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[mouthiness]

[Deadpool has honestly seen better days. Better days when his costume wasn't dirty and ripped to hell and you couldn't smell him from twenty feet away. He's just going to shuffle over to a couch in the lobby, plopping down on it with a heavy sigh. It takes him a couple of seconds to notice the journal on the floor by his head]

So there you are. Some help you were... And before anyone asks, I don't want to talk about it.


((Open everywhere ahhh I've missed you guys ; ; ))

Comments

[onlyanapple]

Oh, hey look. You're not dead.

[mouthiness]

Nope, not yet! Try again next week.

[onlyanapple]

It'll get you one day, Wade.

So where were you?

[mouthiness]

Oooh, I'm shaking in my boots.

Where do all the cool kids hang out? The lobby, duh.

[onlyanapple]

...You've been in the lobby. All this time.

action i guess

[allaboutattitude]

[ Her first day in the castle, and yikes, what was that smell?

... Oh. She approaches him carefully, a little concerned. ]

Are you okay?

Action it is!!

[mouthiness]

Who, me? Yeah I'm fine. Will be fine. Whatever.

[Waves his hand dismissively]

sweeet

[allaboutattitude]

What happened?

[mouthiness]

The castle. But did you hear when I said I didn't want to talk about it? I don't to talk about it.

[allaboutattitude]

Does the castle do stuff like this a lot to its residents? [ She doesn't want to go here anymore-- ]

Wade

[likethetragedy]

I was wondering where you went.

Ele

[mouthiness]

[Perks up because oohhhh it's his favorite]

Ele! Hi.

Wade

[likethetragedy]

Hi. [She smiles not that he can see it. Elektra wasn't worried because well it's Deadpool. The healing factor alone will keep him alright.]

So do I get the story or not?

Ele

[mouthiness]

Nope! It's one of those things that get to go to my grave with me.

Wade

[likethetragedy]

Have it your way. [This just makes her want to know more.]

[checklist]

[ Hey there, Deadpool! There happens to be a small, purple unicorn pony lying on another couch in the lobby. She's leafing through her own journal and gives him a nod in greeting. ]

Good afternoon.

[ Since it seems like he doesn't want to talk about what happened to him, she'll bite her tongue and not ask, even though her natural curiosity is piqued. ]

[mouthiness]

[Is that another.... Brightly colored talking pony? It is, isn't it. Fuuuuu. Grabs his journal, shuts it, then smacks himself in the head a few times.

Oh ok she's real then. Drops the journal again]

Good afternoon to you too, pony

[checklist]

[ dfnsuhbsdffhsd THIS ONE LOOKS FREAKED OUT a little bit

when he starts hitting himself ]

Um... are you okay? [ Hear that tone in her voice? It's concern! ]

[mouthiness]

[No see, now that he's done smacking he's good]

I'm fine. I could go for some enchiladas though.

[checklist]

Woooould... you like me to get you some?

[ She's just concerned for him. Anypony who walks in with their outfit shredded and then proceeds to beat their head with a journal obviously has some problems. ]

action

[alwaysaquestion]

[She enters the lobby and spots Wade on the couch. She walks over and is about to offer a greeting before the smell finally hits her.]

Oh god, what is that smell?

Action

[mouthiness]

The smell of someone who's been out in the woods for way too long without soap.

Action

[alwaysaquestion]

What were you doing out in the-[She stops herself and gives him a long look.]

Wait. Do I even want to know?

Action

[mouthiness]

Nah, probably not. I wouldn't be talking about it anyway.

Action

[alwaysaquestion]

Right.

Don't you think you should...I don't know, take a shower?