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

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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 08:05 pm UTC (link)

"I'll like him? That's like telling me you're going to strip me naked, cover me in honey and let bees go after me. That's how much I like people who scream in my ears. Really." He quipped, smiling though and showing he was just joking so Vic didn't think he was some sort of psychopath. Even though he more or less really was.

Wade's teeth ground together when the other came into his room and shouted the last word in the sentence, making his already sore head throb just a little bit more. "Oh, right, and I'm not an asshole, I'm just American." He snapped at the other, then silenced as he listened to the other two talking.

What kind of game had you killing whores and taking their money? Was that something he could do on this island? Wade, having been in something of a closet for the past two years without so much as a newspaper to read had no idea what video games were out, and thanks to him being poor and too busy for it all of his life, he'd never played a video game either. He probably wouldn't even know how to keep the correct hand and eye coordination.

Wade sat up a little more straight when the other looked at him and gave him that smug little look. Was there a rule about fighting when you weren't in those arenas? Because Wade was thinking about it. "Clearly you, unlike Vic here, have not heard about what kind of new person I am." Somewhat of a celebrity, he thought, Big bad Wade. That was him. The Dead Pool. Looking at the small Asian man a smirk comes across his face and in fluent, perfect Japanese he says; "Konnichiwa. Watashi no namae wa Wade Wilson desu. O-genki desu ka?" both saying hello, introducing himself, and asking how Mao was, and then giving the other another cocky smirk.

[If he speaks anymore languages I'll probably just put it in English in italics. I just wanted to have fun with that. lol]

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theatriclizard
2009-05-24 09:02 pm UTC (link)

Victor winced slightly, stuck between the shouting match between the two, he shaking his head. He was going to have a headache here very shortly, he was very sure. Asian, American, what did that leave Vic? Revolvian? Lizardian? "Hey," he offered Mao with a playful grin. "I could have introduced you as 'Shortie.'" See? Things could always be worse.

He found himself stepping back to let the other two talk, one scaled brow lifting as Wade spoke about himself. "Big man won a death match," Vic explained for Mao's benefit. Was it a bit of a jab at Wade's pride? Well yes, but it was also necessary to Vic's mind. Getting too cocky too quickly resulted in an early death. It was true in the outside world, it was dangerously true at Revolve.

"Thanks, Mao," Victor smiled as he took the game, blinking at the other's babbling. "I'm not sure what the Vespa is, but I like all the games," he chuckled. "Glad you had fun with it, I've been playing other stuff. I have enough to keep me busy, and Mason likes the fighting games more, anyway. And then... then Wade started talking, some kind of babble that Vic could not even begin to understand. He blinked quickly, looking to Mao, then back to Wade, a look of near panic on his features. Was he possessed? Was he speaking in some kind club code that Vic was not in on??

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fuckingcatboy
2009-05-25 05:33 am UTC (link)

Mao let out a short laugh, giving the new guy a look.

"But don't 'asshole' and 'American' go hand in hand?" For all of Mao's big talk about being Japanese, he had never actually lived there. He grew up in the United States, zigzagging between random New England states and California with his mother, who could never stay in one place. He had always meant to visit Japan, just to check it out, but it seemed he was going to have to win his ass out of Revolve first if he wanted to visit now.

Vic got a 'You'll pay for that!' glare when he said he could have called him Shortie. Grr. So the 'fresh meat' killed some one? Mao tried to remember if he'd seen the match, he probably did, he usually watched as many fights as he could. Unfortunately he was having trouble recognizing the man being close up like this.

"Yeah? I broke this guy's neck one time, like, I did this flying kick, right? Twisted his head around just like The Exorcist!" He gave a little dismissive gesture with his hand. "Died, obviously." Unlike Vic, and well, many of the mutants here, Mao didn't have much of a conscience when it came to fights. Clearly the boy was too desensitized by all those violent video games and movies. And, you know, from living here for two years.

Mao blinked as the made started speaking Japanese, then that madman grin game right back. Mao could ramble on in Japanese just as fast as he could in English.

"You can speak Japanese? Cool! Hey, I was talking to Vic's boyfriend a few days ago and he wouldn't tell me what Vic actually does with his tongue. I bet it's totally nasty. Do you think I should ask? I think I should ask." He glanced at the green man and laughed at his confused expression. "Ha, look at his face!"

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mercenary_wade
2009-05-25 10:41 am UTC (link)

Okay, so maybe the short stuff wasn't so bad. Hearing Japanese brought him back to the place that'd stolen his heart. The land that bred Wade as he was; the violent mercenary with the twin katanas. He vaguely wondered if his Master was still alive; he'd easily be in his seventies now. Maybe he was a mutant, too. The things he did were extraordinary. It was something he was really going to have to think about once everyone had left his room.

"I speak Japanese, English, French, Spanish, Russian, German and Italian." He replied with a shrug, like it was nothing. Wade picked up languages like he was a giant sponge, taking everything in. "I don't think you should ask, I'm a little creeped out by it just looking at it, I don't want to know what he can do with it." He laughed, then faked a little bit of a shudder. "I bet he thinks I got punched in the head too hard."

He looked to Vic with a small smile, "It's called Japanese. I learned to speak it when I was training with my Samurai Master in Northern Japan." He told the other with a slight nod. "A lot of different countries of the world have different languages. There's approximately 5,000 to 6,000 different kinds of languages in the world; like right now, we're speaking English. Mao and I can also speak Japanese. I also speak five other basic languages, and that's called being omni-lingual." He never knew he would, but he did kind of like telling Vic about life outside these walls.

Wade should have felt threatened by the other men in the room; Mao and Vic both had higher block colors, and even though they were both being nice now, he knew that when it came down to it, winning or losing, it'd be a complete turn around. Maybe this was the reason his boss told him never to make friends. "Never know who you're gonna hafta kill, Wilson." he'd tell him and he bit his lip a little, curiosity finally getting to him.

"Have you two ever fought in the same arena? They're not... going to make me kill anyone else, are they? Did either of you know that red blocker I killed?" Then, he started to panic, not really knowing why. They did lock everyone up at night, right? So no one could come into the block in a blind rage and murder another player in their sleep, right? Oh God. He was never going to sleep again!

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theatriclizard
2009-05-25 12:04 pm UTC (link)

Vic only chuckled to Mao as he glared and then prattled happily on about his kills. Anole and Mao basically proved the nature vs nurture idea, Vic had been on the island all his life and still had one hell of a conscious where as the hyper one had been here two years and was nearing the level of killing machine. So far as Revolve was concerned, Victor was something of a failure, oddly enough.

Oh God, now Mao was chattering on in this odd way too? Vic was, indeed, looking rather panicked. His mind strained to pick up familiar words as the two talked, he did pick up his name, and "English," he thought he might have heard something else but.. what was this? He turned his face from one to the other, brow knitted up as he tried to find some way to make sense of it all... a magical decoder ring? He found himself glancing at each of their hands to see if either of them wore any magic ring. None. Dang it.

Anole relaxed a bit as Wade began to explain to him, curiosity replacing the confusion in his eyes. That many languages? He knew that some people had come in with strange accents, or speaking other languages so communicating was difficult, but people could speak two? Or... Wade could speak five? He found his jaw hanging slightly open in surprise. Sounded to him like life on the outside was terribly complex.

He forced his mind to start working again as questions began to again pour from Wade, licking his green lips to try and focus. "I've never had to fight Hyper," Vic said softly, and looked grateful about that fact. "But I've had to fight other friends before. And yeah... if killed already... they're probably going to try and fast track you to Red. What do you think?" He asked Mao, trying to decide what he thought Revolve would do. The guy was able and had killed right out of the box, Vic had a sinking concern that they were simply going to throw him into fight after fight until he had a solid money making reputation, and that generally involved much killing. "I only knew of the guy," Victor added, making a face. "Typical Red." The way he said it, being a 'typical Red' was not a good thing at all.

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fuckingcatboy
2009-05-25 03:40 pm UTC (link)

Mao's grin seemed to shift to something more natural, a little less mania, a little more genuine happiness. He had a feeling he might be able to win this guy over, it was so hard to find people who tolerated him. He figured people also didn't like the fact he was so young and small but could still kick their asses in less than a minute.

"At least you have an excuse! I'm pretty sure my power makes me borderline retarded, besides that, I love it." Mao was referring to his shitty memory, which Wade would likely find out about soon enough. The boy was also a bit suspicious that his hyper-ness was a side effect of his power, but couldn't be sure. He didn't really mind being jazzied up all the time, it was fun, it was other people who had the problem.

Mao quirked a brow as Wade turned into an encyclopedia, spouting random information about languages and everything. He spread his hands and moved them in a slow circle, turning to Vic before echoing the newcomer, "Omniii-liiingual..." He said the word slowly, but cheerily, like a kindergarten teacher bringing up a new word to the class. It was unclear if Mao was making fun of Wade, or Vic. Likely it was both, Wade for using big words, Vic for not knowing them. There was no menace in it though, just silliness.

"Dude, I'd kick Vickie's ass if we fought, and he knows it." Mao lifted his chin, chest puffed out with pride. He absolutely loved being better than other people in the arena, it made up for feeling like he had gotten the short end of the stick everywhere else.

He nodded to Vic's question. "Yeah, if you're as bad ass as people are saying, they'll try to zoom you into Red. Don't do it though because then you can't do SHIT. They have guards follow you every second. You can't even sneeze without them shitting themselves and triggering your collar." As much as Mao wanted to be top dog, he didn't want to lose all his privileges. It was quite the conundrum.

"And my fight name isn't 'Hyper'. Its 'Maneshi'. I wanted 'Copy Cat' but some other asshole is already using it."

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mercenary_wade
2009-05-25 05:42 pm UTC (link)

He bit his lip a little more as he listened to the others making a face when he tasted blood and touched his lip, realizing he'd chewed on it enough to make it bleed. He made a noise and frowned again, looking up at the two for a moment.

"I can't be alone with myself." He admitted, almost surprised as fast as he said it, wishing that now he could take it back. If that didn't make him sound like a complete deranged lunatic, he didn't know what did. Embarrassed, he tried to correct himself. "I-I mean. No one can be alone with themselves like that, though. If they're seasoned killers, what's worse then locking them up and letting them fester alone?" He shook his head a little. "Bad management, if you ask me, but I'm sure they didn't bring me here for my opinion. I still don't know why I'm here." He looked up at Mao for a moment. "I don't have abilities." He told him with a slight nod. "Do you have abilities? Other than being short? That's not an ability." He joked, smiling a little.

"I'm not... 'bad ass'. They were going to kill me. I don't want to die. No one does. Just because I don't have a family to go home to or anything doesn't mean I deserve to die." He sighed a little, giving a shrug of his shoulders. He didn't understand this place, these people, or even the mutants, no matter how nice they were.

"I was a killer before I came here." He told them, "A mercenary. A killer for hire. Like an assassin, but the border doesn't stop me. I'll kill anyone, any nationality, for the right amount of money." He stopped and paused for a moment. "All my life I've been told I wasn't good enough. Not from my father, not from my boss... killing was all I was good at. And here, its no different, you know? I'm still a killer. Still a monster. I'm no better here then I was back in the United States, I did what I have to do in order to survive. Maybe I belong here. I don't know." He didn't realize how much of a downer he was being until he was done talking. He forced a laugh and shook his head. "But its about here and now, right boys?" He smiled a bit. "So, you guys are like... friends, right?" He'd never had a friend, never cared for one, not until getting here and realizing how alone he was.

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theatriclizard
2009-05-25 06:02 pm UTC (link)

Victor was soaking up Wade's information like a sponge, but he could not help but crack a chuckle at Mao's little display about omni-lingual, the kid was such a ham. He frowned and titled his head to one side. "But can't you only be omni-lingual if you know every language?" he suddenly asked, Mao's display giving him time to more fully dissect the word.

He lifted one scaled brow at Mao's talking smack, he suddenly tossed the game case in the air, turned his head and flicked his tongue out. His tongue tip hit the game case, stuck to it and flung the case toward Mao's head. If the youth did not duck or zig zag or do any of the crazy stunts he was capable of, it would smack him square in the side of the face, and return the game case back to Vic's grinning grasp in a matter of seconds. "Quiet, Shrimp, or I'll stop loaning you my games," he threatened with a chuckle. It was both in response to the kick his ass comment and Hyper not being his fighter name. Fine, he didn't like Hyper? Shrimp would do. He was going to get his green butt beat, wasn't he?

"I can't be alone either, I go crazy," he offered Wade. He had a feeling perhaps not quite as crazy as Wade, he had a guess, but still, he needed someone. usually it was Mason but... His mood and eyes suddenly dropped to the floor. Where the hell was Mason? He hadn't seen the man in over a day, and he got the distinct feeling he was being avoided. That... hurt. Quite a lot. He realized his sudden mood swing and immediately tried to recover, forcing a small, strained smile to his lips as he lifted his face again.

"We're all killers here," he offered softly, the smile not reaching his eyes. "Well, most of us, anyone out of Blue for sure. It's what they want from us, what we have to do to live here. I can't tell you what you do or don't deserve but... you're in good company?" he offered, that bright optimism that had been shining from him suddenly quite dulled, despite his best efforts. He shifted to lean an elbow on the shorter's shoulder, his smile coming a little more easily then. "Well, I don't know about friends, but I put up with the runt," he teased softly, flashing Mao a smile. He did like the kid... he just needed him to stay away from Mason for a while... that was not going to be a fun conversation.

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fuckingcatboy
2009-05-25 07:08 pm UTC (link)

Mao puffed his cheeks out at Wade suggesting 'shortness' was his ability.

"'Course I got abilities! Like...know that song..? Anything you can do, I can do better, anything you can do, I can do best! Yeah, that's me, pretty much! I see it, I do it. Just none of that fancy stuff like eye lasers or lightning breath or whatever them young punks are coming in with these days." Mao's description was probably vague, but it made sense to him.

The boy flapped a hand at the newcomer and his sudden bout of angst and moral whatever you call it. "Oh, shut up. Always call yourself bad ass. You gotta be bad ass, or else you aren't going to get anywhere. Look at me! I'm like two feet tall and weight like five pounds! I have to be aggressive or I'm done. Besides, you only gotta kill people when they don't give you a choice. Though, sometimes you have accidents." He shrugged. "I've had a few accidents."

Out of nowhere Vic went crazy with the tongue stuff. Mao's ninja worthy reflexes saved him from being beaned in the head, the boy dropped backwards. Only his upper body. His spine curved as easily as a wet noodle, his hands and feet flat on the floor at the same time.

"Watch where you're flinging that thing!" With a push against the floor he was upright again, his huffing being swiftly replaced by a devious grin. "I don't want you touching me with it, who knows where its been! Lickin' vampire ass!" After that little outburst he erupted in childish laughter, springing out from under Vic's friendly leaning and out of arm's reach, trying to get behind Wade enough to use him as a shield if he had to.

"Yeah, I think me and Vickie are like.." He made quote fingers in the air as he answered the question. " 'Buddies' " Mao paused for a second, brows furrowed, a certain seriousness flitting briefly across his face. "I don't think I got any friends. People are jerks."

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mercenary_wade
2009-05-25 07:32 pm UTC (link)

He smiled a little watching the two interact, watching Mao as he climbed behind him to use as a shield. "Only one place I want some tongue and it ain't yours." he joked, teasing Vic a little bit. "Wish I had that kind of crazy flexibility." He told Mao; he was always limber but his built upper body didn't allow him to stretch like Mao had so easily done. And he began to think about it; that song that he sang. So if Wade showed him how to do the Palm of Death to someone's sternum, Mao could replicate and execute it? Would it be in the same force?

"If your abilities are anything that I'm thinking they are, I think you'd make a good training partner. You know. If I could keep your attention for more than twenty seconds, Shrimp." Yeah, shrimp, he liked that nickname too. Better than Hyper, though both of them were true. "I'll call you Ebi, Mao. Means Shrimp. You can call me Asshole American or something if you want." He shrugged. "Never one for politics, me, unless I was shish-kobobing them with my katanas. Politician assassinations paid lots of money. I'm guessing I don't get any cash for being here, huh? Like a... gladiator prison."

Wade gestured to the case that Vic had been holding. "That a game?" He asked, cocking his head to the side a bit. "Never played any kind of games before, always too damn poor for TV or all those game consoles and stuff so I don't even know what's out. They... make a game where you kill hookers?" he laughed, "Or is Mao just making that up again?"

He paused for a moment, looking behind him to make sure Mao wasn't doing anything before looking up at Vic again. "I can tell you I should have died in that arena and that I don't deserve to be here, but, that's my opinion, right? I am in good company. But don't come to my room in the middle of the night and try to kill me or I'll scream 'I don't want to die in my jammies!' in a high pitched girl voice and draw all kinds of attention to me before anyone gets to kill me. I'm a light sleeper." He joked.

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theatriclizard
2009-05-25 07:53 pm UTC (link)

A warm chuckle bubbled out of Vic's throat at Mao's explanation of his powers, grinning as he shifted backwards, crab-crawling his way most of the way up the wall and hanging there oh so easily, thanks to his abilities. "Do this better, Hyper," he teased quietly, sitting comfortably back against the wall. He completely forgot that he had not warned Wade about that particular ability of his, but it both let him show Mao up in a small way and put him out of the younger's reach, well, at least gave him a bit of warning that the boy was coming into reach.

"Don't be jealous, Mao," Vic teased, flicking his tongue out again before he chuckled, still hanging mid-way off the wall by his hands and feet. "And how do you know I'm the one licking ass?" Vic was occasionally comfortable enough to jokingly discuss his sex life, in a case such as this? he could not resist, Mao was always so animated and fun to freak out. He blinked as he listened to Wade, trying out the word "Ebi. Eeeebeeeee? Eb-ih." Oooh, fun word!

"Yeah, it's a game, Grand Theft Auto, all sorts of stuff you can do in it." He tossed the case to Wade to let him look it over. "Kill hookers, have sex with hookers, steal cars, kill cops... Apparently no... veespes?" It was his attempt at remembering the word "vespa," another entirely foreign concept to him. "I wouldn't want to be your friend anyway, Eeebeeeeh!" He said jokingly to Mao, a warmth in his eyes that said he was joking. Oh but... "But uh..." he murmured, looking mildly concerned. "If you could.. maybe... avoid Mason for a while. It would... well... be good for both of us." He sighed, looking down and rather guilty. He hated asking things like that, really did, but it had been over a day since he'd seen the man, he was getting worried. Very worried.

"Well, you're fun to be around so I'm glad you didn't die, for what it's wroth," Vic offered softly, shrugging away his downcast attitude. "And I may be a chameleon, but I don't think even I could slip from Yellow back here and into your cell undetected after lockdown. Maybe Mao could, but he couldn't keep his big moth shut long enough. He'd probably try to sing his own theme music on the way over," he offered.

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fuckingcatboy
2009-05-25 08:17 pm UTC (link)

Mao grinned, pleased his flexibility was complimented. "I got it from Cirque Du Soleil!" Seeing how unworldly the other two men where, they probably wouldn't have any idea what he was talking about. Again. Mao spent a lot of his time watching any and every example of what the human body could do, crazy French circuses were a good source of material!

"Training partner?" The boy's brows shot up, not expecting that kind of offer. Was it an offer? Maybe it was an offer. "Sure I can pay enough attention if its fun, I like fighting, its like, the best excuse to show off ever. So, okay. Training partners!" Mao wrinkled his nose at the announcement of his new nickname. What the fuck! The two of them were ganging on him.

"Why do you gotta rub it in? 'Ebi', bleh!" He went quiet (shocking, I know) for a second, canting his head first to one side, then the other. "Well, if you're gonna give me nicknames...How about me and you be friends too, okay? We can lord it over everyone else and be the cool kids." Mao thought this was a good idea. "Don't hate me if I forget your name, though, I really suck at that."

Of course Vic had to go and ruin the moment. Mao scowled, pouting in jealousy as the lizard man showed off all his crazy animal powers. "That's cheating!" He scrunched down lower beside Wade, not knowing if there was an attack coming now that Vic had gone camouflaged.

"Its pretty awesome." Mao jumped on the GTA discussion. "You play this gangster mob guy and commit crimes for the whole thing. Like, drivebys and everything." He gave Vic a confused look. "Did he complain about me? Whatta jerk! I was being nice to him! Tell him to shut the fuck up and wash his hair, he looks like a junkie!" Mao wasn't trying to piss Vic off with that little tirade, but he might have. Mao was rather...vocal when he suspected he was getting shit talked about him behind his back.

"Dude, I so need a theme song." He sighed. "It'd be Thriller, but I'm not a zombie."

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mercenary_wade
2009-05-25 08:46 pm UTC (link)

"Well as long as you're both sure I'm not about to die in my jammies. I guess I just don't have to piss off another blue blocker, huh? I doubt the guards will help, I told one of them I would kick his ass six ways to Sunday for calling this woman who healed me a bitch. Then he activated this collar thing and I felt like I had a massive seizure and thought I might keel over." He laughed a little and fooled with the collar a bit. It was certain he wasn't going to get it off, even though he'd tried.

"Cirque du Soleil?" he asked. "How do you learn flexibility from something called the Sun Circus? I didn't know you could watch pornos and pick up abilities from there. You must be a great bed partner." He teased the other, not really knowing what Cirque du Soleil was. Maybe if he'd had a TV, a couple quarters to buy a newspaper or looked up at billboards once and a while it'd make sense to him, but it didn't.

"Yeah, training partners. I won't hurt you or anything. I just need someone to keep me motivated and keep fit. A thousand sit ups with no encouragement is mighty boring." He nodded some, "But we're going to have to wait until my rib and wrist heal. It feels a little better than it did earlier but it still aches pretty bad." And he milled over the prospect of considering Mao a 'friend'. He hadn't really had friends in his time, more like guys who would buy an underaged Wade some alcohol and ended up killing his father in a bar fight.

"Be your friend? Sure, I guess. Do I have to, you know, do anything?" He asked, "If I don't have to do anything I'm in. And I don't need a nickname. I have a nickname. I'm the Deadpool. You don't have to remember my name though, Mao, no one takes the time to learn it. You can just say 'hey you' if you need to." He said with a shrug. "And when Vic camouflages himself, just throw dirt or something around. Or like... baby powder or some shit. That'll find him pretty quick. That's how I used to find invisible security laser beams at those politicians mansions."

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theatriclizard
2009-05-25 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Vic had no idea what Cirque Du Soleil was, so he had planned to keep quiet, until Wade spoke. Not knowing any better, Vic assumed that Wade, from the outside, knew just what it was, and burst out laughing, tossing his head back. "I knew it!" He laughed pointing down to Mao. "I knew you were a closet porn freak!" Oh Victor was amused. So very, very amused.

"...I'd love to tell Mason anything," he murmured, letting himself ripple and go visible again, his eyes dropping. "...if I could find him, that is," he murmured. He was quite down and not hiding it for a moment. He was just lost without his lover, and missed him like hell. He knew he was always happier with a lover around but he had no idea he'd get this miserable after a lousy twenty four hours without the surly jerk.

Wade's comment pulled him back to reality and caused a small smile to tug at his lips. He lashed his tongue out, aiming to smack Wade in the side of the head with it. "Hey, don't give the kid any ideas! I'm just a poor, defenseless little green lizard, I don't need hyper Japanz cat-boy there making up any plans." Japanese, Japanz, he could not remember the 'correct' name to save his life, so he had guessed. Mao had, at some point, told Vic what his name meant, though he highly doubted the younger remembered the conversation. Vic had known Mao long enough to not expect him to remember much of anything.

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