12-12-2015, 06:51 PM
You must turn the node counter-clockwise, Triumpht's voice returned.
”Thanks for the heads-up,” the mercenary quipped. ”Woulda took me an eternity to figure out.”
He loved information after the fact—almost as much as sarcasm. Especially from an unborn mouth-child.
”I wonder if you can abort an egg,” Deadpool briefly wondered. He knocked his fist against his temple. ”Of course you can. How else is breakfast made?”
Do you always act this stupid?
”About as often as your father misplaces a comma.”
Deadpool palmed the node, and gripped his fingers firmly around the edges of it. With a flick of the wrist, the node turned backwards. The first rotation took more effort than the mercenary expected—the node grumbled while struggling to roll counter-clockwise—but he persisted, pushing through it. He could hear it grind against the grain, but kept going until he hit a wall.
”Here we go: open sesame!”
A moment passed, but nothing.
Deadpool's eye twitched. “What the fuck,” he spat. “The thing must be broke.” The tip of his boot slammed into the base of the tree, chipping off a slab of bark. ”Goddamn MADE IN CHINA bullshit! Who buys their base from Fisher Pri—“
A loud grumble interrupted. It came from the tree, an as soon as it did, a quake rippled out from it, rattling Deadpool. He took a large hop in reverse, and threw his hands up in an attempt to maintain his balance while the rumbling earth wobbled his body like a hula hooper. The mercenary spoke too soon; maybe the jaded fiend—”emerald Namekian”—Retane held higher knowledge than he had given him credit for.
As quick as the quake started, it ended. It stretched out from the tree like a forever expanding ring, triggering a white-noise of quivering leaves throughout the forest.
”Ok, I'm pretty sure all of this wasn't included in anyone else's description of Retane's base. Seriously, I feel like the narration is going a bit far here.”
False alarm, Triumpht assured. It's a way to deter unwanted guests. All you have to do now is press the node in, and the door will show itself.
”Riight.” Only two things showed themselves in life: exotic dancers, and perverts in trench-coats; hopefully, the unborn mouth-child's perspective on 'showing' contrasted the his own.
He returned to the node with cautious steps, reaching his right hand back to wrap around the hilt of his katana as he raised his left hand towards the tree. His narrator had gone beyond the call of duty to make the merc's entrance into Retane's base as unpleasant and unpredictable as possible (Shit, a kangaroo could jump down from the tree and back-kick his dick into his pelvis; regeneration or not, that would hurt like hell). When the tips of his fingers kissed the node it pulsed green. He stopped, and pulled his hand away. The emerald light within the node swirled, but then died.
A dry croak reverberated from the tree. Deadpool unsheathed his blade, pulling it over his body and grabbing it with both hands (”come and get it, kangaroo!”)
Bark peeled upward from the foundation of the tree like a million-sided plantain, revealing, not bare wood nor the innards of a banana, but a black hole within its center.
Deadpool spectated with perplexity. ”So lemme' get this straight, Retane has his own fucking sub-verse portal designed into the middle of a abnormally eggplant-shaped tree?
. . . And don't fix that how I talk. Sometimes I don't wanna use an's, so if you get penalized then fuck it. You pulled that shit earlier in this post—along with a few other times, too—and its demeaning to my character.”
It is a stairwell, Triumpht answered. There is a switch on the right side of the doorway. It will activate the lights.
Deadpool nodded. He sheathed his katana and stuck a hand into the abyss.
”Thanks for the heads-up,” the mercenary quipped. ”Woulda took me an eternity to figure out.”
He loved information after the fact—almost as much as sarcasm. Especially from an unborn mouth-child.
”I wonder if you can abort an egg,” Deadpool briefly wondered. He knocked his fist against his temple. ”Of course you can. How else is breakfast made?”
Do you always act this stupid?
”About as often as your father misplaces a comma.”
Deadpool palmed the node, and gripped his fingers firmly around the edges of it. With a flick of the wrist, the node turned backwards. The first rotation took more effort than the mercenary expected—the node grumbled while struggling to roll counter-clockwise—but he persisted, pushing through it. He could hear it grind against the grain, but kept going until he hit a wall.
”Here we go: open sesame!”
A moment passed, but nothing.
Deadpool's eye twitched. “What the fuck,” he spat. “The thing must be broke.” The tip of his boot slammed into the base of the tree, chipping off a slab of bark. ”Goddamn MADE IN CHINA bullshit! Who buys their base from Fisher Pri—“
A loud grumble interrupted. It came from the tree, an as soon as it did, a quake rippled out from it, rattling Deadpool. He took a large hop in reverse, and threw his hands up in an attempt to maintain his balance while the rumbling earth wobbled his body like a hula hooper. The mercenary spoke too soon; maybe the jaded fiend—”emerald Namekian”—Retane held higher knowledge than he had given him credit for.
As quick as the quake started, it ended. It stretched out from the tree like a forever expanding ring, triggering a white-noise of quivering leaves throughout the forest.
”Ok, I'm pretty sure all of this wasn't included in anyone else's description of Retane's base. Seriously, I feel like the narration is going a bit far here.”
False alarm, Triumpht assured. It's a way to deter unwanted guests. All you have to do now is press the node in, and the door will show itself.
”Riight.” Only two things showed themselves in life: exotic dancers, and perverts in trench-coats; hopefully, the unborn mouth-child's perspective on 'showing' contrasted the his own.
He returned to the node with cautious steps, reaching his right hand back to wrap around the hilt of his katana as he raised his left hand towards the tree. His narrator had gone beyond the call of duty to make the merc's entrance into Retane's base as unpleasant and unpredictable as possible (Shit, a kangaroo could jump down from the tree and back-kick his dick into his pelvis; regeneration or not, that would hurt like hell). When the tips of his fingers kissed the node it pulsed green. He stopped, and pulled his hand away. The emerald light within the node swirled, but then died.
A dry croak reverberated from the tree. Deadpool unsheathed his blade, pulling it over his body and grabbing it with both hands (”come and get it, kangaroo!”)
Bark peeled upward from the foundation of the tree like a million-sided plantain, revealing, not bare wood nor the innards of a banana, but a black hole within its center.
Deadpool spectated with perplexity. ”So lemme' get this straight, Retane has his own fucking sub-verse portal designed into the middle of a abnormally eggplant-shaped tree?
. . . And don't fix that how I talk. Sometimes I don't wanna use an's, so if you get penalized then fuck it. You pulled that shit earlier in this post—along with a few other times, too—and its demeaning to my character.”
It is a stairwell, Triumpht answered. There is a switch on the right side of the doorway. It will activate the lights.
Deadpool nodded. He sheathed his katana and stuck a hand into the abyss.
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