Harlem Shakedown (Taaag Nore!)
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what_fourth_wallDeadpool checked his entire loadout on his body a third time, taking inventory. He was armed to the teeth. Literally. He'd put in his most blinged out razor grill so that he could chomp some bastards if necessary. The top teeth said "DEAD" and the bottom ones said "YEEEAAAAAH". Don't judge. He got a deal on it because L'il Jon was upgrading his, and that was during a bad month of merc work. It was either have it that way instead of "POOL" or no way at all. He kept meaning to get the "POOL" half, but kept putting it off for this or that reason. This month it had been about the extra ammunition for this job. After all, it wasn't every day that you went to rob your girlfriend.
(She said she wasn't a girlfriend yet.)
Oh yeah. Well, the woman you were dating. Either way, this was going to get really ugly, and he wanted to be absolutely prepared. Everything was going to have to run just perfectly, because her life was on the line. She didn't fully realize it, but he figured she'd gotten some of the hint when he'd told her during their date to be sure she held a lot of her resources back instead of sending them at him. It had to be enough to look good and to make it seem like she wasn't holding enough back, even though anyone actually watching would know she wasn't trying to rip apart her red knight for real.
"Alright, deep breath." He took a deep breath. "Here we go."
Without further ado, he teleported to her lab. His first stop was her sound system, which he plugged his iPod into and started up the Harlem Shake. Why? Well, because what better way to have her lab see him as a threat? Seriously. He was doing the effing Harlem Shake there. He kind of deserved to be mauled. But!!! Not until the drop in the beat! If he was mauled before the drop in the beat, he'd be kind of ticked off. Surely he'd have about thirty seconds to just break it down with his funky dance moves, though. He teleported out into an open space and started doing just that right as the song started.
Once he was sure he had the attention of everything in her lab, the beat dropped and things did swing into motion. It was time to find his lady love and gank exactly the shit she wanted him to gank. And then maybe steal a kiss too, for good measure. But first he'd have to deal with what her lab was throwing at him.
"SHOW ME YOUR FUNKY FUNKY DANCE MOVES, LAB PLANTS/CREATURES/AND VARIOUS EQUIPMENT THAT MIGHT BE QUASI-SENTIENT, HEY YOU NEVER KNOW!!!" He fired his guns off. He had to look like he was trying to look like he wasn't faking it. Fortunately for him, chaos came quite naturally. She would later notice, however, that he did no more than wing any living thing that came after him. What was more -- he hadn't even brought a flamethrower. That was love, right there.
"TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER, WHO I ASSUME BUT IN NO WAY KNOW IS KIND OF HOT!!! I'M ONLY HERE FOR ONE THING!! I DON'T NEED TO DESTROY MORE THAN IS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY!!! I DON'T WANT TO KILL MORE...oh jesus, what is that thing..." And that was about when he screamed like a little girl.
(She said she wasn't a girlfriend yet.)
Oh yeah. Well, the woman you were dating. Either way, this was going to get really ugly, and he wanted to be absolutely prepared. Everything was going to have to run just perfectly, because her life was on the line. She didn't fully realize it, but he figured she'd gotten some of the hint when he'd told her during their date to be sure she held a lot of her resources back instead of sending them at him. It had to be enough to look good and to make it seem like she wasn't holding enough back, even though anyone actually watching would know she wasn't trying to rip apart her red knight for real.
"Alright, deep breath." He took a deep breath. "Here we go."
Without further ado, he teleported to her lab. His first stop was her sound system, which he plugged his iPod into and started up the Harlem Shake. Why? Well, because what better way to have her lab see him as a threat? Seriously. He was doing the effing Harlem Shake there. He kind of deserved to be mauled. But!!! Not until the drop in the beat! If he was mauled before the drop in the beat, he'd be kind of ticked off. Surely he'd have about thirty seconds to just break it down with his funky dance moves, though. He teleported out into an open space and started doing just that right as the song started.
Once he was sure he had the attention of everything in her lab, the beat dropped and things did swing into motion. It was time to find his lady love and gank exactly the shit she wanted him to gank. And then maybe steal a kiss too, for good measure. But first he'd have to deal with what her lab was throwing at him.
"SHOW ME YOUR FUNKY FUNKY DANCE MOVES, LAB PLANTS/CREATURES/AND VARIOUS EQUIPMENT THAT MIGHT BE QUASI-SENTIENT, HEY YOU NEVER KNOW!!!" He fired his guns off. He had to look like he was trying to look like he wasn't faking it. Fortunately for him, chaos came quite naturally. She would later notice, however, that he did no more than wing any living thing that came after him. What was more -- he hadn't even brought a flamethrower. That was love, right there.
"TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER, WHO I ASSUME BUT IN NO WAY KNOW IS KIND OF HOT!!! I'M ONLY HERE FOR ONE THING!! I DON'T NEED TO DESTROY MORE THAN IS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY!!! I DON'T WANT TO KILL MORE...oh jesus, what is that thing..." And that was about when he screamed like a little girl.
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Date: 2013-03-13 05:14 am (UTC)There's no sound as the plants that surround Deadpool release an extremely acidic pollen that is largely transparent and begins eating whatever it comes in contact with within a certain perimeter. Outside, other plants prepare to react with spiked seedpods, deadly needles, poison, and other dangerous materials.
What violent materials he comes in contact depend on which direction he goes, and how he responds. For the moment, animals are conspicuously absent.
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Date: 2013-03-13 05:34 am (UTC)"A Michael Jackson cover???" His voice is lower in case anyone is listening, but he's sure she has mics that pick up on it. "Oh Nore, I love you so hard right now. And not Platonically, either." He laughs, then looks down at a tingling sensation. His spandex is gone except for his mask. "Shit!!! This lab IS undressing me!!"
This is actually very problematic. He cannot stay still or he'll risk it destroying his weapons too. He's going to need those, and pretty badly. With a tap of his belt he teleports out of the ring of offending plants. Then he finds himself standing there impaled by plant spikes. His eyes widen, and he dances about, swearing. Now he's paying more attention, though, and he is dodging, deflecting, or damaging the source of other incoming projectiles. Yep, that was all his fault. He let his guard down. Robbing from people you were close to was dangerous...especially if you had the hots for the person in question.
"OKAY, YOU GOT ME WITH THE JACKSON GIG, BUT I AM NOT GOING TO BEAT IT! YOU ARE!!!"
(Oooooh...innuendo. And we sound all tough. Bonus.)
"I've so got that song stuck in my head now..." He turned around, trying to get his bearings. "Let's see...electronics research...if I were biological circuitry type stuff, where would I be?" He turned around, pointing his sword at various threatening flora. "There is more guarding that direction sooo...that way!!!"
(This is going to suck. I hope there's not more acid. That could ruin our grand plan.)
"Yeah yeah...I miss the flamethrower too..." And off he charged.
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Date: 2013-03-13 05:46 am (UTC)Maybe he'll get the hint that this is the wrong direction? If nothing else, he's having to put up with Great Balls of Fire.
I..had no idea he would react this way to immolation until I started writing. O.o
Date: 2013-03-13 06:18 am (UTC)In the back of his mind, he knew that he would heal. However, in every other part of his mind, he was out of his mind terrified. He didn't used to be afraid of fire. In fact, maybe after this he wouldn't be as much. For now, though, it was full on phobia levels of fear because the last time he had been handsome again, it was fire that had ruined it all. Never mind that fire had ruined it because he couldn't heal. Fire had ruined it. Rationally, he should know that. Just like rationally, he should know that even if this made him fugly again, Nore had only slept with him once so far and that had been when he was fugly. But his fear of losing her was irrational too. Interestingly enough, she had just found one of his limits that was unexpected even to him, because it was a psychological limit that hadn't been there before.
The upside? To anyone watching, the reaction now looked far more real. The downside? His reaction to fear was to unleash hell with everything he had to try to make the fire go away. It doesn't work, naturally. He's fighting plants, and you can't fight napalm. Of course, he can leave a small crater of a blown up area due to just dropping most of the explosives he came prepared with. And then he just vanishes. For a split second, he had the presence of mind to know that to fix it, he needed to extinguish the flow of oxygen. The answer to that was to find a large amount of sand and bury himself in it.
The lab is quiet for one minute. Two. Five minutes. That turns into fifteen minutes, and then he reappears, panting. No one can give him that he's not persistent - but only because he knows that he has to be. If this were a normal job, he'd be out. Peace. Not worth it. Not dealing with fire. He looks like a cooked zombie right now, and he knows it, and that is a screaming itch in his brain. But her life might be on the line, so he has to finish it out.
There are no more jokes now, and there is no fucking around. He moves forward with a kind of methodical cold precision that is frankly kind of scary. When his erratic insanity isn't holding him back, he's actually extremely good and efficient at what he does. Anything that gets in his way is dispatched with brutal speed. And this time? He chooses the right direction. It isn't because he figures she'd make the way easy for him - it's because he knows that she would not intentionally set him on fire, at least not now after that reaction. He'd fucked up before. He wouldn't do so again. And worse, he felt bad because he knew she hadn't meant for it to go down quite like that, and he didn't want her to feel bad for his mistake.
Eventually, he makes his way to where the goods are. He isn't really thinking, so he doesn't know whether he hopes she is there or not. He does need to know where she is before he leaves, but that's an issue to be resolved once he has what he came for.
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Date: 2013-03-14 02:59 am (UTC)There are little cues guiding him to one of the sub-labs that appears to be a lot more protected than the others. It's a sham, much like how the lab reacts to him, inside the waiting equipment is small enough for a single man to carry while looking reasonably sophisticated. The fact it carries three levels of retaliation isn't visible. Neither is Nore.
Yeah, trying to figure out what to do with that. If anything. hm.
Date: 2013-03-14 03:34 am (UTC)"Hey, I'm missing the soundtrack." It's all he says to essentially reassure her that they are cool, but it should be all she needs. That is, if she even had any doubts. "Don't worry, I got it."
Now he pulls out his iPhone and cues up the soundtrack for Mission Impossible. What follows is an overly complicated series of flips, jumps, and dodges, as if he' is avoiding a laser security system that only he can see. When he gets close, he shoots a grappling hook up to the ceiling pulls himself up, and then lowers himself down over top of the equipment. He reaches out slooowly...slooooooooowly...and then he just drops down and picks it up, because why not.
"By the way, I'm coming for you too. I'm sure this has some codes or something. I sure hope you're hot. Or Bill Nye the Science Guy. Anything but a Trekkie..."
(Hey now, Star Trek is pretty badass.)
"Yeeesss, but the rabid fans are not!"
(Point taken. Although there has to be SOME use for being entirely fluent in Klingon.)
"Maybe for passwords or something."
(I think we'll be healed in few hours, if it makes you feel better.)
"I'm not thinking about it."
(Cool.)
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Date: 2013-03-14 04:11 am (UTC)(Um, yeah, might want to see about getting out and then talking to yourself.)
He teleports. Because he has actually (and legitimately would have, if he was doing his job well) cased the lab and determined a potential central control hub, that's the first place he checks for her. He'll have to get the iPod later. That's generally not as important to him though - it's like leaving a toothbrush in her bathroom.
"Which reminds me, I need to get on that if she doesn't mind..."
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Date: 2013-03-14 04:19 am (UTC)As it is, Nore is waiting for him in her lab with two bottles of water. One for him and one for her. "Thirsty?" Of course, there's always the question of what's in his bottle if she's keeping that up.
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Date: 2013-03-14 04:47 am (UTC)"You are hot." He looks down at himself. "And I...am not. But that's okay."
He looks at the bottles of water as he sets the equipment down. For several moments, he studies them while studiously rubbing his chin. She can probably hear him muttering about whether or not he should trust the water, and if he should take hers, but she would expect that, and...then he finally takes the one meant for him and chugs it.
"Parched." This would be where he should draw a gun on her and tell her to give him the codes, but he can't do that. Instead, he'll just ask. "Are there any codes for this stuff? Any passwords to make it work? Because you don't want me to come back. I will not be a happy camper. Having to hurt one of the most gorgeous women, and I'm guessing a great dancer and potentially awesome with setting up terrariums and fishtanks...well, that would just ruin my day."
He walks towards her and takes her face in his hands, leaning his forehead to touch hers as he stares at her through his eye-holes. "But I will..oh I will..." It appears as though he pauses, which is in keeping with his erratic behavior since being burned. However, he mouths the breathiest of whispers to say 'be back in nine and a half minutes in case you need me, don't worry'. Then his voice goes normal again as he finishes, "I will make you regret not telling me what I need to know."
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Date: 2013-03-14 05:13 am (UTC)"Oh, I don't know. You look rather toasty to me." Bad pun, but she's feeling a little bit like a girl in a Bond film given all the subterfuge that's going on in place of her more normal blatant violence.
The water probably tastes a little off. Fortunately for him, it's just a cocktail of some of the nutrients he'll end up needing to replace some of the tissue he's had burnt off. She isn't entirely cruel.
His approach is interesting, but she doesn't seem to met back or fade. There's even a ghost of a smile in her eyes as he whispers to her. She doesn't let any more of it show as she answers.
"The password is 'tits.'" She's apparently serious. Which is part of what actually makes it a good password in a completely perverse way. Who expects the straight female scientist to to use that particular word. "The log-in is 'ass'."
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Date: 2013-03-14 05:45 am (UTC)Drinking the water she'd offered him had been an offhand gesture of trust, and he figured that the mineral taste tot he water was a reward for that. He'd learned his lesson - when she offered him the better path, he took it. Nore was not a convoluted woman - or at least, she wasn't in things like this. She meant what she said and did.
Not openly grinning at her choice of login and password is probably the hardest thing he's ever done. If it wasn't for the mask, she'd probably see that war on his face. As it was, she would just have to read it in his eyes. But then he realizes...he should react to that. Because he would. He laughs aloud, and then continues laughing. Now the hard part is not expressing his adoration for her.
"That is the best thing I've heard all week. Thank you so very much for making sure I didn't have to hurt you. Hurting you would be a crime against humanity punishable by so much pain. So, so much. Although one thing..you made sure that a person has to type in 'ass' before 'tits'!! You got it backwards! But since I know where your priorities are, I'll give you a little parting gift."
He turns and smacks his bare ass at her. Then he winces in pain. "Okay, that wasn't my brightest moment. Pretend you didn't see that. Ow." And then he disappears.
Not even thirty seconds after he is gone, there is the audible click of a safety being disengaged on a gun behind her. When she turns around, she sees a man with a skull mask and a hood standing with a gun pointed at her and a shield similar to Captain America's on his other arm.
"Oh good, I thought he would never leave. He makes such a good distraction, especially when his head is so turned by a woman like you, but then you have to put up with all of the babbling. Bravo, by the way. The two of you put on an excellent show. Even knowing better, I actually almost bought the whole immolation thing. That felt so real. I have to thank you for that - I didn't honestly know he had any weaknesses to exploit. That will be useful.
Aw, don't give me that look. This was my job, originally. I just put the contract out again for him to put you off your guard and burn through your defenses and use up any dummy tech you set out for chumps like him to steal." He smirks. "Excuse the pun. Now. I would like the real tech and I would like it quickly. He thinks he has won by giving them the fake goods, but I can't imagine that he'll want to stay away from you long. Perhaps you even have a date later. Let's make sure that you make it."
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Date: 2013-03-14 06:10 am (UTC)"Trust me, I won't be telling anyone about this particular day." Especially considering she's supposed to be failing at protecting herself and her lab. If anything she should be more petulant and upset, but a girl can only act so well.
The click makes her tense even as she turns. It's instinct, and she knows how to play the compliant victim. His distinctive appearance makes it interesting. Taskmaster, one of the frienemies Deadpool built up that was described and a calculated risk. Of course, the fact she's not a physical fighter makes things interesting.
Because there's one thing she never said. Part of Nore is deeply, violently paranoid. That means being entirely aware that Deadpool is an insane mercenary who was pushed to his physical limits while she attacked back. The fact it might have spiraled into something bad didn't escape her. There was always a contingency plan for the same reason she kept the animals out of the mess. Never show all your cards.
"It's hard not to give a look when a person actually monologues. I didn't know it was still done." Especially when it gave her sensors the trigger of having an unidentified person in the lab. "We'll need to go through the main lab."
She walks measured pace to the door and opens it, trusting it to trigger a door behind Taskmaster to open, and a torrent of venomous rats to pour out, all aiming for the invader.
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Date: 2013-03-14 06:29 am (UTC)"What can I say. He's a bad influence."
He follows her to the door. Her deception is a good one, but his reflexes are better. He perceives the click of the door behind him opening as she opens the door in front of them, and without thinking he turns and whirls the shield back towards it with enough force to slam it shut and break the latch. Several rats die horribly, squished by the slamming door. He shoots the several that made it through and kept running at him. With a casual air about him, he strolls back to pick up the shield, and then turns to her.
"Strike one. Nice play, though. Rats are near impossible for even the best fighter to deal with efficiently. Now let's go. Three strikes and you'll give Deadpool a reason to be a lot angrier with the world. Do you really want that?"
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Date: 2013-03-14 06:42 am (UTC)"You really should have gone for the rats. They have a neurotoxin that's very gentle, all considered." Her inflection is flat, but the rage is there in her eyes. "With the treatments in this very lab, the worst you would have had was a short period of unconsciousness followed by waking up in an embarrassing situation."
She walks out into the open air. She'd rather not do this by her dead. "Tell me, does that mask of yours contain an air filter?"
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Date: 2013-03-14 06:57 am (UTC)If he notices her rage, he doesn't comment on it. The problem here is that he can literally feel the time slipping away. He doesn't realize how little he really has, or that she can probably mostly incapacitate him on her own before Deadpool even gets back. No, he doesn't know specifically why, but his instincts are demanding that he get this over with.
"You'll just have to find out if you're so eager for Strike 2. Do you want to risk it? Because if it's all the same to you, I'd much rather you hurry the fuck up!" He gives her a shove to send her forward faster. "He's not coming back, if that's what you're stalling for. At least, not soon enough. He thinks you've won, remember?"
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Date: 2013-03-14 07:06 am (UTC)"You were right. Deadpool did trigger everything. But one of the passive protocols wouldn't effect him or any of the other living things here that have been properly vaccinated.
So I ask you again, does that mask have air filters? Specifically those that are of sufficient quality to filter out an airborne virus?"
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Date: 2013-03-14 07:18 am (UTC)"Lady, I am a professional super villain. I train professional super villains. I have been involved in jobs that involve Pym particles. Do you really think that I am not prepared for the eventualities that a brilliant, but ultimately normal, woman such as yourself can pose to me?"
It is a good show, but he actually feels a chill of fear go down his spine. His mask is good, and is designed to protect him from many things including several biohazards, but he knows this is a woman who has probably designed viruses the likes of which the designers of his mask have not ever dealt with.
"Now since you insist, this is Strike 2." He waves the gun. "Strike 3 is in the barrel of this gun."
And he is on minute six and a half.
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Date: 2013-03-14 07:29 am (UTC)She turns and starts walk, back straight and clearly not stalling any further. If anything, she seems to be utterly content in the fact she knows he's going to die for entering her space and killing some of her rats.
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Date: 2013-03-14 08:02 am (UTC)Was that a tremor in his voice? Was it fear, or the fact that it suddenly feels a little hotter in here to him? Is that just in his mind? No. No way this woman could play any kind of mental games with him. She was foolish enough to be dating Deadpool. What could any sane woman actually want with that freakshow? That thought, which is supposed to comfort him, only fills him with more dread as he follows her. At the sound of a weird whistle, he actually jerks his gun off her. It's only a few owls. For a few moments, he contemplates killing them, but it's only frustration at the fact that he really isn't sure if she's managed to do to him what plenty of heroes could not.
"Oh, that's just not cool man."
Taskmaster whips around at the voice. Okay, either she really has messed with his mind too much, or the sudden fever is making him feel kind of delirious. Deadpool is standing there, drenched in blood and gore. Apparently, the people who knew he was delivering phony trapped tech to them had only kept him for...nine and a half minutes. He waved his gun at Deadpool
"You're...naked. Seriously? You came back to fight with Mr. Happy flying in the breeze?"
Deadpool shrugged. "Acid plants. And fi--other things."
"Fire, yes."
Deadpool winced. He still looked burned, but his healing factor had been taxed in having to deal with gunshots and knife wounds too. Now he shook his head. "Looks like my girlfriend kicked your ass."
"She hasn't touched me, idiot."
"I know. But I can hear your stomach churning from here. Either you ate some bad Chinese food on your way, or you're kinda fucked."
"I've dealt with worse."
"Yeah, about that. You pissed off some friends of hers that I think might want a word. I fixed their door real quick. Well, by 'fixed', I mean 'ripped the door back off the hinges'."
"Oh no..."
"Yep." Behind him, a river of rats were running towards all three of them. Of course, Deadpool was hoping that Nore's rats wouldn't go after Nore-approved people. "Now, you can either, you know, run and find some Pepto for that stomach, or you can stay and fight me and some rats. But you don't look like you're feeling so hot, Tasky. And me, I'm feeling better every minute."
The Taskmaster looked between Nore, Deadpool, and the rats. He knew when he'd been beaten. He also knew when he was breaking out in a fever sweat. If she was telling the truth, then he had 24 hours to find some kind of treatment, or he was pretty screwed. He started to run, just as Deadpool had suggested, but was stopped by a sucker punch to the gut, and another to his jaw. He wanted to fight back, but he found that he was too weak to. All he could do was look up at Deadpool as the merc, far angrier than Taskmaster had ever seen him, held him face to face.
"If you somehow manage to pull this out of your ass - pun intended - and survive, and if you ever try to pull this kind of shit again on her, or anyone that I actually give a shit about, then I will leave you to her."
"To..," Cough, "her?"
"Don't you get it, asshole? I'm rescuing you from her. And I wouldn't even put too much faith in that. She holds grudges. Now go find a toilet or something, and hope you've got a favor with Doom or somebody to call in."
Taskmaster had no choice -- he ran. And when he was far enough away, he punched his own teleporter.
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Date: 2013-03-14 08:17 am (UTC)Of course, hearing Deadpool is better. Especially as she turns around to see Taskmaster's reaction. Naked, scorched, covered in blood, he's a beautiful sight. She smiles broadly as she watches his stand off. The rats surge around Wade without biting, seeming to aim for Taskmaster first only to ending up in a constantly flowing mass around Nore's ankles. They stay there until the lack of present threat has them disappearing to do whatever it is they do in their down time.
"Perfect timing." Nore moves slowly, but ends up reaching out to hug him carefully, not wanting to make things worse for him.
Might need to look into blondifying the comic icons...
Date: 2013-03-14 04:44 pm (UTC)"Careful, I'm gross..." But she is hugging him anyway, and so he hugs back. There are twinges of pain, mostly from the healing burns, but he is used to that from before, when his skin was messed up all the time. The thought makes him suddenly hug her tighter, drawing as much comfort as he gives - if indeed she needs comfort. He's never seen her after danger, so he doesn't know.
"I'm sorry. He invaded your lab." He would apologize for the rats too, but he didn't know how much those had meant to her. "I had an idea somebody who'd figured out you and me was trying to set this up, but we had to play along to draw them out."
He was quiet for a few minutes, just kind of hugging her and kissing the top of her head through his mask. Then, "...Oh, sorry for the girlfriend part too. Heat of the moment, and it sounded good. I'm not trying to rush things, I promise." Moving on down the list of offenses from worst to not as bad... "I'll work on fixing and cleaning up what I blew up."
Who would you know who'd be weird enough to do that?
Date: 2013-03-15 01:55 am (UTC)"You're naked, covered in wounds, blood, and gore, but that doesn't exactly say gross to me. Sore is more likely." She doesn't shudder. There's nothing about her upset about hugging him tightly other than the damage that's been done to him and the rats that died.
"I was prepared for the eventuality or the virus wouldn't have been released. It's too expensive to convert it into a sufficiently saturated form for that to work. Especially with its almost non-existent shelf life outside of this environment." Because she doesn't actually want to kill half the city just to defend herself.
Small shrug. "It seems like a good word, especially in the heat of the moment. The lab is already repairing itself." She gestures to where the hidden animals are already beginning patterns that look intelligently done, but are actually orchestrated beyond their control from the central computer unit.
I dunno! I mean, said person would have to be weird AND amazing AND awesome. :D
Date: 2013-03-15 03:12 am (UTC)It's all good distraction to think about Taskmaster and her success in fending him off. He didn't know if she realized just how much that would enhance her reputation. Taskmaster wasn't exactly small fry. Yeah, he wasn't a first stringer, but he was a pretty solid second stringer, and he'd taken on an entire team of Avengers before. The fact that Nore had beaten him without even lifting a finger would get around, worsening his reputation and enhancing hers. He'd make sure of it.
But he couldn't escape one final apology forever. She was okay with the word, at least in that moment, and even with him blowing up a section of her lab. That stuff was pretty easy. He wasn't stupid, though. (Well, in many things. He does, however, seem to miss that she didn't actually say "good word in the moment". She just said "Good word") Today had shown a side of him that she hadn't seen before, and he didn't know what it would mean.
"I'm sorry for freaking out. I...it just..." He shuddered and held onto her. It was hard to put into words. Just thinking about where it took him paralyzed his mind with fear again. Finally, he was able to murmur into her shoulder, "Sorry. I'm kinda messed up in the head."
Doesn't seem possible.
Date: 2013-03-15 03:42 am (UTC)Her limited response is the result of this not being her first rodeo. The people she dealt with just tended not to be the costumed types. Having a reputation among the other would be a comfort, especially if she continued to keep Wade around. Which still seemed likely, despite the chaotic rebuilding going on.
Her fingers continue to sweep over his cheek. "You got set on fire. It's supposed to be deeply upsetting or I wouldn't have cultured them. I'm just sorry he found out."
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