<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Deadpool.png)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias: Deadpool</strong><br/><strong>Origin: Altered Human</strong><br/><strong>Location: Quinjet Hangar</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Wolverine, Captain America, Jean Gray, Carol</strong><hr/><br/>Even in his soured mood, Deadpool couldn't help but smirk a little at Wolvie's warning.<strong>"Don't go off dying, huh? Right."</strong>He pressed a thumb to his own chest, letting out a long sigh<strong>"Don't worry. I haven't figured out how yet. So yeah, we'll talk later."</strong>He doubted Logan was listening at that point, and so he went to tend to his own devices, surprisingly quiet. Anybody who actually knew him and how he acted normal would've probably been worried. He knelt down slowly, taking a knee, and drew one of his katanas, as well as a pocket stone from one of his waist pouches. He than began to draw the stone along the sharp edge of his blade, honing the sword while he waited for things to start heating up. The distinctive sound of the metal rang clear throughout the vast hanger, the acoustics of the room amplifying the sound ever so slightly. He loved that sound, and in this moment, it both eased his tension and excited him for the upcoming mission.<br/><br/>While the group a ways away from he and his teammates went about their own business, and while Logan had been so busy tending to the handful of ass he took claim of, Deadpool merely continued to sharpen his blade, scanning the room with an aloof gaze. He took notice of Jean when she entered the room, and immediately noted the flustered expression strewn about her face. She looked aggravated, without a doubt, but focused, as well. He almost wanted to check on her, to be honest. She was nice enough, though she probably thought him crazy, as everyone else did. He kept himself quiet, though, something he noticed was becoming easier to do, albeit still incredibly boring and a bit taxing on his still not-quite-stable mind.<br/><br/>When he'd heard Steve's voice, performing comms checks, Deadpool figured he'd answer for his team, since the rest of them seemed a bit..err...busy.<strong>"Check one two, DJ America. Deadpool and the Murderettes ready to move out. HOLLA ATCHA BOI!"</strong><br/><br/>He couldn't help but overhear Carol, though, as she mentioned to Ares that there wouldn't be any real bloodshed, however, and the news widened his eyes.<em>Oh GODDAMNIT! C'mon, give me a break!</em>