[ The answer to that question, is that Corvo bursts through the door with the confirmation that no one is going to ask him things he doesn't want to answer, cursing something to himself, sword in hand and rather obviously soaked in blood. Drenched in it, but no injury him, or at least he's not moving like there is, only the bruises are only half healed on his face courtesy of the party.
The swords thrown down, kicked somewhere. He can't look at it right now, can't use it. This is a mistake, probably. He's not in a good state for this, Tess would be furious with him most like. But if he doesn't hurt something, earnestly, doesn't feel that sick thrill, he'll have to think and thinking isn't anything he wants to do right now.
What he wants, is to sock Wade in the jaw hard enough to hear bones crunch, to break something that won't care about a pointless outburst of violence, and that's what he's going to do right now. ]
[He hadn't expected that, to be fair. Not a lot surprises Deadpool, but people acting on his level? Yeah, it's something new. That punch socks him right in the side of the face, and his nose cracks. He can feel some of his teeth rattle loose from the blow, and he staggers from the force of it.
Fortunately, he recovers just as quickly.
He doesn't think, he just reacts. He rockets back with a mean left hook, hoping to hit Corvo right back in the face. Fair's fair.]
[ He was getting a collection of bruises from these fights between them, it was going to be a wonder that he could see out of one of his eye at this rate. His knuckles are stinging, because punched Wade in the face was like punching a wall, and he's too messy to react to this properly. The hit finds its mark squarely and the stumbles back against the bunk bed.
He doesn't follow it up with anything else. It's not a good idea to have this fight here, not where they lived essentially. They lived with other people, after all, and he'd rather not at the very least, splatter everything they owned with blood. ( not that, he knows, he's not capable of the fight, which stings his pride even if he knows its true ). ] Fuck.
[ His hand lifts and it crunches his nose back in place. ] Sorry. Thanks.
[His blood is singing. He's ready to go, he's ready to dance--but Corvo's backing off before it can even really begin. He sighs, a low, rough noise, and drops back down on bed with a grunt. His nose is already healing itself, and he can feel his gums grabbing onto his teeth even as he speaks.]
Damn right you're sorry. The fuck was that all about?
[He doesn't even sound mad though. How can he be mad? It was fun while it lasted.]
[ He grunts in reply at first. He's not standing still, can't keep still more exactly. Got other things to be doing, regardless, and he walks further into the rover, shedding clothes as he goes. The jacket's pulled off, and his shirt is yanked over his head after the top buttons undone. Comfortable enough, at least with Wade to not care about showing all the half healed torture marks. Not when the man was worse by far.
They're both shoved into the sink. Got to get the blood off, before the smell crept into everything. It's systematic and clinical. ]
Bad day.
[ and he slams on the tap, filling it up. Going about rinsing his hands and face quickly. ]
[He's not really interested in the wounds. He has plenty of his own if he wants to stare at something gruesome, and as far as he's concerned, he's had it worse. Corvo's in an interesting mood though. It kind of makes him want to get up and ram a spoon up his nose, just for kicks. Luckily, he holds back on that urge for now.]
I dunno, you're covered in blood and being pretty flirtatious! Are you sure it's not the exact opposite?
[ His head drops as the sink fills, hands cupped and he's gulping down the water from the tap, before running his hands over his face. ]
Yes. [ No. He doesn't know. This is a pointless conversation and it's with Wade of all people but who the hell else was going to understand. ] Ever woken up and not known what the hell you are any more?
[ Closed his eyes and there's Fiona, smiling, and there she is again, staring at him because she wouldn't die with her eyes closed. He growled, swore, and kicked the closest thing to him as viciously as he could. ]
[That question just makes him laugh, a soft rasp of sound. He keeps laughing, settling back onto his rover and stretching out. Corvo's a funny guy. A funny fucking guy.]
That'd mean knowing what the hell I was to start. But yeah. Years ago.
[ He doesn't know what to make of that laugh, but it doesn't matter. It was more understanding that he thought he would get, and he shook himself. Clutching at the shirt in the sink and starting to scrub it, watching the water slowly get stained. ]
[ Once the clothes are half scrubbed clean he leaves them there, to soak the rest of it out. Not much more to do but wait. He pressed his back to the sink and slid down onto the ground, sitting on the floor with his arms propped up on his knees. ]
[ He stares at his cuff, brow raised, unsure of whether he should say thanks again, whatever jerk, or nothing. His INT and perception scores and rolls were never very high, but his WIS isn't bad, so he elects to say nothing. He got the stupid last prank he wanted, or he hopes so anyway. ]
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Date: 2014-09-24 10:13 pm (UTC)You in the rover?
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Date: 2014-09-25 12:36 am (UTC)yeah.
I'm not naked if that's your next question. but I can be.
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Date: 2014-09-25 01:12 am (UTC)Keep your damn pants on for once.
The others there?
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Date: 2014-09-25 01:30 am (UTC)no.
what up.
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Date: 2014-09-25 09:51 am (UTC)The swords thrown down, kicked somewhere. He can't look at it right now, can't use it. This is a mistake, probably. He's not in a good state for this, Tess would be furious with him most like. But if he doesn't hurt something, earnestly, doesn't feel that sick thrill, he'll have to think and thinking isn't anything he wants to do right now.
What he wants, is to sock Wade in the jaw hard enough to hear bones crunch, to break something that won't care about a pointless outburst of violence, and that's what he's going to do right now. ]
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Date: 2014-09-26 11:45 pm (UTC)Fortunately, he recovers just as quickly.
He doesn't think, he just reacts. He rockets back with a mean left hook, hoping to hit Corvo right back in the face. Fair's fair.]
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Date: 2014-09-27 12:39 am (UTC)He doesn't follow it up with anything else. It's not a good idea to have this fight here, not where they lived essentially. They lived with other people, after all, and he'd rather not at the very least, splatter everything they owned with blood. ( not that, he knows, he's not capable of the fight, which stings his pride even if he knows its true ). ] Fuck.
[ His hand lifts and it crunches his nose back in place. ] Sorry. Thanks.
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Date: 2014-09-27 12:50 am (UTC)Damn right you're sorry. The fuck was that all about?
[He doesn't even sound mad though. How can he be mad? It was fun while it lasted.]
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Date: 2014-09-27 01:15 am (UTC)They're both shoved into the sink. Got to get the blood off, before the smell crept into everything. It's systematic and clinical. ]
Bad day.
[ and he slams on the tap, filling it up. Going about rinsing his hands and face quickly. ]
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Date: 2014-09-29 09:17 pm (UTC)I dunno, you're covered in blood and being pretty flirtatious! Are you sure it's not the exact opposite?
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Date: 2014-09-29 09:45 pm (UTC)Yes. [ No. He doesn't know. This is a pointless conversation and it's with Wade of all people but who the hell else was going to understand. ] Ever woken up and not known what the hell you are any more?
[ Closed his eyes and there's Fiona, smiling, and there she is again, staring at him because she wouldn't die with her eyes closed. He growled, swore, and kicked the closest thing to him as viciously as he could. ]
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Date: 2014-09-29 10:50 pm (UTC)That'd mean knowing what the hell I was to start. But yeah. Years ago.
Never figured it out since.
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Date: 2014-09-29 11:20 pm (UTC)Does it get easier? Or did you just stop caring?
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Date: 2014-09-30 12:08 am (UTC)For the most part? I've stopped caring. Never gonna be a normal person. That's just fine.
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Date: 2014-09-30 12:33 am (UTC)You never... had to worry about going back?
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Date: 2014-09-30 12:45 am (UTC)Ain't no going back from this, bub.
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Date: 2014-09-30 06:50 pm (UTC)Hey. Sorry for avoiding you before. I need a favor.
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
Sort of a last request before I do Terra’s Blue mission thing tomorrow.
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Date: 2014-09-30 06:58 pm (UTC)I don't do favors.
FROM: wilson.wade@cdc.org
you gonna off yourself or are you offing her?
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Date: 2014-09-30 07:00 pm (UTC)Offing myself. Well Corvo is for me.
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
And I wouldnt ask if I didnt have a hunch it was something your style.
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Date: 2014-09-30 07:03 pm (UTC)you don't even know this girl. why kill yourself for her?
FROM: wilson.wade@cdc.org
I'm listening
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Date: 2014-09-30 07:10 pm (UTC)A lot of reasons. For one its convenient for both of us. And she reminds me a lot of someone back home.
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
Anyway.
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
If you could find out what rover Aeryn Sun is at and leave a flaming bag of shit on the step for her. That would be great.
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
Address it to her from me.
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
But do it after Im dead for better effect.
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Date: 2014-09-30 07:12 pm (UTC)that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
FROM: wilson.wade@cdc.org
flaming bag of shit though. that's something I can do.
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Date: 2014-09-30 07:16 pm (UTC)Yeah well. She promised me snacks and gave me rocks. Id do it myself but.
FROM: khezek.jasper@cdc.org
Thanks.
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Date: 2014-09-30 07:18 pm (UTC)nah I meant the dying thing. the shit is hilarious. god speed dumb soldier, into the great beyond.
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Date: 2014-09-30 07:31 pm (UTC)