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Wade Wilson (Deadpool) ([personal profile] ishotyouuu) wrote2012-04-27 11:27 am
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‶Yo. Callin' about business? pleasure? I'm flexible. Leave it at the tone."
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[personal profile] sidecars 2015-05-28 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
Is this how it's supposed to work?

[ The transmission starts abruptly, staring at a pristine floor and then pointing to a microwave. It's on. Definitely is it on. There's sparks in there to prove it, like someone stuck a bottle rocket inside and slammed the door shut. ]

It isn't, is it?
sidecars: (pulled no punches)

[personal profile] sidecars 2015-06-08 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
What are you even--? Just come here and fix this! Okay? All I want is to eat some soup!

[ Technically there were easier ways, but he already bought the soup back in Midas and he's not going to waste it just because he's been upgraded. He even had to go out and buy himself a "low grade" microwave in order to heat half the things he bought. DON'T JUDGE HIM!! ]
sidecars: (if I could only)

[personal profile] sidecars 2015-06-15 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bucky is quiet for a moment, either considering or hesitating. ]

I don't know anyone else from the twentieth century, alright?

[ Like that fucking Himura! He would rather cut his tongue out! ]

And no, I don't know what the hell you're sayin', but if I need to burn down this entire tower to make my point I will! [ HUFF HUFF HUFF!! ] So are you comin' or not??

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afflictive: (◦ serious ▻ you're not a burden)

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[personal profile] afflictive 2015-06-10 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fujimaru sounds a little like he wants to stab something, but—]

His name's Nicholai.

[It's probably obvious enough whom he's talking about. Friendly PSA from Fujimaru.]
afflictive: (◦ grim ▻ pat pat pat)

[personal profile] afflictive 2015-06-10 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a long pause as Fujimaru tries to figure out how to register the 'pal' part, before deciding to ignore it altogether.]

Nah. Don't know if he can even die, and he'd probably interpret it as me taking advantage of the new system and not even being able to do my own dirty work. It'd just blow his ego up even more.

[Considering the guy's response to Fujimaru tasing him a second time was smug satisfaction... Yeah. Fujimaru really doesn't need to give him more reasons to accuse Fujimaru of becoming as corrupt as him (again).]
afflictive: (◦ flat ▻ not now busy hacking)

[personal profile] afflictive 2015-06-10 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I didn't even know you were a mercenary until now, actually.

Anyway, I gave you his name so that you'll know if you meet him, not 'cause I wanted to put a hit on him. You're more than welcome to stab him if you run into him, but otherwise, I'll deal with him on my own.

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slushfund: it's no wonder every man in town had neither fought nor found you (ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ)


[personal profile] slushfund 2015-06-11 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
There has been a nasty case of bed bug infestation reported in Lhassa, Apartment 1D.
Please be advised, an attractive exterminator has since taken care of this lazy issue.


[opening the file, you will encounter a very lovely (no) picture of rosalina nurumi. freshly woken and blinded by daylight. #bedheadonfleek]

As you can see by the photos, it has since expired and will be quarantined until further notice.
slushfund: it's no wonder every man in town had neither fought nor found you (ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜʟʟ)

[personal profile] slushfund 2015-06-13 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you suggesting I abandon this creature on the side of the road in a cardboard box with "FREE" written on the side?
It would surely track me down, beat my ass, and eat all of my motherfucking food.

[this is too real a scenario.]

Perhaps you could come pick it up later and escort it back home.
I hear they enjoy penis jokes and the colour red.
slushfund: it's no wonder every man in town had neither fought nor found you (ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ)

[personal profile] slushfund 2015-06-18 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
If something knocks it up, I will kill that something.

[i swear to fUCKING GOD.]

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call | backdated to like 5AM on 6/24

[personal profile] sewoften 2015-06-26 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Iori's number will be what shows up when he's calling Wade, because Fujimaru.

Friends help friends realise they have friends. More at 6AM, which might actually be a slightly more sane hour for morning news.
sewoften: (sigh | have you ever wondered)

[personal profile] sewoften 2015-06-26 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Iori blinks. Ah. Well.

At least he feels absolutely not at all sorry for waking Wade up.

Not if you've been up all night. [ He says, dryly. Either way, the thumping of rhythm music in the background is incongruous when compared to how serious he ends up sounding. ]

Are you awake enough that you're listening, or should I give you another minute or two?

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hasitsthorns: (Tʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ)

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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2015-07-20 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So, she sure was missing for two weeks. About that.

Rose feels obligated to let her packmates know that she's alright hence the calls she's sending out. The woman had never wanted to worry them like she had back in Haven, but... This disappearance couldn't be helped. It wasn't of her own accord and that's all she can take comfort in. Also that she kept them safe. So long as they were unharmed, it didn't matter what had happened to her.

Hey, dude. Sorry for falling off the grid there for a bit. I was tied up with something. [ Literally, she was in shackles. ] I'm back now.
hasitsthorns: (Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ɪs ɢᴏɴᴇ)

[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2015-08-24 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's not the only one, trust her; she had actually debated calling, but figured Wade deserved to know. He was still her packmate, awkwardness between them aside. ]

I wish I would have. Then I'd at least have some way of giving them a piece of my mind for kidnapping me. [ She'd danced around to start but now comes the much more grim truth of being 'tied up.' ]

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afflictive: (◦ worried ▻ friends who push themselves)

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[personal profile] afflictive 2015-07-21 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[His voice is rushed, panicked, with him trying to get everything out as fast as he can while he runs.]

Need help, near m—!

[Which is all he gets out before the palm reader is knocked out of his hand and the message ends, via a certain someone crushing the device.]
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[personal profile] hasitsthorns 2015-11-24 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ During the dead of night, Wade’s Palm Reader will illuminate with the notification of a new message. It’s from Rosie. Not strange, really, considering she had a long history of difficulties sleeping. Wade of people should know that.

Whenever he happens to get a chance to check the message, it will be a pre-recorded video. It can’t have been too long ago from the looks of it. Her hair - snow white instead of gold, surprisingly - is a little bit longer than it was upon first arriving to Amoi and there are no pink streaks to be seen through the curly locks. Her ears are upright, matching her straight and alert posture as she looks into the camera with warm eyes and a pleasant smile. The trademark Rosie look.

Hey, Wade. If you’re getting this, well… It’s not exactly good news. [ Her smile wanes a little; it gains a melancholy tinge. ] Thanks to the people at All Points Basin, I figured out how to have a message send if I didn’t touch my Palm Reader for forty-eight hours. If you’re getting this, well, I probably don’t need to say it but… I’m gone. I don’t know what ‘gone’ means here, exactly, but I do know what it meant in Haven. I know what it meant back home.

[ A hollow huff of a laugh escapes her lips at that as her eyes sweep down for a moment. Her ears droop, but perk back up as she inhales deeply and faces the camera again. ]

I didn’t want to leave without saying good-bye. I also didn’t want to leave without… without being honest with you, so. Here it goes. The cliffnotes version of me.

[ Another deep breath and a significant pause, before- ]

My name is Hanako Nurumi and I’m originally from the Makai. That translates to ‘Demon World’ and… that’s what my kind are called. Youkai. Demons. We’re like humanoids with animal spirits. Mine is a wolf, but there are all kinds. Some are animal, some are elemental... Anyway.

I was born an ‘abnormality’ to a mother who couldn’t deal with it and a father who hated me. My mother died shortly after I told her I felt more human than what I was and my father… Well. My father tried to drown me and said it should have been me to die. What a guy, right? I have a slight fear of drowning now thanks to him. Makes summer beach days a bummer.

[ She wouldn’t be Rosie if she didn’t try to make things light. ]

After that, I kind of stuck it on my own for a century or so. The Makai’s a little rougher alone than probably a lot of demons think, but… I managed. I got my chance to live among humans and took it. despite my better judgement, in a moment of drunken weakness. And that’s the story of how I ended up as a wannabe Roman gladiator.

See, the guy that picked me up ‘collected’ youkai like me to fight one another. To the death. Turns out… I was really good at it. Really, I was just more afraid of dying than anything else. I met a man there named Ren Kazumi. My guitar? That’s his. He gave it to me along with a love of music. He also… gave his life so that I could escape that Hell. [ Remembering Ren always leaves a lump in her throat. Her eyes take on a glassy sheen and she has to stop for a moment before continuing. ] I, uh, I don’t remember too well but I took a few lives on my way out too. Including the guy who trapped me in the first place. Turns out his son didn’t appreciate that so much.

So I found a way to look human and went on the run. I became a roadie so I could travel and still have music in life. I met another roadie named Roxanne, who got a bullet between her eyes because of me. After that it was another youkai named Charlie, who got the same kind of bullet but through his heart. After that, I… learned it wasn’t going to stop and decided to face my demons head on. [ Heh. Demons. ] All I got for it was stabbed with a poison knife and kicked off the balcony of high rise.

Then… then I woke up in Haven. And you know that story, right? Well. You don’t know all of it.

Turns out I have a really bad habit of losing it when people I care about die. Near the end, when Jesse disappeared and you, uhm. You. [ The words choke her, she can’t say them properly so she doesn’t. Jesse left and Wade died over the grief of losing him and she all about lost her mind over the pain of losing them both. ] Things, uh. Things… Got really bad. [ Here’s where those tears brimming in her waterline from before finally start to spill over, when she can’t look at the camera anymore out of fear and shame. ]

I don’t remember much. I… remember them telling us we were going to storage. The taste of flesh. Then I remember Jo and her shotgun and it being pointed right to my chest. Her firing it. Then it got really cold and dark and then there was nothing. [ Dying was as horrifying as she always imagined it would be. ] When I woke up - I didn’t think I would wake up - I was in Amoi and reunited with everyone. Hiruma, Jesse, you. We all made it. I honestly thought I was in whatever my kind’s equivalent of Heaven is.

But my kind don’t go to Heaven. We reincarnate. So… after a little while, I guess I realized it was only going to be temporary. That it was a second chance I didn’t deserve but damn if I wasn’t going to take it anyway. I think that’s why I was so reckless and rash in the beginning. Especially with you. With us. Uhm.

[ Conveying her feelings is something Rose has never been overly good at, but… Here goes nothing. ]

I love you, Wade. I mean that… in all the ways I can. You’re my packmate, so like family. You’re my best friend. Some of my best moments in Haven - in my life - were because of you and everyone in House 1. You’ve seen the absolute worst of me and still found something in me worth saving when even I couldn’t and because of that I love you. I never told you since, well, it’s… me. Nothing good would come of my love, if my life has taught me anything. If Ren and Roxanne and Charlie taught me anything. Besides, I couldn’t expect you to feel the same way so.... I’m sorry you had to find out like this, but. I think it’s for the best. You deserve so much better than anything I could have ever given you… and I hope you do find it. I hope you find a way out of there, whether it be back home or with someone else. I want you to be happy and I want you to live and I want you to enjoy it all as much as you can and as fully as you can. Don’t be sad because I’m gone, but happy because you made my life so much better than I ever imagined it could be or thought I deserved.

[ The woman takes a couple moments to collect herself after that spiel. Emotions are hard, alright. ]

I’m giving you my guitar like Ren gave it to me as something to remember me by. It’s in my place at All Points Basin. No one will ask questions, I’m sure, so feel free to come by and get it whenever you can. But I’m gonna’ use it one last time for you.

[ So with that, Rosie grabs her guitar from off screen and comes sits back down in center view. She’ll tune it quickly, her ears twitching and tail swishing with each string she plucks. Then without warning, she starts to play and her voice follows suit. ]

Your mouth is a revolver firing bullets in the sky. Your love is like a soldier, loyal 'til you die. And I’ve been looking at the stars for a long, long time. I’ve been putting out fires all my life. Everybody wants a flame, they don’t want to get burnt and today is our turn.

Days like these lead to... nights like this lead to love like ours. You light the spark in my bonfire heart. People like us—we don’t need that much, just some-one that starts, starts the spark in our bonfire hearts.

[ She’ll finish the song and let the last notes hum in the air before uttering quietly: ] Good-bye, Wade. Thank you. [ Then she gets up and turns off the feed. ]
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