#deadpoolunofficial

altered carbon prompts

Tapered points curl reflexively at the claim aired, listening without looking at the stranger directly. Keeping his eyes fixed on a more important target for the time being, his initial reaction jumps at the chance to suggest that it's a statement founded, prematurely, on scant exposure, an icebreaker designed to split apart the frigidity of the unfamiliar. Had he any appetite for the attempt made, he would've commended the effort, shot back with something equally passable, if only to seem as approachable as his predecessor.

"Give it time, you'll change your mind." Feeling disinclined, indifference triumphs over friendliness, as a gradual pulling back of raised arm and flex of tendons see a set of drawn talons retract. Having dealt with the danger present, a visible ease soon broke over his massive form, as further along the same raised limb, arm blades vanish from sight, dissolving like crimson motes of light.

The standdown in offensive stance promoted a somewhat promising reception, displaying signs that tensions had thawed enough that the Spider found himself in the mind to entertain the talkative mercenary; at least for the amount of time that it would take him to prepare and secure the unconscious anomaly, lying on the ground between both males, for transport.

Greetings. I'm Sato, just coming off an overly fancy charity auction dinner! It was very tiring. I channeled my inner-frowny face the entire time.

Icebreaker question! If you had the opportunity to go to a fancy dinner, what would be the fancy thing you'd try to eat your weight in to eat?

"You're more durable than you look." On reflection, he had known the amount of force he'd put into the throw, could visualise the car, still in perfect condition, that he targetted as the spot to aim for, once he had the man hoisted above the ground. Having tired of the talkative mercenary's endless yammering, a brief scuffle had broken out, claws flashing in the glow of discharged ammunition as the other man tried to retaliate.

"Hrrr... Annoyingly fast, too." Reluctant to admit to it, it's only after he created distance, and as the unknown stranger apparently began to heal that Miguel acknowledges the growing smear of blood bloom along his side, just above the left hip. Unluckily for him, the bullet hadn't exited his back, leading in turn to a measure of discomfort that nearly made him lose his balance, staggering ever so slightly.

Huh? What exactly did he just get referred to as? Part of him is almost hesitant to ask, the strangeness of it seen in the creasing of his mask, whilst another demands an explanation. But neither is destined to see daylight, for a secretive third type of reaction is selected instead, a weary sigh that flows out of his hidden mouth and drops his shoulders in the same motion.

"It could be better." Shock, he's felt far better than his present state before, where clenched knuckles are practically tapping on the door of exhaustion, and he's unable to muster more energy than what's needed to speak. Which in itself has its drawbacks, with the mercenary finding the Spider not on the fringes of the Society or engrossed in another anomaly hunt, but in a state... somewhere in-between.

Where the only company kept is the weak flame of a makeshift fire, putting out the kind of warmth that's not going to stave off the biting cold for more than hour, at which he'd need to move on again.

I should learn how to draw wade on my own actually :u, he has a reference/design, I'm just not gonna do my noseless boy justice.

Years of being in hiding from the superhero world, all its drama and heartbreak - Copycat was never expecting to see her ex again. They hadn't exactly left things on a good note.

She had to go back to the States for a job Cable had hired her for. "I need a good spy," he'd said, "You're the best metamorph in the business," he'd said. Yeah, more like he wanted to help her get out of her depression. At least he was trying, in his own way.