#deadpool 01

[warihumquwitik-blog]

@thomcruz

Perched up in the closest tree to a window that was open, she had her gun out and at the ready---even if she could easily see far enough without it. It was a necessary precaution. That, she took it, was why she was graced by the presence of security below her. Looking away from the window to address him, she didn’t lower the gun, ensuring that if needed she could get something done without a moment’s hesitation.

“I’m allowed to have this, I’m not inside the party or near the manor.”

[betterscience]

@thomcruz

Well. It seemed the fashion in this city was... subpar, at best. At least from this fellow. Then again, with how little facilities they provided them with, perhaps this was simply all he could garner. A true shame. A tragedy.

Still, he was awfully close, and she was awfully disgusted.

“Do you need something?”

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Deadpool #1

[lady-libertine-blog1]

A Pirate’s Life

@doorknobwielder

“Ah? A pirate?”

The question was a bit sudden, if not really unexpected. It wasn’t as though her clothes did much to hide the fact, nor was she interested in hiding her allegiances. 

"Yeah, that’s the gist of it. A privateer, if you care about being exact.” She shrugged. “Honestly though, it’s just a flimsy excuse of a title. A pirate is a pirate, no matter how much you try and sugar coat it. If you’re gonna fly your colors, fly them with pride.” 

“Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like there’s much of a place for us these days. It’s a pain, but there’s still plenty of villainy left that’s worth exploring.”