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 Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 3:57 pm
Father or not, Wade wasn't exactly one to fit under the 'normal father' category. He wasn't even one to fit under the 'normal' anything category.
"Exactly, and that's what makes it even worse." As Weasel had once said. Deadpool had a problem not killing the messenger. So unfortunatly Wade was quite serious about it. You happened to bring the Merc With A Mouth a message and changes were (depending on how bad of a message it was) you were going to get hurt.
It was just the way he was.
Wade lifted a paw, scratching at the back of his ear. "Even better! -If you sing bad and loud they tend to stop a lot faster. It's usually followed by strange stares or a slap to the face." He gave a shrug, if Josh really didn't want to try it out then that was his choice. "Too bad. You'd be a bit more impressive if you at least had one hot girl you hang around with."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 10:25 pm
And Josh would agree that Deadpool wasn't normal anything at all, in a heartbeat.
"They didn't cause it to happen though." Josh frowned, scratching the back of his head. "What if you heard it from the news? Gonna hurl something at the television in anger?" This guy probably needed to take anger management class.
"I'd rather not." The teen mumbled. Who knew what Yoko would do when her spotlight was stolen? She did get rather angry at that new student who seemed to be perfect in everything. Sure, her suspicions were right, and the student turned out to be an evil alien that wanted to attack Galaxy High. But she had been rather pissed off with him. And he didn't want that to happen. "And why do you care?" He said pointedly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 11:37 pm
The red clad merc shruged. Wasn't his problem that the messenger wouldn't have caused the bad news (most of the time). Bad news was bad news, and sometimes (or most times) he just couldn't help himself. It was that same reason he'd done some...'not nice' things to his pals. It wasn't anger management that he really needed, it was more of long hours a therapy, though it really wouldn't have helped. And of course chances were he'd drive whoever he was talking to insane and into the psych ward.
"Now why would I ruin a good TV? -Where would I learn about things like Lindsay Lohan's sad attempts at making music? And where else would I see my lovely Bea?" Throw something at the TV? No never...Well maybe some popcorn or other food item, but nothing to break it. Wave his gun around at it, and tell it off, yes probably that too, but TV was how he spent quite a bit of his time. If he threw something at it, then he'd have to find something else to do.
"Your loss." Deadpool tapped his claws against the ground. Why did he care? "Because you oviously lead a very boring, womenless life." Which guy in their right mind hung around with only one girl?
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 5:27 am
Well, Josh didn't want to be his therapist, he was sure. The marshal didn't exactly think he would live with the mercenary.
"True." Josh frowned. He wouldn't want to ruin a good tv either, it was one of the ways he spent his time slacking. "And okay, you're really getting old with the references there." He wasn't really getting what Deadpool was talking. Sheesh. How old school.
"Well, it's my problem, not yours." He sighed, smacking his forehead with a paw. Was he done? He really should go look for the others now.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 4:44 pm
Anyone with a sane mind would very much avoid ever becoming the merc's therapist. Such a thing would really be tantamount to years a therapy itself. Wade could make anyone crazy. You did begin to get used to his insanity however, if you hung around him long enough.
"Exactly. -And my references aren't old. Ok well Bea, but you don't mes with Bea Arthur. My references are up to date, you just have future-lag or something." Oh how could any of his garble sound current if he was talking to someone from the future. Someone from the future, that hadn't been in the past very long. At least Cable got his references, Chucky not so much.
Wade paused for a moment, fliping his ears back. "Well I don't see why you'd want to live a womenless life." he shruged. "Oh, hey I know! I bet Weas can find your friends for you, and in the meantime you can stay we me. Plenty of women at the Place, and I doubt my girlfriend will mind." Yes, if he draged Josh home then he could pass any and all blame that he'd build up onto the poor boy.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 7:37 pm
Oh yeah, that thing about Deadpool being from the past. Oh great. I'm stuck on a stupid planet in a furry alien's body and the person I meet thinks he's a comic book character AND is from the past. Whoopdeedoo. This was turning out to be a nice day indeed. "It's not my fault I'm from the year 2050." Josh muttered.
He chose not to comment about him having no girlfriends, simply feigning ignorance. Stay with Deadpool? An eyebrow raised in horror. Now wait Josh, think about it. Beside him, Fluffy squeaked. Maybe Yoko was there? The teen didn't see why Deadpool would ever live with her though. Plus, well, he did need some shelter for now. "Alright." He groused.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 11:38 pm
Nuh uh, not the past. From the present. Yes, that would be how the merc was wording it. When you went back in time from the future, you weren't in the past, you were in the present. Whatever the people in that time were calling it, was what it was. Unless you were from the present, going into the past. Then you were in the past. Confusing.
"Well it's not like anyone told you to be from the future." Deadpool uttered, waving a paw. So Josh couldn't help, but be from the future, simply because he was. Didn't mean that it wasn't his fault he came back to the present...Or did it?
A brow arched as Josh agreed. Did he just say yes? Okay, well he said 'alright', but it was the same thing. Hmmm, seemed like he had himself a hostage not-a-roomate. He'd bring the kid back to the Place, if he stuffed him in one of the closets, no one would even know he'd be living there. Or he could use that magical door.
That would work too.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 11:57 pm
The space marshal sighed, for what seemed to be the umpteenth time today. This day had really started out quite weirdly enough, and no matter how many times he pinched himself, it wasn't a dream. He didn't need more bruises then he already had on his arm.
"Let's go then." And get this over with. Perhaps on the way there he would see someone he knew. Or maybe he would be distracted by Deadpool's constant babbling. Now, why did he agree to this again?
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