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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 2:25 pm
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 4:32 pm
Deadpool yawned, stretched, and sat up... or tried to. A two-day-old, mostly melted pizza had glued him to the floor. After a couple of seconds, he managed to free himself, but there was gooey cheese and pepperoni all over the back of his costume. He looked over his shoulder at it, then reached back and picked off a pepperoni slice. "This would be a disaster if I cared about hygiene," he said absently, then teleported alway to find a job. Had he been offered a job opportunity before he went to sleep? He couldn't remember... ... Nah.
{Exit to Unknown}
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 8:37 am
 ENTER from Gotham
The man soon made his way into the upper floor window of an old abandoned building. Once in, he made his way down the rotting hallway and up to a rather new looking door. He opened it and stepped into a fairly cleaned up and furnished room. Couch, bed, tv, kitchen, working bathroom, etc.
After moving to the kitchen to pull a package of blood out of the deep freeze, he moved towards the bedroom to try and sleep off whatever was still lingering in his system. Best to keep to himself for a while.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2009 2:30 pm
A strange wave of Magic, barely disernable to normal people, but immensly strong to Magic users, spread across the area. It seemed to come from outer space.
(( It's from the JLA Sattelite ))
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 10:14 pm
((This is only heard by those with JLA communicators))
"Attention, all active and reserve members of the JLA, This is Superman, please report to the JLA Watchtower immediately, to regroup and deal with this crisis. I repeat, all active and reserve members, this is not a drill."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:35 am
(enter Spider-man from New York.)
Spider-man dodged into his always-open window. Alright, now just get your stuff out of the trunk and go... Peter had kept some of the specialized gadgets that he'd invented over the years to deal with various foes, but seeing as worlds were merging and there was war on the streets, he had decided that he would be better safe than sorry, and that now was the time to pull out all the stops. He passed over his Spider-armor, both the Starktech and the old silver stuff. The plate armor would just slow him down, and there was more to worry about than bullets. And the Starktech just represented a liablility that he didn't need.
Instead, he opted for his modified, electrically insulated suit with the light kevlar linning. If there's one thing I know about Doom, it's that he likes to shoot lightning at people. He also grabbed a pair of Reilly's old web-shooters. The stingers might be useful at some point. And his own super-concentrated web fluid that he only used for emergencies or really slippery villians. Finally, he grabbed his air filter mask, and then swung back out of the window. "Ready or not, here I go..."
(exit Spider-man to New York.)
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 5:34 pm
[enter the Comedian from DC Universe]
Edward Morgan Blake awoke with a start in his bed. "Wait..." he thought out loud, "Didn't Veidt throw me out the window? I should be dead..." Promtly, he got up, and called in with every government agency he ever worked with. Many of them didn't exist, according to the operator. Others didn't know who the Comedian was, somehow. Hanging up the phone, he realized the joke: he WAS dead, and this was his afterlife. He walked over to his closet, and said, "Now to find out if this is Heaven or Hell..." He opened the closet, found his hidden button, and pressed it. The secret compartment opened up, and there it was, perfectly situated: his costume. "So... there IS a Heaven..." He donned it, and came to a realization: in his numerous dialings, he learned that there WAS no Keene act here. He could be fully active without answering to the government. This was more of a relief than he'd thought it would be. He was his own man again. Free to deliver justice how he saw fit, without all the red tape that government work brought with it. As he put on his costume and armed himself, he realized another thing: if this really WAS Heaven, he had no need to hide his scar anymore. Instead of putting on his whole mask, he donned the domino mask that he hadn't worn since Vietnam. Walking out of his apartment and onto the street, he thought to himself, "New York. Now HERE'S a joke..."
[exit the Comedian to Fisk Tower]
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 10:19 am
The man soon woke up from his sleep to the sound of commotion comming from some floors below him. He resided in an abandoned building, so it wasn't hard to guess just what kind of people had wandered into his home. Junkies, thugs, homeless, etc...
He sighed a bit and rolled himself out of his bed to strech a bit. Cracking his neck a bit, he moved out of the fairly furnished room and into the rotting hallway. Better make sure whoever was downstairs wasn't going to cause any damage.EXIT to Gotham
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 3:35 pm
{Enter from New York City}
Deadpool appeared in the dead hut, and immediately kicked over the first thing he saw... which turned out to be his fake television. Grumbling, he taped the stick 'antennae' back on the top. Stupid... stupid... UGH! And now he was going to have everyone and their dog after him, just because he'd sexed a supernaturally attractive goddess. Well... Might as well finish his nap before the crazy started. Flopping down on the floor, he fell asleep within seconds.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 1:10 pm
(( Please tell me he fell asleep on the pizza again... LOL ))
[enter the Mad Hatter from Gotham City]
Tetch walked through the door of his whimsically decorated hideout, in which there were an obscene number of hats. A very good deal of them served a particular function, but even more served the same one: to turn the wearer into a mindless servant of the Hatter's will. He grabbed a large travelling bag, and grabbed an assortment of the control hats from their racks and stands, being careful to pick out several different styles, including a yarmulke. 'You never knew when you'd need a ya, ya, yarmulke...', Jervis reasoned to himself. After that, he grabbed a few of the specialized hats of his. These, he had created for himself to wear. One of them, looking like a stylish fedora, even erased the insanity within his own mind while he wore it. Throwing all of the specialized hats he had chosen, except for that one in question, into the bag as well, he packed a costume of his, and then changed into a normal suit. He picked up the bag, and then placed the sanity-enducing fedora upon his head. Immediately he said, "Wow, I never get used to the sudden change..." and walked back out into the streets, bag in hand.
[exit the Mad Hatter to Gotham City]
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 3:50 pm
Deep within his new home, the new Shadow Gallery, which he had made himself, V sat in wait. He still had over half a month left, but he already had so much done. All the gelignite had been made, the violet carsons were blooming, his knives were sharpened, the music had been written. The sweet music. So much to see, hear, and do in a world without facism, and it was a shame that he had things to do that would prevent him from seeing them all. A shame, indeed. He sat down, and read one of his favorite plays. William Shakespeare's 'MacBeth'. After getting though the forst act, he looked once more at the calendar, in anticipation of his coming tasks. "Remember, remember..." V thought out loud, then he went back to his play.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 10:45 am
// gah...so much to do. Gonna have to be a short update until tonight. ...hopefully. //  ENTER from Exodus Alcina soon appeared in her own realm, her home. She simply stood there and stared silintly at the floor for a few very, very long moments. She wanted to cry, scream, destroy something, just have a huge fit herself. But she'd always been in more control over her emotions than that. Magic helped, but still...she wasn't going to get upset over him. Not now. He didn't care about her, then why should she. And yet she just couldn't help but think that he was right somehow. Goodness knows she had her shair of affairs. Was she really expecting him not to himself? Maybe she just felt betrayed that he went behind her back with them. If she had known that, then she wouldn't have... Letting out a very heavy sigh, she turned and started for her own small throne like chair. She needed to sit down. But, she stopped halfway there when she found a neatly wrapped box sitting on the seat of her throne. It wasn't a huge box, but it filled her seat. She left her realm open more than X did...but still no one should know about how to find her home. At least no one that would leave a gift. Suspicious of it, she continued towards her throne and stopped in front of it, staring down at it a moment. Nothing looked odd about it... but she definately had a bad feeling about it. And she was not in the mood to mess with someone foolish enough to try something with her. After a moment, she picked it up to inspect it a bit better. It only seemed to weigh a few pounds.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 5:35 pm
Alcina looked at the box skeptically a moment longer, then decided simply to open it. It was hardly easy to get here, so someone did a bit to get it here. Besides...nothing too surprising that a goddess of magic couldn't... Then she found a not as she opened the lid, sitting on top of another box that was wedged inside of the one she held. It was from Hoshi. The frown she had been wearing since she arrived fell even further. Anything from him wasn't good news. That should be indication enough for her to incinerate whatever this was or launch it into space. But...the note said that she'd probably want to keep what was inside. It didn't say much other than that. She stared at the box with the same skeptisism, then slowly, carefully, opened the lid of the next box. This one seemed to be stuffed with paper. She lifted the top layer out of the box, and the first thing to meet her was an aweful odor. Then...she gasped...dropped the box...and stumbled backwards into her chair. As the box hit the ground, Mugin's head rolled out of it and across the floor. Another card slid out with it, but Alcina didn't even see it. She just stared wide-eyed at the face that was looking back at her. Her son... After a moment or two, the note caught fire and suddenly raced across the floor. Alcina noticed that, and watched as the fire spelled letters across her floor. You should really keep a better eye on your kids. And maybe lock your door more often. There are more presents and surprises for you throughout your little museum of a home. - Hoshi Alcina stared at the fire a moment, then both hands squeezed the arms of her throne hard enough that it decentigrated it in her fists. Glowing white and yellow energy began flowing furiously around her, snapping and knocking over anything it touched. Alcina stood, her expression the very picture of rage, and the energy swirled around her. She was going to kill him. That was all there was to it. Even if she hadn't already been furious, she'd have killed him for this. She'd make him pay. A second later, she was gone. EXIT to The Raft
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 5:38 pm
"DON'T TAKE IT!!!" Wade yelled, shooting up into a sitting position without any prior warning whatsoever, "I NEED MY... Mouth..." Trailing off, he looked around slowly, his eyes wide and his breathing fast. Deadhut. No Australian, singing Wolverine in sight. Whew.
Humming tunelessly under his breath, he got fluidly to his feet, kissed the picture of Bea Aurthur that was hanging just to the left of his fake TV, and wandered into the food place. You couldn't really call it a kitchen; at least HE didn't think so. Deadpool didn't care; he couldn't cook, anyway. Although... "Aaaaalllll!" he called brightly, "I just decided that it would be funny to rearange the entire kitchen and then watch you trying to cook! Doesn't that sound like the essence of a heartwarming 80's sitcom?"
No response.
Irritated, Deadpool went to find her. She wasn't there. ...She wasn't THERE? She was freaking BLIND! HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN! Okay, he understood the whole universe mish-mash bit, but how had the Deadhut gotten there without Blind Al? Dammit! "DAMMMMMMIIIIIT!" Now what was he supposed to do for fun, aside from maiming, killing, and rearranging that Parker guy's furniture and erasing all the messages from his no-longer-wife on his cheap excuse for an answering machine? JEEZ!
"I guess I could get myself killed by a demi-god," he mused, "... Nah. Been there, done that. I could... bother the Joker! OH YEAH! Or I could stalk Norman Osborn and systematically cut off body parts! That'll teach him to steal information from a job that I TOTALLY OWNED on, thereby ruining my employer and making it impossible for me to get paid DESPITE the fantastic job I did, and then have the nerve to hire freaking Tiger Shark to come kill me. Oh, yeahyeahyeah. Osborn first, then Joker. Although... Joker hurt my feelings. OH! But SOMEBODY dressed me up in one of those... Anime... thing... costumes, with the really short skirts... It made me feel pretty, and it really showed off my legs, I must say, but the POINT STANDS!" He pointed directly out of the computer screen at a certain girl, "Let this be a lesson to you, Sapph. I will not be objectified like that. I'm a person... just like--HOLY ****** on a ******* **** hooker!"
During this long and rather pointless stream of consciousness-type monologue, he'd been removing his mask and getting ready to eat something that had probably expired three to four days before. Just before his exclamation, however, he'd caught a glimpse of himself in a dirty, smudged mirror on the wall. ... Okay, it was a long shard of broken glass that he used to cut open ramen packages. The point still stood.
HE WASN'T SCARRED.
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AT ALL.
Deadpool unconsciously moved a little closer, touching the side of his face experimentally. Part of him thought that he was really just hallucinating again. Part of him thought that Typhoid had drugged him with some kind of trippy something, and suggested that he should really find her and ask her for a bit more. Part of him was actually shocked into silence.
The fourth part was the one that actually organized itself into something that could be articulated. "... Dammit, I look like Ryan Reynolds."
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Comic_Book_Joker Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 4:46 pm
(( Do you have ANY idea how long I waited to see that? ))
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