08-08-2015, 11:01 AM
Deadpool nodded, grudgingly.
Something lurked in the forest—behind the next trunk, or high above in a branch . . . it was still around—and the mercenary felt its presence. He scanned the trees and brushes but saw nothing (a breeze swept through from the west, shaking the leaves of the forest into a tremble, and a brown rabbit lunged from one bush to another, but that was it).
”There’s really only question to be asked here,” Deadpool muttered as he brought his hand back to his side, ”is this to build up for the upcoming plot, or something much further in the future?”
The mercenary about-faced and walked to the red-leafed tree. As he got closer he saw its age. Wrinkles and crevices ran down its bark in vertical lines; in some parts they fractured, even fissuring in others, leaving long canyons down the trunk. Welts dotted the tree like—
”Wakka’s balls,” Deadpool interjected, ”the tree has more knots on it than Wakka’s balls.”
On the trunk of the tree will be a node, Triumpht said. Turn the node like you would a doorknob.
”No shit,” the mercenary replied. ”I’d like to use one of my lifelines to answer which node.”
The node directly in front of you, at eye level.
Deadpool set his sights straight and saw it. The node was larger than a baseball, but still small enough to comfortably palm. And that’s what he did.
”Which way am I supposed to turn this damn thing?”
Triumpht didn’t respond.
If Retane had any sense, his base would have some resemblance of an alarm system. Deadpool liked that thought, and wished it were true—maybe a wrong twist of the node would release a toxic, or the tree explodes, or . . . lasers.
He twisted the node clockwise. Nothing. No gas, no explosions, no lasers, not even a whooping alarm sound (akin to an annoying car alarm, or a whining air siren).
The mercenary sighed.
Something lurked in the forest—behind the next trunk, or high above in a branch . . . it was still around—and the mercenary felt its presence. He scanned the trees and brushes but saw nothing (a breeze swept through from the west, shaking the leaves of the forest into a tremble, and a brown rabbit lunged from one bush to another, but that was it).
”There’s really only question to be asked here,” Deadpool muttered as he brought his hand back to his side, ”is this to build up for the upcoming plot, or something much further in the future?”
The mercenary about-faced and walked to the red-leafed tree. As he got closer he saw its age. Wrinkles and crevices ran down its bark in vertical lines; in some parts they fractured, even fissuring in others, leaving long canyons down the trunk. Welts dotted the tree like—
”Wakka’s balls,” Deadpool interjected, ”the tree has more knots on it than Wakka’s balls.”
On the trunk of the tree will be a node, Triumpht said. Turn the node like you would a doorknob.
”No shit,” the mercenary replied. ”I’d like to use one of my lifelines to answer which node.”
The node directly in front of you, at eye level.
Deadpool set his sights straight and saw it. The node was larger than a baseball, but still small enough to comfortably palm. And that’s what he did.
”Which way am I supposed to turn this damn thing?”
Triumpht didn’t respond.
If Retane had any sense, his base would have some resemblance of an alarm system. Deadpool liked that thought, and wished it were true—maybe a wrong twist of the node would release a toxic, or the tree explodes, or . . . lasers.
He twisted the node clockwise. Nothing. No gas, no explosions, no lasers, not even a whooping alarm sound (akin to an annoying car alarm, or a whining air siren).
The mercenary sighed.
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