turned to Pixie and spoke to her as he scratched his head.
"Have we eaten today? We have forgotten when we saw our fourth thing today."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 2:52 am
{Enter Ultimate Spider-man from New York City}
Peter could not help feeling that everything-- the buildings, the streetlights, even the darkened sky over the place-- were somehow... very familiar. He kept thinking of this one comic book... but he couldn't remember the name of it for the life of him, which was ridiculous, because it was as famous as... mickey mouse. Anyway... Focus on finding someone who can tell you what the hell's going--
"SPIDEY! WAZZUP!!! Hey! Chris! Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a... Wait, how does that go?"
"Plane," Peter said automatically, then wondered where he'd gotten it from. Then his eyes widened, and he quickly performed a mid-air somersault to swing back and get a better look at the speaker. Yup, no doubt; it was definitely... what was his name? "... Dead... pool?" he asked hesitantly, coming to rest on a brick wall some twenty feet up.
Deadpool grinned. "Yup! Hey, do you know any..." His eyes narrowed. "Good..." He crossed his arms. "Steakhouses. You're not Spidey."
Peter blinked. What? "Um... Yeah... You caught me! I just dress up like this so that people with giant fireballs and metal arms will come and try to murder me at all hours."
Deadpool ignored him. "Definitely not Spidey..." Suddenly he beamed. "You're much too little! Look at him, Chris!" He said happily, nudging the girl beside him with his elbow, "He's like... a mini! I can't decide if I want to feed him cookies or squash him like an ant! Hey! Mini-spidey! You should come out for steak with us! Chris is buying," he added in a stage whisper.
WHAT?!?! "Uh... No? If I was going to go have lunch with someone who's tried to kill me, it would be Venom. He's got seniority."
"Spoil sport," Deadpool grumbled, crossing his arms again. "Come on, please?"
"No."
"Pleeeeese?"
"No!"
"Pretty pretty please with cherries and multi-colored sprin-"
"You tried to kill me!" Had this guy talked this much the last time they'd met? Peter didn't think so. What was going on? First New York, and now this? "If I'm going to do anything, I'm going to be beat the ever living crap out of you."
Deadpool frowned. "I haven't tried to kill Spidey!" The frowned deepened, and he tapped his chin thoughtfully. "At least... I don't think I have..." He rubbed his temples, trying to remember. "I've tried to kill so many of you people; it's so hard to keep track..." He shrugged and turned his attention back to the Web Head. "But I've never tried to kill you! You're too cute to kill! Like a little baby, or something!" He paused. "Wait, bad analogy; babies aren't too cute to kill. Uh... give me a second. I'll think of a better one."
Spider-man rolled his eyes. "Just a friendly piece of advice: if you're trying to convince me not to pound you into the ground, you might want to try a different tactic."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 9:43 am
"You there."
A man in red military clothing came from the alley with his rifle by his side and like all of the Commissar's men; he had a gas mask to symbolize his leader’s apparel in appearance. The Commissar was extremely angry it took so long for one of his men to pick up the signal to find Deadpool, but the signal became more powerful when more people were being detected near Deadpool that allowed for the Commissar's men to truly answer the call sent out. The sensors detected Deadpool, a human not registered in the database, and a Spiderman look alike. The computer analyzed this Spiderman as a lookalike due to his smaller size, assuring he was younger then the regular Spiderman. The database couldn't explain why there was another Spiderman, causing a slight bug in the system temporarily, but the Commissar quickly fixed it. During his travels as Tec, he recalled a universe very much an alternate universe of where Aleksei was from, where everything was quite different. This Spiderman might have been from that universe, explaining a lot about the situation. The soldier tried to keep at ease as he directed his speech to Deadpool, while the Commissar used the technologic link inserted into his mind to control what the soldier said.
"Good evening Deadpool and company...I speak for the Commissar and he would like for you and your friends to...Join him tonight...There will be food to enjoy...And a proposition for you to take..."
There were periods of time where the transmission of the Commissar needed to reach the technologic array in the soldiers mask, hinting at why there were moments of pause during the soldier's speaking. The Commissar was now interested in the alternate Spiderman as well, along with the girl since usually everyone was in the computer's database.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 10:11 pm
Deadpool perked up. "See?" he said to Chris, "I don't have to look for food; food finds me!" He was absolutely delighted with the prospect. 'Proposition' usually meant 'job opportunity'. He was supposed to be working for Strange... but he had no idea how to find the guy, anyway, so whatever.
"Wow! I'm part of Deadpool and Company?" Spider-man asked, making a blindingly fast, agile leap to a nearby lamp post. He sat crouched on the top, peering down at the people below him. "Please excuse me while I go contemplate suicide. I mean, I've never been very good at PR, but this is ridiculous." Honestly, how had he gotten pegged as the mercenary's friend? Had he not been telling him off loudly enough?
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