accidental video -> text; backdated to wednesday night

[paterelohim]

[The NV is spinning in the air, the image incredibly confused before the thing hitting the edge of a couch and landing at an odd angle. The video shows legs- feet, a pair of sock-clad feet vanishing into jeans and another pair with shoes on, gathered around what looks like a coffee table, though the table itself is out of the frame.

After a moment something drops into the frame from above: a slender, lifeless hand, obviously dangling off the table above, with blood running down the smooth skin. There's a sob off-screen and someone pulls it away again.

The sound is muffled and terrible quality, but some things can be heard.]

Stop it goddamn it just stop- haven't you done enough? STOP IT.

[Chuck's voice, sounding panicked and desperate. Someone kicks the NV and the sound muffles- a riot of noise, of yelling, and the picture starts flashing, distorting, static and terrible noisy feedback- and then yelling that crescendos into a scream. It's garbled but the NV picks up just a little-]

-THE FUCK OUT NOW-

[Before it distorts again and goes dead.]

[Text post, about 30 minutes later.]

Sorry about that. It's fine. It's taken care of.

Okay, that's a lie. Not that it's anyone's business.

Someone from Purgatory cover my shift tomorrow. And the next day.

[ OOC: This is open to action to anyone at the HoA. Chuck's in one of the common areas, sitting like a trauma patient on a couch next to a bloody coffee table. Fred is dead, was killed by Angelus, but her body's already vanished by the time of the text post.

The static and feedback was Chuck's grip on His powers kind of slipping a lot and Him accidentally making lights explode.]

Comments

[the_dead_pool2]

Now to be clear, did you want him dead dead, or just cut up, broken and desiring death?

[Perfectly serious]

[paterelohim]

Either dead quickly or... brought back alive. Without the desiring death part. The- the fucker who did this. He can be fixed.

[the_dead_pool2]

Alright, well I'll bring him alive if I can, if I kill him, no telling if it'll fix anything.

Guess I'll just shoot out the knee-caps, maybe just chop off the legs, I'm sure some healer can deal with it

[He blinks]

How much of that was in my head?

[paterelohim]

...I, uh. Heard every word of it.

[the_dead_pool2]

Eh, all things considered I'm alright with that.

[Most people would think you are crazy anyway Chuck]

[paterelohim]

Don't chop anything off. You can subdue vampires other ways.

[the_dead_pool2]

Seriously? Is everyone a part of People For the Ethical Treatment of Sanguinary Individuals or something. Also known as PETSI?

[He is just incredulous, you could heal those wounds with the technology and powers they had available]

[paterelohim]

[He groans a little and turns around, walking aimlessly with his hands in his hair in frustration (that honestly hs nothing to do with Deadpool).]

No. Honestly, I'm having a really really hard time giving a shit, even if Angel with his soul is a good guy.

[Chuck's kind of at the point where he doesn't care if Angel- Angelus- whoever lives or dies. But there's something he can't get past, that he has to grit his teeth to say.]

It's- Fred. She. Wouldn't want him dead.

[the_dead_pool2]

Hey, if I went evil and was off on a killing rampage of innocent people, I'd want to be stopped, whatever means necessary.

[Plus if someone managed to kill him for good, great. He puts his hand to his head]

Fine, but I didn't say I'd kill him, just hurt him really really bad. If this Angel guy was such a nice character, he'd appreciate it.

[paterelohim]

I was just thinking, you know, no damage that some healer couldn't fix?

[Tightly. He hates talking about this.]

But uh, yeah, I. I guess you have a point.

[the_dead_pool2]

Thats pretty broad.

[He nods, it was about time]

Glad you agree, I'll go get suited up then. Any particular weaknesses or whatever I could exploit?

[paterelohim]

There- there's vampire weaknesses.

[He sort of drifts vaguely over to the kitchen direction, then turns on his heel to Deadpool as if remembering something at the last minute.]

Wait, you're going now?

[the_dead_pool2]

Yeah, strike while the iron is hot, and all that right?

[He isn't one to wait around]

[paterelohim]

Why don't you go out tomorrow, and... bake something tonight?

[It would be an excellent distraction, and he won't be sleeping any time soon.]

1/2

[the_dead_pool2]

[Hold on a second there, did Chuck just ask him to bake instead of hunting down the killer?]

[the_dead_pool2]

[He is scratching his head, because this isn't making any sense whatsoever]

Alright, let me just get this straight.

[He clears his throat for a second]

Instead of getting rid of a problem, you want me to bake?!

[paterelohim]

Just do what you want, I don't care.

[He does care, but whatever he has to go be... a man now and do manly things. Or, you know. Cry into his wine bottle.]

[the_dead_pool2]

Your giving me really mixed signals here, Chuck.

[Seriously, were you the woman in that relationship Chuck?]

[paterelohim]

...I know. Sorry. I'm not all here.

[the_dead_pool2]

Thats alright, I don't think I've ever been all here.

[He sighs, this place was making him soft]

Alright, what terribly fattening food do you want?

[paterelohim]

[You're the best bro, Deadpool. Chuck leans against the wall, eyes closed for a moment.]

Teiglach.

[the_dead_pool2]

Alright, I'll get on that, you'll have to be in the kitchen, to ensure the authenticity.

[Also he can keep an eye on you]