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Tweak says, "I bet he don't do it like me."

theatriclizard (theatriclizard) wrote in athinblackline,
@ 2009-05-24 13:23:00

Entry tags:

anole, deadpool

Who: Anole, Deadpool, TOA?
When: Sunday morning after breakfast
Where: Wade's cell in Blue
What: Vic decides to meet the crazy newcomer who caused an island uproar

Vic had not seen the fight on Saturday, the uproarious death match where a newbie Blue Blocker had killed a notorious Red and cost several island regulars a decent sized fortune. What was even more interesting, the green man had overheard that the Blue Blocker had been... happy, silly, not drunk on blood lust or the like. It was confusing and interesting and curiosity may have killed the cat, but Vic was a lizard, so he gave in to his urge to go snooping. Snatching up a few peanut butter chocolates from his pail of 'friend bait,' Vic started toward Blue, whistling to himself and juggling the candies with ease as he walked, when one got away from him, he snapped out his tongue to snatch the candy back into his arm's reach.

Soon he was outside the door of the now infamous Blue Blocker and knocked quietly on the door frame. "Hey, I heard there was something of a celebrity here. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd want some chocolate. It's the food of the gods in this place," he added with a warm grin. Victor was a social creature and had long kept candy around as a way to bribe other islanders into coming and hanging out. He was rather hoping that what he had heard about this individual's attitude was correct and he could perhaps find someone as outgoing and friendly as he to hang out with. He was rather sure Mason could use some time to his gloomy self, away from Vic's ever sunny disposition.

"You know, I usually tell new arrivals to keep their heads down, do just enough to show that you can make money and just little enough to keep from getting too much attention. Looks like that advice is already out the window," he offered with a playful smile, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. Let's see how this guy reacted.

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mercenary_wade
2009-05-24 04:20 pm UTC (link)

Oh God. Did that guy just flick his tongue at him? He told himself not to be alarmed... then started wondering if there was a woman around here with a tongue like that. Smirking to himself for a moment he then returned his gaze to the other, watching as he tapped his collar and Wade's hand subconsciously goes to touch his own. Then he remembered that horrible, paralyzing shock it emitted. "Guess there's no way to get these puppies off, huh?"

An island in the Atlantic? He wondered how far from any other land mass. He wondered if anyone had tried to escape before, and survived. Then, he started to wonder if this was the place where the geneticist managed to get smuggled Mutant DNA from. But that didn't make him a mutant... did it?

"I don't... really know why I'm here." He told the lizard man with some honesty. "I'm not a Mutant. At least... I don't think I am. I didn't use any special ability to kill that man-thing, just koshijutsu. It's a form of ancient Japanese hand to hand combat, targeting vital spots like the jugular, or the bundle of nerves under someone's arm. Its not a mutation. It's just Japanese."

Black, that's the color collar he wanted. Big man on campus. Big, bad Wade. Oh yeah. That's what he wanted. But only if that got him babes... of the non-mutant origin. Unless it was a mutant who could make two of herself. Alright. Twins. He could deal with that, and very happily. Once the Deadpool now the 'kills you six times before you hit the ground'...pool? He shook his head; he had to stop doing that, letting his mind wander off into his own little fantasy world.

"I killed a Red? I guess that's pretty sweet then, right? I mean. Whoever put a joke bet in on me is probably a millionaire by now. All I have to deal with is this cut on my face, my broken wrist and broken rib. I'm just lucky I was faster than the bumbling idiot. I thought he was done for when I dislocated his shoulder... like they'd just call it or whatever, but when you guys say Death Match... I guess you really mean Death Match. Does everyone start like that? In a Death Match, I mean." Or was he lucky? He didn't consider having to start off in a Death Match much luck.

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theatriclizard
2009-05-24 05:01 pm UTC (link)

"I've heard of a few getting them off, two who had owners take them off and the third, well... he's not among the living anymore." He shrugged, not about to try and fight his own off. It had been a part of him for as long as he could remember so it hardly bothered him anymore. "You're here because someone thinks you should be," he said with a small shrug. "I'm just an inmate, I don't know all the details."

"Yes, you've already got a reputation for taking out a Red," he nodded. "That and being so jolly after the fight, that's not entirely common," he grinned. "Usually Blues are started out easy, you either pissed someone off or managed to make yourself seem pretty worthless. Or you're just lucky," he offered with a chuckle.

"So you were... in the army?" He asked and titled his head back, trying to remember. "Every country had an army, but you don't have an accent... US?" He had such a hard time remembering the world outside Revolve. To him it was as strange as the talk of Yellow and Red was to Wade. It was an entire world, culture and language he only knew about second-hand. He lifted one scaled brow at one comment, tilting his head to one side. "Well if you're worried about a cut that mild, you're in for a lot of shock here," he announced. Yeah there was a cut, but it was scabbed up and not terribly bad, he was rather shocked someone who could perform like that was grumbling over a cut that minor.

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mercenary_wade
2009-05-24 05:29 pm UTC (link)

He laughed a little. "Maybe not everyone on the island are killers. I am. I'm used to it. I was 'jolly', as you say, because I didn't die. I've been through way too much shit to die for someone else's amusement. I'm only..." He paused, and then made a face. "Well I-- don't even know what year it is, but I've got to be... at least thirty two by now. I don't even know the month." He chuckled a little more. That was the craziest thing. He couldn't keep track during his captivity with the geneticist; often he'd black out and wake up days (weeks?) later then he or the geneticist intended.

He looked up at the other when he suggested he might have pissed someone off to deserve being here. "I'm a mercenary. I kill people for a living. Got to have pissed someone off here, there or down the line." His jaw set a little. "Not worthless." He replied, his voice getting almost a low growl to it, but as fast as it comes, it goes again. "I've never had much luck in my life before."

He nodded to the others question. "Yes, US army. Lied about my age when I was seventeen to get in, but I only lasted a year. I'm not... really good with other people telling me what to do. I got some money for keeping my mouth shut, got myself out by producing proper ID I hadn't forged, they paid me off not to tell anyone. Not that I had anyone to tell. But I took the money and went to Japan. Just a place I wanted to see, and ended up there quite a few times, learning what I know now."

He gave a surprised look to the green man when he mentioned the cut, bringing his hand up to examine it. "Guard said that'd been to the bone..." And he didn't even feel any stitches. "I don't think it was a cut that mild." He paused again in contemplation. "Oh. Great. I probably passed out for a couple of days then, right? That's why it healed." That made sense, didn't it?

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theatriclizard
2009-05-24 05:39 pm UTC (link)

"Not all of us are, those of us in lower blocks are not usually killers, the killers rise up quickly," he said softly. There was a sadness in his eyes, he obviously remembering some memory, but he did not offer an explanation. He shifted to a more comfortable position, watching the new arrival. Seemed he was already prepared to excel in the pits, Vic quietly hoped that he'd not have to find himself in the pits with this one.

"You realize half of what you just said was Greek to me, right?" He gave a soft, awkward chuckle, shaking his head as he held up both green hands. Lying about his age? ID? Victor was unfamiliar with these things, then again, lying about your age here did not matter. The only time age really mattered was when you were 13 and moved into the Blocks, and Revolve had records on all that, so lying was pointless. "But it's an interesting story," he added brightly. Vic did like stories, tales of the outside world, it fascinated him almost to the same level that Shakespeare did.

"If you've lost a couple days then I have, too," he offered with a grin. "And I didn't think Mason went at me that hard last night," he murmured that last bit to himself, humor in his eyes. "It's Sunday, last I checked, and you fought yesterday. You must have some kind of healing factor," he suggested. "Mine apparently only works when I lose an arm." He gave an impish grin and held out his over sized, armored arm as an example. "Not that I'm not grateful to have it, but it would've been nice to know about before I lost the thing."

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mercenary_wade
2009-05-24 06:01 pm UTC (link)

"Healing factor?" he asked, and then it seemed to dawn on him a little. The remission; how he had lived past the six months he was given from his doctor, well into a year, and then even beyond that, even though for a good portion of that time he had been horribly disfigured. Well, he obviously didn't heal that fast because his wrist and ribs still ached pretty badly. But that was bone, and not skin... he was over-thinking this.

"I don't... speak Greek." He replied, and then laughed. "Oh, sorry I-- just assume things, I suppose. You have to be eighteen to join the army, and in some reserves, twenty one. It all depends what they want from you, I guess. But I was seventeen... probably drunk when I decided to join up. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Did someone cut off your arm or something in a battle?" Did that mean they could have weapons? Wade hoped so, because up against some of the people he was sure existed here, Wade was going to need more than just something that allowed him to heal a little more quickly than usual. He wished he knew where his katanas were, that his Master had given him so long ago. He wished he never gave them over to that geneticist. He probably sold them.

Cocking his head to the side a little he looked up at the other again. "So other than being..." He bit his lip a little. "Well you know. Being green and having a bad case of scaly skin, what are your abilities? I assume... you have abilities, that is? Are you... human? Lizard?" He held his hands up in his defense. He didn't want to piss too many people off here too soon. "I mean, its all curiosity I've never heard of mutants really, or seen them..."

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theatriclizard
2009-05-24 06:18 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, some have the ability to heal faster than the normals," he explained easily. "Greek... It was Greek to me... I like the classics," he tried to explain, waving his statement aside. Vic was entirely used to not being understood, most of the Revolve Babies, as they were called, could not read, much less quote the classics. Vic was a freak in many more ways than one.

"Oh, I see!" He returned brightly, genuine interest in his eyes. "I didn't know about that, here the fighting age is thirteen." He said it so casually, it was so much a part of his life, his culture, that the idea of forcing children so young to fight for their very lives was not shocking in the least. It had happened with Vic, with all those he had grown up with.

"Yeah, this guy, he had these weird... illusioned? swords, I'm not sure. I don't understand a lot of these powers," he frowned, waving the thought away. "I thought I was doomed to bleed to death and the next thing I knew, I had this monstrosity. It's not much to look at but..." he gave a small grin and turned, closing his hand around the desk and lifting it up without any effort at all. "It has its advantages. The rest of me's fairly weak." He carefully put the desk back down and returned to leaning against it.

"If we're human or not is a topic of debate here," he chuckled, shrugging. Yes he was back to using 'we,' like it or not, understand it or not, Wade was now firmly counted among their numbers. "The opinion generally leans toward the 'not,' we're usually lucky if our owners think of us as having the rights of animals." Once again, he seemed so casual discussing all this. "I've got the tongue thing," he offered, again flicking his tongue out, it shooting clear across the room before retracting.

"And I've got this thing going on," he added, stepping closer to the wall and putting a hand to it. His hand seemed to ripple once, and the next moment, it was gone, vanished to the wrist, perfectly mimicking the color and texture of the wall. At the wrist there was an odd intermediate area where the green mixed in places with the camouflaged scales. "Comes in handy when playing hide and seek," he grinned.

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