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 Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 12:27 am
After the front was turned to ashes the rest liquefied themselves to avoid the blast. That was definitely going to be a problem, then again, as long as they kept in a slime like state, they could dodge it when need be. Speaking of dodging, a rather familiar ooze tried curling around the woman's leg while she seemed please with the weapons results. They'd slithered directly under the range of fire, like a big puddle of ketchup and mayonnaise and now the symbiote soldiers had made their way. Only question left was, would Deadpool fire with them so close to the woman ordering him?
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 12:31 am
"Gooooo team!" Deadpool said absently. It was quite unclear which team he was actually referring to. Probably both. After all, neither of them had paid him, and this was better than anything that was likely to be on TV.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 12:39 am
Deadpool noted the ones close to the woman, but aimed his gun at the majority that was still in the hallway. He aimed it closer to the floor this time to try and ensure the wave of energy would hit it's mark.
"You're on your own for a minute babe." he called out. Best to get as many as he could taken out now rather than trying to hit the ones close to the woman. Besides...nothing could be gained if he incinerated the one who wrote out the checks.
The woman grimaced and jerked her foot back away from the advancing symbiotes. She turned and quickly headed over towards another nearby computer to punch something into it. As she did so, she flipped her cell phone back into place to make a quick call. One speed dial number later, she had the phone pressed to her ear.
"We have a problem..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 12:43 am
"No, you think so?" Deadpool asked sarcastically, pulling down his mask and heading back into the staff kitchen to look for something to drink. He was being ignored. He HATED being ignored. Maybe he'd just join up with the symbiote; it would serve them right.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 1:10 am
The symbiotes at the vantage point of the woman didn't seem to be going anywhere, her Deadpool was just going to put more holes in this joint then needed and she herself couldn't run forever."Yield, we have things that require service of your hand, your assimilation can come at a later day if you comply."One face poked out of the muck to speak to her, then another followed by the first."Or we can just take you now and force your services, either way, we don't really care."
A third, actually took on a full humanoid visage and sat itself in the kitchen to watch the other Deadpool."Could use some pizza in this place, maybe some burritos, chinese is good, but you just end up hungry later on."It would seem this one was just used to keep him occupied, a muse for the amusing.
It took on a rather curvaceous female form and had an alluring voice as it spoke to him."We overheard talk of something called the Blood, care to share some intel Mr. Wilson."It knew him, or more accurately a past sense knew him and stalked his inner mind with no real problem. As he'd cleverly stated "It's just another voice in my head".
Wade seemed traumatized when it got off of him, the thought mulled, was he still afraid of the nightmarish things that crawled inside his mind, was he secretly enticed like he'd been with Death itself, or was he going to have a swig of the milk cartoon on the top shelf without pouring a glass like was an appropriate manner?
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 1:16 am
"Please," Deadpool said flatly, looking 'her' up and down before going back to rummaging through the fridge, "I sexed a goddess. Twice." The only thing that he currently knew about Blood concerned Supergirl, and that was one girl he did NOT want to piss off. ... Assuming he hadn't already done that.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 1:28 am
"Come on Wade, you have to admit, it was fun and you got way more respect then those hacks ever gave you."She pressed on, picking the contents out of the fridge using her tendrils to give him a better picking."The divorce is final, I'd assume, but I'm not here for a renewal, I'm here for business. There must be something the infamously amazing mercanery with to many guns for one lady to handle, knows, anything."It didn't touch him directly, which was a safe bet to say if it did memories would fly back and he'd probably blow a swift hole through it. That image would then be helpful in making him feel a need for swiss cheese.
"If you ask me, there can be only one true genuine Deadpool, that woman is a factor that's building between personalities, there's you and then there's Mr. Joking Kill in there. Hard to say which is better, maybe I should be asking him, aside from advances, there is a good assortment of money involved. Say, enough to by a life time supply of delicious chimechangas with condiments and other supplies."That was a good way to enlist him, he loved those things and he was a merc, either by lust of money or lust of flesh, something would spill and it wasn't the milk. She hummed soothingly for all her worth, though she was nothing, but a siren in the midst of certain death.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 6:46 am
He turned around, one eyebrow up, and looked at her with something like interest. Not exactly the romantic kind of interest, though. "Okay," he began, "I'll bite; who the hell are you? What is this? ... And what's with the humm--" And then he got it. "...Terry? You're...?" No. No she wasn't. This was a universe mash up, and this wasn't his Teresa. ... Not that he HAD a version of Teresa.
He stared at the thing for a long, long beat. "...Let me get this straight," he said conversationally, "Either this guy found you and turned you into a zombie-symbiote thing, or he's having some person pretend to BE you in the hopes of distracting me." A very slow, too wide smile that was visible even through the mask spread a cross his face. "And I was just going to leave him alone, too. Bye bye, Terry," he added. There was something wrong with his voice, something that said that something usually hidden had surfaced, at least for the moment. "Try not to be here when I come back for my drink." Then, he turned back and walked out of the room, drawing his swords as he went.
"This one's on the house, lady," he told the woman loudly as he came back into the room, immediately going into his sword dance-cutting people-happy place. He looked for all the world like Spider-man with a pair of swords... which honestly annoyed the hell out of him. With this other Pool running around, maybe he really did need a new costume. Well, it was a thought for another day.
Smoothly, he cut the tendrils trying to attack the woman away as they came, buying her time as she made her stupid phone call. "Don't get used to it," he added quickly, "And please don't tell anybody else; I have an image, and I'd hate to have to come back here and kill you in the most spectacular way I can think of." It was up for debate if she could even hear him over whoever was talking to her, but when had THAT ever mattered?
((Congrats. You just set off the one of the crazy guy's more spectacular triggers. twisted ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 9:39 am
// Sorry for my sudden disappearance yesterday. The internet quit on me. Apparently IT thinks I stay up too late as well. XP //
The woman pause a moment and just stared at Deadpool. It was...a tad unexpected, but she was grateful nonetheless. She'd have to remember to give him something later on, weather this was on the house or not.
"Yeah...it's a bit of a big problem. Just ask him to hide for a bit and watch. It would be best not to have him revealed just yet. Maybe send down some of our finished products." she muttered into her phone, then hung up.
She punched a key or two on the computer behind her, and a portion of the wall slid out much like it had for the other Deadpool. This time, two small hand held guns appeared. She grabbed them and aimed them at the symbiotes. Her eyes however immediately went to all of the exits in the room, as well as where the symbiotes were. She did NOT want any of them to slip by or get lost in here.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 3:51 pm
Well that was just down right cruel and after all they'd done for Deadpool, oh well, whats next? How about a series of sharp spikes, saw-like whips and hammer fists!?!?!? That's right, those things were exactly what spawned from the muck, which had split off into a mass of individual soldiers, each with a pick of one of the three targets. To top that off, they blazed with the added trait of flames. This would indeed be troubling, there was way to many exits to keep track of. Speaking of exit, in each direction, small globs took their leave, to insure a spreading.
"We gave you an option of the easy way or the hard."The voice returned, not quite singled to one of them."You chose hard."The second chimed in."Can we admit it, we were hoping you'd choose that."The last was of the female brand, intentionally used to tick Wade off. With all of them in one position, no one could stop the fleeing symbiotes. Things had gone according to plan.
((What a twist! Exit symbiote globs to different areas each in search of potential hosts.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 3:58 pm
Deadpool, as the designated melee combatant, couldn't just dodge like a jumping bean, like he normally would have; keeping the symbiotes away from the ranged weapons users was top priority at the moment. Whips were sliced through spikes severed, and hammer fists... well, they were either dodged or lopped off at the wrists. "This isn't hard," he informed the voices brightly, "This is FUN! Fun-fun-stabby-stabby fun!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 4:14 pm
// Wow...you're actually becoming problematic for them. So, in interest of fairness, I'm going to let you know right now that if they cannot keep the symbiotes contained, they will have to bring out their triumph card. In which case, God modeing will become a factor. I never like to use it, but you are in their home terf, and they have a LOT of things they don't want compromised.
Just giving you a heads up ahead of time. //
The other Deadpool, continued to blast as many of the creatures as he could.
Charlemagne began firing at the creatures, the guns releasing extremely powerful bursts of energy capable of decentigration, just like the larger gun Deadpool was wielding. She spotted a few of the symbiotes slipping away and let out a rather nasty word or two. She pocketed one of the guns and turned back towards the computer.
She hit one button. A large red one. Red lights began to flicker throughout the hallways and various rooms. It wasn't hard to guess that it was an alarm of somekind.
There were a few rooms that did hold other people, and then there were a few rooms deeper into the complex that just...opened up. The rest, if possible, became locked even tighter than they had before. Not a single crack around the doors could be found, and there were no windows.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 4:56 pm
((Lol, well you made the opening, I actually planned that believe it or not. I did when she tried stopping War the first time. It was either sneak out or recruit Wade and then the others. In the same instance, they aren't interested in your affairs and your trump card will eventually have to come purely based on a simple realization, you need air to breathe, symbiotes don't because they're mindless zombies. twisted ))
Deadpool was clearly out of practice if he thought his actions were moving to fruition. He chopped, slash, and diced, but it was like trying to kill jello, killer jello. No matter how many times he cut, they simply reformed and struck back. Laser Deadpool and his mistress were more of a problem with their weapons, dodging was needed to avoid the dangerous weapons, from actually opening holes in their anatomy or side stepping, this was indeed a hell of a battle.
The runners had trouble slipping by, but with the area sealed that would mean a place of oxygen would be around somewhere, that woman couldn't be stupid enough to cut off her own oxygen supply and think she'd survive long enough with them. The great air duct search began and took up their time.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 5:52 pm
// lol, alright, just letting you know so you don't yell at me later when your characters suddenly appear in another location entirely.
Oh, and I wouldn't underestimate the underground lab if I were you. ninja //
There were a few airducts that were visible throughout the building, all of which were entirely too small for anyone to crawl through. Symbiotes on the other hand could easily slip through them. Most of the tunnels became increasingly smaller until they were as small as a the opening of a jar. Most of those led straight up and connected with airducts of various other buildings on the surface. Jewelry stores, malls, court houses, etc...
The other few led into a large underground green house. Clearly, they had made precautions to supply their own oxygen to the building should they need it. There was also a small sense that someone was inside the room.
From out of one of the other rooms that had been opened thanks to the alarm, a large, muscular green creature emerged. If it hadn't been for the small black spikes that riddled his body, he might have looked for all the world like another symbiote. But that's not what they grew here.
The Blood creature let out a soft growl and turned towards the entrance to this particular hallway.
From out of one of the other rooms, the newly freed Shocker and Bombshells walked out. Nothing had come to their area yet, but they prepared themselves anyway. There was nothing physically different with either of the girls. Herman, however, seemed to have a bit of an upgrade to his gauntlets.
More than likely one of the perks he had been given along with the invitation to join this little organization.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 8:55 pm
Deadpool, buying time and space for the people with guns even though he wasn't actually doing damage, muttered, "Dammit, what did I do with that sonic cannon? ... I hid it somewhere. Where did I hide it? Dammit!" Come on, white boxes; what are you HERE for, huh?
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