looks like starting tomorrow, I’m gonna be in New York until the 25th. So, I’m gonna be pretty minimally active. But fear not poolios! I shall be back, fully, September 26th!
I would like it to be noted that Deadpool paused mid-fight to stare and admire some other dude’s junk
I wasn’t ADMIRING, I just happened to notice.
"Trevor… it’s never easy… But you were off playing mandarin. HOW CAN I BRING A CHILD INTO THE WORLD WHEN THEIR FATHER’S PRETENDING TO BE A TERRORIST?!"
A meeting with the “Mercenary With A Mouth”
The pistol was pressed against her head and she could feel it’s cold metal against her scalp.She raised her hands and got up slowly. Her body began to heat up and her legs where numb.
Camilla tried not to show any apparent threats. She glanced at his wounds.Did his wounds just heal? She could have sworn that he had a couple of visible cuts or was it her mind playing tricks on her?Camillas eyes went back to his hidden face.
"Pardon me…I was about to flip you over to check what state you were in but your katanas were in the way." A lump sunk to the bottom of her stomach. Attempt to humanize with him was the reasonable choice she could do now in hope for to strike at the right moment.
"Sacre bleu!" The man in red said, "Parle vous Anglais!" He looked off to the side for a second before slapping himself with the hand not holding the weapon. "Holy crap!" He began again, "You speak English! I haven’t been able to find many English speakers around here, they’re all french, it’s like we’re in Quebec or something" The eccentric man put the gun away and completely dropped his guard.
"Anyway, good question. What state am I in?" He looked himself over. "F&@$… Now I’m gonna need to patch up another suit. All limbs still attached…" He poked at his mid section a bit. "All internals still….. internal. OOOO a new bullet lodged in my small intestine!" He looked back at Camilla, "Gonna be a bitch passing THAT kidney stone."
He seemed to finish and put his hand out to shake, “Name’s Peter. Peter Stark.”