Pages: (2) 1 2  ( Go to first unread post ) ADD REPLY.  NEW TOPIC.  NEW POLL.  

 some birds can't see at night, wade & jay
Icarus
18 years old
Student
99 posts
Mutant
Shiloh
EST
Offline




The wind through his feathers was a sensation unlike anything else. If he were honest with himself, he felt more at home up in the sky than he did trekking across the terrain. It was pleasant solitude since not many others could fly; he’d flown with Warren, of course, but only for training exercises. No one else had joined him in the air to simply have fun and zip around but that was okay with him. Flying was a way to clear his head and just be, to live in the moment - whether it was by watching the lights below, tailing ant-sized cars on their journeys home, or just spiraling and diving around through the dark.

The chilly 3am hour was spent with more of that spiraling and diving around since most of the population in the Upstate had gone to sleep and there weren’t any cars to follow. It was a nice little jaunt just to stretch his wings once more since the one had been broken from that snow creature. Much to his joy, it was only a tad sore, but holding up strong and not feeling stressed. That thought alone put a smile on his face; he hadn’t liked being grounded with a broken wing.

Those red wings pulled in close to his body and he allowed himself to simply freefall. The ground rose up steadily but he caught himself just in time, snapping the wings out to ride the wind. It was a dark countryside, maybe a pasture or just a stretch of uninhabited land, but it was a nice change to arc and curve with the rolling land.

Or at least what he could see of it.

The tree came out of nowhere. On a smooth upward curve, where he’d intended to climb back up into the sky, the branches of a tree snared him. Caught his wings on the downstroke. Whipped him around into the bulk of the naked canopy, branches snapped and cracked as he hurtled through them, various swears leaving his mouth as a result of being poked and stabbed until he fell face-first to the ground in a mess of feathers. A shower of broken sticks followed and peppered his back as he lay there motionless and groaned.

”Oww, oww.”



@WADE WILSON Let me know if I need to change anything or add more!
Posted: Apr 4 2018, 08:45 AM
Deadpool
42 years old
Former Cafeteria Chef
206 posts
Enhanced
Sticks
Offline

@JAY GUTHRIE
It was a cold night in a...wait, where was he again? Upstate New York? "Oh, that makes sense. That's where the name of the forum this thread is in." Wade muttered to himself as he headed along down the road, carrying a bag from Hardee's. Three Double Bacon Cheeseburgers and a bottle of Yum-Yum sauce he'd gotten from a not too far off Korean grocer.



"Hold a moment, I thought that shrimp sauce came from the Japanese."


"Nope. Wholly American invention. 19th century. Like fortune cookies. It's a shame that so many people have that gross misconception of Asian culture."


"That was...surprisingly eloquent of us."


There was a loud, powerful belch from inside Wade's head. "Sorry, what were you saying?"


"...nevermind."


Wade had decided to go on a 3am Hardee's run. He usually wasn't up for eating some disgusting slop that gave you gas and was probably the lead cause of the most American death of all time - heart attacks - but when you couldn't have heart attacks, you tended not to worry too much about it. Stopping among some trees, Wade was about to sit down and enjoy some of his grilled, artery-clogging perfection when he heard a loud thump and followed by the sound of several branches breaking and a particularly juicy variety of swears.

"Oops...looks like somebody found out what happens when you throw yourself at the ground and miss!" Wade tutted as he reached onto his belt, pulling out a flashlight.


"...that...was not on our belt. Where were we hiding that?"


"I don't think even I wanna know that one..."


Wade headed off in the direction he'd heard the disturbance coming from, but he didn't have to look far. He found...a man with big, red wings lying in a heap on the ground. "...I'd ask if it hurt when you fell out of Heaven, but it looks like it really did, holy shit..." He came over, setting the flashlight down and moving to help the guy up.

"Rough night? Had a few too many drinks at the Wings reunion party?" Wade asked him. Taking the flashlight and looking the guy over, he didn't look too bad off, just a few...well a lot of cuts and scrapes. "You got a name, slick?" He asked.
Posted: Apr 4 2018, 09:26 AM
Icarus
18 years old
Student
99 posts
Mutant
Shiloh
EST
Offline




Part of him was way more than willing to lay there face down in the grass and dirt and simply wallow in the shame of flying into a tree. It was like his old friend Manuelo had said when he’d flown off into the darkness: ”The darkness doesn’t mean anything, but a tree might. You overgrown canary.” Oh how those words haunted him when he flew low altitude at night.

Seeing a waving light was what caught his attention. The mutant’s head snapped up to see a… man in a red and black suit? An interesting suit. One that covered his entire body, face included. Instead of leaving him down on the ground - or worse - the man stooped to help him up, much to Jay’s surprise. He accepted the assistance and dusted off dirt and twig pieces while assessing the damage done. His shirt had been ripped and torn in the various places where branches snagged him, but the cuts and scrapes had healed up without any other sign that they’d happened. Other than that, the only thing damaged was his dignity.

”Yeah, that kinda hurt.” Jay gave the man a partial grin, one that faded quickly as the shame reared its ugly head again. ”But, um, thanks for helpin’ me. I was more than ready t’ jus’ stay layin’ there ‘n’ accept the fact I’d been taken down by a tree.”

Keeping his wings close to his back as naturally and comfortably as he could, the redhead’s curiosity piqued and his brows furrowed in thought while the masked man continued to question. ”The who? Not--not the Who, the other who--Wings who? Nevermind.” He gave a shake of the head and a dismissive wave of the hand in the hopes that his chopped and misguided train of thought would be forgotten. Moving onto the next question would hopefully help achieve that. ”Jay. I’m Jay. Who’re you? Please tell me it's Agent K.”



@WADE WILSON
Posted: Apr 4 2018, 03:27 PM
Deadpool
42 years old
Former Cafeteria Chef
206 posts
Enhanced
Sticks
Offline

@JAY GUTHRIE
"Oh, c'mon. Guy like you being taken out by this son of a birch? Please." Wade snorted. "C'mon there, you can't do that. You got that whole...wings thing...going on for you. The trees are just jealous that they can't fly. Think of it like that."



"Oh, yes. Let's encourage insanity in today's youth. That's a great idea."


Wade helped him up, brushing him off. "Where the hell'd you even come from?" Wade asked, looking around. They were, literally, in the middle of nowhere...though he supposed, if the kid were anything like an actual bird, he could have easily come from miles away without issue. He must have been a mutant, Wade reasoned. Or maybe a genetic experiment gone horribly, horribly wrong.


"Oooh! What if he's an alien?!"


"Yes. Clearly the Norse God of flying smack into trees."


There was really no way to know, at least not without prying, but Wade was pretty sure the guy wasn't an alien. "Uh...Wings?" He asked, but saw it made it no clearer. "Ran on NBC? 1990 to 1997? It launched Tony Shaloub's career?" Still nothing, apparently. He sighed. "Jesus, kid. Either you've got a hell of a concussion or I've got to work with a much older crowd."

"Oh, please!" Wade snorted. "You think Tommy Lee Jones could pull off these tights?"


"Hey, we liked Space Cowboys!"


"Shut up." Wade snapped at his inner monologue, then turned his attention back to Jay. "Sorry, not you. Anyway, I'm Deadpool. Yes, that Deadpool. But I promise, I won't make you do more cowbell. Want a burger?" He asked, with a cheerful grin that went unseen under the mask, offering his bag of artery-clogging goodness to the kid.

Hey, it was 3 am. His only other option was to chide him for breaking curfew.

Wade wasn't that kind of hero...
Posted: Apr 5 2018, 04:45 AM
Icarus
18 years old
Student
99 posts
Mutant
Shiloh
EST
Offline




Son of a birch. Now that got a chuckle. But, truthfully, it was also directed at the suited man’s attempt at what Jay assumed was lightening the mood - and it was working, really. Of course the mutant had been embarrassed over his mishap but it was three in the morning, he hadn’t expected anyone to be out and about in the rural part of the Upstate. He’d been quickly proven wrong, of course, but fortunately it didn’t appear that he was in bad company.

”Thanks,” he said, helping with brushing all the broken twigs off. One of the wings was pulled around to his front, some feathers askew due to a piece of stick being stuck there; it was pulled and the feathers were smoothed down. ”I’m, uh… not really from ‘round here.” Okay, so not an entire lie, but he wasn’t about to say he was from Xavier’s school, only because he never wanted to accidentally give away its location or lead someone to it that really shouldn’t be there. ”But I been flyin’ for a few hours now. I jus’ know I’m still in Upstate. I like t’ freefall, so I jus’... didn’t arc up soon enough.” A shrug moved his shoulders while his wing returned to its resting position at his back.

Slowly his face contorted with thought. Wings? No, he’d still never heard of it, so he shook his head a few times. ”Sorry, that was before my time. I only jus’ turned eighteen.” Or at least he really hoped he didn’t have a concussion that’d made him forget this… show, if that’s what it was. Could he even get concussions with this healing factor? He really didn’t want to find out.

But then Jay snorted in amusement, about to come back with a little quip when the man snapped with a ’shut up.’ For a moment, the mutant was taken aback, but chose to give the man the benefit of the doubt when he’d clarified that the demand wasn’t directed at him. (But then… who was it directed toward?) And then -- Deadpool? Oh, he’d heard some stories. Not very many, but enough to know a little about the man who’d helped him after the tree had won the first fight round. ”Nice meetin’ ya, then, Deadpool. ‘N’ sure, thanks. I appreciate it.” What was a 3am burger with a semi-stranger? Probably something his Ma would’ve warned him against, or at least told him to be careful, but what was the use when you couldn’t die? So he reached to take one of the burgers from the bag, pulling back the wrapper to reveal what he could already smell as being delicious. ”Hardee’s, huh? Personally my 3am choice is Waffle House, but t’ each their own.”



@WADE WILSON Bird boy gets a little chatty when he's nervous, lol
Posted: Apr 5 2018, 07:42 AM
Deadpool
42 years old
Former Cafeteria Chef
206 posts
Enhanced
Sticks
Offline

@JAY GUTHRIE
"See. That's one of the reasons I'm glad I can't fly." Wade said as he dug out one of the burgers, tossing one to the kid once he'd gotten him and (most of) the brush had been cleared off of him. "The temptation to do a couple passes at sorority houses would be too much." He pulled out the bottle of shrimp sauce and, after unwrapping a burger, drenched the patty in the sweet sauce. "Me, I prefer to work for my meals. Shrimp sauce?" He offered to the kid.



"Wait...do we go stalking around sorority houses? Is that really something we do?"


"I don't know. At the rate this guy is retconning things, we'll probably end up being behind the Kennedy assassination."


"Wait...which one?"


"Does it really matter?"


"Oh, dude. Wings. Awesome show. You had Tim Daly and Stephen Weber. Y'know, before that shitty adaption of The Shining ruined him. And last couple of seasons, you had Amy Yasbeck." Wade said, adding on a weird purring sound that sounded a bit like rolling his R's. He rolled up his mask as he did, taking a bite. "Seriously. You even had cameos from the cast of Cheers. I mean, it was no Golden Girls. Now that was some quality television."

He swallowed. "Seriously, though. Just turned eighteen? I know that feeling. Though by your age I'd already flown off on my own...not literally, but you get the idea." He took another bite, laughing as the kid mentioned Waffle House. "Oh, I can't go back there. At least not the ones around here. You can only accuse the short order cook of being on smack so many times before he tries to slam your face into the grill. Hilarious for him when he found out how well that didn't work."


"Still, those Grand Slams were pretty good."


"Those are at Denny's."


"They are? ...damn, we should get some Denny's."


"Later, guys! I'm talking!" Wade snapped at his inner voices, then turned his attentions back to the kid, Jay. "So what...you were just out...flying? For kicks? I mean, I get it with the wings, but..." He shrugged, munching on his burger and finally, maybe, listening intently.
Posted: Apr 8 2018, 10:48 AM
Icarus
18 years old
Student
99 posts
Mutant
Shiloh
EST
Offline




Frankly, the thought to do anything like that hadn’t ever crossed his mind. Flying past a sorority house? Not really something he thought he’d enjoy. Ever since Julia’s death, he really hadn’t had a hankering for female company (or even male, since he’d found himself quasi crushing on a guy a while back). He shrugged, pulling the wrapper of his burger down so that he could examine it first and find the best place for the first bite. ”Can’t fly in the daylight ‘less you wanna get caught ‘n’ cornered into the Accords,” he said, partially to reply to Deadpool and partially as a gruff admittance to the harsh reality. Looking at older femmes wasn’t worth being shot down.

”No thanks.” Declining the shrimp sauce, the redhead finally took a bite of the artery-clogging goodness. It’d been quite some time since he’d stepped foot inside a Hardee’s; he’d forgotten what most fast food tasted like, aside from that one diner relatively close to the school that he sometimes ventured to. He hummed quietly and contently to himself at the savory taste while the masked (well, semi-masked, since he’d rolled up the bottom half in order to eat) man went on with a monologue reminiscing about whatever shows he’d been reminded of. None of it struck any familiarity until The Golden Girls were mentioned, but even then he hadn’t seen any episode. All he knew was that Betty White was in it - wasn’t she the only one that mattered?

A snort of amusement sounded from Jay before he could stop it. Though he was quite intrigued. ”You… heal, too?” He asked almost hesitantly, pausing with his eating to watch Deadpool curiously. ”Or--or you jus’ stopped him from doin’ it?” Maybe a punch to the face stopped the cook. Maybe a fork stabbed into the hand since that seemed to be the man’s style from what little he’d heard of him.

Curiosity turned to confusion when there came a sharp command for… “guys” to stop? Plural? Jay tried to make his sideways glances discrete just to confirm that there weren’t other people nearby. He hadn’t heard anything, either, so who was being addressed? But Deadpool didn’t sound like he was talking to the young mutant, so the redhead took a little bite of burger to chew slowly and swallow, mulling over the question that was surely aimed at him. ”Yeah. Jus’ for kicks. Like I said, I don’t really wanna get shot down or forced into signing any Accords, so I only fly at night. For the most part, I gotta hide my wings, or, well, y’know.” Shoulders pulled up into a little shrug. ”I don’t wanna be grounded, so I’ll take what I can get. ‘Sides, the lights at night are beautiful.”



@WADE WILSON
Posted: Apr 10 2018, 06:46 PM
Deadpool
42 years old
Former Cafeteria Chef
206 posts
Enhanced
Sticks
Offline

@JAY GUTHRIE
"Heh. Tell me about it." Wade said as he munched on a burger. "I was just going to go in for some hookers and blow and then I ended up meeting Not-Sam Elliot and signing 'em. Been a real pain in the ass ever since." That wasn't entirely true, of course. He could pretty much do what he liked indiscriminately and get a nice Karma Houdini about it. He broke a law? It was for the government and the Accords. He shot up a few people? Line of duty, defending the government and the Accords.

It also helped that Wade did his best to fly under the radar when out in the field. Usually, despite what some might think, people didn't even realize that he'd been involved to begin with.



"So wait, why do we hate the Accords again?"


"We don't. Ross is just an ass."


"Oh, yeah!"


"They even hire me out to go hunting down people who say no to signing." Wade said, munching on his burger. "Don't worry, though. I'm not here for you." He swallowed a delicious bit of beef soaked in shrimp sauce. "I was just coming back from a beer run that turned into a Hardee's run and ran into ya." The guy was just a kid, after all. Even if he'd just turned eighteen, there was wiggle room.

Also, he really, really didn't like jobs that involved kids. Major squick factor.

After his monologue on the joys of Eighties and Nineties television ended, Wade chuckled at his words about the short order cook. "Both, actually. He tried to burn my face on the grill. It worked...then it healed up. I had a shiny, new, cancer-riddled face, and he got fed his own hands. It was really sweet." He munched on his burger. "He's fine, before you ask. Coulda killed him, didn't. All about balance, y'know?" He asked, then shrugged. "I mean, the EMTs trying to get his wrists out of his throat was a little fucked up, but what isn't these days, am I right?"

"I get it." Wade nodded. A little bit of defiance against the system was good, after all. Let the stuffy ones at the top of the totem pole know they didn't own you.


"ATTICA! ATTICA!"


"Never seen it myself. Only ever done planes and such." Plenty of Wade's missions from the Canadians to the U.S. to now in the Sokovia Accords Task Force had involved more than a few air drops. "It's a little different when you're letting gravity take over and you only have a parachute...not that crashing into the ground is that big of a problem for me." He added.
Posted: Apr 15 2018, 09:18 AM
Icarus
18 years old
Student
99 posts
Mutant
Shiloh
EST
Offline




Sometimes the thought of signing the Accords kept him awake at night. Being tracked, not being able to use your power… awful. Something he didn’t want to happen to him or any other mutant or powered person. Something that just made him shiver. He’d always heard rumors of everything done was monitored by the government, but for it to actually be true? For NATO to basically have tabs on him all the time made him uncomfortable. Besides, who were they to do that? What gave them the authority? And wasn’t it like history repeating itself?

He munched on his burger a little slower while those thoughts churned. For a moment, when Deadpool described his job, it sent Jay’s blood running frigid. The thought that the masked man had been sent for him flashed through his mind before the words put those fears to rest; still, his gut twisted anxiously in the moments after since there was no hiding from this guy that he was a mutant. Frankly, he’d never been more thankful for Hardee’s in his life.

And he was thankful that he’d swallowed the mouthful of food before learning just what had happened to the cook. Wrists shoved down a throat… he really didn’t want to picture that in his head (but tried to anyway, of course). Ouch. Made him want to rub his mouth and cheeks just to make sure the skin hadn’t been ripped. But something else stood out in the conversation that piqued his interest. ”You got a healin’ factor, too?”

Jay’s version of skydiving was certainly different than most everyone else’s since he could arc right back up and start it again. Hitting the ground, though, was something he didn’t really think of for a multitude of reasons. One, having far too much fun in the sky; two, hollow bones were only saved by durability and healing; and three, it sounded very painful.

”I’m not sure if I’d survive hittin’ the ground even with a healin’ factor.” He shook his head in thought, taking another bite and swallowing it. ”I mean, I’d probably break jus’ ‘bout every bone in my body ‘cause they’re hollow, but I’m pretty darn durable, but probably not that durable if I’m fallin’ from ten thousand feet.” Jay picked a loose piece of bread from the bun to eat it before it fell to the ground. ”I don’t think I really wanna find out jus’ how durable I am on purpose. Maybe... accidentally, rather.”



@WADE WILSON

Posted: Apr 18 2018, 04:42 PM
Deadpool
42 years old
Former Cafeteria Chef
206 posts
Enhanced
Sticks
Offline

@JAY GUTHRIE

"C'mon, don't look so 'I just crapped my pants'. You're like...what? Five? I couldn't throw you to the wolves. Especially not a wolf that actually agreed to be in Lost In Space. I mean, you saw that, right? That was some horseshit. Putting Joey from Friends in a sci-fi movie." Wade quipped as he munched. "Maximum overhorseshit."

"Oh, yeah!" Wade nodded, then counted on his fingers as he held the burger in his other hand. "Let's see...I've been shot. Stabbed. Drowned. Burned. Frozen. Dismembered. Crushed. Even got liquefied once. Now that one was a bitch to bounce back from." He sighed. "But yeah, I always manage it. Thanks to my regeneration, I never stop flapping my lip off and enjoy the sweet, sweet privileges that come with never being able to die but feeling every single bit of the pain that gets inflicted upon you. It's a pain that reaches to the depths of my soul."

He took another munch of his burger. "And then, y'know, I usually shoot somebody in the dick. Circle of life and all. I'm pretty sure that's in the song, somewhere." Wade added. He listened as Jay explained a bit more about himself. "So...mutant? Or were you bitten by a radioactive bird? I only ask because either of them seems valid. I've seen some really, really crazy shit. Especially in the last few years."

"Oh, accidents are how I do eighty percent of my work!" Wade laughed. "I admit, though, never tried to drop myself from ten thousand feet without a parachute. But then again, who do I think I am? Captain America? Ha! My hair isn't nearly that perfect."

Posted: Apr 18 2018, 07:40 PM
Icarus
18 years old
Student
99 posts
Mutant
Shiloh
EST
Offline




As much as he wasn’t too fond of the description, he had to admit that he was thankful Deadpool wasn’t about to chain him up and haul him away to the federal building. A blessing, really. And there again with the movies or shows he didn’t understand until he was able to piece together “Joey” and “Friends” (he was the one with the eyebrows, right?) and put the guy into a space scene. ”I, um…” Jay almost felt disappointed in himself for having to say no again. ”Can’t say I’ve seen Lost in Space, no.” So he then took a sheepish bite off the end of the burger.

It made sense that the man in the costume had endured far more than the redhead had. After all, Deadpool probably was a solid twenty years older, he figured. ”Liquified? Oh god.” That sounded terrible. Truthfully he couldn’t really mentally picture a device that could liquify a person unless it was a giant blender set to puree. ”I’ve never been shot, but I’ve had a hole blasted through my chest. Then I guess I drowned, I dunno, ‘cause after I’d apparently lost half my chest, I woke up underwater.” While holding his girlfriend’s dead body, but that fact was kept to himself. A shrug moved his shoulders. ”I still feel it all, too. I thought I’d died when I got that hole in my chest.”

It’d been terrifying. Being suffocated, Mr. Cabot having that malicious smile behind the armor suit’s face mask. Quite possibly the most scared he’d ever been in his life.

”Sure, let’s go with radioactive bird.” The smile that came to his face was a little forced but only a moment of registration passed before he gave a little genuine snicker once he realized that that would’ve entailed. ”No, uh, I’m a mutant. I can also do this--” then, perfectly mimicking Deadpool’s voice, he repeated the man’s words: ”I’ve seen some really, really crazy shit. Especially in the last few years.” Not all that impressive, but it was a fun party trick that usually amused people. Or freaked them out hearing their own voice come from someone else.

After taking a bite of the burger, Jay’s eyebrows rose up. ”Captain America did that?” Not that Jay ever needed a parachute, but still, the idea of someone without wings jumping out of a plane sans parachute was crazy. ”He does have perfect hair, I s’pose.”



@WADE WILSON
Posted: Apr 22 2018, 11:50 AM
Deadpool
42 years old
Former Cafeteria Chef
206 posts
Enhanced
Sticks
Offline

@JAY GUTHRIE

"Ah, see...you kids got it so good now." Wade snorted. "Back in the day, if a movie sucked, all we had was word of mouth about how it sucked. Now, you guys can find your reviews and pirate things. Back then, we had to work to avoid suffering." He shook his head. "Seriously, though, I feel bad for Matt LeBlanc, man. Had a good run on Friends, made some shitty choices in movies...not to mention that spin-off...and then that British car show for ten minutes before he ended up on CBS."

"I mean, shit. David Schwimmer at least got to be the fucking neurotic giraffe in Madagascar. What'd Joey get? Screwed. Just plain screwed." He continued to munch as Jay went on. "Oh, yeah! Chest blown out. Hurts like a bitch, doesn't it?" The Merc With a Mouth sympathized, nodding. "You seem to have recovered pretty well, though. Provided you avoid those fuckin' trees." He hid a smirk in another bite of burger.

Wade grinned when Jay went with the story of the radioactive bird.



"I'm honestly just marveling that we've had a conversation with him for more than five minutes and he hasn't tried to kill us or leave."


"Eh, he's a good kid. I got a feeling in my gut."


"Don't you mean our gut?"


"Semantics."


"What the shit?!" Wade grinned as Jay perfectly imitated his voice. "Dude, that was awesome! You could pass for Ryan Reynolds with that voice."


"Aren't we going a little far with that one?"


"What do you mean?"


"Saying that he could pass for Ryan Reynolds?"


"Who the fuck is Ryan Reynolds?"


"..."


"Yeah! I mean, I didn't see it, but a friend of a friend who has a cousin who works at SHIELD told me he did it once." Wade said. "That's pretty much the same thing, right?" Wade munched on his burger. "No kidding, right? I had this chat with a friend of mine...well, sort of a friend. I hit on her a lot because she has awesome boobs - but apparently she can absorb life force out of people, so that was a confusing boner - anyway, we discussed this and like...imagine if Cap grew a beard. Like...could he even do that?" He asked.

"I mean, shit. His fangirls are already rabid. If he grew a beard, he might actually break Tumblr."
Posted: Apr 22 2018, 06:46 PM
Icarus
18 years old
Student
99 posts
Mutant
Shiloh
EST
Offline




Part of him was rather regretful that he didn’t know much at all about the shows and people that Deadpool was going on and on about. Regardless, Jay still tried to appear interested - which he was - but felt awkward when he couldn’t agree or disagree with any of the specifics. ”Truth be told, I don’t really pay much attention t’ the reviews. Sometimes I do with the ratin’s, sure, but rarely. I only really watch Netflix ‘n’ even then it’s not very often.” Once again he shrugged while chewing on a mouthful of burger, occasionally glancing up at the half-masked man. David Schwimmer… the name didn’t ring a bell, but Madagascar did. Matt LeBlanc was drawing a blank as well though he dared to think that was the man who played Joey.

All of that was cast aside when Deadpool found great amusement in the voice mimicry. Truthfully, the redhead couldn’t help but beam a little; after everything that’d been happening, he felt he could smile and be happy over the fact that someone liked one of his powers (however useless he thought it was). Then, taking up Morgan Freeman’s voice: ”Ryan Reynolds? Is that your real name?” A curious tone, a slight cant of the head when he glanced back up at Deadpool.

So Captain America jumping out of a plane without a parachute was true. Mostly. Probably. Jay’s eyebrows rose up in surprise; but, really, what else did one expect from a super soldier like that? He could probably punch a hole through the hull of a battleship. And this friend - of sorts, apparently the one with the life-sucking boobs - had the idea that people would go nuts if Steve Rogers grew a beard. He mulled over the thought for a moment while absently chewing a mouthful of burger. ”I mean, he’s already a real good lookin’ guy, so I figure it’d fit him well if he did grow a beard. He could so pull off the ‘rugged lumberjack’ look.” Not that he had seen someone’s edit on that Tumblr website of Captain America in flannel looking all suave. Not at all. ”But I agree. They’d probably all go nuts.”



@WADE WILSON

Posted: Apr 24 2018, 06:00 PM
Deadpool
42 years old
Former Cafeteria Chef
206 posts
Enhanced
Sticks
Offline

@JAY GUTHRIE

"Ah, yeah! Good ol' Netflix and krill." Wade nodded. "Wait, no...Netflix and bill...or is it Netflix and quill? Wait, do they even have Harry Potter on there? Anyway, Netflix and pills..."



"...are we seriously still trying to nail this?"


"I'm totally gonna nail it, just give me a minute!" Wade insisted to his inner monologue.


"You're not going to nail it. It's not like we had a good game going here."


"Dude, shut up!" Wade snapped at them, then shook a hand at Jay. "Sorry, kid. Sometimes you just gotta tell the guys upstairs who's boss, am I right?" He asked...and then the Morgan Freeman impression came. Wade gave a delighted laugh and clapped. "Oh, that's great! Oh, that's really great, yeah!"


"That's not that impressive I can do that..."


"Did you just try to make your voice sound like Morgan Freeman?"


"...what? No..."


"Good."


"But if you liked it, I co-"


"It was terrible."


"Ah, you dick!"


"Hey, can you say 'Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers' in that voice for me? Asking for a friend. It'll amuse the piss out of him." Wade quipped. But then, the conversation turned onto Captain America and his potentially very rugged beard. "...you've seen the edited photos too, huh?" Wade grinned. After all, who hadn't? "Yeah, the guy's one Monty Python song away from being the Brawny man. So much estrogen would be sprayed everywhere. It'd be like a Tom Jones concert. Probably with even more panties being thrown around."
Posted: May 6 2018, 08:38 AM
Icarus
18 years old
Student
99 posts
Mutant
Shiloh
EST
Offline




Red brows furrowed in thought. ”Y’know, I actually don’t think Harry Potter is on Netflix.” Or if it was, it really wasn’t something he looked for to watch. He liked fantasy, sure, but Harry Potter just felt… sometimes overrated. But he still liked the movies. They just weren’t something he could watch over and over and over, or sit through every ABC Family Harry Potter Weekend. There again, Deadpool was barking out a command suddenly and then dismissing it as not being directed toward the mutant. He’d begun to suck in a breath to ask just who was supposed to shut up but the man clarified.

”Yeah, I get that.” The voice in his head had never gotten to the point where he felt the need to verbally tell it to be quiet, but he had his own ways of dealing with the relentless nagging: flying, reading, going nuts with X-Men training, throwing himself at anyone and everyone who needed help in the slightest, etc. His methods were more for distraction than confrontation. Which, well, avoidance wasn’t healthy, but he really didn’t want to talk about his problems with anyone. Didn’t want to revisit them at all.

And there was the distraction he needed. ”Sure. That ain’t a problem at all.” After picking a little piece of burger off and munching, swallowing, he easily slipped back into the voice of God: ”Rubber baby buggy bumpers.” With that taken care of, he took a bite out of his burger, humming over the delightful taste. Tom Jones was yet another mystery to Jay but he breezed over that in lieu of focusing back on Captain America. ”I mean, I don’t think there’s a look he couldn’t make look good. But I gotta say, I think my personal favorite would be the rugged look. He’s real handsome.”



@WADE WILSON

Posted: May 10 2018, 07:45 AM
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

TOPIC OPTIONS.  Pages: (2) 1 2  ADD REPLY.  NEW TOPIC.  NEW POLL.  


 


 

skin created exclusively for WITH GREAT POWERS by NOÄ of CTTW.
RPG-D Shadowplay Topsites Marvel Topsites

Candyland Couture Δrk City GODS AMONG MEN ideal world “WOK”/ GLITTER & GOLD A marvel infinity war rp