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 Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 8:46 pm
Odds were Bryna would ask after she'd gotten to know Wade a little better. Though she probably couldn't pay him to do anything spectacular. Not with money, anyway.
She scanned Weasel's thoughts since he was being... rather a lot more quiet than Deadpool, anyway. It was all a fast and slightly confused jumble that took her a minute to sort out but she got the jist of it. So... "Wade" or "Deadpool" or whatever he went by might not even be hitting on her and just... saying stuff... because he was like that? Well... that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Right? ...Was she feeling disappointed?
She didn't really have time to think about that before Wade spoke up again, this time to Weasel. She lifted an eyebrow, but the little guy didn't say anything back. "I'll keep an eye out for lady guardians for him, how's that sound?" Hee.
She gave him a long, incredulous look when he asked why not and said matter-of-factly, "I can't kiss anything under that mask because the mask is covering it all up. I mean... look! It's right there on your face." She shook her head in mild confusion before shrugging and turning around to head off and lead the way again. "And yeah... there's food. And there should be some cheesy puffs. Kitsyn has to hide them from Ifrit but I know where she stashes 'em so if we've got any I can find them for you."
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 9:09 pm
What a girlfriend? Wait a female guardian for him? He didn't need help asking a girl out. No way, especially not from 'the Merc with a Mouth'. Bryna's help in the matter he wasn't entirly sure of either, if she had no emotions then how could she help? Also why would he want to date a female guardian? Sure that's what he was now, but he wasn't going to be for long...Or well he didn't want to be, though Wade seemed to be enjoying his new form. Of course the it wouldn't bother the psychotic guy.
"I'm not going to date another little furry thing. I want to be human again!"
Wade looked down at Weasel and blinked. "You can date outside your species Weas." he smiled, you know those kind of smiles that you just knew was laughing inside. Wade's mask always showed all of his expressions he was making beneath it, which in some ways happened to be a very good thing, though at times like now, not so good.
Weasel said nothing, he simply stared back at his friend with a very sour face.
Turning his gaze from the guardian in glasses to the female nobody, the smile on his face only grew beneath the mask. "That is the lovely thing about masks. They can come off, or you know you could just lift up the part covering my mouth. Like Kirsten Dunst did to that doe-eyed Tobey Maguire in the first Spider-Man." You know that was a pretty good movie now that he thought about it. Of course it wasn't as good as Full House, that had the Olsen Twins, couldn't beat that.
"Great, me and Weas 'll share a bag of cheesy puffs. I'm starving."
"What? Oh no! No way. The last time we shared a bag of cheesy puffs you shot me for the last one! I had to go to the hospital!"
Seesh, he acted like that was a bad thing.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 9:31 pm
Bryna couldn't help a chortle. "D'aww. No female guardians? Only other people I know are kitsu... well, aside from Haisyn, but she's not your type. Actually I'm not sure she has a type, since she never brings anyone home..." Humm. Now she wondered about Haisyn's love-life. She'd have to go spy on her sometime soon. What Deadpool said next and the smile he gave Weasel made her forget about that, though, and she started laughing outright.
Her steps slowed after what he said next about the mask, and she treaded forward slowly for a couple of minutes while she thought about it. Her tails flicked back and forth the way a cat's would when it was contemplating whether or not to interrupt its current activity to do something else. Then she stopped and turned around. "Well if you still want me to kiss your lip better I will, but I've never kissed anyone before so no complaining."
Her stomach rumbled slightly. "...Now you've got me wanting cheesy puffs." Oh well... there was probably more than one bag anyway. "And he doesn't have any guns right now, Weasel, how can he shoot you?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:02 pm
Hmph, no one was ever his type it seemed. He was always out of luck. Just the little nerd watching those sci-fi shows and bulding things. And you'd have thought the fact that the police would chase him down for some of the things he'd done would have made him more...desirable to the female populaton. But no, he didn't have that kind of luck.
The kind of luck Deadpool seemed to be having at this moment.
"Don't worry about it..." Weasel eventually mentioned, scratching the back of his head. Wasn't like he needed a girlfriend anyways. He was doing just fine without one. . . . . Ok well maybe fine wasn't the right word.
Deadpool stared as Bryna flicked her tails back and forth, soon giving him a response about the kiss and his mask.
'Wow. That's the first time that worked! But I knew it would. I mean the ladies can not resist me. It's the axe effect.'
The merc nodded, the smile turning more into a grin then anything else. "Of course sweetcheeks. My lip is absolutly throbbing with pain right now. I'm sure a kiss would make it all better." He'd be perfectly fine with her seeing the scars that lay beneath his mask if it ment a kiss. Oh yes.
Weasel frowned. Yeah Wade had all the luck if he actually managed to get a kiss out of her. They hadn't even been in this world for a day and he was already having a female agree to kiss him. The snot.
"I asure you. He'd find a way. If he couldn't shoot me over a cheesy puff then he'd probably stab me." Wade from time to time happened to be rather...agressive to his friends, though that was due to his mentality, still the amount of times he'd been hurt because of this guy. You'd think he'd get some more respect, but nooooo.
[ -since she had photobucket open- XD What Deaddles scars look like. ]
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:44 pm
(They're not going to bother her... XD; Just read.)
Well if Weasel was going to be so picky about his choice of females, especially now, what did he expect? Bryna knew several very nice kitsu girls, at least. Her best friend Atae, for instance. And Atae was a real sweety and might even have liked him after she got over the guardian thing. But no...
And if he was going to gripe about her kissing Wade when he had an attitude like that then he could just deal with it. If he tried to whine about it she could just send him head over heels with a "misplaced" kick. This was literally the first time she'd be kissing anybody. She hadn't even given kiddy kisses to mom or anything. She wanted to at least have a little fun with it.
She padded over and tugged at the bottom of the mask to pull it up over his mouth and peered curiously at one of the scars she uncovered in the process. That looked kind of like a spot... and there was one a little lower that looked like a stripe, only they were furless. "Spots and stripes with no fur?" Suddenly she was intensely curious about how many of these markings he had and how far down his body they went, but while she figured he wouldn't mind removing more of his clothing, Weasel would object to that. Besides, she was hungry now, and that would take too long.
She planted a kiss on his bottom lip... and then one on the top lip too since he hadn't specified which one. Not that she thought it mattered by this point, but that was part of the fun, right? Then she tugged the mask back down and turned to trot away. "All that talk about cheesy puffs made me hungry. Let's go."
(I guess I'll skip over le long walk to my house and get to Kitsyn and what not in the next post. XD Pardon me while I go have an insufficient gigglefit.)
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 11:22 pm
Weasel couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Bryna walk over to Wade and pull up his mask to reveal his mouth, or snout, whatever you'd call it. Well it was still scared, seemed like adding fur didn't do much for covering it up.
His head was soon filled with 'she wouldn't' and 'no one's that crazy'. Oh how he was wrong.
Weasel's jaw droped as the female kissed both Wade's top and bottom lip. She- Did just- Wha--
Wade watched slowly, the grin upon his maw growing larger and larger still. It wasn't long before his mask was pulled up just enough to expose his mouth.
And then...
SMOOCH.
She kissed him twice. TWICE. The bottom and top lip, he'd count it as two and hold it to that, in case anyone asked. Or he felt like talking about that to someone. Which he probably at some point would find the urge to do so.
"Those my dear, are scars." he spoke after she had mentioned spots and stripes upon his muzzle that lacked fur. Unknown at the time to Wade his whole body as he had belived still retained all the scars he had had when he was human, though most of his fur seemed to be ridiculously short for a Kitsusagi, such a thing making his scars even more visible (well if he weren't wearing clothes of course). In fact there were very few places on his body that there was more fur, like his feet and well his red and black tails were by far the furriest part on him. He'd have known this all had he striped down when he landed in this world, though the throught had never run through his mind. Chances were that later he'd want to do such and he'd figure it out.
'I've still got it.' This was a good day. Even though he'd been turned into a Kitsu-whatchamacallit he got kissed. And by a nubile female too!
"Well the girl knows what she wants Weas." he spoke looking to the guardian with a wave of his paw. Turning back towards Bryna he bounded after her, "Comming my young nubile friend!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 11:49 pm
Bryna glanced back over her shoulder. "What did you do? Get attacked by bacon grease?" Those were odd scars for it to be anything else. Though really they still looked some sort of odd spots and stripes combo, which wasn't at all unusual on a kitsu, so they had far less impact than they might have on a human.
A rather long walk later the Place came into view in the middle of a small clearing. Well, it would have been larger if it wasn't for the large, white, two-story building in the middle of it. Bryna trotted up to the door, opened it, and then floated inside without closing it behind her so the two new arrivals could follow her in. It didn't occur to her that she'd just walked a rather long distance. Actually walked it. Normally she floated around if she was going more than a few steps. Not that Wade and Weasel would know what a rare occurance they'd just had the pleasure (in Wade's case at least) of seeing.
"Kiiiitsyyyyn! I brought some new friends home and they need to taaaalk to youuu!" Her psuedo-parent didn't seem to be in the large front room or in the kitchen, so Bryna figured she was upstairs. First, though... she floated up to the top of the cabinets and grabbed one of the bags of cheesy puffs and brought it back to the guys.
"Here you go. Pull up a beanbag or something, no one's in here so you can watch whatever on the tv. Or a play a game. Or something. I'm gonna go find Kitsyn." She started to float off and paused. "Oh, and don't stab Weasel over the cheesy puffs, ok? There's more, and Kitsyn doesn't like stabbings and things going on here anyway. She'd probably kick your a** for it." The way she said it made it obvious that she was pretty sure Kitsyn had a fair chance of doing so even in spite of what she'd found out about Wade.
When did she start thinking of him as Wade instead of Deadpool, anyway? Huh. She zipped off upstairs, leaving the boys to examine the rather large front room and its variety of chairs, recliners, couches, and beanbag seats, along with a decent sized big-screen tv and multiple gaming systems. Yeah, the people that lived here had a lot of time to waste.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 12:10 am
"Well it all happened when I was bitten by a vampire and dumped in toxic waste, then I was injected with alien DNA and thrown into the land of the gods where my mutant powers activated-" Wade paused, rubbing his mask covered nose with a paw. "Ok well actually I signed up with the Weapon X program because they promised to cure my cancer. Which they did, by giving me my healing factor, but the whole thing left me covered with scars."
It was quite a while before they reached the house, but when they finally did. Wow. Houses seemed so much, bigger when you went from six foot something to...However tall he was now. Who'da thought.
Quickly Wade padded into the house behind Bryna, Weasel following (or stumbling really) behind him.
He looked about the place, taking it all in. This place wasn't bad. Much...cleaner then his appartment, and tidier then Weasel's place. It all seemed so, bright, he could use that to describe it right?
Bryna didn't have to tell him twice, and soon he had hoped onto a beanbag, wriggling around in it until he was comfortable. Weasel soon ploped himself down in the one next to Wade. Pulling out one of his swords he sliced the top off the cheesy puff bag, soon placing the sword back in its sheath.
Pulling up his mask above his maw he left it there so he could stuff his mouth with the goodness that was cheesy puffs. "Don't be long~" he grined, before tossing a few more cheesy puffs into his jaws.
Wade snorted, kick his @$$, that Kitsyn would do no such thing. He had his dignity to uphold. "She'll do no such thing. I've beaten Tasky, and Wolverine. Heck I've even beaten Captain America! So I can't make any promises."
"Didn't you suckerkick him?"
"Shut up."
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:01 pm
Bryna filed away a few questions for later. Such as what cancer was and why a healing factor would turn around and give him scars when it was supposed to heal him. But yeah... later.
Watching him plop on the beanbag, stuff his face with cheesy puffs, and then the brief conversation following her warning about Kitsyn elicited a giggle, but once again she decided to remain silent. If he didn't believe her about Kitsyn he could just find out for himself. And if she couldn't kick his a**, Ifrit sure as hell could. Hopefully that wouldn't be necessary, though.
Kitsyn was in her room, and after a brief explanation and a few raised eyebrows on her psuedo-parent's part she darted back downstairs while Kitsyn walked down the mundane way. After reaching the spot where Wade and Weasel were reclining she sprawled comfortably on the ceiling and floated a few cheesy puffs up out of the bag to munch on before they were all gone. There was another bag, but she wasn't going to get it unless it was necessary. Anti-grav for the win! Kitsyn's raised eyebrows went even higher when she saw exactly who the "friends" were that Bryna had brought home. She knew their general identities, if not a whole lot about them, and where they came from. She was more familiar with the X-men and some of the others from the Marvel Universe...
She walked over to face the two males and then flopped down in a rather sphinx-like position in front of them, canting her head to the side. "...Sometimes I think she's going to end up bringing home the Jabberwocky some day and ask me if she can keep it for a pet." That was the only real verbal outlet she was going to give to her surprise at the identity of her guests.
She stretched her toes and dragged the claws gently through the carpet once before speaking again. "Well, I guess you must realize I'm Kitsyn. Welcome to the Place... Bryna said you had some questions I might could help with? ...And that you might need to use the Door?" Disregarding the things she could see and that Bryna had tried to impart to her through a rather jumbled verbal and telepathic communication session, she was just going to see exactly what they wanted to know and go from there. Bryna may have confused them as much as helped them earlier so it seemed best to make sure things were straight.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:33 pm
Wade couldn't help but blink as some cheesy puffs floated up and out of the bag, all the way up the ceiling. Turning his gaze upwards he spoted Bryna sprawled out up there, well that was something you didn't see everyday. Though she could have asked, not that he'd have given her any. Wade never did share well, so all for the best then.
The merc's attention shifted as Kitsyn came down the stairs soon placing herself before he and Weasel. It was the look on her face though that both amused and baffled Wade however. Then came the mentioning of a 'Jabberwocky' or something like that, that was from a book wasn't it? Weasel probably knew.
"Well you're hot." of course the first things to come from the Merc with a Mouth's well mouth was something that abosolutly nothing to do with why he and Weasel where there. "Ever think of dancing to a song that talks about shaking your booty?"
Weasel had been sitting there, munching on a cheesy puff, waiting for Wade to finish his blabing, which knowing Wade could probably take lifetimes. Figuring he might as well jump in now, he finished the cheesy puff. "Yeah..." he started, shooting a glare at Wade to at least try and keep quiet and let him ask some questions first. "We need to find a way back to our own world. As for the Door, Bryna was saying that I could use it to make some guns. I-"
"Yeah I need some guns! OH! And a pony! I want a pony! Maybe a car too....Yeah add a car to that list. How about a smoothie maker? Let's go with one of those too-"
Weasel twitched, before turning to Wade. "I AM NOT GOING TO BE STUCK AS SOME LITTLE BALL OF FUR!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 4:29 pm
"I might have thought about it, Deadpool, but not for you. I'm saving myself for someone else." She smirked a little bit while she listened to Weasel, and then rolled her eyes as the "conversation" continued.
"FOR ONE THING... the door can make just about kind of room you want, with just about anything in it. But the only way in or out is through the door. So no vehicles. The other stuff you could probably manage. Give me a minute to explain a couple of things and then I'll go show you how the door works, all right?"
"Getting back... well I'm pretty sure it's possible. There are... I guess you could call them pathways, though you can't walk on them or anything. I can't tell you how to make use of them though, so you could be stuck here for a while. So I'm afraid you're just going to have to get used to the fact, Weasel." She gave him a good solid look before continuing. "As for being a guardian... most people get sent here as kitsu, but a few get tossed along as guardians. You're not the only one in your particular dilemma. Being a guardian isn't a bad thing. You have hands, you can go just about anywhere, you can talk to the humans or the kitsusagi, and generally speaking, unless you act like an idiot you get a lot of respect from anyone who doesn't look down on the kitsusagi."
She shot a glance up at Bryna, and after a brief moment of silent communication she went on. "Now all that might mean squat to you, considering, but it's the best reassurance I can come up with for you. So... is there anything else you need to ask me about before I show you the door?"
Bryna sent a little warning tickle at Weasel's mind before she sent the information she'd been asked to relay to him. -Kitsyn wanted me to tell you that she'll try to "show" you the pathways later. And maybe explain a bit about what she DOES know about how people get brought here and turned into kitsu and stuff. She said it might be a good idea to wait on that until after Wade's distracted.- Speaking of Wade... She aimed a cheesy puff at his nose and dropped it. Hee.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 5:07 pm
A tiny smirk grew upon the merc's maw as he heard Kitsyn's reply. "»heh« Suit yourself." he gave a shrug, Bryna was the nubile one anyways.
Weasel's attention quickly turned back to Kitsyn as she began to explain the Door. Well telling Wade that it could make just about anything certainly would not help for later. Bad move, bad move. The guardian gave a nod as he continued to listen. All this was very important, hey he'd figure out how to get back it wasn't looking as hard now. After all she said it she was pretty sure it was possible, but being stuck like a ball of fur for a while and being stuck as one forever had major differences. He'd deal with being stuck the way he was for a while, until he could make something to get them home.
Not acting like an idiot. He could do that, after all Wade was the idiot here, not him, though he did have his moments. "I guess I can deal with being stuck like this for a while longer..."
'Oooh a room with anything in it? I wonder if that includes any women I can wrestle with. Sounds like a mercenary's dream. Weapons and women all from some hocus pocus room.'
Weasel squirmed as Bryna seemd to be talking to him from within his head. Well that felt weird. 'Uhhh Bryna? ...Thanks for letting me know?' he thought, though he had no clue if she'd head that. Wade shouldn't be too hard to distract, well it depended on how he was feeling, and that was something one had a hard time figuring out.
"No questions here."
"Oh I've got a question! How about me and Weas hang out here until he makes whatever it is he's gonna make. I can stay in young nubile Bryna's room, aaaaand Weas can live on one of these comfy beanbags."
'Gee thanks Wade.' An unamused expression found its way to Weasel's face.
Wade had opened his mouth to say something else, but before he could a cheesy puff droped onto his nose.
BOOF.
He blinked, looking at it before he shoved the thing into his mouth. "Why thank you, mon petit biscuit."
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 5:39 pm
Kitsyn couldn't read minds or anything, but what she did know about Wade prompted her to add, "The room will make things, but not people. So don't try that. And how well it will make things depends on the working knowledge of the person who makes the room. Copies of what you already know about. Anything new you'd have to build." Actually that wasn't entirely true... but yeah.
Kitsyn raised an eyebrow at Wade's suggestion. "Ah... I'd rather you found your own place, but I guess you can stay until you get on your feet..." He wanted to stay in Bryna's room? Would she...? Kitsyn wasn't sure if she'd actually do anything with him even if she did let him in her room, but... "And if you're going to be staying, you need to make your own rooms with the door." Not that she could actually stop Bryna if she wanted to let Wade in her room... gah. Mom not wanting to see her little girl all grown up moment.
She got up and padded over to a door on the side of the room that looked like it ought to be a closet. "Okay... You have to think of a room, and remember it as well as you can, and then you put your hand... paw... whatever on the door for a second before you open it." And I'll have to make a note to set up some way for Weasel to reach it from the floor. "Who's going to try it first?"
Wait. What? Wade wanted to stay in her room? Why? I mean sure she had a bed in there he could use, since she usually slept on the ceiling, but... he wasn't afraid of the dark or something was he? Or... wait... was that one of those indirect ways of hitting on her? ...He made her so confused.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:58 pm
'What no women for me to wrestle? Well there goes all my hopes and dreams. Crushed my a single word! And the word 'thing' used to be such a nice word too.'
Weasel fully understood as to why Kitsyn had just said what she had. Wade would've probably tried to have the room be filled with big chested women or something like that. Well not that the thought hadn't crossed his mind, but...No. Yeah, no distractions to worry about other then the Merc with a Mouth himself. He'd be good to work on things all he wanted then, seeing as long as he made some new guns Wade would probably keep himself occupied with other things.
Their own place sounded like a good idea to Weasel, but nither of them would even know where to start with that kind of thing in this world. And hey, if they could stay here for a while, why not? Though the last few times he had found a place to stay with someone while he was working on stuff they always seemed to complain about him. Or kick him out, though at least it wasn't as bad as what people quite often did to Wade when he attempted to mooch of them. Of course it usually wasn't very nice what Wade did to the people he was staying with when they tired to kick him out. Wade was a hard guy to get rid of.
Pssh, get on their own feet, making their own rooms. He could take a hint. She didn't want him in the same room as nubile Bryna. That wasn't going to stop him from asking more then once however. Or you know he could just live in front of the TV, that's pretty much all he usually did when he didn't have a job to do. Sit. Watch TV. Snack.
"I'll go first." Weasel uttered, he was quite interested to see the Door at work. Looking up at the doorknob he blinked. "Uhhh...." Well this certainly complicated things.
The little geek was about to speak, when one of Deadpool's swords went hurdling at his head. His eyes widened as he toppled over, just in time for the sword to miss him and get lodged in the floor, so that if he were to climb up it he could reach the handle. "@!%$ !" His heart was pounding, and his eyes wide, ears quivering. That sword had come a little too close to him for comfort.
Sure Wade. Great way to help. Lauch a sword at someone's head. HE WAS ALWAYS DOING THINGS LIKE THIS!
"What?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 7:19 pm
Bryna found this all immensely amusing, and since no one seemed to have any idea what else to do at the moment, she decided to excersize her anti-grav powers on Weasel. Suddenly the little guardian was floating upside down through the air to face the doorknob, and then... just hung there, barely out of reach of either sword or door. >> She definitely had a bit of her father's sense of humor.
"Bryn, would you put him down on the sword so we can get this taken care of please?" Kitsyn was feeling very agitated at the moment, and it wasn't entirely due to Deadpool. He was just aggravating nerves already frayed earlier that day. Bryna seemed to pick up on the not-quite anger in her psuedo-parent's tone and set Weasel down atop the sword's hilt, if a little belatedly. Kitsyn gave one of those "please nothing else" sighs and nodded at Weasel. "Well... go ahead."
((You can make up something similar to what they had or... whatever... don't even have to make any particularly big descriptions if you don't want to. I was just sorta planning for them to shut Deadpool up in one of the rooms while they took care of whatever else, but if Rev does show up that might prove enough distraction... XD; I dunno. We'll just see what happens...))
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