I'm afraid I don't understand the funk.

Deadpool Volume 3 #28  

drafts are clear over here, so consider this a small starter call !! if you're a multi, please specify for whom.

While Shiklah shows no hesitation in pressing forth, Deadpool is sweeping the flame left and right as they round corners, raising it to blind spots, and his finger never moves from hovering over the trigger. “Not to cast doubt or anythin’, but aren’t hungry animals the most dangerous? Twice over if they’re cornered. We can definitely wipe ‘em out, but I don’t like to underestimate the enemy more than they underestimate me.”

"are you FEARFUL, my love ?? " she asks, smiling over her shoulder back at him. her voice is a small echo in companionship with that of her heels; water drips from somewhere in the darkness. "i have never underestimated our enemy --" see how she includes him !! "-- but DESPERATE creatures are more fun to play with."

“Yeah baby, you should enjoy this.” A beat and a furrowing brow as Wade considers the soap opera nature of the franchise with its convoluted flashbacks, the connected character dynamics, and the fact that the main guy died three movies ago but they still found a way to write him in. “Uh, how well do you remember Saw one-through-five?”

it is as glowing a recommendation as she can expect. at the very least, there will be enjoyable bloodshed, and, if it is truly so abhorrent an upset ( especially after that of the game of thrones finale ), then shiklah will just need to make for bloodshed of her own. "as much as maintaining trivia knowledge while running a kingdom allows."

Feeling her hand run up his chest and then her body press against his, his own free hand slides onto the small of her back as he looks down into her eyes, any worries gone now. "Whatever you want."

"i wish to be taught the ways of your weaponry," she says, smoothing her hand back down his abdomen to his hip, fingers curling against the hilt of his gun. "i am proficient in archaic forms, thus truly do not NEED much use of such things as my powers are ample weapons themselves, but to be well-rounded in such a world, i should know how. and, besides --" she takes the gun from its holster, holding it up with a grin. "-- it so heightens one's appeal."

“Uh, yeah, a plumber. He disposes of sewage blocking the pipes of progress, or somethin’.” Wade digs around in the cushions and finds the remote. He raises it in triumph and then looks for the button that will take him to the appropriate streaming service. He idly wonders how much each one has to pay to have their logos included as a shortcut button on a television’s remote, but the hell of capitalism can wait. “This one’s got piranha in it, but they don’t feed anyone to ‘em, which I always thought was a missed opportunity.”

"then what is their purpose ??" she asks, tucking herself against her husband's side as he handles arranging the movie on screen for them. learning about the modern world still through wade's lens has certainly been interesting, but she does so have a soft spot for his movie choices with the most gruesome deaths ( it is, of course, the closest she can get to witnessing such things for sport in the modern age -- however false, it does so satisfy ). "no -- i suppose i shall see. i will enjoy this, yes ??"

“If I’m lucky.” Deadpool follows his wife through the subterranean tunnels. The torches on the wall cast long shadows as they pass and the flicker of his flamethrower illuminates the path just ahead of them. The stakes secured at his side, the bandolier of holy water hand grenades slung across his chest, and the flamethrower make him an imposing sight for any bloodsucker. He would still place money on Shiklah being the more intimidating presence any day. In a hushed tone he asks: “Do you think any of them have made it this far? I don’t hear anything.”

having her husband rallied to her cause is, admittedly, VERY SEXY of him. and, while taking him in the dark shadows of the catacombs is very tempting with him so well-equipped, she would like to do so bathed in the blood of their enemies. "it is because they are cowards," she says, walking without fear; walking like a queen. "the straggler you witnessed me vanquish with was not alone when i caught him. his companions ventured deeper. of course, they are not well-fed down here, so to dispose of them should not be too difficult."

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“Yeah baby, honestly Saw VI is really of the moment, there’s a real Luigi Mangione vibe about it, mostly ‘cause we all love to see ol’ Jigsaw torture the insurance company CEO.” Ignoring the fact that this thread began before that was even a cultural touchstone… “Now where’d I put the remote?”  

"is he not still a plumber ?? " shiklah asks thoughtfully ( luigi is a strange name, surely her husband speaks of the only one she knows !! ). though she is unsure exactly of what an insurance company ceo is, or what he has to do with modern day plumbing, shiklah is always excited to witness a torture. "perhaps it fell between the cushions."

“A fire starter? My love, please, I always bring the heat wherever I go.” The flamethrower he pulls from some holster on his back, well, who knows where it came from? It’s been a few years, let it be. “This is Charlene McGee, she’ll build us a real good pyre. These vampires are not invited, let’s go make ‘em pray to a God they don’t believe in.”

it is DELIGHT which overcomes her expression at his choice of weapon. the vampires are a plight that shiklah fears she will never fully eradicate, but those in opposition at hand are also due for their PUNISHMENT. although her husband's reference goes over her head, the message is well received. "how i love you," she steals a kiss from his cheek before bypassing him. "come !!"

His hand slides onto her hip as he moves closer to her. "How about we go and find out." He suggests, his eyes meeting hers.

"make haste, lucifer," she agrees, her hand moving up against his chest. shiklah's head tilts just so, smile spread across her painted lips as she looks up at him. "and lead the way."