Mr. Pool’s Comments (group member since Sep 18, 2019)

Mr. Pool’s comments from the Our Marvel Universe: Impending Doom group.

Sitting behind the control deck of his ship, Peter Quill rested his boots on the screen in front of him, and leaned back casually in the captains chair with a grin on his face as 'Sweet Home Alabama' played over the ships stereo and brought a grin to his face. He closed his eyes and inhaled as The Milano made her way through space, having just taken off from Xandar and headed into whatever situation Peter would find himself in next. He didn't think about this much however, or anything for that matter. Why think too much, when you can jam instead?

Dang Quill. You got a nice space ship here... Would be a shame if... A mercenary stole it.

Can I claim Peter Quill as well? Haha. I guess I have a type.

If you're looking for a particular dynamic with another character, and don't want to wait for it to happen naturally, or put in the effort to make it happen artificially, then just request it here in this format.

*Your Characters Name:
Relationship: Romance, Familial, Marriage, Rivalry, Enemy, Notary, (blah blah blah).*

Then someone else will respond if they're interested. If you have specific characters you want to interact with, PM their authors.

Deadpool. Currently in New Orleans, kicking names and taking butt.

Hey everyone! It's me. So, I had this idea- there's a lot of people in the group, and not a lot of people participating! So IF you're interested in taking part in this role play, comment here with your claimed character (so they should already be claimed), and just let us MODS know that you're actively here.

Eventually, everyone who hasn't posted here, we will look into removing from the group to clean things up! (I hope this is cool other MODs. Just an idea I had.)

((Let's say they heard of each other, and like... seen each other on the news and stuff. But never met.))

As the door to the elevator opened, Wade was filled with relief as he'd be cutting anxiety farts since they left floor three. The lady with him had either a horrible sense of smell, or just didn't care. Either way, Wade wanted out. It smelled horrible.

"It's been fun Gram-gram." He slipped out quickly, pushing the up button as fast as he could and watching as the old lady was locked back inside the elevator and taken back up to every floor Wade had pushed the button for. Which was, of course, all of them. "Well, there's my good deed for they day-"

He turned around to view the lobby, and as the police tore through the front doors in response to the call about a man being thrown out a window- they immediately rolled their eyes.

"Deadpool-"

"No-" Wade stopped them, and out of the corner of his eye noticed a figure he only recognized from headlines and a few photo-shopped calendars. "I'm gonna put you boys on hold. Thanks for the opportunity to do your job, once again! Bye-bye!" He waved cutely as he whispered the final word, and then dramatically scoffed as he turned towards the woman and began walking towards her. The cops, carried on.

"I can't believe it's actually you. I'm definitely not your biggest fan, but you could say I'm your average-est fan. The names Pool. But you can call me Dead. Or big D. Just not Deathstroke. I HATE it when people call me Deathstroke." Wade looked to the readers and sighed. "Uncultured swine."

Wade (who had now found his suit and managed to squeeze inside of it-) was starving. He’d been held up by the two men all night in the least enjoyable of ways.

“Why?” Wade smiled, and again addressed the readers. “Well look, those mother cussers happen to work for one of the worst, excuses for a human I’ve ever met. This guy, is an absolute douche. His name? Renee Partsouf. Right? What a douche name! What’d he do? Trafficking, gun trade, milk before cereal... anything ungodly you name it. He’s been in my radar for months since I cheated him out of a car and a hooker in a game of blackjack. Now? Well now I’m gonna kill him. Funnily enough, when S.H.I.E.L.D caught wind of this, Fury actually contacted me. Cute, right?! Hah! Anyway. I hope this place has a free continental breakfast.”

Wade climbed into the elevator at the end of the hallway, and whistled quietly as it descended to the lobby floor. The little old lady next to him didn’t mind, but instead smiled at him, infatuated for the duration of the ride.

If you want feel free!

Okay. I jumped in in New Orleans, but am fine if no one joins. Like I said. I'm about to get off for the remainder of the day.

Sitting in the dark room of the old motel, Wade watched through the fabric of his mask as the two men in front of him conversed. He had been tied up like this for hours, stripped naked except for his mask and the Rainbow Dash boxer briefs he'd been wearing since last Wednesday. The ties around his wrists were a thick para chord, and he knew he wasn't about to bust out of them solely upon his strength. So instead, he had kicked back, relaxed, and starting humming quietly to himself while the two men went at it.

"Do you know who this is?!" The taller man screamed, gesturing to Wade.

The other man shyly cringed at his anger. "I 'fought he was just 'anudda Shield guy."

"You stupid fudge."

"He didn't say fudge." Wade clarified to the readers, for whom the role play will be somewhat filtered.

"Hey, Ralphie?" Wade interrupted, hopping closer to the men on the chair and panting heavily. "I don't know if you've heard of me- the names Deadpool, I'm just looking for a good time."

Both the men looked at him shocked.

"Shut up!" The taller one punched him across the face, knocking one of his teeth out.

"You cusser!" Wade spat a mouthful of blood and frowned. "I have yearbook pictures in an hour!"

With that, Wade leapt forward; breaking both of his arms and disconnecting them from his shoulders as he swung the chair behind him and brought it down across the taller of the men- knocking him out cold. As he did his wrists broke as well, and his mangled hands slid through the restraints.

"Give him the chair- give him the chair!" He chanted playfully, dancing around the unconscious man.

"Oh shi-"

Before the shorter man could finish his no-no word, Wade 'did merrily leap' upward and roundhouse kicked him right out the window of the motel room. The glass shattered as the man fell three stories to his death.

"Oof. Sorry readers. That got a little violent. I promise, I was just here following a lead is all. Did not mean for that to happen." Wade tried to shrug, but then remembered his arms were completely useless. "Good thing its just my arms! These goons though... I'm offended. Thinking I work for S.H.I.E.L.D? I mean... Do I look like I work for S.H.I.E.L.D? Really? They clearly haven't read my Tinder profile. Now... Where'd they put my super suit. I'm nothing without it."

[If you're unfamiliar with the nature of Deadpool, he often breaks fourth wall and addresses the readers. I will continue this tradition, as Deadpool is nothing without it. It is not however, a typical role play behavior.]

Is the roleplay currently running? Like can we be role playing? I thought it was paused for some reason but it seems like the story continues!

OH I'm the very best of the cops ;)

Okay also sorry. I won't be able to be on much today. So just a heads up. Like probably at all honestly. It's gonna be a crazy day.

Once your characters are on this list, it means they're confirmed as yours! Don't role play as characters that aren't yours!

The Batman:
Daredevil

Kaidence:
Billie Barnes
Shuri

Silver :
Yelena Belova
Daisy Johnson/Quake


Priscilla:
Rogue

Mr. Pool:
Deadpool
Starlord
Punisher (Frank Castle)

Madison:
Scarlet Witch
Squirrel Girl

Existance ~ I'm not stupid, I'm just to lazy to show you how smart I am wrote: "So, I'm not that active, and I'm not exactly a Marvel's fan, as I'm way behind in movies, however I do know a bit, and I have google available so I am willing to do the research, but I'm willing to..."

If you have any questions, I'm probably the biggest Marvel fan ever. Movies, but more so comics. I can help out if needed.

Can I make a thread for confirmed characters? (asks permission, for the first time in forever)

Okay. That's fair.

Existance, you get a gold star.

What number are we shooting for?

Mr. Fantastic, could you please get a bigger parking lot? The employees keep getting towed. But for real, this sixty story building can't afford a parking garage?