Zone D -- The Foam

[Deadpool]

Jak sat on the log fiddling with their new item until the sun had reached its peak, stretching light over the entire island.

"Done playing with yourself?"  Deadpool asked. He was smirking.

The eco warrior glanced up at him; a green brow furrowed above his gogglers, which were now enclosing his eyes. "I'm trying to figure out what other pieces this thing takes."

"Well, do it some other time," Deadpool replied. "We shouldn't sit on our hands. Plus--" he held up his tablet "--while you've been staring at that thing with the dazzlement of an aboriginal looking at phone, Sugar Daddy Karl dropped a couple more items for his sugar babies."

The mention of an item reeled in the eco warrior's attention. "Where?" he inquired.

"There's the single-minded Jak I've grown to slightly like more than I did previously." The mercenary smiled, and pointed a finger in the direction he saw the pulsing dot on his map app. That way; not far. If we leave soon, we can get there before evening--whichever evening you want to go by."

Grabbing his bag and blaster, Jak raised from the log. "Let's get it," he said with a mixture of determination and confidence.

"Before we go," Deadpool said, "I need the new item from you."

Jak glared at the mercenary like a rich man would a beggar.

"If I were to get culled again into the colosseum, you'd be all alone," he said. "And given the ass-whipping I gave you, you wouldn't be able to fend of a strong group."

The mercenary knew Jak understood him. They had both entered numerous Dante's Abyss, and were not ignorant--every one of Karl's events eventually transformed into organized teamed Slaughterball.

Reluctantly, Jak handed Deadpool the item.

Jakpool moving from D4 to D3