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busemox2012-03-04 01:20 am
forgatmigej) wrote in busemox2012-03-04 01:20 am
scream what am I doing
[It is late at night when the latest audio post hits the Santa Destroy network. There is nothing broadcast for many long seconds but the sound of waves. Eventually a voice comes through: female, soft, contemplative, and with a European accent.]
Hmmm.
Strange.
I am alive when I should be dead.
[There is a long pause. More waves crashing on a shore.]
Well, this can't be reincarnation, as I am in the same body. So, this is either one of Sylvia Christel's more bizarre tricks or... I am dreaming.
[A sigh; she sounds simply exhausted.] I don't know which I would prefer.
I wonder, is anyone even listening to this?
[The sound of waves come in again, this time accompanied by shifting sand. The voice is cautious when it returns.] I'll wait here. For now.
Hmmm.
Strange.
I am alive when I should be dead.
[There is a long pause. More waves crashing on a shore.]
Well, this can't be reincarnation, as I am in the same body. So, this is either one of Sylvia Christel's more bizarre tricks or... I am dreaming.
[A sigh; she sounds simply exhausted.] I don't know which I would prefer.
I wonder, is anyone even listening to this?
[The sound of waves come in again, this time accompanied by shifting sand. The voice is cautious when it returns.] I'll wait here. For now.
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He doesn't get far before he spots her-- sitting at the water's edge, staring down at the shifting waves. She's dressed in a green swimsuit, rather appropriate for being on the beach, though he guesses she's not there for a night's swim. She's also currently armed to the teeth-- he can clearly see a bandolier of grenades crisscrossing her slender hips, and the scabbard of a hunting knife strapped to her arm. The attire gives her an air that is both dangerous and alluring, and Deadpool lets out a wolf-whistle before he can stop himself.]
Well. What's a pretty thing like you doing here this time of night? And with all those toys? Gonna start a war there?
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I have no intent to start a war, no. [She hadn't even really thought about her grenades or her knife, still strapped to her restored body. Was she buried with them? Was she even buried? She shrugs gently, staring down at the phone that had been nearby when she woke up. It looks new and clean, meant for her. Did someone know she would come back to life? So many questions.] To be honest, I don't know why I am here.
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[The moonlight glints unnaturally off of one of her legs, and Deadpool's eyes are drawn to it briefly-- is that a chrome prosthetic?-- before he moves his gaze onward and upward, past the place where the silver metal meets the pale peach of her skin; pretty unmarked skin that her skimpy clothing-- and the various weapons-- don't even bother to hide.]
[...Yowza.]
Still. The scenery's pretty nice here. [He grins beneath his mask, squatting down beside her so that he's somewhat at eye level with her. He sticks his hand out.]
Can I make this the part where we introduce ourselves in a somewhat pleasant fashion, or should I start running from the pepper spray right about now?
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Holly raises her eyebrows, her smile turning into a small, knowing smirk.] I have a feeling you aren't talking about the ocean. [Still, she takes his hand.] Holly Summers, and you are an assassin. [It's a guess, but the way she says it certainly doesn't make it sound like one.]
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[He closes his fingers around her hand and lifts it slightly, as if he's going to raise it to his lips.] Enchanté. That's French, you know. Language of romance and all that. [He winks.]
Y'know, I've always thought the term "assassin" was too... confining. I mean-- yes okay, I kill people, but I prefer "mercenary", myself. Name's Deadpool, by the way.
[Another self-confident smirk.] And I do like making love at midnight on the dunes of the cape. Just... you know. Throwin' that out there.
[...You're still holding onto her hand, dude.]
Can you blame me? She smells amazing. Is that some kinda coconut-raspberry skin lotion?
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And I can certainly give you points for the effort, if nothing else, Deadpool. A strange name. But most mercenaries are.
[If he's not going to let go off her hand, Holly is going to let go of his. She gives her metal leg a pat with it.] Before you ask, yes. It's real. [With that said, she leans back against her hands, stretching one leg out in the sand and readjusting the other.] You can sit if you'd like.
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[She totally sorta gave us props, dude. We are so in.]
[Without further ado, he plops down in the soft sand next to her, stretching casually.]
Hey, the name might be strange, but it's mine. Maybe someday I'll tell you how I came up with it. Once we've gotten to know each other better. And after a few drinks. I tend to get cuddly when I'm tipsy, though. Just a word of caution.
[Deadpool idly begins to flick grains of sand with the toe of his boot.]
So. This is peaceful, huh? Not much into the whole tranquility thing, but it's kinda nice out here. Quiet. Though, I gotta say... something tells me you're not exactly feelin' the good vibes. You look like you've got a lot on your mind, if you don't mind me saying so. Wanna talk about it? I know I'm just some random schmoe who just sorta wandered into your general vicinity, but take it from me-- sometimes talking helps.
[Oh man, the "sensitive listener" card already? This is gonna be cake!]
Would you please be quiet and let me work?
1/kdfhgsdjkgh gkmdnsk gsdkjkhskff
2/2. smooth operator.
He couldn't forget that voice even if he wanted to.]
...Holy shit.
[Travis scrambles to pick it up again--if others could come back, so could she; he's not drunk or anything so he can't be dreaming--and turns on the video. He can feel his hands shaking.]
Wh--
[What the fuck does he say?]
...H-hey.
http://youtu.be/4TYv2PhG89A
[She finds the button in record time and sure enough, she's on the screen too, smiling sweetly, despite also looking rather tired.] Hello, number six. [She pauses, closing her eyes to concentrate on the breeze, and her thoughts. She doesn't even know his name, she realizes. Does he know the truth about the UAA, Sylvia Christel?
...What does she say? She opens her eyes again.]
Did you make it to the top? [Did you keep your promise?]
kasfdkhdgf
Travis swallows the lump in his throat and tries to smile back.]
Number one, now.
[How could he forget?]
...It's been a long time. Three years.
u◡u ♥ also no travis stop go back to being a douche ahhhhhh
[The smile fades to be replaced with an interested frown.] Three years? ...Well, it certainly explains the phone. [The video turns towards the ocean as she turns the communicator around to look at the back.] And those skyscrapers. [When she appears on screen again, she is looking up and off-camera.] Much has changed, if there are skyscrapers in Santa Destroy.
Including you. [She turns back to him.] Barring your fashion sense. Three years, and you are still wearing those sunglasses, I see. [She smiles, pointing towards her temple.]
NO HE WILL BE MOE FOR YOU
Twice over, actually.
There was a sequel, y'know.
[Travis falls silent, taking in the sound of her voice again. God, they'd only known each other for, what, less than an hour? And yet here she is, talking to him like they've known each other for decades.]
Heh, you're wrong. [He taps the frames with a finger.] These ones are new.
porqueeeeeeee
Oh. [Holly places a solemn hand over her heart.] Of course. How foolish of me not to recognize the difference.
I hope this doesn't happen often, your opponents coming back from the dead. [She sounds like she could be talking about the weather.] It would make what I said about death being the final truth quite a lie.