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 Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 12:22 am
"Yeah." Josh snorted, raising an eyebrow as he stared at the egg. He still found it rather...weird that the aliens here gave birth to eggs of all things. And that they were this colorful. Oh well. It wasn't as if he hadn't met weirder aliens. Invisible ninja huh? He thought. Almost like that time Spavid could become invisible when he became a Merthozian adult. Josh had found it cool, but he did have to admit it got annoying when Spavid started showing off and became all haughty.
Blond? It reminded him of Brett, and possibly Yoko. Though she did have that awful dye job done. But putting his pants on backwards and having glasses? Josh shrugged. "I don't think I know them."
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 6:43 am
What was he thinking. "No, it really couldn't have been ninjas. I kick the crap out of those guys all the time. There'd be no way." he shook his paw dismissivly. "It's not like they can teleport or anything, things like that ninjas just don't use. They only have their stars and their swords. --And let me tell you those things hurt. -Well getting shot in the butt hurt a bit more then getting turned into a dartboard for all those throwing stars.." Yeah, getting shot in the rear was a killer. No one would ever have guessed how long it took for you to be able to sit down again.
What a pain.
"Well you'd have had to have seen them I guess. But like I said, they didn't go THAT way." The merc paused, thinking for a moment. "No one really every goes that way. --You wont want to go there. Bad idea, very bad idea. -I mean unless you didn't mind getting nabed and terrorized before becoming a lab rat and then finally turned into a living dead where you wont really remember things and you'll just want to maul people." ...Could anyone really take anything Deadpool said seriously?
Oh the things he could make up, just to continue listing to that bizare voice of his. Or was it to keep people around? "Besides, it's not like you have any real place to go, Chucky." the male nodded, glancing back at the blue egg to make sure it was still there (which it oviously was as it really couldn't roll, not when it couldn't even stand).
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 1:51 am
Ninjas.
It reminded him of all those aliens whose butt he had kicked during his missions. I really need to find these aliens and kick their butt. He thought furiously. Though he wasn't very sure he could, with his tails (ugh, how did they live with them?) getting in the way.
"You're not serious." He finally said, looking annoyed. Lab rat? Please. Like anyone could try and use him as an experiment! Just let them try. The marshal wasn't in one of his better moods, obviously.
"Weeeelllllll, of course not." Josh shot back. "This obviously isn't Earth." Though it did have Earth-y trees, and such, but hey! Different planets might have some similarities too! Although all those previous ones he saw had no resemblance to his home planet.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 1:56 am
Ninjas. The answer for all life's problems.
..No wait.
'You know this kid really needs some help. I'm practially heart broken here. It's like watching some sad messed up movie where the clowns win. -Just less creepy, and with with less urges to shoot the TV for showing a #%$* clown. They all need to die. DIE! --Right. Depressing kid. He oviously needs some sense knocked in him. And I need him around to blame.'
"Oh I AM serious. Experiments go on all the time. If you know where to look. And since you're new here I'm lending a partially furry, yet gloved paw to you. I mean it's not like you have any family here, Chucky. You're the perfect target." Didn't the kid see? If he was all by himself, even with the little furry Fluffy thing, he wouldn't stand a chance. He'd be picked off like vultures and a hamburger. There'd be no one to who'd notice he was gone, nothing could be traced. THE PERFECT TARGET!
Wade glanced around, ears perking up. "Well, no. It's not. You know, I never found out the name of this planet. Heh, who cares. It might be, wouldn't be the first. There's probably some crazy amount floating around anyways." What was the Merc with a Mouth talking about? "Besides, you at you. You'd probably get struck down by lightning or something. No place to go, and everyone will be after you. Even the weather!" the male nodded.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 6:30 pm
Now, Josh didn't know if he was to believe Deadpool, their previous conversation obviously made him point the mercenary towards the classification "Crackpot" in his mind. The problem was, he was the first person he had met here, and well. Josh didn't know if he should even trust anyone. "Well, I have to find them first, don't I?" Of course, he was having no luck finding any of his team members, classmates or even teachers.
God forbid if he found his father.
Crazy amount floating about what? His eyes narrowed, and his breath escaped in a sigh. Should he be even talking to him and wasting his time? "That's until I find shelter, anyway." Which shouldn't be long, right?
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:48 am
Crackpot. A word commonly used to describe the Merc with a Mouth. Along with idiot, crazy, freak, among others. Wade really couldn't get a break on being descibed as such, as well..He did seem that way, but who was to say that it was entirely his fault? It was those jerks back at Weapon X, they messed with him so much and left him for dead when he became classified as a 'failed subject'. They practically made him nothing more then walking scab tissue! Man, he should have blown them up in five different languages.
"Well oviously. Unless they aren't here. -I mean Bob isn't here. Kind of miss the school girl screaming and his amazing vanishing powers when trouble arives." What ever did happen to that guy anyways? He missed his hostage best friend. Sure he had Weasel, and Taskmaster had ended up here too, even that Venom guy (who he had immidiatly made his 'wingman' upon meeting). You know maybe one of these days he'd go out and look for him. That'd be fun. He'd bring Weasel along too. Mission: Find Bob.
Sounded like a plan.
The merc shook his head. "You act like shelter is easy to find around here, Chucky. -Well I've got news for you. It isn't. --But I mean, I guess you're cute enough that some group of girls will take you in. But you should watch out for those ones. Very clingy." He wasn't just going to mention the HQs, nah, Josh didn't need to know about those. Deadpool had found a place the live the minute he had gotten to this world. He had been rather lucky, finding such a nubile woman, one that had become his girlfriend with a little persistance. She was quirky like him too, so it all worked. Really, it didn't seem like he was mooching anymore, least not to him, not while he was dating someone that lived in the house (which, mind you, was not the reason he was dating her).
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 10:44 pm
It wasn't Josh's fault either that he had immediately labeled Deadpool as a crackpot. He was a teenage space marshal from the future, who had no idea how or why he had ended up being a kitsusagi, but there was that theory about them being evil space aliens. While it might have sounded weird to others, it made perfect sense to him.
He wrinkled his nose. Many other people had arrived here, that he didn't know? That was illogical. At least his teammates should be here! Why would they only want to capture him, Joshua Kirkpatrick, of all people?
"Amazing vanishing powers huh?" He almost wished he had them now, to poof away from Deadpool, without the guy accusing him about the egg thing. And besides. It would be impossible. Unless someone like Brett developed a chemical that would make one invisible.
"I don't need girls to take me in." Josh shot back, looking almost disgusted. He didn't mind girls, of course, but still. He'd rather just live alone and watch television. "I don't like clingy girls."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 2:12 am
Deadpool certainly could related to an evil space alien theory. Ok, well he could relate to knowing evil space aliens. 'Space aliens? Where else would aliens come from? -Unless there's some kind of Mystic Realm aliens. You know actu-' There was that alien, that being that was obsessed with Death, that guy that cursed him to live forever so he could never see Death again. Deadpool and Death had a relationship that the pirticular being was jelous of. He had Death's love, though she was rather clingy. Either way he was cursed with life, to-
"-Hey is it just me or did my personal narration get cut off? Well that was weird. Kind of like that time when it was broken and everyone could hear it. -Yeah, that was weird." It seemed that the Merc With a Mouth's personal narration was broken again, and he was just talking outloud.
Wade nodded, tapping his claws against the ground. "Oh yeah. He's real brave to. You should've seen him take on that dinosaur." Which poor Bob didn't really 'take on'. It was more of, was grabed and draged off by. Deadpool hadn't even gone after the poor guy, but then again the merc had weird ways of showing his friendship.
"Well not many guys are into clingy girls. -Too clingy. It's not good if you want to be able to breath." Wade certainly was women obsessed, and very much loved to flirt. Of course he had a girlfriend, and he was quite the loyal guy if one would want to believe it or not, so his flirting with other women (which consisted of many inappropriate comments) was as far as he'd go. "They'd stick like you like little kids rabidly cling to all things Hannah Montanna -who's actually getting pretty nubile if you ask me. --Of course I guess you could say that kids rabidly cling to all things Jonas Brothers. But they really do hurt the ears. Worse then nails on a chalkboard." Someone needed to make the Jonas Brothers go away. Forever.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 3:03 am
Personal narration? For what seemed like the millionth time, Josh raised an eyebrow skeptically at the mercenary, trying not to groan and asking himself why he was still talking with Deadpool, of all people. And especially, why had he met such a weird guy on this planet?
It wasn't as if he hadn't met weird aliens before, but yeah. It wasn't fun handling them by himself, and he wished Yoko and Brett would turn up. Come on, you guys, you've gotta be here somewhere.
"Dinosaur?" He muttered. This guy didn't live that far in the past, did he? If he remembered correctly, the merc lived in his dad's period. Or maybe his grandfather's period. He wasn't exactly sure.
"Of course not." The space marshal replied. Which was why he had refused to go out with that alien girl. She was nice, but having her family on her neck was ridiculous! Who knew if they wanted to cross examine him during a date, or at awkward moments?! "What?" He asked, looking rather confused. Hannah Montana? Jonas Brothers? Who were those people?
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 4:38 am
He blinked, staring at Josh rather strangly. "You didn't hear that. My personal narration isn't broken again." he shook his head. Really now just how many times could the thing break? He was going to start to loose count.
"That is a good question. How many times HAS my personal narration broke? Between the times where everyone could hear it, it completly stoped working and my lovely little yellow boxes disappeared --and my little yellow nubs to. Geeze, I have lost count as to how many times my personal narration has broken. --Hmmm I wonder if Cindy Crawford- Huh?" he spoke aloud, though he really hadn't ment to.
"Yeah dinosaur. From the Savage Lands. We accedently teleported a bunch of them into Manhatten. -But we fixed it. And I got to shoot and stab a bunch of giant possessed lizards. -Good times." And wouldn't anyone want to go out in style, fighting dinosaurs could only lead to an amazing death, should one die.
"You've never heard of them? Well seems you been spared Chucky. Ears bleed when they sing. Almost as bad as disco."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 4:57 am
A small sigh escaped the kitsusagi's lips as he shifted rather awkwardly, listening to Deadpool answering his own question. It should be, since he hadn't said anything that caused the other to ramble on.
...Then again, Deadpool rambled a lot, whether or not you said or asked him anything.
The ultrapet beside him emitted a few robotic noises, urging Josh to continue looking for the others, but he just shrugged and sighed. He had been searching for quite a while now, and maybe, just maybe, Deadpool did really see them.
Or not. And he was just wasting his time here.
Josh liked wasting time though, so it didn't really bother him. Plus the fact that it was just the first day here, so the teen didn't mind slacking, like he always did.
"That sounds really fun." Josh said sarcastically. It rather reminded him of when he fought aliens though. Oh god, I want my weapons back. He blinked, looking at Deadpool again in puzzlement. "Disco? I think that was grandpa's time. Or great grandad's time. I don't know, I should ask Yoko. She's the one loving the music scene. And her songs make my ears bleed. "
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 5:18 am
he wasn't known as the Merc With A Mouth for nothing. Rambling on and on even when no one was talking to him was what he did. Of course he talked a lot more when people were around, and Josh was just lucky enough to be around.
Deadpool casted a glance at the little ultrapet. He had forgotten the little thing was even there. Speaking of thing he'd forgotten about. Wade glanced over his shoulder, back at the blue egg which hadn't moved or gone anywhere. Ok good. The last thing he needed was to end up loosing it, especially after Chucky had broken it.
"Oh it was. -Though they had some pretty powerful jaws. One almost ate my favourite gun!" Of couse the moment that happened he shot the poor thing. Poor poor pitiful dino. "Disco is dead. -But there are those crazy people that are trying to bing it back. -Or happen to be living with their minds in the past. -I don't know how anyone could listen to that crap. Of course they did have some pretty hot women that'd sing that stuff."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 5:39 am
If he had said that out loud, Josh would have immediately argued that he hadn't broken the egg. That was the truth, of course, and Josh didn't like being blamed for something. Especially when he hadn't done something wrong.
...And that wasn't very often.
"That sucks." Wait, was he sympathizing with Deadpool now? Josh did have his own gun, photon device actually, but he cared more about his laser daggers. Still. He knew how it felt like to have his own weapon. "Never heard it. But with Yoko's music, I have enough of ear bleeding."
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 6:00 am
It may not have been Josh's fault that the egg was broken, but it wasn't entirly Deadpool's fault that the egg was broken either. The egg wasn't really broken to begin with. It just couldn't stand up like the rest of the eggs. He'd even tried putting the egg in a blanket to keep it up, and yet it had still toppled over. Really that egg would not stand unless you were holding it up with something making sure it wasn't about to topple over. Either way, Wade had concluded that such things ment the egg was broken.
Broken, and Chucky's fault.
"Oh it was. I shot its brains out though. No one touches my guns. Not unless they want to get shot. -Well my girlfriend could touch my guns." he wiggled his hidden eyebrows. "And well Weas makes them. But anyone else would just be asking to get shot. -Like those guys that bring you bad news. They just need a shot in the knee -or the head."
He wasn't aware who this Yoko was, but if this kid was from the future, then how would he know. "Ever tried singing with her? I'm pretty sure if you sing louder then her when she's trying to sing she'd stop. Women tend to get mad at you and storm off when you interupt them. -And that's when they do those super hot and sexy pouts. --It's actually pretty easy to get them to make out with you when they're like that too." the merc nodded, why did more of the half of his opinions involve women?
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 11:42 pm
Well, Deadpool was the father, and had an obligation to take care of the egg, and Josh had no connection to it whatsoever. Even if he wanted to, which would never happen. The teenager rather disliked kids. And babysitting.
"They're just the messenger though." Josh commented, quirking an eyebrow. Deadpool wasn't serious about shooting them, did he? Sure, they brought the bad news, but they didn't cause it.
"I don't sing." He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "And singing with her would mean going closer to her, and my ears would die. Really die. They have enough torture already; from all the concerts she always makes us go to." A ludicrous look passed his face. "You have to be kidding me. Yoko is anything BUT sexy. Okay, she's a nice girl, but yeah." He'd never know if the girl was listening nearby and started yelling at him or something about him insulting her.
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