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 Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:33 am
She sighed a bit, but kept her smile. "Alright. Suppose we'll just have to keep doing what we can as quickly as we can. Perhaps it would be best to just have Xion leave to take care of your 'other's' job."
The elevator stopped, the shrill 'ding' informing them that they had reached the last floor. A muffled clatter could be heard on the other side, and an angry voice was shouting.
The door opened, and there was Deadpool. Gun drawn and pointed down the hallway with...for some unknown reason...the ring of a toilet seat around his neck.
"HOLD STILL YOU LITTLE ***** DEMON ***** **** **** SPAWN!!"
Giggling was his only response.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:43 am
Deadpool immediately shouted "YAY!" at the top of his lungs and rushed out into the hallway, looking for all the world like someone from the Sound of Music.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:48 am
Ult Deadpool immediately whirled around and aimed his weapons at the elevator, mistaking the shout as one of the blasted girls that was running around. Instead of emptying his gun, he just...stared.
Definitely not the short target he thought that he was going to find.
Charlot smiled and tried not to laugh as she made her way out of the elevator.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 12:53 am
"Hiya, alternate reality counterpart! How goes it? Enjoying your.... alternate... ness? Actually, I think we're both officially supposed to be different versions of Deathstroke, who was never really in this RP to begin with, because Batman is all kinds of sneaky, did you know that you have part of a toilet around your neck? We should totally fight. Whoever wins will be king of the multiverse, and shall rule on high for all time!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 1:04 am
Ult Deadpool blinked. Seriously...this was supposed to be his alternate self? Even ock's tubby pastry of a double was at least...sane. RP? What was he talking about?
A small chorus of giggles from down the hall snapped his attention back to...well, himself.
"Toilet seat...right." he grumbled, lowering his gun. " You know, if it'll get me away from these freaky little possessed dolls, I'm all for it."
"Good. Because I'm giving your assignment to someone else." the woman said as she walked closer.
"What?" he said, snapping his head towards her.
"You can have the day off to do whatever. I'm sending out someone who will get the job done quicker."
/// Bleh...bed time for me. I'll continue with this epic adventure later. X3 ///
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:54 pm
"Which means that YOU can go on a field trip with ME! Super-special-awesome-alternate-Pool bonding time for the win!" Deadpool beamed, apparently completely unaware of the less-than-positive impression that he was making.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:03 pm
ENTER Cat and Reaper from Museum
Inside the large vault inspired door...down the hall a few doors and too the right, the cramped janitors closet became abnormally dark. It seemed to be one of the only rooms that didn't have some camera trained on every possible angle. And...it was less likely that anyone was going to just walk in on them.
Deadpool stared over at his counterpart. "....do I at least get to kill someone?" he mumbled
"I don't see why not." the woman replied.
That seemed to brighten his mood a little, and he looked over at the woman with a bit of a smile. He opened his mouth, but the woman spoke before he could say anything.
"It won't make a difference. He's you, remember?"
Deadpool paused, then closed his mouth.
"Can we come?" a voice called from down the hall.
"NO!" Deadpool immediately hissed. "Absolutely not. This is....bonding time."
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:09 pm
Cat blinked, then made a little sound of discomfort as she realized just how cramped the quarters were; she literally couldn't move without bumping into something, and the right side of her body seemed to be pressed against Reaper. Her eyes adjusted immediately, cat-like pupils expanding into huge, dark orbs in the near-total darkness of the closet.
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Deadpool blinked. "Hey. Poolboy. Chill." He paused. "That said, whenever kids hang out with me, they seem to die in very messy ways. I don't know what it is..." he added, musingly. "AAANNNyway. Field Trip! Later boss lady! Later adorable but creepy children!" With that, he started off towards the Museum exit... which was weird, because nobody had told him about it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:13 pm
"Sorry..." Reaper mumbled very quietly. "Best I could find close to the entrance. Cameras everywhere."
Opening up the shadow again, he moved himself half into it to give Cat at least enough room to move.
Deadpool gave a small look at Charlot, who simply grinned back.
With a long sigh, he moved past her to follow Deadpool out.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:18 pm
Cat shook her head and pressed the little gem on her costume. Moments later, she was completely invisible. "It's fine. We should get moving, though," she whispered back.
Edit:
Deadpool was fairly skipping along the hallway. "This is going to be the best. Day. EVER."
{Exit Deadpool to Museum}
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:23 pm
Reaper nodded, then pressed his gem as well.
The other Deadpool, not near as happily, made his way down the hall and out the door. Silently grumbling to himself as he pulled the toilet seat out from around his neck and carelessly tossed it at a wall.
EXIT Ult. Deadpool to Museum
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:36 pm
Seeing him disappear, Cat opened the closet door very slightly, then slipped out.
The hallways were a maze. She could see two forks from where she stood, and no less than twelve doors. Anyone would have gotten lost in there.
Anyone except her, that was.
This was what she did. Infiltration and investigation, baby! There was always both a rhyme and a reason to layouts like this, and she could always figure them out. A knife sharp little smile that nobody could see slipped across her face, and then she started confidently in a specific direction, sure that it would lead her towards the data room. It didn't hurt that she was looking for a specific smell and sound... overworked computers had a very particular sort of...
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:44 pm
Reaper followed close behind her, keeping his focus on both her, and a few of his duplicates that he had sliding around in the shadows still. The halls all seemed fairly clear for a bit of a distance. Just staff that was cleaning and tidying up. But then again, this whole area seemed like it was public-friendly. Much farther down, the security seemed to get tighter. Doors with bigger locks, swipe cards, access codes, the works. There was sure to be a lot more people down through there, but he hadn't been able to get his duplicates to pass through the doors. Too brightly lit to get a good shadow to look through.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:48 pm
Cat continued, calmly pickpocketing passing people to relieve them of their appropriate security cards whenever it seemed prudent to do so. She was sure that she was headed in the right direction; if nothing else, the heavier doors and bigger locks were a very good sign. She was unlikely to find the key she needed for the final door, but that was fine; keys were just the easiest way to get things done.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 8:03 pm
Luckily, the security cards worked for most of the heavily locked doors. After the first two, the aesthetic qualities of the hall began to diminish. Looking more and more like a technology building or laboratory. After the last bolted door, there seemed to be nothing but a maze of hallways.
And there were definitely more than just cleaning staff from here on out. A few of the hallways led to more bolted doors, while others were simply lined with rooms that all seemed to have their own cards to be able to enter.
Reaper tensed a little and glanced around. Something was...wrong about this place. Very wrong. There were people in here with some kind of power or rather. Kind of like the ones he'd tossed around at Fisk's. But...behind the bolted doors...he couldn't sense anything. His shadows couldn't seem to be able to pass through. He couldn't pick up any thoughts...blood...anything.
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