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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 4:14 pm
"And bewbs. Don't forget bewbs." Deadpool cackled and swung the gun around more, shooting into the sky once to scare the heck out of Pop.
"I wouldn't have shot you on purpose though. Seriously. A shot in the head would've killed you, and you haven't pissed me off enough to have an excuse for killing him."
He put away his gun for now so she wouldn't think about stealing it. "And you know I'm like this! Killing, food, and women! And yet you still hang around me. Jeez."
Deadpool sighed and started chucking rocks at trees and random bired flying overhead.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:18 pm
Pop blushed, shaking her head. "Perv!" She accused, throwing a snowball at him. She threw another one, saying that it was for the other gunshot.
"Well, I know that. Besides, if you killed me, I'd ccome back to make your head even more screwed up." She cuckled, lying down.
"I know, I know. Don't get your panties in a bundle man. Besides, you're entertaining." She said, watching him throw rocks.
"I feel like eating Popcorn for some reason..." She muttered, looking around. Prehaps they could raid some little cottage for popcorn.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:30 pm
Deadpool ducked from the incoming snowball, glad that it didn't blind him temporarily this time.
"I'm a guy! Guys like bewbs! Girls on the other hand likes- oh you know what you like about guys!"
He waved his paw dismissively and stared at Pop wide-eyed when she said what she said. "Oh em gee! Do you really mean that? I mean, isn't it cannabilism or something?" Deadpool scratched his head and stared off at the distance. "You're CORN! So eating popcorn IS cannabilism!
Oh well! Just get me butter and salt on that!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:37 pm
Pop blushed even harder, chucking another Snowball at Deadpool. "Pervert." She mumbled again, shaking her head.
"Deadpool, I'm not corn, alright? Get it in your head." Pop sighed, then began using a teacher like voice. "My pattern just looks like corn. If you put me over a fire, I will taste like any other Ulaya. So no, it's not cannibalism." She finished, looking around.
"And the only way we're getting popcorn is if we raid some Human's Winter Cottage, knock them out, NOT KILL THEM, use their microwave, and make the Popcorn." Pop expalined to him. "And, if you help me, your payment will be popcorn."
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 9:55 am
"But it's cannabilism to eat other whatchamacallit since you're not corn!" Deadpool frowned and let the snowball smack him on the side of the head.
Wait, did she just recruit him for a job? Even if it's non lethal, it's something to do with guns and swords and stuff. He was good enough to not kill anyone, at least, his skillz are. His state of thinking might get in the way-
"YEAH YEAH I GET IT!" Deadpool snarled at the sky. "No killing. If I was back home I'd get my non-lethal bullets BUT we're not home so I can use the blunt end of my sword. Like the movies."
He smiled and pulled out his sword, smacking the blunt end against the tree.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 8:43 pm
"U-Lay-uh, Ulaya. THat's what we are Deadpool. And you're what we call a 'Cosplay.'" Pop attempted to explain, even though deep down she knew it was pointless and hopeless.
"And I've never eaten one! I was just making a point!" She said, throwing another snowball at him.
Pop laughed, shaking her head at his ouburst. "Yes, yes, you can use the blunt end of your sword. Just...knock them out, alright? And I'm tagging along to see a pro in action." She said, standing up on all fours.
"Now c'mon, there has to be a cabin somewhere around here."
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:07 pm
"I'm not an Ulaya. I'm not a cosplay. I'm a human." Deadpool just muttered to himself, a confused and thoughtful tone in his voice. For a split second, his face appeared sad before he scampered off in the snow.
"At least you recgonize me and hire me as a merc instead of that freak Taskmaster! I beat him, hands and legs tied, and Tasky still won the merc-of-the-month title! And I bashed him a bit after that, and there was no blood on his clothes. His WHITE clothes. What kind of idiot would wear white clothes when they're going to kill someone! Excluding Moon beam. HEY! I just stole Spider-man's joke! Sooner or later, Tasky's going to have tacky clothes! HA! Tasky? Tacky? Get it?!"
He kept on rambling about characters Pop probably didn't know about, until they both found a small cottage in the distance, in a meadow of snow.
"Oh goodie!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:14 pm
Pop just laughed as Deadpool continued his insanity. Ramblng about some guys that probably wore...oooh~tights. She mentally slapped herself, telling herself to focus.
She was concerened, however, when he said he was human. Wa he really that messed up in the head? Her face became somewhat of a worried pout, before she spotted the cottage.
"Yes, goodies. Hey, maybe we could just crash there if we act all nice and stuff. Cus, it's probably all nice and cozy in there. And they'll most likely have TV." Pop suggested to Deapool trying to use his logic to convince him.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:24 pm
"TV? OMG BEA!" Deadpool shouted, grabbed his sword and gun, and went charging towards the house. He completely have forgotten about what Pop had said, about not killing anyone.
He had only gotten a few yards ahead before he tripped on a root hidden by the snow, rolled over, and accidently stabbed himself with his sword.
"ARGH!" He screamed and laid on his back. Deadpool gingerly pulled out the blade out of his chest, blood streaming everywhere. Just because he was invincible doesn't mean that wounds didn't hurt.
"Oh look! More snow cones!" He smiled and poked the red snow with his bloody snow.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:31 pm
"Ack!" Pop yelled, chasing after Deadpool. She grimaced as he pulled his sword out of himself, and padded up to him. "I know you have a healing Factor, but...mind if I clean that up for you?" SHe asked, slightly blushing.
"And what's with you and snowcones? It's not cherry syrup, it's blood. B-L-O-D Blood." She told him, sighing. Why she had a crush for him? She would never know.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 3:59 pm
"It'll be fine!" The wound was healed completly already, with some bloodied fur to show that there was one in the first place.
Deadpool smammered some snow on it, cleaning it hurridly, before proceeding forward.
"Come on! Bea the popcorn needs us!"
He doesn't know why he didn't shrug off Pop on this adventure already. Besides the fact it was dangerous for her, she could be a good meatshield if needed. And she did suggest this in the first place.
Did these people have guns? He sure hoped so!
Grabbing the bloody sword, Deadpool stabbed the wall over and over, completely forgetting that there was a door next to him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 4:54 pm
"All right, if you say so." Pop sighed, shaking her head. He could be such an idiot at times. Espescially when it involved a mission.
"Actually, we need the Popcorn Deadpool." She said, walking up to him. 'And who's this Bea?" She asked, turning her head. She then proceeded to grab his paw, putting it to the ground.
"And there's a door right next to you, just so you know."
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 7:33 pm
Deadpool turned away from his wall stabbing and gawked at Pop.
"Bea?! Bea's the sole reason I live for life!" He shouted, and started rambling incoherently about bewbs and sexy women.
While doing that, he chucked his sword into the wall, gave a mighty push, and made it crash down.
"AHA! Who needs doors!" He crowed triumphently and scampered around the house.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 7:59 pm
((Awww...I think Pop's poor little heart may have been broken DX))
Pop just gave a small 'oh' as he told her about Bea. Apparentley, this woman was the one he loved. She drooped her head. walking through the open door.
It seemed like no one was home, but she could smell the distinct smell of food. And she could smell human scent on the couch.
She could aslo smeel popcorn. Freshly made, in a bowl on the coffee table.
"Hey, Deadpool, look." She said, pointing to the bowl. "It's all yours. I'll find soemthing else to eat I guess." She sighed, walking to the mini-fridge, prying it open with her paws. Oh joy, an apple.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 12:18 pm
Deadpool didn't notice the slightly depressed look that Pop had, and promptly went to the bowl of popcorn. He promptly scarfed it down, and burped a bit.
"They got anything else? Chicken? Pizza? Beer?" He muttered and peeked inside the fridge. Seeing only the apple, he shrugged and went back to the living room.
"You can have that! Jeez, what are these people living on?" Deadpool scowled, and looked for the remote control for the TV.
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