06-25-2017, 08:14 PM
"Yoo hoo... edgypants~..."
Tony Redgrave snapped awake, registering the foul nickname. How long had he been out? Last thing the redcoat recalled, he merely flopped down on the lobby couch for a power nap.
"Oh, good, that got you up-" The smarmy mercenary straightened up from where he had been whispering into Tony's ear. "I was going to try the old hand-in-warm-water trick if you didn't."
Tony's eyes narrowed at Deadpool, and decided that he didn't want to know what else had been attempted during his rest. Then he realized the anti-hero also was wearing his signature crimson longcoat and a mop head over his full-body costume. At that point, Tony suddenly really wanted to know. "What time is it?" The devil hunter asked aloud, "And why are you wearing my coat?"
"After six PM. You missed some bat-guy and a lightning god drop in," Jak announced, sitting on the opposite couch. The forgotten prince was fiddling with his weapon and very desperately trying not to have a fit of frustration. "Oh, and he's been taking pictures of himself with your coat for the past hour."
"Excuse you, they're called 'selfies'," Deadpool retorted, his tone phasing into that of a rebellious teenager. "You just don't understand- this isn't a phase, it's who I am-!"
"That's enough," Redgrave sat up, putting a stop to the mockery by yanking off the the mop wig. He was concerned with the other thing Jak mentioned, however- That Batman and the god had teamed up. Such an alliance could be troubling to deal with, considering their apparent strength. If the devil hunter ever met the two outside of a safe house, he couldn't be sure they might not turn on him to eliminate potential competition.
"Now, I know what you're thinking, Dante-"
"Where the hell did you learn that name?" The Son of Sparda shot a furious glare towards Deadpool, curious as to just what other 'facts' the mouthy merc drudged up. "And give me back my coat, seriously."
The mock Avenger huffed, slipping off half of the garment before Dante tore it away by the other half. "Don't worry about that," Deadpool waved off the upset redcoat, flapping his free hand like a sassy lady. "The point is, you want to go after Enel, right? The funky lightning god?"
"I wouldn't use 'funky' to describe him," Redrgave replied as he shoved his arms into the sleeves. "But maybe. Why bring it up?"
"Well, he called you an edgelord too, and all. I just thought you'd take offense to that, you know?" The mercenary shrugged. Jak turned away, scoffing at the hypocracy. Tony flopped back onto the cushions and remained similarly stunned for a moment, before mustering the gall to speak again.
"...Which is why you woke we up by calling me a-"
"I'm just trying to tell you-" The cancerous warrior interjected, "-that Enel over there's got an Artifact. Which might make your decision into either the best one or the worst." he shrugged again, hands out disarmingly. "I mean, the last thunder god I met was completely different, so who knows?"
There stood an awkward moment of silence. The devil hunter stared into the features on Deadpool's mask where eyes would be. He turned and looked over to Jak, and then they locked gazes for a moment. One could practically hear the mental gears turning in the abnormal quiet of the re-purposed office lobby.
At last, Dante stood up, pushing himself off the couch with a groan. He began to stretch out his limbs, pushing activity back into them after several hours of sleep. "Well, standing around here won't do us anything. I say we all get out there and do something," the half-blood declared, then popped his neck.
"All of us?" Jak piped up, clearly doubtful of his ally's intentions, "I don't think I want to hang out with that guy." He pointed to Deadpool, as if the merc were not in this conversation and were also being regarded as a thing instead of a person.
In response, said merc stepped over and threw a chummy arm around the Eco warrior. "Aw, come on, Jak- you met Dante in a fight, didn't you? Just because we've been fighting a lot doesn't mean we can't be friends!"
Jak gave Deadpool the most displeased glare he could manage without exploding outright. "You punched me in the dick."
"Yes I did, but if it makes you feel better, you have a pretty big dick-"
The crude conversation was interrupted by a shrill whistle, the two looking over to see Dante removing two fingers from his clenched lips. With a gloved hand, the hunter pushed open the front door into the pattering evening rain. "Come on, you two. Let's put a lid on the gayness for now and start moving."
"It's not gay if you say 'no homo'!" Deadpool called back, dragging Jak to his feet with the arm around his shoulders. The Eco warrior threw off the mercenary's polity, preferring to stand on his own two feet- and to also avoid contact with the swath of cancer hidden underneath that layer of fabric. Deadpool humored him for a moment, before leaning back in and whispering, "By the way, no homo."
"Shut up," came Mar's only reply as they followed Tony Redgrave out the door.
Tony Redgrave snapped awake, registering the foul nickname. How long had he been out? Last thing the redcoat recalled, he merely flopped down on the lobby couch for a power nap.
"Oh, good, that got you up-" The smarmy mercenary straightened up from where he had been whispering into Tony's ear. "I was going to try the old hand-in-warm-water trick if you didn't."
Tony's eyes narrowed at Deadpool, and decided that he didn't want to know what else had been attempted during his rest. Then he realized the anti-hero also was wearing his signature crimson longcoat and a mop head over his full-body costume. At that point, Tony suddenly really wanted to know. "What time is it?" The devil hunter asked aloud, "And why are you wearing my coat?"
"After six PM. You missed some bat-guy and a lightning god drop in," Jak announced, sitting on the opposite couch. The forgotten prince was fiddling with his weapon and very desperately trying not to have a fit of frustration. "Oh, and he's been taking pictures of himself with your coat for the past hour."
"Excuse you, they're called 'selfies'," Deadpool retorted, his tone phasing into that of a rebellious teenager. "You just don't understand- this isn't a phase, it's who I am-!"
"That's enough," Redgrave sat up, putting a stop to the mockery by yanking off the the mop wig. He was concerned with the other thing Jak mentioned, however- That Batman and the god had teamed up. Such an alliance could be troubling to deal with, considering their apparent strength. If the devil hunter ever met the two outside of a safe house, he couldn't be sure they might not turn on him to eliminate potential competition.
"Now, I know what you're thinking, Dante-"
"Where the hell did you learn that name?" The Son of Sparda shot a furious glare towards Deadpool, curious as to just what other 'facts' the mouthy merc drudged up. "And give me back my coat, seriously."
The mock Avenger huffed, slipping off half of the garment before Dante tore it away by the other half. "Don't worry about that," Deadpool waved off the upset redcoat, flapping his free hand like a sassy lady. "The point is, you want to go after Enel, right? The funky lightning god?"
"I wouldn't use 'funky' to describe him," Redrgave replied as he shoved his arms into the sleeves. "But maybe. Why bring it up?"
"Well, he called you an edgelord too, and all. I just thought you'd take offense to that, you know?" The mercenary shrugged. Jak turned away, scoffing at the hypocracy. Tony flopped back onto the cushions and remained similarly stunned for a moment, before mustering the gall to speak again.
"...Which is why you woke we up by calling me a-"
"I'm just trying to tell you-" The cancerous warrior interjected, "-that Enel over there's got an Artifact. Which might make your decision into either the best one or the worst." he shrugged again, hands out disarmingly. "I mean, the last thunder god I met was completely different, so who knows?"
There stood an awkward moment of silence. The devil hunter stared into the features on Deadpool's mask where eyes would be. He turned and looked over to Jak, and then they locked gazes for a moment. One could practically hear the mental gears turning in the abnormal quiet of the re-purposed office lobby.
At last, Dante stood up, pushing himself off the couch with a groan. He began to stretch out his limbs, pushing activity back into them after several hours of sleep. "Well, standing around here won't do us anything. I say we all get out there and do something," the half-blood declared, then popped his neck.
"All of us?" Jak piped up, clearly doubtful of his ally's intentions, "I don't think I want to hang out with that guy." He pointed to Deadpool, as if the merc were not in this conversation and were also being regarded as a thing instead of a person.
In response, said merc stepped over and threw a chummy arm around the Eco warrior. "Aw, come on, Jak- you met Dante in a fight, didn't you? Just because we've been fighting a lot doesn't mean we can't be friends!"
Jak gave Deadpool the most displeased glare he could manage without exploding outright. "You punched me in the dick."
"Yes I did, but if it makes you feel better, you have a pretty big dick-"
The crude conversation was interrupted by a shrill whistle, the two looking over to see Dante removing two fingers from his clenched lips. With a gloved hand, the hunter pushed open the front door into the pattering evening rain. "Come on, you two. Let's put a lid on the gayness for now and start moving."
"It's not gay if you say 'no homo'!" Deadpool called back, dragging Jak to his feet with the arm around his shoulders. The Eco warrior threw off the mercenary's polity, preferring to stand on his own two feet- and to also avoid contact with the swath of cancer hidden underneath that layer of fabric. Deadpool humored him for a moment, before leaning back in and whispering, "By the way, no homo."
"Shut up," came Mar's only reply as they followed Tony Redgrave out the door.
Quote:Dante, Jak, and Deadpool are all teamed up and moving from Safehouse C to C21. Not getting involved with the fight in progress.