Post by Lillith on Sept 4, 2005 11:39:09 GMT -5
wade_aka_deadpool_the_sequel: * it had been ages since he'd walked down these forest paths. In fact, he was glad to be out of the realm. Dragons, demons...all that crap was annoying. It had been better back in the real world...where he just had to put up with costumed nuts like himself. "But, noooooooo..." he griped as he trudged along, "Rassum frassum teleporter just HAD to go wacky again! If I get back out of this stupid place again, I'm browbeating Weasel with his own brow! I mean, seriously! What the crap keeps sucking me into this Lord of the Rings reject convention? It's like a friggin' loser magnet." He paused for a second. "Except for me, of course!" He stopped walking. Looking around, he realized that he was..."Lost. Great. Like this hole of a place isn't bad enough without......having no friggin' clue where I am!" He scratched his chin through his mask. He'd probably been gone too long for his presence to hold any clout. People had shorter attention spans than he did in this realm. "Well, might as well keep going if I'm ever gonna get home in time to catch those reruns of 'Manimal' on the Sci-Fi channel..."
true_lady_death: Silence was golden.. had that not been said somewhere..sometime? Such thoughts to traverse her mind now... such thoughts. Standing within her Darkness, loving It as It deserved, ah no other. Only to be shaken. No, nothing so light as that. To be murdered. But that in itself was a delight no? Almondesque eyes of the moon would slowly drift open, perhaps the Invader would see the bright pools.. A scowl would marr her unseen visage, as memories filtered through now. The voice she had heard. Ghosts? Pathetic. " Ah you have sunk to a new low Hope..." Her voice, cold, calculating.. sultry. Slowly it would drift away upon the night wind.
wade_aka_deadpool_the_sequel: He just kept trudging along, grumbling under his breath...and over his breath. "This is boooooooriiinnggg!!! What the hell?! Last time I was stuck here, at least a fight would break out every five seconds! What'd this place go all wussified on me while I was gone? Yeesh.. He stopped for a moment, as if a brilliant thought just popped into his head, and rummaged around in one of his pouches. "Ah-HA! I thought I had it with me!" Yes, Wade happened to have his iPod with him! Sliding the earbuds into his ears under his mask, he slid his index finger over the click-wheel and selected a song. "Ooooh! I forgot I had that on there! that'll help pass the time!" His song selected, he kept on walking. "Karma-karma-karma-chamelonnnnnnnn you come and goooooo, come and gooooo-OOF!" Ok, so he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. Who could with that song blaring in their ears? He eyed his obstacle up and down. "Le-roowwwrrrr...AGH!" A look of recognition could be seen even through his mask. "Oh, great. It's Pippi Slut-stockings. One side, madame Ovaries, I gotta find a techie to help me get home. Nice gonzagas as always, though. Send me a polaroid if ya get a chance!" And, with that, he side-stepped her and kept going, "Karma-karma-karma-chameleooonnn...." Out of habit, though, as he walked away his right hand dropped to his belt...his fingers wrappinga round the handle of a spike-knuckled trench knife.
true_lady_death: That sound, that voice cut through what remaining nerve she still had. Full lips stained blood red would thin, slender fingers capable of crushing the skull of this Invader to a bloody pulp, such a feeling. His words sent knives through her blood, bringing it to a boil in an instant. He'd always been able to do that though hadn't he. Tradgedy some might call it. For her.. enjoyment. A shimmer in the night would occur around her, silence carrying her through the Darkness to stand before him in his path. Face lifted to the moonlit sky, a hand would come up to ease fingers through stray strands of snow, the words drifting forth whispered promises of sweet pain. " It seems I can never escape the foolish mistakes of my past. You still need me at your side that bad ?"
wade_aka_deadpool_the_sequel: He stopped, and looked over his shoulder. "Sweetcheeks, the only side of you I'm interested in is the one with those sweet double-ds on it, so don't flatter yourself." Tugging the earbuds out of his mask, he shoved the iPod back into one of the pouches on his belt. "But if you wanna make some foolish mistakes, I've got a maid costume in your size and a paddle with your name on it. So...watcha think, buns o' fun? We gonna do our usual dance or what?" He had turned to face her now. He knew what running into her meant...it was never just coincidence. For some weird-ass reason, they were just meant to fight every once in a while. Not too bad, if he thought about it. At least she was easy on the eyes.
true_lady_death: " Your lies are angels songs upon my ears my lost love.." Again her whisper, only to now sweep about him, caress his ears, his senses. But a wizards trick, yet so amusing to her. But were her words not true? She thought not. But she thought so many things now. And this man knew nothing of it. Would he care? It didn't matter. A soft sigh, perhaps in sadness, or merely in agitation, and she was moving. A leap towards him, her speed much more then he would remember. But true.. this was her arch-nemisis. The One and Only Deadpool...
wade_aka_deadpool_the_sequel: He scratched his head, "Um...yeah. Love songs for ear angels and whatever. Look, as much fun as it is to play the Shakespeare game with you, I'm in no mood to write Bryan Adams songs by napalm light right now. You want somebody to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, go find some stupid farmboy or something. You want someone to bend you over and spank you like a bad girl, you're in the right place." His right foot slid back as he shifted into his ready stance, his right hand leaving the handle of the knife...no need to resort to weaponry right away. What fun was that? "Well, Debbie Does Halloween...what's it gonna be?" Her leap was enough of an answer for him. She was faster than he remembered, sure...but she wasn't the only one who'd changed. Both legs pushed hard against the ground, powerful muscles sending him into the air as well...right towards her. His trajectory was a bit different, though. He was aiming for over her. She didn't seem to be attacking, so much as just closing the gap, so he decided to egg her on a bit, As he flipped over her, his left hand extended...middle finger flashing in her face as he flew by. "Remember THAT finger, toots? I seem to remember that one being your favorite during 'special time'." He landed in a crouch a few feet behind her, twisting to face her again. "Nyuk nyuk."
true_lady_death: In the air so fast,and like a bullet he was to mimic her. Ah but her heart was pounding, what she called her blood was racing, and for the first time in a long time she felt 'alive' as it were. This lone man had always the means to do this to her. Lips would part and she would scream, a harpys song of delight as he came towards her. Slick man that he was, her head would not move as she flew past, her eyes closing as they passed, a quick breath gathered in. Clenched fists would glow softly, even as her own leatherclad curves twisted in a cat-like dance before her own landing. Booted leggings thudded heavily upon the earth, her body facing him but crouched upon a single knee. Her head bowed, snowy mane pooling about her muscled form of alabaster flesh as a single fist met contact with theground, but a split second of time and the earth would split open beneath his feet..
true_lady_death: Silence was golden.. had that not been said somewhere..sometime? Such thoughts to traverse her mind now... such thoughts. Standing within her Darkness, loving It as It deserved, ah no other. Only to be shaken. No, nothing so light as that. To be murdered. But that in itself was a delight no? Almondesque eyes of the moon would slowly drift open, perhaps the Invader would see the bright pools.. A scowl would marr her unseen visage, as memories filtered through now. The voice she had heard. Ghosts? Pathetic. " Ah you have sunk to a new low Hope..." Her voice, cold, calculating.. sultry. Slowly it would drift away upon the night wind.
wade_aka_deadpool_the_sequel: He just kept trudging along, grumbling under his breath...and over his breath. "This is boooooooriiinnggg!!! What the hell?! Last time I was stuck here, at least a fight would break out every five seconds! What'd this place go all wussified on me while I was gone? Yeesh.. He stopped for a moment, as if a brilliant thought just popped into his head, and rummaged around in one of his pouches. "Ah-HA! I thought I had it with me!" Yes, Wade happened to have his iPod with him! Sliding the earbuds into his ears under his mask, he slid his index finger over the click-wheel and selected a song. "Ooooh! I forgot I had that on there! that'll help pass the time!" His song selected, he kept on walking. "Karma-karma-karma-chamelonnnnnnnn you come and goooooo, come and gooooo-OOF!" Ok, so he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. Who could with that song blaring in their ears? He eyed his obstacle up and down. "Le-roowwwrrrr...AGH!" A look of recognition could be seen even through his mask. "Oh, great. It's Pippi Slut-stockings. One side, madame Ovaries, I gotta find a techie to help me get home. Nice gonzagas as always, though. Send me a polaroid if ya get a chance!" And, with that, he side-stepped her and kept going, "Karma-karma-karma-chameleooonnn...." Out of habit, though, as he walked away his right hand dropped to his belt...his fingers wrappinga round the handle of a spike-knuckled trench knife.
true_lady_death: That sound, that voice cut through what remaining nerve she still had. Full lips stained blood red would thin, slender fingers capable of crushing the skull of this Invader to a bloody pulp, such a feeling. His words sent knives through her blood, bringing it to a boil in an instant. He'd always been able to do that though hadn't he. Tradgedy some might call it. For her.. enjoyment. A shimmer in the night would occur around her, silence carrying her through the Darkness to stand before him in his path. Face lifted to the moonlit sky, a hand would come up to ease fingers through stray strands of snow, the words drifting forth whispered promises of sweet pain. " It seems I can never escape the foolish mistakes of my past. You still need me at your side that bad ?"
wade_aka_deadpool_the_sequel: He stopped, and looked over his shoulder. "Sweetcheeks, the only side of you I'm interested in is the one with those sweet double-ds on it, so don't flatter yourself." Tugging the earbuds out of his mask, he shoved the iPod back into one of the pouches on his belt. "But if you wanna make some foolish mistakes, I've got a maid costume in your size and a paddle with your name on it. So...watcha think, buns o' fun? We gonna do our usual dance or what?" He had turned to face her now. He knew what running into her meant...it was never just coincidence. For some weird-ass reason, they were just meant to fight every once in a while. Not too bad, if he thought about it. At least she was easy on the eyes.
true_lady_death: " Your lies are angels songs upon my ears my lost love.." Again her whisper, only to now sweep about him, caress his ears, his senses. But a wizards trick, yet so amusing to her. But were her words not true? She thought not. But she thought so many things now. And this man knew nothing of it. Would he care? It didn't matter. A soft sigh, perhaps in sadness, or merely in agitation, and she was moving. A leap towards him, her speed much more then he would remember. But true.. this was her arch-nemisis. The One and Only Deadpool...
wade_aka_deadpool_the_sequel: He scratched his head, "Um...yeah. Love songs for ear angels and whatever. Look, as much fun as it is to play the Shakespeare game with you, I'm in no mood to write Bryan Adams songs by napalm light right now. You want somebody to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, go find some stupid farmboy or something. You want someone to bend you over and spank you like a bad girl, you're in the right place." His right foot slid back as he shifted into his ready stance, his right hand leaving the handle of the knife...no need to resort to weaponry right away. What fun was that? "Well, Debbie Does Halloween...what's it gonna be?" Her leap was enough of an answer for him. She was faster than he remembered, sure...but she wasn't the only one who'd changed. Both legs pushed hard against the ground, powerful muscles sending him into the air as well...right towards her. His trajectory was a bit different, though. He was aiming for over her. She didn't seem to be attacking, so much as just closing the gap, so he decided to egg her on a bit, As he flipped over her, his left hand extended...middle finger flashing in her face as he flew by. "Remember THAT finger, toots? I seem to remember that one being your favorite during 'special time'." He landed in a crouch a few feet behind her, twisting to face her again. "Nyuk nyuk."
true_lady_death: In the air so fast,and like a bullet he was to mimic her. Ah but her heart was pounding, what she called her blood was racing, and for the first time in a long time she felt 'alive' as it were. This lone man had always the means to do this to her. Lips would part and she would scream, a harpys song of delight as he came towards her. Slick man that he was, her head would not move as she flew past, her eyes closing as they passed, a quick breath gathered in. Clenched fists would glow softly, even as her own leatherclad curves twisted in a cat-like dance before her own landing. Booted leggings thudded heavily upon the earth, her body facing him but crouched upon a single knee. Her head bowed, snowy mane pooling about her muscled form of alabaster flesh as a single fist met contact with theground, but a split second of time and the earth would split open beneath his feet..