Characters: Deadpool, OTA Setting: On the roof of the pink house Wade hates so much. Summary: Wade's trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Rating/warnings: High. It's DEADPOOL, folks. Status: Open
"It'ssssssss raining blood.... hallelujah!" Wade sang, sitting atop the house in full costume, holding a pink (DAMN YOU APHRODITE) umbrella over his head to avoid being soaked in blood. He'd been there for about an hour now, mostly in silence, just trying to wrack his admittedly fractured brain for any ideas as to where they might be, how they all got here, or how the HELL to get back.
Mostly, he kept going back to two thoughts. First... what kind of danger, if any, were they in here? And second, who was responsible for this? He knew enough strange magic-users, everyone from Dr. Strange to Loki, who could potentially be behind something like this. Hell, maybe even that Aphrodite chick! Oh, sure... she was hotter than the fires of hell, but that didn't mean she was necessarily innocent!
He sighed, raising an eyebrow as he watched blood rain down from the sky.
"Man.... and all this time, I thought Slayer was full of shit."