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 Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 1:11 am
 After trying MANY unsuccessful times to stand and walk on two legs, Josh had given up and resorted to walking on all four...paws. The thought of it made him shudder still as he padded on, blue eyes searching around the unfamiliar landscape for a familiar face...besides Fluffy that was. And not Bobby either.
The space marshal glanced at his ultrapet with a slight wince. Whoever these aliens were, they were good. Not only could they turn humans into their kind, but ultrapets as well. "When I find these aliens, I'm gonna kick butt." He muttered under his breath, a little angry at himself for not bringing any weapons. No laser daggers, no photon device, nada. "How could they have ambushed us at night without us knowing, eh Fluff?" The ultrapet answered with a shrug of his tiny shoulders and continued walking on.
Josh sighed, shaking his dark head. This was really ironic. He had to walk on four legs like Fluffy did, and now, Fluffy had to walk on two. "Brett? Yo? Anyone?" He paused for a while, a small frown crossing his face. "Dad?" Even the Principal on Galaxy High must have been captured right? "Why the hell didn't the defense shield work?" He said aloud.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 2:11 am
 Deadpool wasn't too far off from Josh, the red clad Merc with a Mouth sitting about, his back pressed up against a tree. A bright blue egg was straped around the merc's chest, why exactly was to be see. No, actually not even the merc knew why he was walking around with the egg. One of three eggs, actually a red, a silver, and a blue. From what the male could recall the red one had been given away to his girlfriend's brother, and the silver one was back home. He couldn't really carry around two eggs, now could he.
The merc was actually taking being a father quite well, after all every now and then people did get pregnant. Then again the fact that he was a father was a tad odd. Oh well.
Deadpool gently took the egg from its holder and placed it upon the ground; where it unfortunatly decided that it was incappable of standing upright and quickly toppled over onto its side with a SMACK. "Opps." Wade blinked, lifting the egg back up to check it over for any cracks. With a quick look over, finding no cracks at all the merc placed the egg back on the ground.
CRUNCH.
His ears drooped. "Ok. I think it's broken. -Now who can I blame? --Weas? No he's not here. -That rock? No, too suspicious. How about-" Covered brown eyes narrowed as a figure appeared to be walking in his direction. Wade grined. "Aha! It's your fault!" he shouted at the figure, who still seemed to be a ways off.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 2:18 am
The marshal was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the red figure by the tree, only noticing him when he called him. Blue eyes widened as he yelled back. "My fault?! This..." He gestured to himself with a paw. "Is all YOUR fault." He jabbed a gloved paw towards the "alien", running towards him and skidded to halt in front of him. Well, he hadn't really got the hang of walking on four legs...yet. "What have you done to the rest of Galaxy High, you alien?" He demanded, angrily, giving him a fierce glare.
Beside him, the ultrapet chirped and he turned to look at where Fluffy was pointing. "Ahhh?" He blinked as he noticed the egg. "What the hell?!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 3:02 am
The merc's arm remained outstretched as he continued to point to the other, that was until the other responded. Placing his paw back down on the ground he watched as the other ran towards him quickly skidding to a stop before him. "My fault? How is it MY fault? -Wait. What's my fault?" Deadpool paused, canting his head to the side. What just happened? "Look if I happened to steal something from you, or maybe happened to blow up your house -or maybe even killed someone you know. --I swear it was all an accedent. I WAS SET UP! Like how Brittney was set up for downfall the minute she can out with that Opps I Did It Again song!" his bizare voice had gotten rather loud as he reached the end of his sentace.
"Alien?" he blinked, quickly jumping up (being careful not to land on the egg) and pulling out one of his swords. "Where? I wanna chop it!" His gaze shifted around, but when he saw that there were no others around his shoulders lowered, and he turned back to the other male, sword still drawn. "How long have you been seeing things? You should think of getting your eyes checked. Or is this some sort of plot device the writters set up? If this ends up like those weird movies like that Plarko or Darko or whatever it was, I'm gonna have some words! --I didn't understand that movie! --What happened to the good stuff. With Fonzie! HUH? WHAT ABOUT FONZIE! -OR BEA! --Woah I think I was stuck on caps there."
Had Wade been drinking...It was hard to tell.
As the other and the little tiny thing eyed the egg he picked it p shoving it into Josh's arms. "That! You broke it. -I'm telling."
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 3:11 am
"Well, the fact that I'm not human, and part of your rabbit-something alien race!" Josh yelled, looking particularly furious. It wasn't as if he had done anything wrong to deserve this...unless you counted all the pranks he had pulled on various people. He listened to the rest of the other's ramblings with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah right. Spears? I think only my dad listens to her. Hello, that is so fifty years ago. I mean like, are you still living in the past? Lemme guess, the 10's?"
"So what, you are, well, were," He checked himself quickly, "A human too? Do you know where any others are held?" He took a few steps backwards as the other unsheathed his sword. Well. It wasn't as if he had his laser daggers, and his hands, um paws, itched for them. "What the hell are you saying?" His mind struggled to comprehend what the other had said, an eyebrow raised his horror. This guy wasn't nuts...was he?
"Um. I didn't even touch it before!" Josh flailed, shoving the egg back to it's...rightful owner. Now he was being blamed for something? So maybe he had been blamed many times, but that was when he had actually did something to be blamed. "Anyway it's just an egg. You planning to eat it or something? Why the hell is it so big anyway?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 3:40 am
'Rabbit-something race? People are racing rabbits? -I wonder if there's good money in that. --Oh wait. That's not what he ment. Should have caught that. --What no yellow nubs today? Is this going to be some every now and then thing? Because I really don't think I can take all this dissapointment. Thinking my frist person narrative is getting little yellow nubs-heh nubs-and then nothing. NADA. Major let down. &@%# writters!'
"I'm not a rabbit! -At least I'm pretty sure I'm not. I'm a kitsamawhatsit. -Yeah. One of those." Ever since he had ended up in this alternate-universe he hadn't quite taken to the species terms. They were what they were and who cared if he learnt them or not. At least he got part of it right. "Fifty years ago? HOLY CRAP! -What year is it? I mean the last I checked she wasn't that old. -And still looking pretty hot -notthatI'ddateher- Wait a minute. She was on TV just the other day. -You are seeing things. Or thinking."
Wade paused, giving his black tiped tails a flick. "I'm from the Marvel universe, made popular by comic books everywhere. -Yes I was human. But then I ended up here probably from some universe portal thing, and now I'm stuck. I'd play a sad song on a violin now if I had one...and I could play." really now the merc's mouth seemed to be moving a mile a minute, actually it was probably faster then that. "People are being held? Wow. Ok. I'll do it Chucky! I'll go save your pals, but this isn't pro-bono work. -Been doing too much of that. I'd much rather get paid. -What am I saying? What am I saying? -Wait, what AM I saying? That's a very good question Chucky."
The red clad merc sneezed as the egg was handed back to him. "Uhhh..Sure you did. You touched it just there. -Your fault. --And it's not food. It's a kid! ...I think. -I mean me and my girlfriend, kinda. And yeah. -And then she got pregnant, and um this is what happened? There's three of them." the male grined, holding out the egg.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 4:25 am
"Kitsamawhatsit?" Josh repeated, seeming rather confused. Whoa, he should have really paid attention in class. Now he couldn't identify the alien races. "I wish Brett was here." He muttered, mostly to himself. "The kid could probably identify this in a minute." He shifted his gaze to Fluffy, who was looking puzzled by this weird conversation. "Not that you can't, Fluff. But you're not an ultrapet now." The guardian nodded with a slightly upset smile. He wasn't having a fun time either.
"Well, last time I checked, she was like, dead?" The kitsu shot back, his lightning bolt tipped tails twitching and he looked back at them in annoyance. Those tails were getting to be rather annoying. "Unless they're showing it on prehistoric TV. It's year 2050, bozo."
"Marvel?" He yelped, a horrified look on his face as his mouth opened slihglty to gape at Deadpool. "What the HELL?! Besides, it's obvious these kitsuthingies captured us and turned us into their kind. Another alien race attempted this before, but well, they were uglier." He sniffed his paw in disdain. "Not like this is any better, but well, at least I don't have three eyes. Did you hit your head on something when you were cosplaying? And, look here, I'm Josh. Not Chucky." He sighed, shaking his head in resignation. "I can't even find them, anyway. I just have to keep on looking."
"A KID?!" Josh shouted, backing away from the egg. Whoa there. "I mean, mammals are not supposed to lay eggs. I don't pay attention in biology, but I know at least THAT."
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 4:53 am
The Merc with a Mouth nodded, as Josh repeated the name. Ear flicking as he spoke of some Brett guy and then spoke again to his guardian, who was seemingly named 'Fluff'. 'Fluff? Who names something that? Except maybe little girls in tutus. -Things like Cuddles and Mr. Sunshine. -Crappy names. Crappy.'
Wade's eyes narrowed, showing though his mask, as they became little white slits. Dead? No that messed up singer who wasn't even that good was not dead. Not at all. "I think you need to get your head checked, Chucky. --She's not dead. I told you she was on TV just the other day. -She's probably on it now too. That's all the news ever seems to be about. Her and that sister of hers. I'd rather party with the Olsen twins then those two." He paused, only to raise a brow. 2050? Didn't the new year just come. It hadn't said 2050 on the calendar. "A sphincter says what?! Did I get teleported to the future? -I haven't even bodyslided once since I've been on this world! -And now I'm in the future! --Tell me they still have cheesy poofs in the future! And donuts! The newyears ball only said 2008! How the hell am I in the future! To many exclimation points!! -There it goes again." The male was...how to put it...a little..of his rocker.
"Marvel universe. Hello~ Don't you read comic books? You're a kid right? All you basicly do is eat junk food, read comics, play video games and stare at girls." a suspicious look was cast at Josh. "I mean, you do look at girls right? -Because if-- Cosplaying?" Deadpool looked down at his costume, blinking his hidden brown eyes. "I'm not a nerd! I don't cosplay. I'm a mercenary. Say it with me now. Mer-ce-nar-y. Mercenary. -Oh while we're at it, say spatula. Spa-tu-la. Spatula!" his gravely voice slowly spoke out the words, like how he had done for Blackblot, that one time. Trying to get him to talk. 'You had to have been there. It was great. -Guy's a stick in the mud though. Wouldn't even say spatula!'
"Where I come from, people with super powers wear costumes. And people who fight people who have super powers wear costumes to. Like Spider-Man. -Comics. Comics! -Now I'm a mercenary. People hire me to get stuff, or blow stuff up. Or kill people. -In one case bring someone -whoIhate- back to life, because if I didn't the world would fall into peril and it would blow up and we'd all die, and then some more bad stuff would happen, and basiclly if I didn't bring him back to life it would have been bad. Really bad. -I also proved that I have a soul. -Great isn't it. Aren't you proud. -Yeah that's great. Josh. Sure thing Chucky." he waved about his sword before poking it at the other.
"The platathings are mammals that lay eggs. -You learn this stuff in sex-ed. -No wait, that doesn't sound right. Maybe it was science? -Kindergarten, before nap time?" Deadpool looked, up tapping his chin with his sword. Where did you learn that stuff? "-Oh, right! On the boring TV channel. --School doesn't teach anything."
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 5:24 am
Tilting his head as he listened to Deadpool's ramblings (Well, for now. He was rather tired of talking to this seemingly insane person and being stuck in this weird alien body), Josh rubbed his forehead with his paw. He was getting rather disturbed by all this. "So you're from the past? When in the galaxy did they develop a time machine?" He shot a questioning look to his ultrapet, who shook it's head. He was in 2008? "Please, s**t, don't tell me I'm in the past. They don't have hornets, or even photon devices here?!" Sure, he didn't pay attention in History either, but he knew that much. Hah.
"Well, yeah. I do read comic books, but not old ones. And I'm SIXTEEN!" The teen practically yelled, mad at being called a kid. "Brett's the little guy, not me. Let's see, junk food, comics, video games and um what?"Spluttering slightly, he changed the topic. "Anyway, you missed out TV, slacking, getting the genius to do my homework, going to the arcade, riding my motorcycle.... And um, okay, I kinda look at girls. I'm totally straight." He confirmed this with a nod. "A Mercenary?" He repeated. "Hah." This guy had to be kidding him, right? He decided that he would give in to the crackpot for now. At the poke in his chest, Josh jumped slightly backward, his reflexes preventing him from getting impaled...well, that was what he thought anyway.
"Yeah well, they're the exception. And now these kitsuthingies lay eggs too." He grumbled to himself. "Well, yeah, school's boring. 'Cept the missions, of course."
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 6:19 am
Deadpool shook his head, he wasn't listening. Not at all. "I'm not from the past, YOU'RE from the future. And I'm from another universe anyway. WE have time machines -not sure about here though. --But I bet Weasel could build you one, or any of those other thingamabobs. -He's a genius."
Those comics were old? Ok well sure Marvel did start up around the Golden Age of comics, but still, them and DC were still going strong, very strong. And Chucky Josh was sixteen was he? He was practially a baby! "Hey! Guess what? --I'm not sixteen! -Though really my age isn't important. --And your little enough." he paused as the other male spluttered. Was it something he said? A grin peeled onto the face of the merc. "Aha! You have a crush on someone!" he nodded, this kid was so guilty. Yup.
"Chucky, you'll pretty much live in front of your TV when you get older. I've seen it happen to a lot of people. Just sit there for as long as they can, wasting away the day, then they start talking to it, and acting like it's real, and they sleep on the couch and don't bathe for weeks. --You have a motorcycle? How is it that a sixteen year old has a motorcycle and all I got left with is a scooter! -Darn it I'm gonna kill Rhino for smashing my car! --Scooters are manly, right?" Wade's tone had gotten a tad more agressive, but when one was complaining that was what your voice usually did. Of course the mercenary's agressive voice, did seem to carry a hint of 'crazzy' in it, if you were to listen very very closly.
"Hah? -What you don't think I'm a mercenary? -Listen here Chucky. I'm one of the best in the business. When people want something done they ask for the Merc With A Mouth, Deadpool! Cleaner of the gene pool! -I mean you're not one of the best until you get offered at least a million dollars. -Which I have. -So I'm one of the best. Dispite all that pro-bono work I do. --One. Of. The. Best!" Deadpool nodded, he was good. Very good at what he did. And he was now better at doing whatever it was Wolverine did.
"Your school has missions? -I wish my school had missions. All we got was homework. -No wonder I skiped so much. -And droped out. --What were we talking about?" his hidden gaze turned back to the egg. "Oh right. --And this is why you always make sure to us-- No wiat. -Yes. They oviously do lay eggs, because this is one. --One that you broke. So when my girlfriend asks. It's your fault. Got it? -Got it! Good!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 5:26 pm
"Oh s**t." Josh muttered. "What kind of aliens can turn us into their kind and put me in the past?" He looked up, an eyebrow cocked in apparent confusion. "Yeah right. If I get the blueprints, but Brett's probably the only one who can memorize them and spit them out. He's the 10 year old genius."
"I'm a teenager, already. I mean, I'm the oldest in my team." Sure, Yoko was only younger than him by one year, but still, age counted right? "And I do not." Josh objected, blue eyes firm. He didn't really have a specific crush on anyone; sure he kinda liked Toby, but it wasn't that serious.
"It is the future." He pointed out bluntly as Fluffy nodded, emitting a robotic noise as he did so. He didn't comment about the scooter though; he felt that this guy had enough to talk about. One thing that rather annoyed him was that he didn't have his motorcycle here, now that he was being reminded of it.
"Ah, Deadpool. Think, Josh think." He tapped the side of his forehead with a gloved paw. "I think I recall it vaguely. I don't read comics all day, you know."
"Well, yeah. Galaxy High is a school for space marshals. I don't like homework either, I always have to convince the little guy to do it for me." The guardian made a derisive noise as Deadpool spoke about the egg. "You've got to be kidding me. Are you sure it's not gonna hatch or something?" He didn't want to be responsible for a broken egg, heck, he didn't want to be responsible for anything!
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 12:20 am
When Josh spoke again of the supposed aliens that had turned them into the kitsumawhatsits, the merc paused to think. Be it to come up with something to at least humor the kid, agter all as far as Deadpool was aware, there weren't any aliens in this world, or at least none he had run into. Just that door room thing that he really hadn't been paying attention to. Again, something Weasel would have known more about. "I bet it's the Skrull. --Bringing everyone together for a major crossover! -People will come back from the dead, or the bathroom if that's where they went, just to see the Skrull invasion." the Merc with a Mouth beemed.
A single covered ear lifted, as that Brett kid was talked about again. "Well Weas can make just about anything. -He makes my guns and other weapons for me. --You could probably tell him whatever it is that thingamabob does and he'd be able to make one. Might not look the same, but I'm sure he'd come up with something." a nod. Wade was very confident in Weasel's skills. But really, after you ruined the life of a guy who would have probably owned his own company (dispite being even geekier then Peter Parker) by now it was all you could really do. Shove a guy into a life that may or may not be on the wrong side of the law and well...At least he had a guy to make his guns.
Wade simply shurged as Josh denied having a crush on someone. Well if he wanted to lie about it.
A rather serious tone had fallen over Deadpool as his comics were only 'vaguely' remembered. "Your future lacks proper education." he grunted, placing the egg back down on the ground...Again it fell over. The merc just stood there, staring at it, for what seemed like ages. It was actually a point in time where the merc was actually quiet for once, but you knew it couldn't last. There was no way he was thinking of smacking the egg with his drawn sword.
No way.
Picking the egg back up he stared at it once more, before that distinct voice of his resurfaced. "It's broken." he said giving the egg a shake and then putting it up to his ear. "So we're still going with all this being your fault. You know the plan right Chucky. Got it memorized?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 12:55 am
Josh groaned inwardly. He was really going nowhere with this crackpot who obviously thought he was a comic character, but decided to humor him. "I wonder where he's holding the rest though." He said, with a sarcastic smile. Truly, he wouldn't have minded having his team by his side right now. He did kind of miss them...just not the singing part.
"I see." The marshal said simply. "Do you think he could build a hornet...or as they call it in old terms, a spaceship?" He winced a little as the word left his mouth. Such a prehistoric term. The last time he'd heard it was when Thurston had come to their school for that "Marshal for a Week" thing, and he was plain annoying.
"I don't care about education." Josh shrugged, sitting down on a rock with a frown. "Always getting my dad to expel me, but nothing ever works." All those pranks he pulled had gotten him mad, but sheesh, all he got was unfair punishment! Sure, he did get expelled one time, but he found a space marshal life quite interesting. Except homework.
"I still think it's gonna hatch. Doesn't mean I was the leader of my team means that I like taking responsibility. " He said stubbornly. He really didn't want an angry protective mother demanding to explain why he had hurt her baby. "And I'm not Chucky, I'm Josh, remember?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 1:44 am
'He probably doesn't know what a Skrull is either! What are they teaching kids. MATH?! --Wait, Skrulls were those green guys with the weird chins right? -Right. Yeah. --Man I really want to fight some zombies. I wonder if there's any swamps around here. I'm behind on my zombie chopping workout. Just look at me, how will I ever keep up these good looks and charm if I don't do my zombie chop workout? --I need a car. -Can I even drive with paws? --Well I can use a gun now, so I should be able to-'
"I'd say in some ship up in space or on their planet, or they might even be dead. -Hey wasn't Balckb- Oh wait. Nevermind. -I bet Cindy Crawford is an alien. No one can be that hot." he uttered with a flick of his ears. "Build you a ship? -Well he built a teleportation device that accedently sent me and Bob back in time so I'm sure he could build a ship. -Though he is kinda small now. Really small. -It'd probably take him a while."
Wade waved a free paw dismissivly. "You can't get expelled? Well you're oviously not thinking hard enough. It's pretty easy to get kicked out of school, easier to just drop out, but if you want to do it the fancy way, do it with a bang! Blow up the caffiteria." the merc grined, quite proud of the thought of blowing up a part of the school. Of course his little idea would have been when it was unoccupied, as well Wade wouldn't sujest blowing up a bunch of people unless there was a good reason for it. Or if he was in one of thos moods.
Insanity did take its toll every now and then. Or was that the perpetual flux of his brain cells?
"Well hatching or not, it's still broken. It can't stand and it makes weird noises -even for an egg-. -You wouldn't be taking the responsibility Josh, you'd be taking the blame. Which you'll do for your good ol' pal Deadpool, right? -Come on Chucky don't be such a baby. It's not like anything bad is going to happen." there was a less then convincing smile upon the merc's maw.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 2:16 am
Well, that did seem quite logical. The rest could be held somewhere else, or... Dread filled him at the thought. Was he the only one captured on brought here? Don't be silly, Joshua Kirkpatrick. He told himself. Why would they want only me? And Fluffy, come to think of it. "Blackbeards?" He repeated. "That pirate alien dude?" Oh that guy totally got on his nerves. He wasn't doing this, was he? They did rescue him once anyway, only to throw him back into jail. He sighed. "I think I should find the kid genius then." Still, it would take them days to find parts and all.
"Well, firstly, my dad's the principal. Secondly, we got expelled before, but he sent me to military school, where they wanted to shave off my hair! I'd much rather get suspended from class and just go to missions. Even if I hacked into the school system...Sarge'll kill me." He didn't really want to be expelled again, it was rather boring not being a space marshal...and it was infuriating for being laughed at Bobby and chased by the principal of the military school with a shaver.
"Ohhh, I take the blame all the time." Josh said sarcastically. "When the pranks I pull are mine of course. And I've only just known you. How do I know this girlfriend of yours isn't gonna kill me for cracking her baby...not that I did it of course. "
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