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His current stance seemed to resemble prehistoric man, the way he holds the meat close as he eat along with the way he was crouching. His face was still bleeding due to the painful scratches he forgot about making, but it didn't faze the hungry cannibalistic mutant. The blood was more like an extra taste on his meat as it dripped down, making James a little more happy. However, there was still one problem... "Thirsty thirsty thirsty." He spoke after each chomp, after that he continued eating, muttering indistinguishable words which pointed a lot to his past. Too bad he spoke too fast and crazy for the words to be known.
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She stopped in midsentence when she heard a creaking in the vents. She'd apparently not been the only one. Rebecca had heard it too.
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Rebecca got up and walked over to open it, the comic book in hand. She opened the door and stared at the man standing there. He was wearing the Deadpool suit, along with the weapons attached to it. "M'lady, let Mister Deadpool in" he said, letting himself in. Rebecca stared after him in awe.
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Movement in the room caused Cyrus to pull out of his spider, leaving it unguarded in it's business. He looked over at his mad friend. "You've scratched your face up completely. You ought to let me look at that later, I'm sure there's a first aid kit somewhere."
Cyrus dug through his bag and offered James the extra water bottle he'd kept for the hike up there. He'd bought it for James back at the village but he hadn't really asked for a drink at all. "Here.....wash that down with some of this when you're through."
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That was when his sight was filled with the bottle of water held out at him, knowing what it contains, James quickly snatched the water and tapped it several times trying to work out how to open it. It didn't take long until his thirst became impatient, allowing james to bite hard into the side of the bottle, breaking it open along with the plastic cuttin his lip and gum. Without cleaning his face, James simply poured the water into his mouth, making a mess as he did so, soaking himself with blooded water until it was empty.
The bottle was cast away with a quick throw, allowing James to keep at his crouching position as he played with his wet clothing out of boredom. "Soldier. Kill. Eat." He spoke, drawing on the dusted ground detailed picture of the mute along with several different ways to hunt and kill him.
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Time: Currently 1:34 here
(sorry didn't mean to tag Dragoon)
Drake threw the comic book behind him and said "That was the old Deadpool, this is the new" Drake handed her a white binder with stuff drawn in red crayon. He tapped Rebecca on the shoulder. "Read that. It's got good Deadpool video game ideas. I'd be much oblidged if you'd make me a video game" Drake said. Rebecca looked at him, puzzled. He thinks I can make a video game? I don't even know how to use an Xbox, let alone make a video game! Drake walked over to Neema. "Now who are you?" he asked her.
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Time of Day: Afternoon
Flicker nodded along as he received the instructions on the screen and flicked his head up to see Neema's curly brown hair. He waved and then responded to her question by signing, "There's a group of these mutants that call themselves the 'Red Republic'. They're a gang of bad mutants, mutants that want to see the world burn and humans are calling on us to stop them." He scratched his chin intrigued in the prompt he was given and he snickered. "To think, humans asking for our help... But the outcome turns out well for us. They promise a lump sum of supplies and one of the mutants they have captured." He stood himself up after leaning on the desk and then signed, "Yet, it could still be a trap. I'm not sure if we should accept it."
Morgan moved his eyes around the room, tilting his head and signing calmly, "Who's that at the door? He's wearing Deadpool's uniform."
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Cyrus chuckled, "Yes aid, madman. You can be quite amusing and terrifying at the same time. Not sure if I like it or find it disturbing....I guess both."
Cyrus raised his eyebrows as James struggled shortly with the water-bottle before tearing it open with his teeth. At that Cyrus grimaced. "I spent money on that you know! Next time I'm getting you a damned dog bowl." He crossed his arms and was about to check back in on his spider when he noticed what James was drawing in the dust.
"You will not kill him, Madman. Save your hatred for the humans. It's them we need to eliminate."
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Time: Currently 1:46 here
Drake walked into the kitchen and swung open the fridge door. He threw out the milk, the ketchup, and the mustard. "Come on, where's the goddamn beer?" He said, right before pulling out two bottles. He swung closed the fridge door, and uncapped both beer bottles. He drank some out of both and sighed. "Whats the point, I can't get drunk anyone because I heal" But then he just shrugged and started drinking more.
Rebecca walked into the corridor, studying Deadpool's book. Then she heard someone shivering. She turned her head to see poor Dragoon turning into a lizardsicle. She walked over to him, and fumbled in her jacket pockets, finally pulling out a flashlight. She turned it on and put the light beam on Dragoon. She waited for him to get warm, hoping it wouldn't be too late.
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Time: 1:46
The world had gotten dark for the draconian mutant, his limbs and long since ceased to function properly and could only shake violently against his side as his muscles tried to desperately warm him up, his wings were folded around his body in an attempt to keep what little heat there was, in truth he did not expect his life would last for more than a few moments.
It was then suddenly that he saw, dimly through his leather membranes, the shining of a light, whoever it was out there had discovered him and was hopefully trying to save him. With a force of effort he pushed own the wing that covered the beam of light and exposed his face. First one set of eyelids opened, then the smaller thinner set he used for flying, with one yellow eye he looked around feebly, not being able to make out who was holding the light, he just hoped that his eyes told them just how close to death he was.
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Time: Afternoon
Rebecca said "Come on, Dragoon. Your going to be fine. Just fine. Here" She took off her jacket and put it on him, still shining the flashlight on him. She turned the lights and heater on. Maybe that would help. She hoped so. "Dragoon, open your eyes. Spread your wings" She coaxed.
Drake sat down at the small table in the kitchen. He had just finished off the beer. Now he was lazy. Then he got an idea. "Ha! I'm glad I was in Boyscouts!" he smirked, pulling out a knife. He bent over the table and carved in the sentence "Deadpool was not here" in all caps in the middle of the table. "I hope they know I was not here" He said, standing up. He sat down on the floor. He had bashed the beer bottles on the floor. He started to put them back together.
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Time: Currently 2:06 here.
"That's not going to be enough." Neema slowly approached the dragon mutant. She hadn't forgotten about what had transpired earlier with him and approached cautiously. She took a deep breath and concentrated on the light, reaching a hand out towards it. If there was one thing she could say she enjoyed the past couples years, it was finally getting a decent hold on her abilities. The beam of light from Rebecca's flashlight began to expand over the dragon mutant until a thin, layer of it had shaped to his body. She allowed the light to provide enough warmth for him. He looked close to harmless now but still remained cautious while in his presence. She waited for him to wake up.
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James chuckled along with his friend, unsure as to why they were laughing. But he then flinched at Cyrus' quick mood change, feeling saddened and scared at his words. "Bowl. Thirsty." He muttered as he removed his drawings.
That's right, the soldier gave him a place to live which is warm and safe, along with those bread biscuit things. "Human. Kill. Eat. Survive."
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Time: 2:06PM
"Dragoon, open your eyes. Spread your wings"
The words had a greater effect on his mind than would be expected. They were the words his own father had said one spring morning. The morning he had ever flown, the memory filled him with such joy that to single lay down and die would be a weakness. He slowly felt the warmth seep through his body, he looked amazed at the cover of light and warmth that surrounded his body. First his limbs stretched out, then his fingers twisted as warmth and life returned to him. He pushed himself to his feet and with a gentle rustling his wings folded out and then back into place, he stood up slightly, leaning on the wall as he did so. He knew there was a sure-fire way of warming himself up now. He turn and looked down the empty end of the corridor, standing now unaided he opened his jaw and let loose a great jet of flame, easily 20 feet long. The effect on his body was instant, with a whoop he turned and flexed and stretched himself, glad once more to have life. He turned to the two girls, a wolfish smile on his scaled face. "Thank you. Both of you." He said, in his rich voice.
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Time: Afternoon
Rebecca smiled. "I couldn't just leave you to be a lizardsicle. That would suck. Your a mutant, like the rest of us. You deserve to be a part of the X-men, not to die at their feet" she told him, though she had not expected to hear herself speak so nobly. She looked at her feet. She felt something warm inside, something that made her feel...weird. Like she had a connection with him. Maybe it was that he was the first one to talk to her. Maybe it was that she was the first one to notice him...maybe it was because she just saved his life. She didn't know. But then her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Deadpool run up. "Woah, Dragon boy, my name is Deadpool, now who and what the hell are you?" Deadpool asked, while constantly shaking Dragoon's hand.