Heyyy, what's happenin'? You've reached the voicemail of one very fine-lookin' man. Wanna chat? Fanboy all over my mad skillz? Declare your undying love for me? You know what to do. [BEEEEP]
[The reply is heavy and full of impotent regret, he wished more than anything that he knew the answer to that. Even if they had somehow observed them for some time before kidnapping them here, that still didn't explain how they knew every detail of their lives.]
It happened with us too, we saw El-- someone in there that we shouldn't have, and it was so real.
[Elissa and the grave of Maes Hughes, his heart hurts just thinking about it.]
They must be able to get past that immunity somehow, it's obvious they know everything about us. It makes it harder for us to fight and easier for them to hurt us, but they can't be infallible. There's got to be things they don't know, and they'll make mistakes sooner or later. We just have to be ready for it.
That's the way to win, isn't it? I saw Kite's face when he was making all those broadcasts before. Killing everyone-- you remember. He was like a little kid, poking at anthills to watch the chaos. Pretty sure it pissed him off when people didn't react to his displays in the way he wanted. They might know a lot about us, but they still can't predict our every reaction. We just have to think of something that they'd never suspect.
[Deadpool sighs. It's hard to think about, but he just has to come to terms with the fact that all their lives-- all their fears and regrets and memories-- are nothing but an open book for the people in charge of this town to rifle through.
He's briefly reminded of when he was kidnapped and hooked up to a machine that proceeded to tear its way through his mental barriers and broadcast his most intimate memories. It's a violation, is what it is. As much now as it was then.
And what about Al? Despite his cheery disposition, he's gone through things that Deadpool can't even imagine. He doesn't understand how the kid can even stay so positive. He reaches out and rests a hand on Al's metal bicep.]
That doesn't mean we should have to put a brave face on all the time, though. You've helped me out a lot since we met and I've been really shitty about doing the same, I know. But if you ever need to... y'know-- talk something out, let out some inner demons or something... my door's always open. Okay?
[It had been Kite being betrayed by one of his fellows that had given Al a little hope there were chinks in the armour; after all, fighting amongst the other side could only bode well for them in the end. If there was discord then it was likely mistakes would get made and pieces of information might fall through the cracks, it was something they would have to take advantage of when the time came.
He was about to reply to that effect when Deadpool suddenly put his hand on Al's arm and gave him that offer. His heart panged affectionately, truly touched at how much his friend was trying to do better and make amends for what happened before.]
I know... thanks. But I'm not putting on a brave face, this is just how I feel. My brother and I have always tried to keep moving forwards, even when we were very little and our Mom died, I guess it's just second nature now.
I don't doubt it. I figure a guy trapped in a giant suit of armor can't do much else but keep moving forward, right? Don't know how I'd manage to stay so chipper if it were me in that thing, but still.
Anyway, my offer still stands. If there's ever a time you just need to unload or whatever, I'll be a captive audience. And, as an added bonus, I won't make fun of you. That's somethin' I only promise to a select few people, though, so don't tell anyone. Got a reputation to maintain, after all.
I think I'm good for now, and I better get back or Brother is going to wonder where I am. And after... what happened... he's not the most calm when I'm not around.
[He's trusting Deadpool with that little insight into Ed, believing he won't use it to tease his brother with how sensitive it was. He doesn't hang around any more, though, immediately getting up and heading for the door.]
[Al has nothing to worry about. Even if Deadpool did have something to gain by teasing Ed, he's still trying to work on the whole "friendship" thing. Any altercation they have in the future won't be his fault. Well... not intentionally his fault, anyway.
Which reminds him.]
Hey, kid? One last thing-- tell your brother not to beat himself up too much about this, okay? If he wants to get pissed off at anybody, he should direct it at the guys who're keeping us here. Kind of a more productive outlet, y'know?
[Ha. Ha ha ha. Quite the ironic speech considering who's giving it. In Deadpool's defense, he never claimed to not be a hypocrite.]
And, uh... [He flashes Al a sheepish smile.] Sorry about the whole height thing. Kinda got carried away.
[Al knew that was exactly what Ed would do. He might be angry with himself for a short time, but he would always end up directing that rage into determination to do better and get out of here.
It's one of the things he loves the most about him.
He pauses at the door to look back at his friend, heart warmed that he would try so hard with his brother just for his sake. But he can't help but laugh at his last little instruction.]
Mm, I'll tell him.
[He raises a hand once more in farewell and slips out the door, feeling much more at peace than when he arrived.]
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[The reply is heavy and full of impotent regret, he wished more than anything that he knew the answer to that. Even if they had somehow observed them for some time before kidnapping them here, that still didn't explain how they knew every detail of their lives.]
It happened with us too, we saw El-- someone in there that we shouldn't have, and it was so real.
[Elissa and the grave of Maes Hughes, his heart hurts just thinking about it.]
They must be able to get past that immunity somehow, it's obvious they know everything about us. It makes it harder for us to fight and easier for them to hurt us, but they can't be infallible. There's got to be things they don't know, and they'll make mistakes sooner or later. We just have to be ready for it.
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[Deadpool sighs. It's hard to think about, but he just has to come to terms with the fact that all their lives-- all their fears and regrets and memories-- are nothing but an open book for the people in charge of this town to rifle through.
He's briefly reminded of when he was kidnapped and hooked up to a machine that proceeded to tear its way through his mental barriers and broadcast his most intimate memories. It's a violation, is what it is. As much now as it was then.
And what about Al? Despite his cheery disposition, he's gone through things that Deadpool can't even imagine. He doesn't understand how the kid can even stay so positive. He reaches out and rests a hand on Al's metal bicep.]
That doesn't mean we should have to put a brave face on all the time, though. You've helped me out a lot since we met and I've been really shitty about doing the same, I know. But if you ever need to... y'know-- talk something out, let out some inner demons or something... my door's always open. Okay?
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He was about to reply to that effect when Deadpool suddenly put his hand on Al's arm and gave him that offer. His heart panged affectionately, truly touched at how much his friend was trying to do better and make amends for what happened before.]
I know... thanks. But I'm not putting on a brave face, this is just how I feel. My brother and I have always tried to keep moving forwards, even when we were very little and our Mom died, I guess it's just second nature now.
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I don't doubt it. I figure a guy trapped in a giant suit of armor can't do much else but keep moving forward, right? Don't know how I'd manage to stay so chipper if it were me in that thing, but still.
Anyway, my offer still stands. If there's ever a time you just need to unload or whatever, I'll be a captive audience. And, as an added bonus, I won't make fun of you. That's somethin' I only promise to a select few people, though, so don't tell anyone. Got a reputation to maintain, after all.
[A wink shows Al that he's joking.]
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[He chuckles and mock crosses over his heart, already he's feeling better from bantering with Deadpool. More normal.]
Thanks, I really needed this.
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Good man. Knew I could count on you.
Don't worry about it, either. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's talking. Anything else you wanna get off your chest or are you good for now?
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[He's trusting Deadpool with that little insight into Ed, believing he won't use it to tease his brother with how sensitive it was. He doesn't hang around any more, though, immediately getting up and heading for the door.]
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Which reminds him.]
Hey, kid? One last thing-- tell your brother not to beat himself up too much about this, okay? If he wants to get pissed off at anybody, he should direct it at the guys who're keeping us here. Kind of a more productive outlet, y'know?
[Ha. Ha ha ha. Quite the ironic speech considering who's giving it. In Deadpool's defense, he never claimed to not be a hypocrite.]
And, uh... [He flashes Al a sheepish smile.] Sorry about the whole height thing. Kinda got carried away.
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It's one of the things he loves the most about him.
He pauses at the door to look back at his friend, heart warmed that he would try so hard with his brother just for his sake. But he can't help but laugh at his last little instruction.]
Mm, I'll tell him.
[He raises a hand once more in farewell and slips out the door, feeling much more at peace than when he arrived.]