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| On The Rise; Jet and Deadpool | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 26 2009, 05:05 AM (166 Views) | |
| Jet Black | Apr 26 2009, 05:05 AM Post #1 |
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Date: April 5th (after Wive's Tale) Time: 2:12am She should be sleeping. She should be resting for a battle that could happen at any moment. And the blonde woman certainly should not be outside sitting on the steps in front of X-Factor Headquarters. But on the very early morning, Jet Black was expecting someone. After the whole thing that happened with Remy she didn't want to stick around. Not because of what Scott did, he was justified about that. But Remy was once a friend, a team mate and he was pushing it and paid the price. It was like she didn't know him in the first place. And maybe she didn't, he was with the Brotherhood after all. Hopefully her best friend was still the same. Wade Wilson, Deadpool, Mr Sexy, Slinky, Mithras, Merc with a mouth, whatever he liked to be called Jet had always called him friend. Jet flipped open the phone and dialed. She sighed and waited for the other side to pick up. Ring-ring. Ring-ring. The blonde hoped he was there, she thought, “Please be there.” “This is Dea-” “You're supposed to say the business name first. They may not know-” “They called, didn't they?” “Could have been a wrong --” “This is Dead--” “I'm serious Wade. We lost three clients last week because--” BANG! “Deadpool here. Sup?” Jet held back a laugh by biting down on her lip. “You should really say the business name first.” Although he couldn't see it her smile was widened. “Hey Wade.” “I would, but Weasel registered it as something gay. I wanted to go with Hellhouse, but he went with Killer Contracts. Why not just tell the feds where I am while he's at it. At least Hellhouse sounds like a bar or something.” There was a pause on the phone. “Hey! What's the rule about leaving liquids just lying around?” Another pause. “I don't care if it is blood. What's the rule?” Another pause. “That's right... go get a paper towel and lay it on top of it. Paper towel pickup day is only two days away, so it won't stain that bad.” “Well that explains the bang. Is it wrong not to have this sort of thing not bother me? Or are you turning me into a crazy girl?” “I'd only be worried about ya if I caught you with your hand down your pants while watching Don Knotts marathon. He's ugly as sin. And who decided to let him be an actor anyway?” Jet laughed, “I don't know... Disney?” She paused for only a moment when she continued, “Other than business names... how've ya been?” “Yeah. That Disney guy also hated Jews. You know they make the best accountants? Shows you what he knew.” He paused, thinking over Jet's question, “Eh... we got a dog. Picked him off the street. Wasn't gonna keep him, but Weasel's allergic, so he's sticking around. Not sure what to name him though.” “You are so mean to Weasel sometimes... ya know that?” Jet chuckled for a moment then her voice became somber. “You know... I was out of it... in December. I don't know if it was my imagination but, you were there weren't you? During that whole Scrambler thing.” The torment he had brought both Warren and herself didn't seem to have happened too long ago. But after the rescue everything was a blur. One of the blurry moments the blonde could have sworn she heard or saw Wade. “Umm... yeah. Scrambler got frisky with the Kingpin's pet of the month. Hired me to do him... and not in the porno way. Turns out you were there too... what're the freakin odds, huh?” “Apparently very good and in my favor. ...Thanks... I mean even though... Well... ugh, whatever you know what I mean to say.” Jet rolled her eyes and shook her head at herself. “Maybe it's this whole end of the world thing but it's good to know you're still you and I can count on ya. I'm sorry, I'm rambling.” “Yeah... you kind of are. I was kinda in the middle of-- DON'T SHUT DOWN THAT WINDOW! Do you know how hard it is to find real life twins willing to do that kind of stuff to each other?” There was a pause. “Hey... end of the world? What?” Jet lowered her eyebrows, “Have you been watching the news? People are calling it the end of days. Friends are being taken. People I thought were friends, aren't. It is comforting to know some things don't change.” “News? No. The news sucks. This week, it's a Battlestar Galactica special on the Sci-Fi channel. What is it this time? Mad Pig Fever or something?” “Nope. It's like I said... end of the world. I hear the deli next to HQ makes great sandwiches, wanna get a bite to eat?” “I'd like that, but... there's a restraining order. 'Fraid I can't.” “Wade, stop gawking at twins doing... god knows what come over here and hang out with me. I wouldn't be calling my friend so early in the morning or late at night if I really didn't want him to hang out with me. Come on Wade... please?” “Hang out? You won't make me try to watch The Notebook again, will you? I'll stab you if you do.” Jet laughed, “Wade, one I've never made you watch The Notebook. And two... you wouldn't stab me. You said so... remember? In Russia, with Bob. Any ways... just hangin out. Come on... the world is ending and if I'm gonna die... and it stick I at least want to hang out with my friend before I do.” “... Okay. Where you at?” Jet smiled, “Mutant Town.” So there the blonde sat on the stoop waiting for her friend to show up. It was late or very very early. The sun was still sleeping. |
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| Deadpool | Apr 29 2009, 10:55 PM Post #2 |
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Wade yawned as he stumbled down Mutant Town road. Christ... why can't she just come see me? Dragging me all the way across town and into the heart of MT so she can say hey and reminisce about the good-ol' days where we blew up Cuba together. Helpless sape like me could get taken advantage of in a place like Mutant Town at this time of day. “My ass is a one-way street,” Wade yelled, his words more than a little slurred. “So if any of you are looking for a good time, that trap door on my jump suit ain't for that. It's for goin' dookey without having to unbuckle everything and pull it all down.” He paused in front of an alleyway mouth, tossing the large empty bottle in the dumpster; a chuckle escaped him as he heard a cat yowl over the shatter of glass. “Funny story goes on with that. I was single-handedly fighting some hired guns, trying to rescue some rich chick from a Somalian warlord. Had to take a dump and couldn't wait. Had to use C-4 to cave in the doorway just to buy me enough time to get my pants down, punish the toilet, and get 'em back up again. Those guys were good though... made it through quicker than I thought. I had to take out ten guys with my pants around my knees.” *Hic* “Looks nice on my resume though.” “Hey,” some old hag shouted from her window, “Pipe down! Workin people's gotta sleep.” “Yeah,” Wade shouted back, “Get some beauty sleep while yer at it. S'like I'm almost lookin in a mirror or somethin'!” Somewhere nearby, a potted plant shattered, making Deadpool jump. Jeez... throwing shit at me... moody bitch. No wonder the humans want you out of here. |
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| Jet Black | May 4 2009, 11:46 PM Post #3 |
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Down the alley a short ways from Headquarters Jet heard a commotion. All common sense blared alarms in her head. Telling her not to go and look. But there was an inlay of good feelings, one that said, no it's okay. Cautiously she stood up and edged slowly to the alley. If something happened her vocal chords still worked, even if her powers didn't. At a ready stance she looked around the corner and saw him. Wade Wilson, Deadpool. And a potted plant shattered on the ground. “If it's not the doors of Deli's it's potted plants huh Wade?” She shook her head and chuckled, “Always getting into trouble.” He seemed tipsy. Jet walked a little ways into the alley and closer to the masked mercenary. The blonde was glad to see Wade. Every time she saw him there was some crazy adventure to be had. The first time was a proxy bomb that had attached itself to her. Ten feet away from it and it would detonate. The second time he went to her for a little help retrieving Weasel from a Hydra base. There was one time where it wasn't some zany adventure, that was when she was taken and tortured. Although she didn't remember him being there. And with Apocalypse, the possibility of all of them dying in the fight against him, it was worth the loss of sleep to spend a night with her masked merc friend. “Thanks for coming. I guess the blonde show ended early tonight.” |
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