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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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[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?