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Her companion, an older man in a battered Hawaiian shirt, jeans torn at the knees, a pair of black cowboy boots that had been LITERALLY through hell and back and a battered hat with an eagle feather in the band. His face was painted up like a skull as he panted, bringing some gear in a suitcase that had stickers from a good many places on it.

"*Whew!* Yeah, I'm comin', Mae . . . now whatcha got in heah, some bricks?!" the man asked before hearing the fireworks.

"huh . . . well, that's rather foreboding. I wonder what happens next? Black Lanterns surround whoever shot that off?" he asked before a downward flying bottle rocket from the crude firework behemoth ricocheted off the ground in front of him and exploded. "HOLY s**t!!! GET DOWN, MERIDA, WE'RE TAKIN' FIRE!!!" he yelped before he slipped and fell flat on his a**.

Lady Deadpool had taken cover behind a ledge as the fireworks exploded above her with enough dramatic flare to make a most movies look like they skimped out on budgets for explosives completely. Holding both palms over the sides of her head, she kept crouched and tried to shout something out to CJ. The noise of the explosives drowned her out, of course.

As the noise finally faded, and the bursts of light stopped completely, Lady D slowly pulled her hands away from her ears. Smoke was barreling around her in a massive fog.

"Well... I'd say that should draw some attention here. Only problem is now we won't be able to see any zombies." she said. Loudly. She could barely hear herself over the ringing in her ears. "Ooh! This could be like one of those movies where all the zombies come out of the fog in a massive circle. Then we just mow them over with bullets and blades and everything!"

"Awesome?" came a deep, raspy, eerily dark voice from somewhere in the smoke. Sort of... on top of the ledge CJ had taken cover behind. Then the voice tisked in tired amusement. "Hardly the word I would use to describe that pathetic excuse for destruction."

There was a footstep. A heavy one. Metallic and armored. "The only thing you managed to do was create a bit of smoke and scorch the ground." Another metallic sound. A screech. Like metal being pulled against metal. "Nothing destroyed, no one incinerated... just me being told to come down here and take care of the pests that have gotten themselves trapped down here."

From the smoke, a long, gnarled blade slid down and placed itself on CJ's shoulder not far from his neck. As the smoke began to clear from the ledge, the voice began to take shape. "And I must say... I despise tedious tasks."

A man stood on the ledge holding a massive jagged sword down at CJ. His armor was heavy, metal, and bent. As though he had been through one hell of a fight. There was a gaping hole over his chest, and the hole seemed to continue through past his heart. Likely it had been ripped out of his chest somehow. The armor was black, with the symbol of the black lanterns corps on his chest. His hair was red, or at least it was, and was as long as his shoulders. His face was... decomposing. As most Black Lanterns were. It appeared burnt, and his eyes were glowing red.

The Abolisher. Alien god of Anacortis, the one mainly responsible for this whole universal merge, would-be death bringer for the same universal merge, and slain by the embodiment of God's wrath, the Spectre. Now forever cursed to serve the lord of the unliving.

And he did not. Look. Happy.

Lady Deadpool looked over at the two men and just sat there for a moment, trying to figure out what to do exactly. She didn't feel like spontaneously combusting just because she attacked the man. She didn't need that kind of a hot flash down here.

"It was a decent step above a chainsaw, I can assure you that." the large man said, sneering. "Though if you think you could do better, I could always rip your heart out and turn it to ash before you."

"Lead the way then. I'll be prepared for an attack, if need be.",, her voice was low..as she was keeping an eye on the smoke.The loud sound of something..heavy...metal, dragging across the ground made her grimace as she nudged Blackjack urgently,"...Remind me again which rot lives here?", she muttered.

( Sorry for the short post, sug ^^;; )

"They call themselves the Black Lanterns, Mae . . . nasty bastards. Probably the closest I got to scraping death besides actually DYING." Blackjack drawled before looking back and seeing that large man and . . . HIM?! IN THE PAST?!? "Damn, was I REALLY that brash back in the day?!" he asked aloud as he smirked. "Looks like we gotta pull his dumb a** out of the line of fire, eh?" he asked as . . .

C.J. yawned as he listened to the Black Lantern's big-a** yada-yada-yada about how he wasn't gonna get outta here alive, there's more them than him and blah, blah, blabbity-freakin' BLAH that C.J. hocked a wad and spat at the ground.

"I'll give my chances as good as anyone's. But I'm here on a mission from the Fates. Now you gonna ******** with THEM? Or make a road? Your choice jackass. But think quick before I decide to beat your a** to LIFE!" he drawled. Wait, that doesn't make any sense!!

((Well, we can't beat him to death if he's already DEAD, SOOOOO . . .))

Oooh, I get it now!

C.J. smirked. "I had three of those things happen to me on Thursday. Now I say again, punk. Make a road before I take this baseball bat . . ." he said and brandished it. "And knock your a** into next WEEK. However, since you seem beat up already, I'll letcha pick where I hit ya first!" he drawled as Blackjack shook his head from afar.

Damn, I knew I was brash, but REALLY? Talking s**t to a guy named Abolisher? he thought as he shook his head.

Meanwhile, C.J. smirked. "G'wan wit' yer bad self, LD . . . I'll take the big guy." he said as Blackjack facepalmed himself.

Brash AND stupid. Blackjack thought.

Beside him, Voodoo doll smirked, brows raising behind her mask,"..You really jumped into things back then.", she teased, "So...we gonna help him, or no?", she asked, crouching down, one hand fiddling about the pouch she wore around her neck. If this was a realm of the dead..perhaps she could provide some aid.