@HystericalJoke back on the bar.
“That is exactly what I needed.” He said before swiftly scooping the glass back up and taking a long drink.
“You still married to that witch?” He asked curiously.
He grunted and turned his head.
“Scotch, single malt.”
Turning back to Wade, he nodded. Eyes drifted to the board.
“What exactly am I looking at, again?” He asked somewhat aggravated.
The beverage was served. He took a sip and placed the glass. -cont
He grunted and turned his head.
“Scotch, single malt.”
Turning back to Wade, he nodded. Eyes drifted to the board.
“What exactly am I looking at, again?” He asked somewhat aggravated.
The beverage was served. He took a sip and placed the glass. -cont
“Oi, Weasel! Pass me a Hennessy while you’re over there.” He’d shout to the bartender, who so happened to be his tech friend.
“Order whenever you’re ready. Oh — and while you wait; might wanna start taking a look at names on the board.”
Above them was a chalkboard. —
He followed but maintained vigilance. Once inside the bar, he took a seat.
“I’m sure you do…”
His fingers tapped the mahogany. He knew what he wanted but waited for Wade.
“I’m always prepared for whatever.”
He grumbled.
“I promise you — I respect the boundaries, Summers.”
They would walk for a while around the City of New York, before seeing a familiar cite to the Merc; Sister Margaret’s. The bar were most mercs in the area meet.
“You ready to be employed as a mercenary in the 21st century?”
The disgruntled man contemplated the offer. He didn’t take too long though.
“Well alright, Wade. Just no funny business. No snuggling either.”
He smirked and motioned for the Merc to lead the way.
“The things I allow myself to do with you!” Sarcasm.
And just like that, his hand was back — like the potential for a cool story to be told vanished.
[(aw mannn)]
“Well… if that’s the case, why not crash at my pad, and we can get you to business and doing something more entertaining?”
“So you’re going to come back with me? Back to the past…” The greying man chuckled. If I could just generate 1.21 gigawatts from my arm we’ll be on our way. What do you say, Wade!”
He removed his sidearm from its holster. “I’m ready to go back in time!”
“Har har…” he’d inquire as he went to pick up his gun… only for it too drop out of his slowly fading hand. He looked in horror as his hand was translucent, before vanishing.
“Cable… we gotta fix this— now… I don’t want the people to know what life would be like without me.”
“Oh you poor thing…” He said as he mockingly covered his mouth in shock. “For real, it’s fine. I lied about all of it. I really have nothing going on. I have no team, no family, no friends, no nothing.”
Queue the sympathy. Though, he expects none.
“Har har…” he’d inquire as he went to pick up his gun… only for it too drop out of his slowly fading hand. He looked in horror as his hand was translucent, before vanishing.
“Cable… we gotta fix this— now… I don’t want the people to know what life would be like without me.”
“Har har…” he’d inquire as he went to pick up his gun… only for it too drop out of his slowly fading hand. He looked in horror as his hand was translucent, before vanishing.
“Cable… we gotta fix this— now… I don’t want the people to know what life would be like without me.”
“Let’s just say I did something awful. I killed your parents before you were born…” He paused as he eyed Wade. “I’m so sorry. Your starting to fade, Wade!” The man laughed hysterically. “It looks as though we’ve ran outta time!”
“Sarcasm, Summers. Clearly it flies over your silver hairs easier than a pop fly.”
He’d say with the shake of his head.
“Now back to this… Silver Almanac scenario.”
He eyed the Merc for a moment as he attempted to read his expressions.
“Forget I said anything. Clearly you have some false sense of who I am or what I’m supposed to be.”
He ran his fingers through his hair aggressively.
“It’s all good!”
“Here I thought you were. Perfect, that is…” a tad roll of the eyes before crossing his arms over chest.
“Oh, trust me — I remember it all. Jean’s phoenix force… that ain’t something to play with.”
He shrugged.
“What can I say, even I $&@? up from time to time! We’re not perfect. Remember that time I went on a rampage about Hope and the whole Phoenix Force ordeal? I mean damn… You know who my old lady is!!”
He blinked a few times…
“…Summers, of all people to have done such a thing, I least expected you to do that. And I’m not sure to be proud that you went wild, or furious due to what you changed.”
(He pulled a Part II?!) [this can only get worse from here…]
“It’s funny you should say that…”
The Mutant cleared his throat.
“About that… Wade. I might have done the Grays Sports Almanac no no… You get what I’m saying.”
He said as he leaned in close to th Merc.
“Like you, sometimes I just can’t help myself…”
“It’s definitely improved ten fold, seeing your metal behind.” He’d jest, before returning the shoulder pats.
“Can only hope you’re here for a visit, and not because time fucked itself over again.”
“It’s definitely improved ten fold, seeing your metal behind.” He’d jest, before returning the shoulder pats.
“Can only hope you’re here for a visit, and not because time fucked itself over again.”
The aging man smirked.
“Ain’t that a bitch?”
He paused for a moment and shook his head.
“It’s good to see you Wade!”
He said as he slapped the Merc on the shoulder.
“You mean, the longer I’m in your dimension the crazier I get?”
New to character not new to RP
21+ mun
literate & descriptive
serious & banter
crossover friendly
sometimes NSFW
ships w/ strong chem
If you’d be so kind as to ♡ + RT