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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 19:54:23 GMT -5
[[ yeah. but no, it was pretty good. don't let the tumblr stans scare you. ]]
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Nov 6, 2016 21:00:37 GMT -5
the casting is racists but it was still a good movie lol really screws with ur eyes tho anyways hello guess who's here to ruin ur fun and join
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 6, 2016 21:06:16 GMT -5
Wade strolled through the base, gate loose as he was pretty sure he was alone (well, he was never really alone, cause the audience was always watching, but he didn't really care to much about their opinion). He'd pulled up his mask to comfortably eat a piece of pizza that he had snagged from one of the multiple fridges around this place. How Stark managed to still get pizza in the middle of the apocalypse baffled him, but he wasn't complaining. So, with the apparent absence of anyone from this wing of their little-big headquarters, he ducked into one of the worn down lounges and flopped onto the couch, feet on the back of it, hanging upside down as he ate the mushroom pizza crust first. Directly in his line of vision was a large 'window.' It wasn't really a window. The aboveground part of the base had been destroyed long ago by that big purple d*ckwad out there, but it was window-like enough. The 'sun' shone through, and the trees rustled. "Pretty little birds," Wade muttered to himself as a group of them fluttered past, like they did every twenty minutes or so. He didn't even think that trees existed anymore, but Stark's little slices of pre-global annihilation could pretty much look like anything. They were normally set on cheery sights though. Gotta keep up that moral, huh? Wade munched on his pizza as he thought about it. His moral was perfectly great, but then again he was a total idiot and didn't really care about the severity of this situation anyways, so there was that. Everyone else was pretty somber though. It gave Wade the great pleasure of being their court jester. (I sowwy for not replying ;_; And sorry again if this reply is lame xc I sat at my keyboard earlier for a while just trying to think about how to get Rynqin into the scene ;~; I don't expect the reply to be matched, so don't try if you don't see fit!)
Then, seeming to appear out of nowhere nearby, was Ryinqin. No teleportation or portal opening (even though he could open portals), instead just having the weird ability of being freakishly quiet.
Running a hand through his ginger curls, he yawned and said "No one's been around, so here I am." Honestly, the hybrid just didn't go looking for anyone. He's willing to talk to anyone around the little base, and Wade was the closest person around when Rynqin returned. Plopping down on the floor nearby, he laid onto his back, horn glinting a little. After he did, he asked "So, what's been going on? Mr. Purple still a pain in the rear to fight?" The alien child hadn't been back to Earth in a long while, but last time he had been around, he'd witnessed what went down. The invasions, the fighting, the usual.
Did Rynqin like fighting? Absolutely. If the fighting was unnecessary though? The hybrid was the first to leave. He had just as much a reason to stay as the fight needed to be had. Still, he got bored eventually. With a swish of his hand, his warhammer appeared. Toying around, and lifting it like a weight, he muttered as he busied himself "If there's anyone else to serve as other than war fodder?"
That little bit was meant to be a little less than public though, not that Rynqin cared. Looking over at Wade again, his hazel eyes studied him as he awaited a response. As he waited, he noticed his stomach growl in hunger. He wasn't going to go get anything to eat just yet, as he technically started conversation. Especially if "Deadpool" decided to answer, it would be no less than rude to just leave. Sighing, his green gaze looked away briefly to toy with his warhammer again, twirling it around like the toy it wasn't. And to think, Rynqin was among the best warriors around. He spent his time obsessing over glitter and how good his horn looked.
Still laying on his back, he giggled softly when his stomach growled again. Yeah... Rynqin was that interestingly random individual who changed thoughts, subjects and emotions whatever he saw fit, even if others didn't.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 21:16:01 GMT -5
the casting is racists but it was still a good movie lol really screws with ur eyes tho anyways hello guess who's here to ruin ur fun and join [[ v true. if i had gone to the 3D i would've like 100% died. but yes join pal. ]]
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Nov 6, 2016 21:22:01 GMT -5
man i went to it in 3d after having spent two hours setting up an art show at my school and helping to fix the lighting aka my eyes were double screwed over
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 21:26:18 GMT -5
Wade strolled through the base, gate loose as he was pretty sure he was alone (well, he was never really alone, cause the audience was always watching, but he didn't really care to much about their opinion). He'd pulled up his mask to comfortably eat a piece of pizza that he had snagged from one of the multiple fridges around this place. How Stark managed to still get pizza in the middle of the apocalypse baffled him, but he wasn't complaining. So, with the apparent absence of anyone from this wing of their little-big headquarters, he ducked into one of the worn down lounges and flopped onto the couch, feet on the back of it, hanging upside down as he ate the mushroom pizza crust first. Directly in his line of vision was a large 'window.' It wasn't really a window. The aboveground part of the base had been destroyed long ago by that big purple d*ckwad out there, but it was window-like enough. The 'sun' shone through, and the trees rustled. "Pretty little birds," Wade muttered to himself as a group of them fluttered past, like they did every twenty minutes or so. He didn't even think that trees existed anymore, but Stark's little slices of pre-global annihilation could pretty much look like anything. They were normally set on cheery sights though. Gotta keep up that moral, huh? Wade munched on his pizza as he thought about it. His moral was perfectly great, but then again he was a total idiot and didn't really care about the severity of this situation anyways, so there was that. Everyone else was pretty somber though. It gave Wade the great pleasure of being their court jester. (I sowwy for not replying ;_; And sorry again if this reply is lame xc I sat at my keyboard earlier for a while just trying to think about how to get Rynqin into the scene ;~; I don't expect the reply to be matched, so don't try if you don't see fit!)
Then, seeming to appear out of nowhere nearby, was Ryinqin. No teleportation or portal opening (even though he could open portals), instead just having the weird ability of being freakishly quiet.
Running a hand through his ginger curls, he yawned and said "No one's been around, so here I am." Honestly, the hybrid just didn't go looking for anyone. He's willing to talk to anyone around the little base, and Wade was the closest person around when Rynqin returned. Plopping down on the floor nearby, he laid onto his back, horn glinting a little. After he did, he asked "So, what's been going on? Mr. Purple still a pain in the rear to fight?" The alien child hadn't been back to Earth in a long while, but last time he had been around, he'd witnessed what went down. The invasions, the fighting, the usual.
Did Rynqin like fighting? Absolutely. If the fighting was unnecessary though? The hybrid was the first to leave. He had just as much a reason to stay as the fight needed to be had. Still, he got bored eventually. With a swish of his hand, his warhammer appeared. Toying around, and lifting it like a weight, he muttered as he busied himself "If there's anyone else to serve as other than war fodder?"
That little bit was meant to be a little less than public though, not that Rynqin cared. Looking over at Wade again, his hazel eyes studied him as he awaited a response. As he waited, he noticed his stomach growl in hunger. He wasn't going to go get anything to eat just yet, as he technically started conversation. Especially if "Deadpool" decided to answer, it would be no less than rude to just leave. Sighing, his green gaze looked away briefly to toy with his warhammer again, twirling it around like the toy it wasn't. And to think, Rynqin was among the best warriors around. He spent his time obsessing over glitter and how good his horn looked.
Still laying on his back, he giggled softly when his stomach growled again. Yeah... Rynqin was that interestingly random individual who changed thoughts, subjects and emotions whatever he saw fit, even if others didn't. [[ yo, it's okay. i feel that. ]]
"Well, if it isn't Ryan!" Wade exclaimed, immediately pulling his red and black mask down over his pockmarked chin, but still seeming to manage to eat the pizza, even without an obvious mouth hole to get it through. He knew full well that the name of the man-boy in front of him wasn't Ryan though. It was something like Ryble or Robin or something less basic like that, but how was Wade supposed to know. It wasn't his job to keep track of all of the weirdos that popped in and out of here, especially the young ones. The only teenager he liked was Negasonic Teenage Warhead, well, sometimes. She was a little brat. "If you must know, Mr. Purple is still being a pain in the ass! I heard he wiped out Moscow yesterday. Have you ever been to Moscow, Ryan? Well, I mean, you can't go now, but I heard it's great for the communism and the dictatorship and stuff." Wade took another bite of pizza, jaw working the mask up and down, and white 'eyes' bugging sarcastically as he stared at the man-rhino in front of him. Why did he have a horn? He would have to remember to ask about it obnoxiously and in front of a lot of people someday.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 21:26:46 GMT -5
man i went to it in 3d after having spent two hours setting up an art show at my school and helping to fix the lighting aka my eyes were double screwed over [[ i would have actually legit died ]]
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Nov 6, 2016 21:30:43 GMT -5
dang i feel like i should claim a cannon character but i also dont think i know any of them well enough to rp them :c
do i go with literal ball of sunshine oc or literal death goddess oc or- oh hey would it be okay if i had a character who is an asgardian criminal (stole a relic)?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 21:55:44 GMT -5
dang i feel like i should claim a cannon character but i also dont think i know any of them well enough to rp them :c do i go with literal ball of sunshine oc or literal death goddess oc or- oh hey would it be okay if i had a character who is an asgardian criminal (stole a relic)? [[ hey hey hey that's cool w me ]]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 6, 2016 22:11:21 GMT -5
(Sorry for short post. My phone is about to die)
"I've been everywhere on this dung heap," Rynqin answered with a yawn "And then just about everywhere off of this planet. So fascinate me with something else, please." The curly haired "weirdo" actually dwarfed the age of every human on Earth. Combined, and then a lot more than that. So he's had the time to do some touring. Sitting up, he continued, even though Wade knew, somewhat "My name is Rynqin, by the way. I thought you were smart enough to at least not butcher my name so horribly."
He sighed, and freed one of his hands from holding his weapon. Scratching his side, Rynqin bent his brows. Was this conversion not exactly to his liking so far? Yeah. Still, he was going to talk with Wade anyway. There was nothing much else to do anyway, so whatever. Even if the other half of the conversation was a bottle of sarcasm. Rynqin liked "difficult" people though, because talking with them was much more fun. And yes, he found all sorts of ways to have fun, even during a war with a purple titan and ugly aliens.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 22:18:31 GMT -5
(Sorry for short post. My phone is about to die)
"I've been everywhere on this dung heap," Rynqin answered with a yawn "And then just about everywhere off of this planet. So fascinate me with something else, please." The curly haired "weirdo" actually dwarfed the age of every human on Earth. Combined, and then a lot more than that. So he's had the time to do some touring. Sitting up, he continued, even though Wade knew, somewhat "My name is Rynqin, by the way. I thought you were smart enough to at least not butcher my name so horribly."
He sighed, and freed one of his hands from holding his weapon. Scratching his side, Rynqin bent his brows. Was this conversion not exactly to his liking so far? Yeah. Still, he was going to talk with Wade anyway. There was nothing much else to do anyway, so whatever. Even if the other half of the conversation was a bottle of sarcasm. [[ it's gucci. i gotta hit the hay soon anyways. ]]
Wade listened, finishing off the crust of the pizza with a crunch as he righted himself on the couch, crumbs falling from his chin and down onto his lap as he sat Indian-style, palms of his hands balancing his pointed chin. "Oh yes, I forgot, you're from Asgard. Land of ponies and rainbows and sexism. How lovely." He yawned, scratching his eyes on the outside of his mask. He didn't know an Asgardian he liked. Thor was bland, Loki was annoying, the rest of them all looked the same... it was horrible. "But, anyways, Riachu, what brings you back down here, hm? The food? The people? I thought you weren't too interested in all of this." Wade waved his arms around, gesturing to the grim colors of the bunker, despite the window. The rest was a palette of grey and whites and blacks, worn, old. It wasn't like they had time for many nice things.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 6, 2016 22:57:56 GMT -5
"Much more lovely than a realm who's favorite pastime is to kill things and make sport of it." Rynqin knew Asgard wasn't exactly a superstar place either, but Earth was just ridiculous sometimes. They should've killed themselves off long ago.
"I wasn't even born near Asgard," Rynqin said simply, watching as Wade changed positions "My father was a native though." Yeah, he hung around for a while, but was actually nothing like the locals of Asgard, and it would be unfit to call him one. When Wade asked what brought him back, he answered "It is in the nature of idiots to destroy themselves. I could use the entertainment." Rynqin did like some of the things on Earth, but not so much that he would stay for long periods of time. Running a hand over the Sleipnir skull of his warhammer, his hazel eyes found something else to concentrate on. As he felt the glazed-over bone, he went on "Would you still be here if you were able to leave? Or would you continue to be so dim and stay?" Rynqin's boredom wasn't really even a valid reason for his return. Many other planets and realms had better activities to partake in. The hybrid shook his head a little, scratching his horn briefly before laying on his side.
"And, good job at that second attempt on my name. Just push your brain a little harder, and you'll disappoint me even less, Wade."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2016 23:18:47 GMT -5
"Much more lovely than a realm who's favorite pastime is to kill things and make sport of it." Rynqin knew Asgard wasn't exactly a superstar place either, but Earth was just ridiculous sometimes. They should've killed themselves off long ago.
"I wasn't even born near Asgard," Rynqin said simply, watching as Wade changed positions "My father was a native though." Yeah, he hung around for a while, but was actually nothing like the locals of Asgard, and it would be unfit to call him one. When Wade asked what brought him back, he answered "It is in the nature of idiots to destroy themselves. I could use the entertainment." Rynqin did like some of the things on Earth, but not so much that he would stay for long periods of time. Running a hand over the Sleipnir skull of his warhammer, his hazel eyes found something else to concentrate on. As he felt the glazed-over bone, he went on "Would you still be here if you were able to leave? Or would you continue to be so dim and stay?" Rynqin's boredom wasn't really even a valid reason for his return. Many other planets and realms had better activities to partake in. The hybrid shook his head a little, scratching his horn briefly before laying on his side.
"And, good job at that second attempt on my name. Just push your brain a little harder, and you'll disappoint me even less, Wade." Wade sat there, tilting his head back and forth like a child as he listen to Rynqin speak. He even let him finish, though he wasn't really listening to much. In his own head, it went a bit like this: "Blah, blah, blah, realm that kills things. Blah, blah, Asgard. Blah, blah, idiots, blah, entertainment, blah, would you leave? Blah, blah, blah, blah, stay." The rest of it was a blur from there, but he managed to formulate a pretty relevant reply anyways, despite his incredible lackof any sort of attention at all. "No, I think I would stay, Rory. You see, despite my pizza face, Earth people dig me. Maybe they dig you too if you were less..." he gestured to the one man's face, and you could just tell that a smile was growing under the mask as he pronounced carefully, "horny."
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Post by flamerune on Nov 7, 2016 8:28:21 GMT -5
(( YAAASSS ))
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Post by flamerune on Nov 7, 2016 8:31:19 GMT -5
Strange lifted his head, looking at the other man. His eyes narrowed a bit as he studied the 'Winter Soldier', before he cleared his throat and shrugged. "Sure." He replied, scowling at his cape, which had decided to start stroking his cheek with its fabric, "Stop that." He hissed. "Eggs and toast okay?" Bucky asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder as Strange told something to 'stop that.' He was pretty sure it wasn't him, because he wasn't even looking in Bucky's direction, but he still asked, "Stop what?" He then turned back to his cooking, stirring the eggs about with one hand and popping four pieces of toast into the toaster oven next to him, turning it on with his elbow, precariously. Strange shrugged, "That's good, thanks." He couldn't help but laugh at his question, "Nothing, talking to the cloak." He pulled a face, as if he just noticed how weird that sounded. He facepalmed, and shook his head. He sighed, and made his way to a wooden chair and sat down on it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 20:54:43 GMT -5
"Eggs and toast okay?" Bucky asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder as Strange told something to 'stop that.' He was pretty sure it wasn't him, because he wasn't even looking in Bucky's direction, but he still asked, "Stop what?" He then turned back to his cooking, stirring the eggs about with one hand and popping four pieces of toast into the toaster oven next to him, turning it on with his elbow, precariously. Strange shrugged, "That's good, thanks." He couldn't help but laugh at his question, "Nothing, talking to the cloak." He pulled a face, as if he just noticed how weird that sounded. He facepalmed, and shook his head. He sighed, and made his way to a wooden chair and sat down on it. "It talks?" Bucky asked, partially kidding, partially wondering if it did talk and you needed some kind of magic or something like that to be able to hear it. The whole concept of magic was baffling to him, more baffling than all this technology, which he was mostly acquainted with by now. Or, had been acquainted with by his HYDRA handlers.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 20:55:30 GMT -5
(Can I bring Melody [my oc] in when people can be out of the bunker? Or is it possible that since she's decided to ignore her powers she's being a normal human and... are the normal humans in bunkers or something as well?) [[ i can have one of my charries go outside and find her or someone else can? ]]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2016 22:09:58 GMT -5
[[ whatever you want. ]]
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 8:56:23 GMT -5
Stephen couldn't help but snort at Bucky's question. "No, it doesn't talk. It just has a mind of its own." He replied, just acting as if that was a normal thing for a cape to do. He leaned back in the chair, letting out a long yawn before sitting back up. His mind began to drift, and he stared down at his trembling hands, his eyes dark. His face was expressionless as he fell deep into thought.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 10:00:21 GMT -5
Stephen couldn't help but snort at Bucky's question. "No, it doesn't talk. It just has a mind of its own." He replied, just acting as if that was a normal thing for a cape to do. He leaned back in the chair, letting out a long yawn before sitting back up. His mind began to drift, and he stared down at his trembling hands, his eyes dark. His face was expressionless as he fell deep into thought. Bucky smiled slightly, continuing to cook. He let Strange have his silence, but he did put the plate down in front of him with a bit of unnecessary grandeur when the eggs and toast were done. "There you go," he said, turning to go back to the stove and make his own plate. He had a prosthetic in his room, but it wasn't like it moved, so for right now he was cooking with one arm.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 10:05:01 GMT -5
The man couldn't help but grin at Bucky's dramatic presentation. "Thank you." He nodded thankfully. He looked down at the plate and shrugged. He hadn't had a basic American breakfast in a while, but he wasn't complaining. He grabbed a fork, and dug into the eggs. His eyes sparkled as he savored the taste. He was done with the plate in a few minutes. His cloak kept trying to wipe his face, and Strange scowled, "Stop!" He complained, shoving the cloak away. He shook his head and got up, quickly rinsing off the dish.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 10:42:47 GMT -5
The man couldn't help but grin at Bucky's dramatic presentation. "Thank you." He nodded thankfully. He looked down at the plate and shrugged. He hadn't had a basic American breakfast in a while, but he wasn't complaining. He grabbed a fork, and dug into the eggs. His eyes sparkled as he savored the taste. He was done with the plate in a few minutes. His cloak kept trying to wipe his face, and Strange scowled, "Stop!" He complained, shoving the cloak away. He shook his head and got up, quickly rinsing off the dish. Bucky chuckled as he leaned against the stove eggs and toast sitting on the counter as he picked up them with his fork. "So, is it like Thor's hammer?" he questioned, meaning the cloak, of course. He was pretty sure that Thor's hammer was enchanted, at least, and he guessed that the cloak probably was as well. He had no idea about magic though. It wasn't like he could do it.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 10:46:50 GMT -5
Strange frowned, "Personally, I have no idea. All I know is that it saved my life, and wouldn't leave me alone." He shrugged, and turned to face Bucky. "Seriously, I have no idea how the relics work." He chuckled softly, messing with the ring on his finger.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 10:51:01 GMT -5
"Well, I mean, I have no idea what a relic is, so..." Bucky laughed, placing his toast on top of the toaster and putting his clean plate in the sink, before grabbing the toast, "don't suppose there's one anywhere out there that can replace an arm?" He glanced up at the ceiling, chuckling to himself ever so softly.
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 10:53:36 GMT -5
"Not that I know of, no." He replied with a shrug. "So, what exactly are we supposed to do, hidden away down here?" He finally spoke the question that had been bothering him since this all started.
(( Should we have an attack or something soon?))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 11:01:42 GMT -5
"Stark has a system set up to inform us of attacks, it goes off and alerts the compound with an..." just as he was about to speak, an alarm suddenly blared, a jus a little bit of plaster reigned down from the ceiling, "an alarm. Like that. Well that's just f*cking convenient." He took a deep breath, forgetting about his toast and taking a step away from the counter. He wasn't sure where anyone else was, so he said simply, "We should go and... go and check that out."
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Post by flamerune on Nov 8, 2016 11:04:20 GMT -5
Strange snorted, and straightened up. "So, where do we meet?" He asked, genuinely confused. Usually, he knew where the attack was, and he would just open a portal, so this was all frustrating him. Strange preferred to work in small groups, not in one giant underground network.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 11:18:41 GMT -5
Strange snorted, and straightened up. "So, where do we meet?" He asked, genuinely confused. Usually, he knew where the attack was, and he would just open a portal, so this was all frustrating him. Strange preferred to work in small groups, not in one giant underground network. "Normally one of the hangers, come on," Bucky said. He was still in a hoodie and sweatpants, but that was fine. There was gear in the hanger for him to use, and probably a movable prosthetic he could hook up to himself somewhere. Who was in the base right now he wasn't sure though, so he just began to walk, hoping that Strange would just take the queue to follow.
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