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[forgatmigej]

[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.

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[ishotyouuu]

[Taking a stroll on the beach at night is a rather soothing past-time, but Deadpool has other reasons than enjoying the nocturnal scenery. He'd heard a voice on the other end of the radio, cutting through the random talk shows and the 70's greatest hits, and he has to admit that what it had to say was rather intriguing.

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?

[forgatmigej]

[It's definitely one way to get a girl's attention. Holly turns to look up the small segment of beach where she had died to see a man in a red and black suit walking up. Another assassin already? How strange. She smiles anyway.]

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.

[ishotyouuu]

[Deadpool gives her an awkward chuckle.] Preachin' to the choir there, darlin'. I'm afraid I can't offer much in the way of answers. Not when I'm too busy searchin' for 'em myself. I'm as much in the dark as you are. Not even sure how I ended up in this crappy little corner of nothing. Just more of my bad luck, I guess.

[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?

[forgatmigej]

[If he didn't know how he even got to Santa Destroy, which is what she assumes he means by 'crappy little corner of nothing', then he was probably not recently revived as she was. She decides not to comment on that for now.

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.]

[ishotyouuu]

[Deadpool chuckles and rolls his shoulders in another casual shrug.] Oh, don't get me wrong. The ocean's nice too.

[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?

[forgatmigej]

[There's a bit of laugh in her voice when she replies.] Yes, I'm aware what French sounds like.

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.

[ishotyouuu]

[Deadpool's eyes lift in another one of his grins.] An intellectual, huh? I'm liking you more and more.

[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?