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Discussion in 'Dread Wastes' started by Wade Wilson, Oct 15, 2019.

  1. Wade Wilson

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    Date: October 8, Year 109
    Location: Small town of Seratorra, several days away from Lethe
    Time: 9:39 am
    Tag: @Jin Oshiro


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    It seemed almost a novel concept to him, but Wade was beginning to fall into a routine of sorts with his new life. Well about as structured as one would expect from somebody in his profession. Working for Deadlock had proven to be a lot more lucrative than even he had anticipated, the jobs kept coming in and along with them the money. Given the relative distance between Ark City and the Wastes, Wade was not particularly close with the rest of the gang and that was perfectly fine with him. As much as Ashe wanted to promote a familial culture within her unit to strengthen unity and loyalty, Wade frankly didn't care as much for that. He merely saw them as a means to an end, at least until he finally found a feasible way out of this accursed box.

    Even with each passing day, he never forgot about the end goal. Vanessa was still out there, waiting for Wade to travel back in time and save her. If only he had done his job a little better and ended that man's life before he could end hers. The guilt and regret still ate away at him from time to time, and it didn't help that he was stuck around here living another life in Pandora. It nearly drove him insane that there was nothing within his power that could determine whether he stayed or left the box. Every one he talked to about it said it was all chance, that the gods would deem whoever would be worthy...whatever the fuck that meant.

    At the end of the day, there was nothing he could do about it and he had to simply resume his life until an answer clearly presented himself. But he refused to move on, not unless by some miracle Vanessa also magically appeared here. Now wouldn't that be something?

    Work brought Wade to the small town of Seratorra. After taking a portal to Lethe, he was given a rather risky assignment by Ashe to retrieve around two to three "Rotters" from the Plaguelands east of the Scorch. As their name implied, the Plaguelands consisted of a post-apocalyptic town struck by a virus that reduced nearly all of the populace into mindless zombies. Given the strength and durability of these Rotters though, they made fine guard dogs for many of the gangs and warbands operating in the Wastes. Ashe figured Deadlock could gain to profit by selling off a few of these bad boys.

    On top of that, Wade's unique abilities granted him immunity to the effects of the virus along with any wounds inflicted by Rotters he came across. His zombie fighting experience came down to watching re-runs of the Walking Dead, but for some reason Ashe and the rest of the gang somehow trusted him with the assignment. So much so that he was ordered to do it solo without any backup from the gang, as Ashe didn't want to risk anybody from Deadlock getting infected. Well so much for looking out for each other.

    And that's what ultimately brought him to Seratorra. In addition to stocking up on provisions and ammunition, he was hoping he could enlist at least one zombie bait mercenary to assist him in the capturing of the Rotters. Surely somebody in this miserable little town would be desperate enough to join him in this suicide mission.
     
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    He wouldn't stay long, he'd promised Rachel as much, despite her saying it was okay if he did. Now that she's lost her guardian, Jin didn't want to leaver her alone for too long, no matter how many times she said it was okay. He'd have taken her with him, but given what had happened the last time she's been in the Wastes, he really didn't want to remind her of that. So, a short visit it was gonna be, nothing more. Just say Hi. to Manfred, spend the night, and leave tomorrow morning. It was almost. Well, funny, he guessed. How responsible he realized he'd become by mentoring Rachel. So responsible that he was putting his own needs second to hers. Like an older brother, really. An older brother he's never really had the chance to be before...well, before he'd been yanked into this world. Before he'd met Rachel in that backyard between warehouses on this dramatically rainy day.

    Also before he'd been turned into something of a comicbook villain whose name had been changed with every major article they'd written about him. That too was a thing, yeah, and not one he liked at all. Only about a week and a half ago, another article had been published about the explosion he's caused on Garberstreet. The underground criminals and mob kinda types were all over him, had been for weeks already, but that had been the first time one had actually caught him. Which made Jin nervous. He didn't want anything to do with the underground. He wasn't a villainous type of bad guy. He wasn't a vigilante with a dark edge. And he didn't wanna get roped in with them.

    Despite how Manfred had asked once whether or not he was actually trying to save people, assuming he was because Manfred always saw and assumed the best in people, Jin could be himself with him. The pilot knew the stories of all those things that had gone down in the past. How public had twisted it into this serial killer thing, when it had been Jin who was the victim of circumstance here. All of those people had forced his hand. He'd merely defended himself. More brutal than maybe necessary, but they shouldn't have played with fire if they weren't ready to burn. Literally.

    It didn't matter right now. Not here, in Seratorra, where Manfred nor anybody else saw him as the villain. Because nobody but Manfred knew that it'd been him in the first place. Peaceful, almost.

    Not that the peace would stick around long this time, but Jin didn't know that yet.

    It was mere coincidence that he drove by the guy in red spandex, when entering the town, but he reacted immediately. He slowed and then stopped his motorbike and glanced over his shoulder, the helmet hiding his face until he dragged it off to make absolutely sure he wasn't just seeing things. But he wasn't. Either someone thought it was fun to run around in a Deadpool costume, especially in a town where exactly nobody would care about it, or this was actually Deadpool, which—

    He's literally met Magneto once. He's fought him, for a lack of better terms. Jin's friend was a mutant too. Not that Jin was feeling some sort of fanboy ecstasy right now, he just simply wondered what the hell Deadpool was doing here, if it was actually him. "Wade? Wade Wilson?" He heard his accent turn Wade into something that sounded more like wait, but he ignored it generously, just watching the other come closer, while his gloved hands held onto his helmet. Gods, it was warm in those entirely black, long-sleeved clothes.
     
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    Well it looked like today was already turning into his lucky day as he heard his name called out. Some random biker in all-black drove by him, only to do it a double-take and brake. The helmet was off to reveal a young Japanese man in his mid-twenties. His stern demeanor and attire initially gave Wade the impression he was Yakuza but he had tangled with plenty during his travels to Japan and this guy didn't seem to fit the bill. Perhaps it was a fanboy he hadn't heard of? The way he said his name, it almost seemed like he couldn't believe it with his own eyes.

    "Who's asking?" Wade returned with a reasonable retort. This guy didn't look familiar to him at all yet he somehow knew Wade, which gave the mercenary enough reason to be on guard. He could've been anybody in Pandora. Law enforcement. An assassin hired by somebody that Wade expectedly pissed off. Or he could've been the help that Wade was sorely searching for in his current mission.

    "So how do you know who I am? Are you a fan?" He sighed, though sounded lighthearted given the context of the current situation. "Let me guess. You want an autograph?"
     
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