The Secondary Saga - Prologue, Introductions

[Deadpool]

The little ghost with the tranquil tone directed him here. She claimed she could help him find Omni, claimed that she could indeed make his elusive dream a reality. What else could he do but believe her? He already exhausted every other option, wasting time and effort chasing leads far less believable. Some outride laughable.

Traversing the woodland was harsh—Pinocchio had the grass stains across his shins to testify—but after navigating through the entangled shrubbery the marionette finally arrived to his destination.

There were plenty of people, varying in gender and attire—at least a dozen, by Pinocchio’s quick head-count—, all lounging around, waiting; some stood, some sat, but all of them were expecting something. Bars of light, beaming through the canopy, made most of the figures’ visages impossible to depict, but from their statures he knew they were strong. There were even some autonomous objects—like himself—in the group.

They must have all gotten the same memo Pinocchio received: Omni in the ‘Greens.

Pinocchio spectated, crouched behind the shrouding of a tall tree’s uproots, which seemed like petrified snakes that emerged from the grass and twined up the trunk of the tree, eventually stretching out and around the high branches. His fingers clenched the bark of the roots as he pulled his head over just far enough to view ahead.

The pistols holstered on a few of the persons’ waist caught his attention immediately. The light glinted off of them in twinkles. Pinocchio never felt the burning of a round, personally, but ever since he mysteriously arrived into the Omniverse, rumors of the horrors they caused circulated stronger than flies around shit. They said it boomed like lightning, and burned holes into its victims.

Drat! Pinocchio thought as he dunked his head under the uproots, swinging around to sit on his bottom.

He laced his carven fingers together upon his lap. Even if there were no firearms, some of the burlier men in the crowd could probably break him in two; if he closed his eyes he could envision his back splintering, splitting, snapping like a falling tree, and ripping his tethered, fake overall suspenders.

Pinocchio gritted his teeth. Too bad Gingy wasn’t around; he could just summon Mongo. Of course, if Gingy had known of Pinnochios plans to search for Omni he would have brought it to a halt.

The marionette had to do this one solo.