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Post by Revan on Dec 23, 2009 5:58:30 GMT -5
The door slides open once again. In walks the resident red and black clad merc with a mouth, surprisingly, without an escort. "Everyone can relax. Deadpool is here." As the door slides close, voices from outside the room can be heard... "We've got a man down in the hallway."
Deadpool walks up to the group and towards a seat, but before he could reach it, he stops dead in his tracks. "Uh, what happened to Cable's arm?" He says pointing to Warlock. "It's like, moving around... on its own. If Cable isn't dead, the guy that did this will be when he gets a hold of him." DP continues to take his seat and take a look at the others.
He addresses Bonebreaker first. "Papa Shango, dude I used to love watching you wrestle. I've been wondering what you up to after you left the WWF. Can you believed they changed the name? All because some planet loving yuppies were all, save the panda's."
"Yo, webhead. Back in black. It suits you. That whole red and blue color scheme makes you look gay anyway."
He then looks to the Trapster. "Hey weren't you that guy that used to make all those weird weapons, like glue guns and snot bombs? Think I can get one of those from ya? It'll make a nice gift for an old friend of mine." Deadpool leans back in his chair and his imagination drifts off to the thought of Logan opening said box and having a snot bomb explode in his face.
(OOC: Papa Shango )
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Post by Black Sam on Dec 23, 2009 12:09:05 GMT -5
Misfits, indeed...I wonder why Fury wanted me for this?
To the robot, the man in black nods and offers his name in a low voice...
"Mongoose."
Then Deadpool struts in, and Mongoose shifts in his seat unconsciously, wary.
Who's Cable?
He doesn't laugh, not vocally, but Mongoose's torso spasms with a brief chuckle at Deadpool's reference. He gets it.
"Papa Shango? Nice..."
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Post by dorkknight23 on Dec 23, 2009 15:39:08 GMT -5
From the look on Petruski's face he's having a hard time taking Deadpool serious, "Yeah. Soon as I give my babies out to people you're first on my list, Deadpool." Deadpool, Bonebreaker? What kind of team did he wander into? Would they expect him to start going by "Bloodpaste" or something?
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Post by superfrog on Dec 23, 2009 19:32:51 GMT -5
The over-dramatically dressed Bonebreaker studied the robots reactions, noting that his entrance had seemed to agitate the creature. Not sure if this were a good thing or bad he physically shrugged, before tilting his head to the left as he stared at Warlock.
Acquaintance Bonebreaker? God I hope he doesn't always talk that way.
"My story?" He was cut off before he could begin, by the flamboyant entrance of the merc with a mouth, Dead Pool.
"Papa Shango?"He arched an eyebrow at Dead Pool, though it was doubtful anyone could tell through the metallic-spandex mask covering his face. "I'm afraid you've got the wrong man. Besides, everyone knows Sting would beat the snot out of Papa Shango."
He cupped his hands over his mouth and gave a loud "Whoo!!," ala the vintage, colorful Sting from the early 90's.
"So quite a team we got here eh? We'd fit right in at a Halloween party." He tilts his head toward Trapster this time, sensing that the man doesn't care to much for his new teammates manner of dress and demeanor.
Crotchety old Geezer.
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Post by Revan on Dec 23, 2009 20:04:10 GMT -5
"Speaking of party, have you guys seen Widow around? Maybe we can get Widow to put on a strip show or something. Heh, get Nicky-boy to get off his high horse and go get some brewskies. So, which one of you is the mind jockey telepath?" These guys didn't appear to be too bad a group, well, at least they didn't make him wanna get up and stab someone. For a brief second, he did have the urge to poke Warlock a few times.
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Post by Presto on Dec 27, 2009 21:12:48 GMT -5
Warlock stared at Deadpool, fully aware of the mans past as he had researched the man heavily. He was partly the reason behind this groups founding, so Warlock had been sure to be aware of everything he could.
Unfortunately, the man was defined as a nigh-living X factor. Expect the worse, be suprised by nothing.
"... Self could technically be considered similar to a telepath. Though, self can only remotely control and read machines, not organic beings." It was a fair comparison, between a telepath and a technopath.
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Post by dorkknight23 on Dec 27, 2009 21:16:02 GMT -5
There's a telepath? F*ck. Or in case you're hearing this... hello. Trapster's concerns are temporarily calmed if it's Warlock. But if it's the guy in black... he shudders.
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Post by superfrog on Dec 27, 2009 21:33:54 GMT -5
I doubt there's a telepath among this bunch, Bonebreaker thinks to himself.
The one called Warlock intrigued him. It wasn't everyday that one got to see a cybernetic organism up close and personal, though his way of talking grated on the nerves. He half expected Dead Pool to start shooting at him or slicing him up, but so far the merc seemed to be calm.
Really the one who bothered him most was the one dressed in black. He was a virtual unknown. What skills did he bring to the table? He was definitely a quiet one.
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Post by Black Sam on Dec 28, 2009 1:13:38 GMT -5
Mongoose watched Captain Skulls and Trap-Man fidget at the mention of a telepath in the room. Probably wonderin' who it is. Means its not them. He checks the exits and lines of sight unconsciously, waiting for one of the Men in Black to speak...
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Post by WildKnight on Dec 28, 2009 10:34:19 GMT -5
A holographic image of a human silhouette appeared at the far end of the table. It was carefully designed to give away nothing; it appeared neither male nor female, of completely average height and build, and when it spoke, its voice was also carefully modulated.
"Ah, greetings. I am Agent 6. I've borrowed you gentlemen from Wraith for a bit, as a sudden opportunity has come up for us." An image of an ancient manor house appeared. "This is the Latverian Embassy in Maine. This morning, it was taken over by a previously unknown terrorist group opposing Kristoff Von Doom's rule of their country. They call themselves the New World Liberation Front.
"Normally we wouldn't concern ourselves... Von Doom would send in his Doombots and that would be the end of it. But we've been looking for an excuse to get into that building for over a decade and, technically speaking, many of the people inside are American citizens. If you should happen to access their database and retrieve certain, sensitive information while attempting to free the hostages within... well, who is to say that these terrorists didn't do it?
"I trust you all understand your mission. Questions?"
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Post by Presto on Dec 28, 2009 12:05:15 GMT -5
Warlock sudenly sat at attention when the hologram came to life, excited that the briefing would officially begin. Although he had hacked into files to find out about the formation of this team, he had never delved further to locate what the first mission files would be... Particularly because he had already pushed it to begin with, and had no desire to get in any trouble while trying to join this group.
He listened to the mission specs and nodded. "Should be entirely within selfs capabilities to acquire any data stored on their systems if Self is within the embassy, given enough time." He then looked around to the others around him, and then back to Agent 6.
"What is the probability of RulerKristoffVonDoom sending his Doombots, and the likelihood that they may perceive us as a threat as well as the terrorists, SelfFriendAgent6?" He queried.
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Post by dorkknight23 on Dec 28, 2009 14:14:45 GMT -5
"Pretty damn good," Trapster says to Warlock.
"Okay, we break in, we take down the terrorists, save the civilians, get 'Lock here to upload the info, and take down the Doombots if they show up. And if we survive all that, maybe we get to do another of these..." He smiles, "I'm in."
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Post by Black Sam on Dec 28, 2009 14:55:59 GMT -5
Mongoose nods. Terrorists are his specialty.
"Let's do this then," he says. "Fist question: Where are they holding the hostages and what kind of weapons should we expect? Are these garden-variety terrorists or X-Men wannabes?" His gaze tilts slightly towards Deadpool as he finishes speaking...
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Post by Revan on Dec 29, 2009 14:36:04 GMT -5
Deadpool sits back watching the reactions of everyone as they receive the info on their assignment. At first he's eerily silent, which of course is unusual for him, at least until after Mongoose asks his questions. Then suddenly he raises his hand. "I got an even better question. Do you get cable? There's this documentary on the history of porn that I've been dying to see."
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Post by dorkknight23 on Dec 29, 2009 14:42:12 GMT -5
"HBO isn't porn, 'Pool, at least not all the time," Trapster seems to desperately want a cigarette. The two telltale fingers in his right hand are looking for something to do.
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