<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/1638998-dp32_008_super.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool, baybeh!!!</strong><br/><strong>Origin: Canadia</strong><br/><strong>Location: Doom's Flagship, Hallway</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Mr. Happy, Wolverine and Scarlet Witch (GOLD TEAM RULES!)</strong><br/><hr/><br/>A content squeal burst forth from the lips of the crimson fruit-basket as he beheld his work. The head of the guard he'd moved to attack separated from his neck with almost no resistance. There was nothing quite like a freshly sharpened sword...but even then, he found the complete lack of a resistance strange.<em>Yeah..no gristle, no bone, nothing...I mean, c'mon! Ya usually feel the spine being severed, at the very least!</em>Yes, it befuddled him, but he didn't let such a detail deter his joy. He immediately picked up the head, cleared his throat, and held it out for his teammates to see.<strong>"ALAS, POOR YORICK! I knew him, Wolverine..."</strong>He chuckled slightly, tapping at his pursed lips through his mask in a thoughtful expression.<strong>"Well, not really. Who care's who this poor fucker is!" </strong>He looked over the head, cocking an eyebrow as he took in it's features. Especially that smile. It would've probably struck someone else as creepy, but certainly not Wade!<br/><br/><strong>"Heh heh...guess the guy died doing something he loved! Trying to kick our shit in.."</strong>With that, he casually tossed the head over his shoulder, turning to his teammate once more and fixing his ever flapping gums to speak once more.<em>Naturally..</em>The sound of gunshots ringing out drew his attention, however, back to the scene behind him.<em>Was somethin' like a 'Pew Pew!' instead of a 'Bang Bang!'...Still gotta get used to that.</em>What he saw...well...surprised even him. A headless body, kicking ass and taking names. And that head, still grinning, and not bleeding even a little bit.<em>Now that ya mention it...that body shouldn't have a neck anymore. It should have a bloody stump!</em>What that head and body began to do left even Deadpool in awe. An awe much different than that of his teammates, but an awe, nonetheless.<br/><br/>The man had planted his head back on his shoulders by then, and was giving them the Exorcist treatment. Wade immediately gave the man a wave back and a wide smiled, filled with an almost child-like wonderment. He was truly entertained by whatever this...thing was, it's cartoon antics made real<em>and it's mad B-Ball skillz, yo!</em>In fact, he was almost left speechless by the sight. Almost. ALMOST. When it had thinned out and slipped away, Deadpool looked towards both his teammates, blinked slowly, than laughed to himself, tapping his blade against his shoulder.<strong>"Lemme tell you guys something...if I never find a way to die, I hope every single day is filled with hallucinations like THAT one."</strong>His laughter immediately ended when he'd heard Wolverine's reaction to the situation, however, and in that moment, he wasn't sure if he was happy that that was real, or sad that he hadn't regressed deep enough into insanity to imagine such a thing.<br/><br/>Deadpool hadn't been close enough to the blast door to be clipped with the sudden burst of lasers when Wolverine tore through it. Still, though, he was no better off than anyone else.  In fact, being the one person holding an incredibly sharp object in the middle of the violent crash of Doom's Flagship, he was possibly the worst off of them all. He, like everyone else, was sent flying into a wall with the lurches of the massive ship. A sickening sound could be heard as the light's flickered out, followed by an incredibly feminine screech.<br/><br/><strong>"Awwwwwww! Shittiest first day EVAR!"</strong>While he couldn't feel his left arm at all...he DID feel massive amounts of blood pouring from where the limb had been. He reached up with his remaining arm, and searched blindly for the communication device in order to answer the Captain.<strong>"We got him already? Huh. That was easy....let's go home so I can sew my arm back on!"</strong>