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✖ THE CARNIVAL
Ⅰ. ARRIVAL & THE TEMPLE
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You can see the lights of the Ferris wheel from the water, and by the time you pull into port you can smell popcorn, cotton candy, grease, sawdust. Music drifts on the air, interspersed with screams from the rides.
The carnival is in town.
Not just any carnival, either - the carnival. The one to end all others. Every circus you ever read about or saw in a movie, with striped tents filled with acrobats and sideshows, midway games complete with carnival barkers in straw boater hats. But it's also every shitty fair that ever rolled through your hometown, with unreliable looking men with greasy mullets smoking as they jockey the Wild Mouse, the Gravitron, the Zipper, the Corkscrew. There's a constant stream of 80s hair metal playing underneath the roar of the rollercoaster tracks, blending somehow with the traditional piping organ of the carousel.
Experienced Travelers will know by now that every island has its own temple, and this one is no exception. It’s not in the carnival proper, though; if you step away from the lights of the midway and tents, you’ll notice dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Step right up.
Ⅱ. HALL OF MIRRORS
When it comes to amusements, the Hall of Mirrors has always been second-fiddle to the Haunted House. But the line for the former was shorter, so here you are. The guy working the door has weasel eyes and is smoking. He gestures for you and whoever is behind you to enter together; "No singles. For safety."
The lights are a dull neon, cycling from deep blue to cyan to purple and back again. You find that your outstretched fingers will bump against smooth, clear glass as often as not. The mirrors reflect the maze back into itself over and over, disorienting and strange.
Some of the mirrors are convex, some concave, and as you pass them your reflection warps and bends alongside that of whoever you're stuck inside the maze with.
At some point you will realise that the reflection looking back at you isn't quite right. It's still you, sure, but it's not how you really look, not on the outside.
Looking back at you from the cold glass is how you perceive yourself. Perhaps that's stronger, perhaps uglier, perhaps as a sniveling child or an ancient hag. And this reflection is going to follow you from mirror to mirror as you desperately try to find your way out.
One of you spots an exit sign, bleeding red light. Only catch is that it's behind a pane of glass. And another. And another. You could break your way through all of them, certainly, but it's not as if there's anything laying around for you to use to do so. Just yourself, which might work in action movies but tends to cause a lot of physical damage in the real world.
Above the glass someone has placed a sticker that reads, “who are you really?” in black sharpie. Answer it, and the glass will swing open. Don't, and well...
Guess you'll have several years worth of bad luck.
Ⅲ. THE CAROUSEL
CW: childhood trauma
Old fashioned organ music and a million flashing lights draws you to the carousel. It's a vintage delight: huge, with ornate animals carved out of wood and lovingly hand painted. There are horses, of course, but also lions and leopards and birds and rabbits and wolves... any animal you could want! In fact, you'll see an animal that looks perfectly YOU. You just have to climb up on it for a ride.
When it stops and you step off, you will be younger. You will in fact be the same age you were when a formative event happened to you.
You're a kid at a carnival! How fun! Well, maybe you're not that young, and it's probably not very fun at all considering that now your trauma is fresh.
The only way to become your proper age again is to get on the carousel and get it to run forward. Depending on your age, you might not be able to figure any of that out, but surely one of the other Travelers can help you. You'll definitely need someone to man the carousel controls. Oh, and be careful not to knock it into overdrive...
Ⅳ. COULROPHOBIA
CW: clowns, suffocation
Who can possibly resist the big top? Not you! You're ushered into the tent and you take a seat in the stands, where you have an excellent view of the huge ring before you. The excitement in the air is palpable, and even if you're the grouchy type you'll find yourself a little bit thrilled.
It's a little surprising when the lights go up to the sound of screaming guitars. Mist belches from hidden foggers, and flames shoot from near the center of the ring. The lights stutter red, blue, green. The whole thing is a lot more rock show than it is Ringling Brother's.
At any rate, even if the ringmaster looks like a reject from a trailer park metal band and the music is liable to burst some eardrums, it's still a circus. There are trained horses and riders, contortionists, and a score of talented trapeze artists. It's all sparkling and impressive and terrific fun.
The trapeze artists take their bows, clearly ready for a break. And if a break is needed at the circus? You know what happens next, don't you?
SEND IN THE CLOWNS!
The clowns spill into the ring, all sorts of them! There's Harlequin and Pierrot, Auguste and Tramp. There's Bozos and Ronalds and Clarabelles and Krustys. Hopefully no Gacys, but there's so many of them that it's hard to know for sure.
One of these clowns - the one you hate the most, of course - approaches you in the stands. With comically exaggerated movements, it leans close to you and whispers...
Well. It whispers horrible things to you, really. It recounts to you some instance in your life where you delighted in the suffering of another, a moment where you really and truly were happy that somebody else was hurt. It's not a moment to be proud of, for sure, but as the clown tells your own secret shameful joy to you, you start to laugh. Really laugh - soon you're bent over double, tears running down your face, absolutely howling with laughter.
Your stomach hurts, and you're running out of breath. Very soon you won't be able to breathe at all.
Eventually, one of your fellow travelers won't be able to resist asking you, "What's so funny?"
The only way to stop laughing is to tell them. Otherwise you're going to pass out right where you sit, a creepy clown leering over you the whole time. Maybe your fellow traveler will be nice enough to drag you out of there if that happens, because if you're left alone? Everybody knows clowns get so much scarier alone in the dark.
It wouldn't be a party without some jams.
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
You can see the lights of the Ferris wheel from the water, and by the time you pull into port you can smell popcorn, cotton candy, grease, sawdust. Music drifts on the air, interspersed with screams from the rides.
The carnival is in town.
Not just any carnival, either - the carnival. The one to end all others. Every circus you ever read about or saw in a movie, with striped tents filled with acrobats and sideshows, midway games complete with carnival barkers in straw boater hats. But it's also every shitty fair that ever rolled through your hometown, with unreliable looking men with greasy mullets smoking as they jockey the Wild Mouse, the Gravitron, the Zipper, the Corkscrew. There's a constant stream of 80s hair metal playing underneath the roar of the rollercoaster tracks, blending somehow with the traditional piping organ of the carousel.Experienced Travelers will know by now that every island has its own temple, and this one is no exception. It’s not in the carnival proper, though; if you step away from the lights of the midway and tents, you’ll notice dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Step right up.
Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.
3. The island temple is accessible to all. The High Temple is only accessible to new characters this month - it will re-open to all others next month.
4. The Test your Strength game can be played by anyone. How well your character does is entirely up to you, but the game does not necessarily measure physical strength.
5. These residents of the island are normal humans. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.
6. Any food found on the midway is safe to eat, and is consumable by non-human entities.
7. Have fun!
Ⅱ. HALL OF MIRRORS
When it comes to amusements, the Hall of Mirrors has always been second-fiddle to the Haunted House. But the line for the former was shorter, so here you are. The guy working the door has weasel eyes and is smoking. He gestures for you and whoever is behind you to enter together; "No singles. For safety."
The lights are a dull neon, cycling from deep blue to cyan to purple and back again. You find that your outstretched fingers will bump against smooth, clear glass as often as not. The mirrors reflect the maze back into itself over and over, disorienting and strange.
Some of the mirrors are convex, some concave, and as you pass them your reflection warps and bends alongside that of whoever you're stuck inside the maze with.At some point you will realise that the reflection looking back at you isn't quite right. It's still you, sure, but it's not how you really look, not on the outside.
Looking back at you from the cold glass is how you perceive yourself. Perhaps that's stronger, perhaps uglier, perhaps as a sniveling child or an ancient hag. And this reflection is going to follow you from mirror to mirror as you desperately try to find your way out.
One of you spots an exit sign, bleeding red light. Only catch is that it's behind a pane of glass. And another. And another. You could break your way through all of them, certainly, but it's not as if there's anything laying around for you to use to do so. Just yourself, which might work in action movies but tends to cause a lot of physical damage in the real world.
Above the glass someone has placed a sticker that reads, “who are you really?” in black sharpie. Answer it, and the glass will swing open. Don't, and well...
Guess you'll have several years worth of bad luck.
Notes:
1. Yes, characters can bash their way out of the maze, but it is real glass and will cut anyone who isn’t invulnerable. There is a first aid station run by extremely unreliable carneys on the premises, so hopefully they can patch themselves up enough there.
Ⅲ. THE CAROUSEL
CW: childhood trauma
Old fashioned organ music and a million flashing lights draws you to the carousel. It's a vintage delight: huge, with ornate animals carved out of wood and lovingly hand painted. There are horses, of course, but also lions and leopards and birds and rabbits and wolves... any animal you could want! In fact, you'll see an animal that looks perfectly YOU. You just have to climb up on it for a ride.
When it stops and you step off, you will be younger. You will in fact be the same age you were when a formative event happened to you.
You're a kid at a carnival! How fun! Well, maybe you're not that young, and it's probably not very fun at all considering that now your trauma is fresh.
The only way to become your proper age again is to get on the carousel and get it to run forward. Depending on your age, you might not be able to figure any of that out, but surely one of the other Travelers can help you. You'll definitely need someone to man the carousel controls. Oh, and be careful not to knock it into overdrive...
Notes:
1. If your character does not get back on the carousel and ride it in reverse, they will revert to their actual ages at the end of the month.
2. Please be especially mindful of content warnings with underage characters. A reminder that the game does not allow explicit sexual content with minors.
3. You do not have to regress your character to childhood - if a very formative event happened at age 20 for example, you can choose that route instead.
4. Speeding up the carousel while it is moving forward will result in, you guessed it, aging your character UP. Obviously you can ride it backwards again to fix this, or again the aging will be reversed at the end of the month.
Ⅳ. COULROPHOBIA
CW: clowns, suffocation
Who can possibly resist the big top? Not you! You're ushered into the tent and you take a seat in the stands, where you have an excellent view of the huge ring before you. The excitement in the air is palpable, and even if you're the grouchy type you'll find yourself a little bit thrilled.
It's a little surprising when the lights go up to the sound of screaming guitars. Mist belches from hidden foggers, and flames shoot from near the center of the ring. The lights stutter red, blue, green. The whole thing is a lot more rock show than it is Ringling Brother's.
At any rate, even if the ringmaster looks like a reject from a trailer park metal band and the music is liable to burst some eardrums, it's still a circus. There are trained horses and riders, contortionists, and a score of talented trapeze artists. It's all sparkling and impressive and terrific fun.
The trapeze artists take their bows, clearly ready for a break. And if a break is needed at the circus? You know what happens next, don't you?
SEND IN THE CLOWNS!
The clowns spill into the ring, all sorts of them! There's Harlequin and Pierrot, Auguste and Tramp. There's Bozos and Ronalds and Clarabelles and Krustys. Hopefully no Gacys, but there's so many of them that it's hard to know for sure.
One of these clowns - the one you hate the most, of course - approaches you in the stands. With comically exaggerated movements, it leans close to you and whispers...Well. It whispers horrible things to you, really. It recounts to you some instance in your life where you delighted in the suffering of another, a moment where you really and truly were happy that somebody else was hurt. It's not a moment to be proud of, for sure, but as the clown tells your own secret shameful joy to you, you start to laugh. Really laugh - soon you're bent over double, tears running down your face, absolutely howling with laughter.
Your stomach hurts, and you're running out of breath. Very soon you won't be able to breathe at all.
Eventually, one of your fellow travelers won't be able to resist asking you, "What's so funny?"
The only way to stop laughing is to tell them. Otherwise you're going to pass out right where you sit, a creepy clown leering over you the whole time. Maybe your fellow traveler will be nice enough to drag you out of there if that happens, because if you're left alone? Everybody knows clowns get so much scarier alone in the dark.
Notes:
1. What happens if you really do get ditched with the clowns? Great question. Maybe they make you one of them. Maybe they eat you. Maybe you just wake up in the Big Top dressing room and see all the clowns smoking cigars and taking their floppy shoes off to film Clown Foot Erotica.
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"Really? When did Jean-Paul make that decision?" David asked, because he might have sharp words for his boss for agreeing to that.
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Slowly but surely, however, he's coming to be used to the fact that he's not in control of everything right down to the narration that describes what's going on here. That doesn't mean he likes it though.
"Not by choice," he grates. Except...he kind of is, in that he was the character in his writer's head most eager to dive into this game. But games involve character arcs, and his arc here involves dealing with his control issues. And when one was used to knowing everything and breaking all of the fourth walls when everyone else around one was oblivious, that lead to some truly gnarly control issues.
"On the last island! I caught up to him in the market and yelled at him a bunch and might have implied you told me I could be an X-Factor and he relented and let me be one as long as I stopped bothering him. I think he might be making a new X-Factor, not to be confused with an All-New, All-Different X-Factor, to operate on these islands. And I mean, you've seen the islands. Wouldn't you agree that they kinda need a super hero team of some kind?"
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"Wade," David sighed, fingers coming up to his temples to rub at them. Why are you doing that to him? But he really didn't want to form a new X-Factor. He wanted to monopolize Jean-Paul's help to find his own answers.
"There's already the new X-Factor but okay, fine, whatever. Guess if people are actively setting out to use X-Factor for super heroics I'm back out."
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As they walk and talk and Deadpool keeps an eye out for only the finest of junk food establishments, he shakes his head. Then he pauses and reaches out to touch David's shoulder.
"Oh man, I'm uh. I'm sorry to be the to tell you this, but your title was cancelled after just ten issues. I mean, you're getting to help with the Trial of Magneto and stuff, but...yeah. Right now, there is no X-Factor. The best we can do is build a new new X-Factor, together, as teammates. A new X-Factor unlike all of the other new X-Factors that have ever been, and there have been a lot. Does anybody even remember Strong Guy? Probably not. But I'll dribble out a little funnel cake for him and his terrible, terrible super hero handle. And we shall enjoy the rest of that funnel cake, together, as good teammates should. And that will be unfortunate later because like all good teams, we share one bathroom, and it'll get super awkward because we'll all need to tear it up at once, but we'll have to take turns."
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"Funnel cakes would blow my diet. Do you want this art project or not?"
He's guessing not right now. So he sighs and lets the man move him and doesn't flinch away as the guy rambles. Especially when the rambling make no sense.
"Trial of Magneto? What would we put him on trial for? Unless... No, he wouldn't have killed Wanda," David said, frowning. "And yes, I remember Strong Guy. He hangs out on Krakoa."
Why is Wade like this? No. No.
"The Boneyard has plenty of bathrooms, it's not an issue back home."
Bless you for being so bold as to take on BOTH of my ramblers at once.
Look, at some point in their previous chat, he might have promised not to make David's head hurt. Or maybe not. And if he had, he would have had only the best of intentions to follow through. But this is who he is, and it just flows forth naturally.
"But we'll definitely get to it because I'm sure it's important to you, and as your fellow teammate, I support you in all things. I will straight up kill some homophobic bitches for you right now. HEY YOU! DO YOU HATE GAY PEOPLE???"
Some random passerby just stops and looks around, and then points at himself, and then kind of shrugs a little, looking very confused. "Um. Love is...love? I uh...went to a pride parade a few years ago. It was kind of fun."
"Oh goddammit. Carry on then." He pats David on the back. "Later. I'll murdelate a bigot for you later. Where was I? Oh yeah. Dunno if Mags merced Wanda or not, because SPOILERS, but you guys sure think he did. Or you will. When were you ripped from your timeline again? Crap, this may all be spoilers, oops. But Strong Guy? On Krakoa? I guess that makes sense. Does he get, like, any screen time?"
He flails at David. "You have plenty of bathrooms?!? You guys really are the top 1% over there!!! Well then. We are safe to funnel as much as we want. I'm going to order FIVE OF THEM!"
I have power
Muscles that don't exist? Whatever, weird stuff again. But yes, Wade had promised on the less head hurting but it clearly wasn't going to happen here. Fuck he had the worst headache, and light was starting to hurt his eyes. So David just walked along and focused one of his newer powers, the ones not from home, and a pair of golden glasses formed over his eyes, shining with a dull glow. Psychic energy projections, not just for Kid Omega anymore.
"Wade," David snapped, grabbing the guy's arm. "No killing for me."
Dammit Wade don't be like this. Hell, he's only even had 'grief' from being bisexual once and if Wade knew just how that happened he'd probably shoot Wade all on his own because he didn't want to deal with that.
"I don't think he did," David dismissed Wade's idea completely. He couldn't buy it at all. "And I got here, via the ImPort world, just after..."
Just after. Oh god just after. David shuddered at the memories.
"After Tommy found her.
Mommy.
Fuck that had been the worst day ever.
"Lorna made us a place with room to grow," David answered, mumbling. She wasn't team anymore. She was leaving.
Use it wisely!
Then there are Quireleys (like Oakleys, only with more Quire) over the guy's eyes and his own eyes are wide in surprise and glee as he tries to poke the psychic shades.
"Oh shiiiit, nice Quireleys, man." Then his arm is grabbed. "Awwww, really? But that's how I show that I care...it's basically my love language."
But then he looks confused. Congratulations, David, you've managed to one-up his meta knowledge of everything! "ImPort world? With a capitalized P that you can hear when somebody says it? What's that?"
Awww. Normally, Deadpool would gloat with glee over how Lorna leaving meant there was an opening for him, but this guy looked legitimately put out over it. He side hugs David. "It's alright man. I'm sorry. I'd much rather be replacing, like, Eye Boy or something. As it is, I don't have anyone to perv on quite as much as I would have perved on Lorna. Green hair is hot."
Re: Use it wisely!
"Prodigies," he insists almost immediately. "And I have a shit ton of stuffed animals from boots here. Thought We could make you a stuffed animal bandolier and see what you make of it."
Please, want some of his ludicrous pile of prizes. Otherwise David's starting a fire.
But seriously, why did Wade have to keep saying things that upset him. "Yes, ImPort with a capital P, it's where I was before this, and Trevor is the reason X-Factor even WORKED, Wade. Don't be an ass."
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The idea of a bandolier of stuffies from this carnival is actually very appealing to a connoisseur of pouches like Deadpool. "OOOOOO. That DOES sound like fun. I've won several prizes too, but I still need to win a pair of boots for my new bestie Sexy. You probably know her as Saxsice if you've met her, but I call her Sexy for short. She has eight boobs because she's a werewolf."
He waves a hand. "Okay okay, you right, you right. Eye Boy is great, even if his name is as terrible as Strong Guy's. Wait, did Strong Guy help him come up with it? That sounds about right. Headcanon accepted. I'll replace Daken then, because I'm the way better product of Wolvie's spunk. But Loki is my real dad. It's complicated."
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But he was glad that Deadpool liked the idea. He smiled at the man's excitement. Then paused.
Werewolf. No fucking kidding. David had known some of those but... Nope, not touching the boobs thing.
"I've got a massive mound of prizes, given my skills and hte people I know. So it's lots of extra supplies if you really want to make one. Free to your use. I've already given the ones I wanted to offer as gifts."
Wait, he's got to ask, especially since Loki brought it up.
"You know you've REALLY Confused Loki with that one, right? He did not like the idea that he's your kid. Which doesn't sound right."
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"Hit me up with these things, man. I will make the best bandolier. It shall be a fantastic statement on my history with pouches."
Deadpool pauses in walking, grins, but then shakes his head. "Nonono, I'm his kid. It's a pretty old comic plotline of mine, and it ended with him denying I'm his kid and the comic insinuating I found my real dad and didn't know it. BUT. I know the truth. I could only be the product of Loki's Lokoins."
And now that is a terrible vocabulary term that David can never unknow.
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"Come on, what he caused to happen to Utopia was bullshit. And he fucked up the school that one time. And got people killed," David snapped. "Plus he really just keeps annoying Foley."
And given David was not only Josh's best friend but sorta half in love with him at this point, that was an important and grievous offense.
"I've got a lot of them back at the caravan I took for myself," David offered. "The whole second bed in there is covered with them. So you're welcome to them all. I want to see them doing something good."
Nope, Lokoins was never going to be a word he could acknowledge. He refused it.
"This isn't our Loki. If it was, I'd probably be dealing with him flirting with me again."
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Well. Except for X-Force. That one time. Which was great and a highlight of his life. That kind of made it extra mean that he was kicked out of Krakoa. Multiple times. But canonically he shouldn't remember it due to memory shenanigans! Except he does, because inconsistency!
"Oooooh yeah. He's really been a little shit since he ditched the Baby Xavier vibes. But I mean, he's on your side now? Because kumbaya Krakoa and shit? I mean, you guys accept everybody there. Apocalypse is bros with Mags is bros with Cyke is buddies with Sabretooth, who is so chill ain't nobody even heard a peep out of him in forever. Like, kudos to you guys, man. Sabretooth does NOT have chill normally, but here we are!"
Deadpool danced from foot to foot, and then grabbed David to start them moving faster towards this fantastic bandolier idea.
"Pffft, c'mon. I knoooow this is MCU Loki. He's entirely too Hiddleston to not be. BUT, he's like me because I spawned from his Lokoins." That WILL be a thing, he will make sure of it.
(It won't be a thing.)
"Yes it will! But anyways, Deadpool transcends mediums, so much that he has to talk in the third person to describe it. Deadpool is comics, movies, cartoons, alllll that shit. And Loki is all transcendental like that too! I mean, just watch his show when he gets to the [SPOILERS]. It's CANON!!"
Do you like headaches, David? Because he's pretty far in the weeds now.
"But honestly, it's just fun to fuck with him. Probably because he makes all those Hiddleston faces while you do it. You should see them. It's amazing. Is he my dad? I dunno. But it sure is fun to play with!"
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"Kumbaya Krakoa shit? It's... It's not like that. We just finally have a safe place to be, and that means some people can feel more comfortable."
But now David was realizing he hadn't seen Sabretooth in a while and that was... its own form of worrying. Not that he thought to pry on it. Where would it get him right now? Nowhere, that's where.
Being grabbed shocked David and he had to work to keep up with the energetic mercenary. Not that he couldn't, but geez, when he was being assaulted with headache inducing information, he found himself off balance. Good thing Wade wore gloves. And David's psychic shields were up. He didn't want to pick anything up off of the man or his clothes.
"I have no clue what you mean by MCU, Tom Hiddleston is an actor, and stop trying to make Lokoins happen. It's not going to."
Besides, Loki was his friend, so he definitely didn't want to think about the guy's bits. Especially since this one wasn't hitting on him like the one back home so he definitely didn't have cause to think of his bits.
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"Uh...yeah?" He tilts his head at David. "That's Kumbaya Krakoa shit! Safe place, more comfortable, the super good showing up to parties and clinking glasses with the super evil, etc, etc. I mean, YOU say it's not like that, but that's what the world sees. Safe space, yeah, but also Omega Red babysitting for Jubilee and giving her a great big old tentacle hug."
(SEE!! Lokoins won't happen.)
Well, that wouldn't stop him from using the term around Loki to see what happens.
"Waitwait. So. You know Tom Hiddleston is an actor. What do you see when you look at him and this Loki side by side?"
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"I've never seen them side by side."
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Sore spot activated!!
Deadpool peers at him. "Okay. Okay. Do me a favor and think of Loki. This Loki. Then think of Tom Hiddleston. Put them right beside each other in your head. Give Hiddleston a nice wig full of black hair. Think of both their signature shark grins. Tell me what you see."
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"Not all of us like Apocalypse there, DP. Myself included. But I understand why they were offered power. Because if they dont' stand with us, they will tear us apart. We're doing our best, and because of it, Apocalypse hasn't tried to take over the world or destroy humanity recently. He's researching magic instead. That's... that's got to be worth something."
But he will keep walking on with Wade anyway. The guy is from his Earth, so he's got to stand with him some while he's here. That's just who David is.
"I'm picturing it. I'm seeing Tom Hiddleston who is a reasonable actor, and I'm seeing Loki," who is far more attractive and David isn't saying that out loud. "What I'm not seeing is your point."
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It isn't a threat. It's just a fact. Deadpool's brand of chaos was infinitely worse than a super villain's if he was properly motivated. And for him, proper motivation could be something as petty as not being included.
But for suggesting that they have kept Apocalypse in check, David just gets a sidelong skeptical glance. Can you feel the skepticism, David? Because it's pretty strong, even through a mask.
And it only becomes more skeptical as David can't see the clear fact that the two look exactly alike. "Man, Imma need you to use your power on me real quick to know what I know and then keep trying to tell me you don't see it."
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No, he didn't think that would happen at all. And if Wade was maybe thinking about it, then Gwen probably would know and warn him through that weirdness of how she was so like him.
"Wade, I would never use my powers on you. You give me a bad enough migraine without me touching you, thanks."
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He sighs. "It's not better. It just pretends to be better. But it's easy better, and that's suspicious as fuuuuuck."
Deadpool pauses and tilts his head at David. "What if it meant you wouldn't get migraines any more, because you get it?"
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All he can do to that other comment was give Wade a very deadpan look.
"I won't retain it, so you'd give me a migraine that would be bad enough to cripple me for a time no doubt, and you'd STILL cause them in me later. No, I don't want in your head. Probably not without some sort of official documents from Quentin assuring me that it won't kill me."