09-12-2013, 03:14 PM
"What's up Skinhead?"
Still trying to take it all in, the warrior jerked his head towards the voice. Coming towards him in a casual stride was a a masked man in a red and black outfit. He was equipped with battlements, though none were brought to arms. Raze thought about being the first to grab for his own blades. His memories were clouded, but he knew very well that he had never seen this person before in his life.
"Who are you", Raze demanded.
"Me? I'm the Doctor." The man spoke as if it was an obvious statement.
"The doctor?" Raze lifted a brow, it rung no bells.
"Yes, The Doctor." The masked man raised his hands as if waiting for a question.
"Never heard of it." The warrior clenched his fists and relaxed them repeatedly in anxiousness, trying to figure out where this was going.
"No man! You are suppose to say 'Doctor Who'. Dammit! It was going to be so hilarious, too."
Raze blinked for a moment, trying to catch on but could only shake his head, "No."
"Crapola man! You're ruining my buzz, Skinhead. But since I know who you are, I guess you can just call me Deadpool." As he spoke, he placed his hand on Raze's shoulder, causing the warrior to bring up a fist. Two short blades flipped and stuck out of the gauntlet, their points barely touching the red fabric of Deadpool's mask.
The mercenary paused for a slight second, only lift his chin higher, and with his free hand slowly move the sharp objects away from him."Relax, don't be so touchy. All the fun killing stuff can happen after we figure out whats going on."
Just as quick as they had appeared, the blades vanished and Deadpool brought Raze in closer by butting his hand on his other shoulder and the two began walking a few steps like they the best of pals, "So tell me about yourself Skinhead. Where do you come from what or who were you doing before you got here? Tell me about the man behind the skin head. Tell me who your daddy is?"
"Raze. Raze Destruction. That's what they call me.-"
-"No they call you Skinhead"-
"I was fighting the Kracken Guard army. I was in the lead; I was up by seventeen kills against Arith... At least I think that's what I remember. There were dead corpses all around me. the sand was drenched in the blood of friends and enemies."
"Oh! It sounds exciting."
"It was!" Raze had a smile on his face as he remembered the massacre. It started to get his blood pumping again, he could almost taste it."
"Ok, now who the hell are you guys?" Deadpools' voice snapped him back to reality and Raze realized that they had stumbled across more people staring at the two.
Still trying to take it all in, the warrior jerked his head towards the voice. Coming towards him in a casual stride was a a masked man in a red and black outfit. He was equipped with battlements, though none were brought to arms. Raze thought about being the first to grab for his own blades. His memories were clouded, but he knew very well that he had never seen this person before in his life.
"Who are you", Raze demanded.
"Me? I'm the Doctor." The man spoke as if it was an obvious statement.
"The doctor?" Raze lifted a brow, it rung no bells.
"Yes, The Doctor." The masked man raised his hands as if waiting for a question.
"Never heard of it." The warrior clenched his fists and relaxed them repeatedly in anxiousness, trying to figure out where this was going.
"No man! You are suppose to say 'Doctor Who'. Dammit! It was going to be so hilarious, too."
Raze blinked for a moment, trying to catch on but could only shake his head, "No."
"Crapola man! You're ruining my buzz, Skinhead. But since I know who you are, I guess you can just call me Deadpool." As he spoke, he placed his hand on Raze's shoulder, causing the warrior to bring up a fist. Two short blades flipped and stuck out of the gauntlet, their points barely touching the red fabric of Deadpool's mask.
The mercenary paused for a slight second, only lift his chin higher, and with his free hand slowly move the sharp objects away from him."Relax, don't be so touchy. All the fun killing stuff can happen after we figure out whats going on."
Just as quick as they had appeared, the blades vanished and Deadpool brought Raze in closer by butting his hand on his other shoulder and the two began walking a few steps like they the best of pals, "So tell me about yourself Skinhead. Where do you come from what or who were you doing before you got here? Tell me about the man behind the skin head. Tell me who your daddy is?"
"Raze. Raze Destruction. That's what they call me.-"
-"No they call you Skinhead"-
"I was fighting the Kracken Guard army. I was in the lead; I was up by seventeen kills against Arith... At least I think that's what I remember. There were dead corpses all around me. the sand was drenched in the blood of friends and enemies."
"Oh! It sounds exciting."
"It was!" Raze had a smile on his face as he remembered the massacre. It started to get his blood pumping again, he could almost taste it."
"Ok, now who the hell are you guys?" Deadpools' voice snapped him back to reality and Raze realized that they had stumbled across more people staring at the two.