06-23-2017, 08:20 PM
By the time Tony had finally flung open the doors to the lobby of the safe house, several shards of glass were still embedded in his reopened wounds. All the viewers at home were treated to the lovely sight of Dante yanking out fragments of windshield from his blood-soaked extremities, the bandages over them made tattered and worthless. As the last particularly large piece of glass was flicked into the garbage can, Jak Mar took notice and looked over his long-term ally.
"What happened to you?" The lost prince asked, thankful that someone he didn't immediately hate had now shown his face. "Did you get in another fight? Thrown through a window?"
Tony's answer was equal parts relieving and somewhat pathetic: "Crashed a car."
An uproar of laughter came from the walls of the re-purposed employee lounge, over the faint lull of a microwave oven. "Ahaha, that's what you get for flooring it in the rain, dummy! Ohoho, man...!"
The Son of Sparda adopted a look of disgust that rather oddly mirrored Mar's own in response to this crude comment. The redcoat looked around momentarily, spying both Jak and some guy in feudal-looking garb with a katana at his side. The latter was probably the 'Shinmen Takezō' spoken of in the culling results... which would most likely make the loud-mouthed person in the back 'Deadpool'. Fantastic.
"You okay there, Jak?" Tony asked, looking over his old partner. The green-haired fighter seemed particularly more grumpy than usual, not even managing a smile or happy nod at Redgrave's appearance.
"Ugh. Deadpool over there is a real pain," the Eco warrior finally replied, reaching for an ice pack. He gingerly settled the bag over his groin, shivering from the rush of cold surging through his damaged nether region. Tony thought it would be polite not to ask.
A ding sounded from the back rooms, and what had to be Deadpool walked out a few seconds later. The full red-and-black jumpsuit was absolutely preposterous, and yet the devil hunter found himself oddly impressed at the style of the damaged outfit, if not the practicality. What was more preposterous then the mock superhero getup was the apron and mitts the mouthy mercenary wore over them, as if he were some 1950s housewife. He held out a plate of microwaved meat strips and announced, "Okay boys, who wants bacon!?"
Jak and Shinmen groaned. Dante said nothing, remaining curious and dripping with blood and rainwater. Deadpool looked around, shrugged, and took one of the strips for himself, lifting his mask to bite into it. The room got a glimpse of Wade Wilson's horrifically scarred face as it chewed thoughtfully, then scrunched up in dislike.
"Ew. RP flavor."
"What happened to you?" The lost prince asked, thankful that someone he didn't immediately hate had now shown his face. "Did you get in another fight? Thrown through a window?"
Tony's answer was equal parts relieving and somewhat pathetic: "Crashed a car."
An uproar of laughter came from the walls of the re-purposed employee lounge, over the faint lull of a microwave oven. "Ahaha, that's what you get for flooring it in the rain, dummy! Ohoho, man...!"
The Son of Sparda adopted a look of disgust that rather oddly mirrored Mar's own in response to this crude comment. The redcoat looked around momentarily, spying both Jak and some guy in feudal-looking garb with a katana at his side. The latter was probably the 'Shinmen Takezō' spoken of in the culling results... which would most likely make the loud-mouthed person in the back 'Deadpool'. Fantastic.
"You okay there, Jak?" Tony asked, looking over his old partner. The green-haired fighter seemed particularly more grumpy than usual, not even managing a smile or happy nod at Redgrave's appearance.
"Ugh. Deadpool over there is a real pain," the Eco warrior finally replied, reaching for an ice pack. He gingerly settled the bag over his groin, shivering from the rush of cold surging through his damaged nether region. Tony thought it would be polite not to ask.
A ding sounded from the back rooms, and what had to be Deadpool walked out a few seconds later. The full red-and-black jumpsuit was absolutely preposterous, and yet the devil hunter found himself oddly impressed at the style of the damaged outfit, if not the practicality. What was more preposterous then the mock superhero getup was the apron and mitts the mouthy mercenary wore over them, as if he were some 1950s housewife. He held out a plate of microwaved meat strips and announced, "Okay boys, who wants bacon!?"
Jak and Shinmen groaned. Dante said nothing, remaining curious and dripping with blood and rainwater. Deadpool looked around, shrugged, and took one of the strips for himself, lifting his mask to bite into it. The room got a glimpse of Wade Wilson's horrifically scarred face as it chewed thoughtfully, then scrunched up in dislike.
"Ew. RP flavor."
Quote:Dante moving from C21 to Safehouse C.