Faith for the faithless? [Dillon]

[Deadpool]

Characters Appearing: Deadpool and Dillon
Time of Day: Night
Location(s): Behind a church
Previous Thread Name/Info: N/A
NPCs Used: N/A
Plot Summary: Deadpool finds himself in a tough spot after an unfortunate failure to capture a target he was hired to take down.

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Things had been going extremely well earlier in the day. A nice breakfast at Denny's; a mild shopping excursion (meaning for weapons); lunch at a Japanese style restaurant; finally hunting his target. And can you believe there was money to spare after eating out and buying new toys? Sure it was only like fifty cents but it was something Deadpool was proud of. It went straight into his ceramic pink piggy bank just before heading out to find his target.

The one thing that Deadpool didn't expect is that his target somehow knew he was coming. Of course it ended badly for both sides. Just Deadpool will live to see another day unlike the few minions that took a bullet to the face or gutted by a katana. Almost... just almost did the Merc with a Mouth get his prize in the building. Except he got sideswiped by two really big guys at the last second.

Pretty much like a very bad mini-boss coming out of nowhere just before the final boss. Just takes you by surprise and the last thing Deadpool knew was taking on Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber. Everything seemed to happen so fast, then black. Black like the blackest depths of Hell with no lights.

'Yo, Bea Arthur in a bikini!' The voice in his head rang through loud and clear. To the point it caused him a headache and he groaned. "I swear I'm stabbing my head if you are bluffing," he said as he went to get up. "Hm, y'know this may be a bit of a problem." His eyes focused on his mangled limbs broken in every direction. Not to mention the blood stains and rips in his red and black spandex.

Deadpool went to look at his surroundings from where he lay on the ground. The grass was long like no one has cut it in months and the building looked in even worse repair. The glass panes in the window got him to groan loudly. "Why couldn't they have picked a better place to dump me? I'm not a church goer," he stated as he either was needing to wait for some (un)fortunate soul to swing by to straighten out at least one of his arms or if he got bored enough to try and start waddling his way into civilization.

[Dillon]

Dillon once again found himself wandering through town. Something that was becoming very much a habit for him now. But then again--it had always been a habit for him. He still held onto his nomadic tendencies from the time he spent driving around the desert wastelands and living in his car. It was habit more then anything else now. That need to just move. He didn't care if it was by walking, driving ... or what have you. He just physically couldn't stay in one place for too long. It simple drove him crazy.

Where was he going one might ask. No one in particular really. He never had any particular place to go when he sat out in these walk till you drop ventures. And he was okay with that. He wasn't one to complain to begin with. These wanderings never really lead to much. The occasional run in with so and so...the talk with this person and that person. And every once in awhile there was something big that happened. But all in all..it was just a way to get rid of the extra energy that coursed through him. And it was a futile attempt to exhaust himself so much that he didn't have any nightmares. Yeah so far that part of it never worked out. But it was exercise if nothing else.

He looked around noticing that he hasn't been quite this far out before. And that's when he saw the old dilapidated church. He gave a short laugh. A church. Huh. He had never been to a church in his life (that he knew of) and even then, he wasn't big on the religion thing. God? Heaven and hell? Angels and demons? It made no sense to him. He figured that if it was all real then this life wouldn't really matter then would it?

He was about to walk off when he couldn't help but think that something was wrong. He didn't know what but he knew he couldn't just pass it off as nothing. Being a ranger thought him to follow your instincts if nothing else. He wandered deeper into the grass and got a surprise he didn't really expect. He saw the other laying there...then the blood...then his legs and arms!

"Oh shit!" he yelped out obviously stunned at the other's obvious injuries. Dillon paled a little as he saw the twisted limbs and bloodied body. Oh god please let this guy be alive! Oh crap...oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. What was he supposed to do?! "Uhhh okay...you'll be all right. I'll get someone to help..." Dillon never freaked out that bad. Never. But seeing the other so badly hurt....it shook him...he wasn't going to lie...okay get help first then panic....but help first! Yes let's get out priorities straight now!

[Deadpool]

Footsteps! The soft crunch of grass caught Deadpool's attention. That actually meant he wasn't going to be stuck here forever. "Yo! Over here!" he called out, despite he didn't have to. Only to prove to the other that he is in fact alive with mangled limbs. 'I hope it's a chick.' 'Damn. It's not.' Deadpool's face fell upon the voices in his head getting his hopes up then crushing them when he saw that it was a guy in a black leather jacket. At least he figured that jacket is made out of leather.

He rolled his eyes upon the other's shrieks of panic. Did he never see a mangled body before? At least he wasn't put in a wood chipper or had his limbs literally chopped off and thrown everywhere like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. That would have been less painful due to being made out of straw but the fact is he wasn't. "Yeah, yeah. Enough with the girly screaming. All I need you to do is straighten out one of my arms and I'll be good as new. That look makes me believe you don't believe me. Hey, I got a healing factor and I've healed from worse" he stated to Dillon.

Seriously one arm and he could fix the rest of his limbs. Sure they would need to be broken again but that was nothing. Deadpool narrowed his eyes at Dillon and the white lenses of his mask mirrored the look. "Don't tell me you're a pansy with breaking bones. Just what I need an emo jock that's afraid of hurting people. No wonder they threw me behind a church." He looked at all the dried blood on his spandex then back at Dillon.

"I swear it's not all my blood! I know it looks bad but if I was normal, would I still be alive and talking? Just a funny fact for being a mutant with a badass healing factor that keeps you from dying from anything. So be a pal and break any arm. Do eenie meenie minie mo if you have to. I just don't want to be laying here forever," he rattled on.

[Dillon]

A mutant...

...with a healing power?

Really?!

Dillon could have actually face palmed at this moment if he hadn't thought it would have made him look even more like a fool then he was sure he already made himself out to be. Here, he had gotten so worked up over something. A rare occasion for him. And turns out, it was nothing. Nothing to worry about. The other was alive and he was going to be all right. It was a relief. Cause even with the cold shoulder he gave most people, he did have an appreciation for life. He wasn't heartless after all. And well...the fact that he seemed to have been murdered really shook him down to the bone.

But he was okay...his mouth was certainly not broken at least. Dillon gave a mental grunt as the other spoke and spoke and kept on speaking. The other simply would not hush and let him think. simply shook his head. Ahh figures he would come across a wise ass who couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Well hang on a second. I'm working on it." he said-a bit more snappish then he had meant to-but he really needed a moment to think here! He seriously had no idea where to even begin. He wasn't no doctor here. And while the other already had annoyed him to pieces, he didn't want to make things worse then they already were. Which would certainly happen if he twisted it the wrong way. He could have broken it even more. Yeah he didn't want that and so he was trying to figure out which way to go.

'Well here goes nothing.' Dillon just went for it. It was usually how he did things. He never really put too, too much thought into things. Which was probably why he got into so much trouble. And probably why he was in this mess (as to say lost in a place and world that was not home) to being with. But that was neither here nor there. He gently began twisting the arm and pulling on it, listening for any signs that he wasn't doing it right. He really was going in blind here.

You know--some days he really should have just stayed in bed proverbially speaking...he really should have.

[Deadpool]

Snappy! Too bad he wasn't blue or he would give this guy the name of Snappy Smurf. Adult version of Snappy Smurfling. Or maybe he was more like Grouchy Smurf. Either way this guy was awfully broody while he felt his arm get broken. Taking the dramatic edge, Deadpool had yelped in pain and said, “That sure smarts! Doctor, you are not. Seriously are you sure you know which way to be twisting my arm?”

The lenses in his mask narrowed as he watched Dillon work and really wish he could smack the guy. Feeling the bone shift the wrong way as if he was testing the waters. Who in their right mind had no idea how an arm went?! All he had to do was look at his own arm to get the idea. “Wrong way! You'll break it clear off if you keep moving it like that. You think just because I'm alive with this spiffy healing factor that pain does not exists.” Deadpool made a sound resembling a buzzer. “Wrong, spunky. Healing factor doesn't come with an off switch for pain.”

Hopefully this guy go the hints on which way to turn his arm now so it can heal properly. After that he could fix the rest of his broken and mangled looking limbs. Honestly, why did the people who did this decided to break bones than chop him into pieces? That would take longer to heal from and it would take a few weeks to track the guy down again he was after. Once Dillon manage to get his arm perfect, he said, “Ok, right there! Now hold it still for a minute or two. Then the magic will happen.”

It didn't take long until he felt the bone, muscle and sinew restore itself. The mercenary was sure if the other man had dropped his arm it would still function like normal once healed. A few more seconds into the healing process he had attempted to move his fingers. Slowly they began to flex; open and close. “It's alive, it's alive!” said the Merc with a Mouth sounding like a mad scientist with the evil laughter.

[Dillon]

Dillon was going to be quiet. He was going to be mature and civilized about this and not say a word to this guy. Not one single...word. Because surely if he was to open his mouth right now--then only bad things would have come from it. Dillon didn't think sarcastic and angered quips would be taken so well. But oh how much was he tempted to do it anyways? Answer: a lot. He was so tempted to make some kind of spiffy kind of sarcastic come back to this guy...who was now griping and grumbling about how he wasn't fixing his arm right. Well no joke Sherlock! He wasn't a bloody doctor here (as we had well established that already). And yes, yes, he knew what a arm was supposed to look like here! But oddly enough--he had never seen a badly broken arm before. Had never experienced it before...and so he didn't know what to do!

And the other's constant chatter and nagging was not helping him any! Good god didn't this guy know how to shut the heck up? Ugh it was annoying him to no end! But still he kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to give this guy any more reason to talk or any ammo to throw back at him. No thank you.

Dillon froze as the other said to stop. He let go of the other's arm after a moment and took a step back, looking at the limb as it seemed to have been healing itself. The other wasn't kidding when he had said he could heal himself. It was kinda cool now that he thought about it. The ability to heal any wound--shoot that had to be useful. Dillon could use that ability ever once in a while.

Though no matter how cool the ability was, it did nothing to simmer down the absolute annoyance that Dillon felt towards this guy. He rolled his eyes as the other began to cackle and so his best impersonation of the Frankenstein creator. Oh brother...

"Fantastic..." the first word he had uttered within the last 15 minutes was full of sarcasm as Dillon mentally shook his head at this guy. Why did he get the feeling that wasn't the first time he ended up in a mess like that? Nor would it be the last? But whatever--the guy was okay, and it was now time for Dillon to make a timely exit, "I best be going now if you don't need anything else." he said already taking a few backwards steps as he spoke...doubting that the guy wanted anything else anyways...

But--what if he did? Oh crap! He had to open his mouth didn't he?

[Deadpool]

After his glorified moment of evil laughter, Deadpool began to break his other arm to straighten it out. “Go? Why?” asked the mercenary while waiting on his other arm to heal. "I thought we were just bonding like pals. Besides I could use the company until I get back into town. It helps me plot against the ones that did this to me while visualizing it what I will do to them on you.”

'Back up. He's going to think you're going to do the moves on him.' 'I got nothing to make this situation better.'

“No, no. Not on you literally. Unless you give me a reason to.” Hopefully that made things better. He sat up and felt something snap, which caused him to double over in pain and quoting from Die Hard. With how he was laying it was no wonder he couldn't tell if any ribs or his spine healed awkwardly. At least now it would be fixed like his arms.

“Wowie! That was a horrible surprise. Betcha heard that one as I sure felt it. More so than having to break my arm and legs. Let's try this again, shall we?” Deadpool took in a deep breath and sat up once again. This time no real bad pain hindered him. Time to break his right leg, then left leg. Unfortunately, when he went to break his left leg a bone popped out of the skin with bubbling blood and muscle and sinew.

An eyebrow rose which his mask mimicked. “So did not see that coming. Good thing my outfit is already ruined. Hope you don't faint or are scream-ish, dude. I refuse to do CPR on guys.” Deadpool managed to fix his leg after five minutes of fighting with it. In another five minutes he was fully standing and moved his upper body from side to side to make sure everything was in place and tip top shape.

“Name's Deadpool,” he said while realizing he didn't give out his name. Also the fact this man didn't seem to notice who he is.

[Dillon]

Go? Why? Why?! Dillon didn't think that he had to point it out to the guy. Not that he would have anyways (uhm he wasn't stupid here---brash perhaps, but not stupid--this guy could heal broken bones without a second thought which was more then he could say). But as much as he wanted to snap back, he kept his mouth shut. It seemed to be working for him anyways. He was still in one piece anyways--and that was never a bad thing...

Ohh Dillon was not amused by this situation. Not in the slightest. And even then that was an understatement. He was not liking this guy. Was it the way the guy talked non stop and about the weirdest things that had nothing to do with this? Was it perhaps the way he held himself? Or even the way he spoke like someone who didn't have all the rocks in place? He didn't know! What Dillon did know was that he wanted nothing more then to just run--no offense meant. Or maybe he did mean the offense. Either way--he didn't want to stick around anymore...

And his opinions of the guy certainly weren't helped when he spoke about plotting and visualizing it on him. And he didn't even know what the other had meant...but the fact alone that he wasn't already gone and leaving the guy to his own devices was enough to set him on edge. Pals? Bonding? Yeeeah--no. He didn't think so. Then the thought occurred to him--was this guy holding him hostage? That thought didn't appeal to him one bit--in fact it kinda pissed him off a little. Who did this guy think he was? Dillon just helped him here! The black ranger could have left his behind out here...but he didn't. And was this his payment? Pbbth--just his luck.

Dillon's eyebrow simply rose as the bones popped out of his skin accompanied by blood and muscle tissue and all of that lovely jazz. Oh how nice. But Dillon didn't hardly flinch now that he was semi expecting it. He had only freaked out so much the last time cause it had surprised him. And he didn't do surprises well...but the guy looked as if he had it all under control anyways. And so he didn't think of it anymore.

Deadpool eh? Dillon glanced at the other for a moment...nah he had never seen nor heard of the guy before. But then again--given his current situation, that wasn't saying much. There was plenty around here he hasn't seen nor heard of before! And so yeaah..., "Interesting name you got there. Not something you see everyday." he said conversational like and not letting the other in on how unnerved he was...

Cause that wouldn't go over well.