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Post by bobbyd on Jun 7, 2011 18:48:40 GMT -5
Slade was sitting in a restaurant eating a sandwich at the counter. He wore a blue jacket and an orange shirt, with a black scarf wrapped around most of his face. He would lean his head down and pull down the scarf as he took each bite. Some people stared as he ate. He didn't say anything, he just shot them a look to let them know to look away as he went back to eating. He hoped he could get a decent gig so he could hurry up and get out of this dump. Or at the very least get his own place and stop having to "crash" places from "friends."
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Post by adamantstorm on Jun 7, 2011 22:07:51 GMT -5
Creed walked into the the restaurant, wearing his rather interesting looking street clothes. He paused to sniff the air then laughed his hyena like laugh. "he he haha hahaha!"
He proceeded over to the counter and sat next to Slade. Not acknowledging him or anything just yet. "something greasy and made out of pig and some rut gut to wash it down" he told the waitress that had a begun to approach him but then was frozen with fright at his appearance.
"bah its so hard to find good service anyway these days huh" Creed spoke to no one in particular but did look at Slade at the corner of his eye to see if he reacted.
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 7, 2011 22:21:19 GMT -5
Slade peaked his eyebrows and gazed up at Creed. He stayed quiet as he sipped his drink. He set it down and gulped before simply saying. "I'm available."
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Post by adamantstorm on Jun 7, 2011 22:32:59 GMT -5
"he he haha hahaha, ah I thought you smelled like blood and fun." Creed spoke and to to face Slade. "Creed Quinn but you can call me Hyena..."Creed said as he extended he hand out for a handshake claws and all. "and I have disposable capitol that I'm willing to part with, So what exactly are your services?"
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 7, 2011 22:39:58 GMT -5
"Everything except prostitution and babysitting. Babies creep me out and I'm saving myself." said Slade. "Slade T. Wilson. Better known as Deathpool. Better known as the merc with a mouth. Better known as the guy who doesn't know when to shut up...." (In fact you're doing it right now.) "Fine I'll stop." Slade said to the voice in his head. "So what service do you need? If I may ask."
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Post by adamantstorm on Jun 7, 2011 22:53:37 GMT -5
"Everything except prostitution and babysitting. Babies creep me out and I'm saving myself." said Slade. "Slade T. Wilson. Better known as Deathpool. Better known as the merc with a mouth. Better known as the guy who doesn't know when to shut up...." ( In fact you're doing it right now.) "Fine I'll stop." Slade said to the voice in his head. "So what service do you need? If I may ask." Creed said and pulled back his hand. "He did this to me dont get em wrong its cool i still get chicks you know pale skin is big now the girls pretend I'm a sparkly vampire or something but He left me deformed and then decide to just leave me behind and i thought we were friends now he is some sort of hero? please don't make me laugh. he he haha hahahahaha-(Creed stopped mid laugh and put on the most serious face he could) So name your price and take out the dark claw how does that sound to you?" |
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 7, 2011 23:01:39 GMT -5
"Hmm." said Slade, thinking it over. (It is Darkclaw. He could probably kick your ass.") ("There is that. But it is a job. There is money money involved.") ("Fair enough. Make sure you get a good price.
"Deal. But not for less than fifty thousand."
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Post by adamantstorm on Jun 7, 2011 23:22:15 GMT -5
"Hmm." said Slade, thinking it over. ( It is Darkclaw. He could probably kick your ass.") ("There is that. But it is a job. There is money money involved.") ( "Fair enough. Make sure you get a good price. "Deal. But not for less than fifty thousand."
"hehehe ha fifty thousand sounds good to me, you do the job and I'll come sniff you out and pay you." Creed spoke as he got up walked around the bar grabbed a bottle and drank from it "Ah nothing like self service" Creed then threw the bottle down chuckled to himself and walked out. |
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 7, 2011 23:31:12 GMT -5
"And people say I'm crazy." said Slade. ( That's because you are.) Slade finished his sandwich and figured now was a good of time as any to start looking for Darkclaw. Then again, that might be too much effort. Why not bring Darkclaw to him. Besides in a way he had a bit of a history with the guy too, seeing as it was a serum made from Darkclaw's blood that turned him into the man he was today. He got up, went to the restroom and changed in one of the stalls. Afterward, he came out and fired his automatic handgun into the ceiling, frighting the customers as they ducked down onto the floor. "Sorry folks. I need to get someone's attention and holding you hostage, might just be the best way to do that. So until that, sit back, relax and enjoy the chaos. Lord knows I will."
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Post by Deimos Masque on Jun 8, 2011 1:04:46 GMT -5
A while after Deathpool took hostages The Dark Claw smashed through the front window of the restaurant claws extended ready for a scrape, "Alright Deathpool, let the people go and you can walk away from this with just an eye missing."
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 8, 2011 1:14:26 GMT -5
(That was easy.) "I know right?" said Deathpool. "Fine. They can all leave. I'm here to see you anyway."
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Post by Deimos Masque on Jun 8, 2011 1:17:10 GMT -5
Dark Claw considered Deathpool cautiously, he knew the man was insane, but this was beyond insane. He barked at the people in the restaurant, "You heard him, get out before he changes his mind."
People started running for the door.
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 8, 2011 1:18:01 GMT -5
Crouching in the shadows near one of the restaurant's windows, Azrael watched as Dark Claw and Deathpool faced off. He had heard of the crazy man's remarkable healing abilities, and wanted to see for himself how the Sword of Sins would affect him. But for now he stayed hidden. He knew better than to meddle in Dark Claw's affairs until absolutely necessary.
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 8, 2011 1:26:30 GMT -5
"Look. I was hired by an unreasonable man to do unreasonable things to you for a very reasonable price." said Slade as he walked around his gun aimed at Darkclaw. "Now. What you say you just die quietly?" (Really?) ("Hey, it was easy enough to get him here. Might as well be worth a shot.") ( Fair enough.)
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Post by Deimos Masque on Jun 8, 2011 1:32:00 GMT -5
Dark Claw smirked, "You're really not this stupid are you Deathpool? You took a contract? On me?"
Dark Claw leaned down a bit preparing to pounce, "I guess your more insane than I gave you credit for."
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 8, 2011 1:39:24 GMT -5
(Told you.) "Shut up." (He's gonna think you're telling him that.) Slade didn't quip back with the voice in his head. He unsheathed his Katana and kept his gun aimed at Darkclaw. "I believe this is the part where you go SNIKT!"
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Post by Deimos Masque on Jun 8, 2011 1:45:44 GMT -5
Dark Claw lunged forward swiping his claws towards Deathpool's Katana, and with a more subtle motion threw one of his throwing blades at the trigger finger of Deathpool's other hand, "Actually this is where I cut your flaming hands off."
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 8, 2011 1:56:40 GMT -5
"Dude! That was one of my favorite swords!" yelled Slade as he picked up his finger and reattached it. "Screw this." said Slade as he hit the button on his teleporter belt, disappearing for a moment.
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Post by pullmeunder on Jun 8, 2011 2:01:24 GMT -5
Azrael watched wide eyed as Deathpool and Dark Claw brawled. The sight of him reattaching his finger proved the rumors of his remarkable healing abilities, which clearly rivaled Dark Claw's own. He kept a steady hand on his sword, waiting for the moment Deathpool reappeared.
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Post by bobbyd on Jun 8, 2011 2:14:11 GMT -5
"Tag!" yelled Slade as he reappeared behind Darkclaw, stabbing him in between the muscles around his shoulder blade. He dug the knife in as deep and fast as he could before hitting the adamantium bone and jumping back.
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