Freedomtown IC

This can't be my afterlife.

I need this feeling to go away for the night. Male, female, a mix. I don't really care. Someone make me numb for a while. I get off at midnight.

( filtered to kenzi )

( filtered to wade wilson )

No, not that Doctor...

Should anyone require any medical attention (no matter how big or small it might seem), please feel free to come to the hospital and see me.

[Rose]

Hey.

[Bo]

You should teach me how to be fae. I wanna own what I am and stop pretending to be human.

Who: Dagny and Bo
What: Sister time.
Where: Java the Hutt
When: After Dagny's post
Warning: None
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What the hell just happened?

Who: Deadpool, OT all inside Knowhere
Where: Mar-vell Park
What: The badoon have broken through the outside of the space station, and are invading in an attempt to get the Reality Gem.
When: Immediately following this post


As Thanos dragged Six back to his ship, the remaining badoon troops that had been fighting in space quickly converged upon the damaged spot near the outer ventilation, and began to tear their way in.

Within minutes, the remnants of the platoon began to pour into Knowhere, the hold they'd made causing them to enter near the middle of Mar-Vell Park.

At least the heroes were ready.

Luke Cage, both the brains AND the brawn of this inner defense, had put together a team of powerful fighters, all eager to help, and to protect this surrogate home of theirs.

And then there was Deadpool.

("And then there's Maude!" - Deadpool)

(Shut up, Wade - Me)

To anyone who didn't really know him, Wade Wilson could come off as a joke. A total non-threat. A goofball who probably couldn't beat a puppy in a fight. But to those who DID know him? Or at least that knew of his reputation? They'd have been expecting exactly what everyone was seeing right here.

Wade Wilson: SUPERHUMAN DEATH MACHINE.

It was almost a thing of perverse beauty, seeing him in battle against the horde of badoon. As though someone managed to combine the agility and grace of Spider-Man with the fluid violence of Wolverine and the hardcore bloodlust of The Punisher, all in one person.

He twirled, leapt, and tumbled, all while wielding his twin katana blades. A whirling dervish of bloodshed, causing badoon arms, legs, and heads to leave the bodies they were attached to. All while he sang to himself. Loudly.

"I knew you were trouble when ya walked innnnnnn..."

Yeah. He was singing Taylor Swift. WHAT OF IT, HUH?

Okay. This might seem a little bit weird to ask, but I have to. And normally, I'm definitely not this awkward about it.

I need a sex partner. Or two. Or three. Really, numbers don't matter, I just need someone I can have casual, no strings attached sex with on a regular basis.

Why? See, where I'm from, I'm what you'd call a succubus. A branch of fae that feeds off of the sexual energy, or chi, if you will, of others. I need to do it to survive.

No regular humans need apply. Sorry, but that's just too messy, and I don't really want to kill anyone. But anyone supernatural, superhuman, whatever who can take it, sure.

And like I said, normally don't do this, but I prefer living.