06-19-2017, 10:46 AM
”Sorry in advance for making your day even worse!”
Before the burly man could turn to face him, Deadpool bashed the butt of his pistol into the man's temple. The firearm thudded against his dome, and keeled him over into a bed of water with a splash.
"Godammit, Deadpool,” the mercenary exclaimed, ”you sunk my battleship!”
He threw his hands on his hips and began to ponder something he failed to conceive prior to attacking: how did he intend to pick the man up?
”I probably could have thought this out better,” he said, submerging his pistol back into its sunken holster. ”Picking up three hundred pounds of dead donut weight is gonna be a bitch.”
He groaned as he attempted to pull the man up by his arms; if not for buoyancy, he doubted he could've moved him an inch, but he did. Then he embarked on the laboring process of dragging him to the nearest landmass—a quivering batch of marsh. The mercenary questioned its ability to support the man's weight, but lack of options persuaded him to ignore his doubts.
He rolled the security officer(?—that's what he looked like to Deadpool) onto the batch of soggy grass. The officer sprawled over it with his back steadily sinking into the center. Water spilled over the sides of the grass patch, and grew a puddle over his abdomen; only his gut remained afloat, resembling an island in an ocean.
”I officially claim this land in the name of Deadpool Corps,” Deadpool joked with a chuckle. ”That is a spoiler to future endeavors, dear audience.” he flipped a thumbs-up to the drone in the sky.
”They're watching us, Baron. They want us to do well, which means you better not fuck this up.”
The mercenary spend the next several hours crafting a harness to drag the officer with. He stripped him down to his drawers, and used the other clothes—a sky-blue button-down and navy blue slacks—to belay a rope between them. One end was wrapped around the mercenary's arm, the other tied firmly to one of the man's ankles.
By the time he was done, the sun had started to climb over the skyline to the east; skyscraper windows shimmered like divine entities, who watched over the island's violence as indifferent spectators.
He pulled the officer back into the water and started to tug him across the marshlands.
Before the burly man could turn to face him, Deadpool bashed the butt of his pistol into the man's temple. The firearm thudded against his dome, and keeled him over into a bed of water with a splash.
"Godammit, Deadpool,” the mercenary exclaimed, ”you sunk my battleship!”
He threw his hands on his hips and began to ponder something he failed to conceive prior to attacking: how did he intend to pick the man up?
”I probably could have thought this out better,” he said, submerging his pistol back into its sunken holster. ”Picking up three hundred pounds of dead donut weight is gonna be a bitch.”
He groaned as he attempted to pull the man up by his arms; if not for buoyancy, he doubted he could've moved him an inch, but he did. Then he embarked on the laboring process of dragging him to the nearest landmass—a quivering batch of marsh. The mercenary questioned its ability to support the man's weight, but lack of options persuaded him to ignore his doubts.
He rolled the security officer(?—that's what he looked like to Deadpool) onto the batch of soggy grass. The officer sprawled over it with his back steadily sinking into the center. Water spilled over the sides of the grass patch, and grew a puddle over his abdomen; only his gut remained afloat, resembling an island in an ocean.
”I officially claim this land in the name of Deadpool Corps,” Deadpool joked with a chuckle. ”That is a spoiler to future endeavors, dear audience.” he flipped a thumbs-up to the drone in the sky.
”They're watching us, Baron. They want us to do well, which means you better not fuck this up.”
The mercenary spend the next several hours crafting a harness to drag the officer with. He stripped him down to his drawers, and used the other clothes—a sky-blue button-down and navy blue slacks—to belay a rope between them. One end was wrapped around the mercenary's arm, the other tied firmly to one of the man's ankles.
By the time he was done, the sun had started to climb over the skyline to the east; skyscraper windows shimmered like divine entities, who watched over the island's violence as indifferent spectators.
He pulled the officer back into the water and started to tug him across the marshlands.
Quote:Mad-pool D13 to D9
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