"What grapes?" Deathstroke released his grip, letting Wade’s head fall to the ground.
"Juicy ones, the sweet kind, with a hint of bloodiness, a bit of dusty flavor, right, the taste of aged pickles, you know?"
Wade got up from the ground, instantly recognizing who Odin was in front of him. Slade still loves masquerading as others, so dark.
He patted his clothes, gesturing constantly with both hands, speaking incoherently.
"Like bones buried in a dry doghouse? This ans you’ve eaten millennium-old date palms soaked in honey from the Pyramid."
Deathstroke responded casually, while tossing the unconscious Odin onto Xiaoba’s back, signaling the others to wait here.
"Uh... a bit off, but not too far. I really can’t tell, maybe it’s at?"
"Lend a hand, tie him up." Deathstroke threw over a rope end from the other side of the Celestial Horse.
Wade helped tie up Odin while indulging in his tangled thoughts, like soone imrsed in a beautiful dream unwilling to wake, always wishing to experience the dream sensation again.
The grapes are not delicious, but the person who delivered them is nice.
"I didn’t go to the Pyramid, but to a big party where a blonde with huge breasts passionately entertained , with all sorts of wine and food, countless narcotics! God’s holy crap, I think she might be xico’s biggest drug lord, she couldn’t speak English, so we could only communicate physically..."
"But that was a dream."
"Oh, right, okay, what does your handso brother need to do next? After you dragged out of xico’s heaven? Said goodbye to my ’Chika’?"
"You don’t need to give her a Spanish na... We have a hearing, do you know God of Gods?" Deathstroke rubbed his forehead.
"No idea." Wade shook his head, pulled down the half-lifted mask: "I usually have no interest in the law, nor care about who becos president, because the law doesn’t affect us, and because I don’t have a car, traffic police never had the chance to ticket ."
Deathstroke summarized the cause in one sentence: "Loki was caught red-handed cheating, and by manipulating the tiline, we’re implicated and those supposed to benefit ca."
Deadpool pulled a black felt hat from his pants pocket, with a red ribbon around it, like the kind mafia loves.
"Disturbing soone’s business... Anyway, let’s give them a ’family-style’ greeting, choke their family with shoelaces, throw them cented into the Hudson River under the cover of night, then at the next morning’s rush hour, shoot them down with a Chicago typewriter at the police station entrance when they report, and tell those barely clinging to life for clarity - ’the Godfather sends his regards’."
"We’re not xicans, nor Italians, unless you’re planning to kiss my ring?" Deathstroke extended his hand, but not the back, rather a fist the size of a crockpot.
"Alright, not the Godfather-style solution, then what’s your plan?" Wade followed his cousin’s steps helplessly, Deathstroke is truly unimaginative.
"Doing what Aricans do best, negotiating."
Previously using X tal to drive the Ti Gem was an experint, Deathstroke had uncertainties whether it could be properly activated since the worlds are different, incompatibility was normal.
But once able to drive it, Deathstroke instead gained a deeper understanding of the essence of X tal.
Their manifested form is tal, energy, but from a higher perspective, they are imagination structures building worlds.
Filled with all sorts of designs, expectations and visions for a New World, with fire forging worlds.
Except the cosmos there, the unshaped Dark World provides energy for DC, collected by Barbatos, reigniting the World Furnace as raw material for constructing the New World.
While in Marvel, it’s the gods burning furnaces, regardless of the perspective, materialism also considers gods the product of imagination.
Both Marvel and DC in the Arican Comics World rely on imagination for existence, which is their commonality, and the reason X tal can be used in Marvel.
The two often ’pay tribute’ to each other, not to ntion authors and editors jumping between them...
The Gem ford by the Lantern Ring follows this principle?
Emotions are also universal in both worlds.
It’s said that they lack sothing here, so they’re used in a quantum-like form similar to gems...
What did Dr. Manhattan do to make them work in another world? What didn’t the Ancient One say?
Deathstroke vaguely sensed the missing key items but montarily lacked clues. For now, this matter is set aside, more opportunities in the future to research it, first dealing with the reality with Wade.
Using the Ti Gem burdens him, driving is no problem but clearly using tal isn’t the correct thod, indeed it’s better to use tools like the Infinity Gauntlet to drive the Gemstones collaboratively.
Currently known that Loki previously used the Reality Gem, when he fell unconscious it was stored by Odin, who later dispatched Heimdall for arrangent.
If an individual obtains multiple gems, they’ll beco a target in the cosmos, even Asgard wouldn’t hold two at once.
But the little cousin’s Infinity Stones, could they interact with his own?
"Wade, where’s your little stone?"
"For safety, I hid it in my underwear." Deadpool reached down, pulled it out, and presented it to Deathstroke: "Take it if you need, really, we’re family, no distinction."
Deathstroke looked at the Gem with so black hair strands stuck to it, shaking his head helplessly, he really didn’t want to touch it. Though cancer isn’t contagious, this truly repels handling.
Deathstroke suddenly realized a personal flaw, a lack of low boundaries, with a degree of psychological cleanliness.
Wade can confidently snatch a child’s lollipop, even if it was just licked by soone else a second ago, he can snatch it and shove it into his own mouth.
Deathstroke can’t do it, even if it’s a lollipop, even if he snatches a Black Manta War Garnt he’d generously give it to the Justice League.
Going through sewage or swamps, moving amid corpses and trash give no issue, even with brain matter and intestines sprayed on his face with no stress.
But if Wade pulls money from his underwear as a gift, Deathstroke won’t take it; but if Deathstroke pulls money from his underwear for distribution, Wade would definitely want it...
"Slade?" Wade looked at him puzzlingly with small eyes, holding the Gem in one hand, and casually picking off the fuzz, tossing it under the Rainbow Bridge.
"Nothing, transform into , the light gate ahead will teleport us sowhere, handle it upon arrival."
"Going to an unknown place? Bit risky..." Wade clenched his fist against his chin, changing subjects.
"Add another 100 bucks."
Then Deathstroke saw another himself suddenly appear beside, in a deep voice saying, "Begin action."
Wade proceeded without turning back, Deathstroke pinched his brow, fake too realistic would also be a nuisance later...
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