Random moments call for random people. And deadpool was pretty damn random. Still yet to get his weapons or anything else ready the Merc with a Mouth found the piss yellow field. It somewhat reminded him of yellow boxes. Oh yellow boxes.

"I miss those yellow boxes since I'm on a Text based RP site with the babelicious owner. I don't have the yellow boxes. That makes me pretty....upset...."

Looking around seeing the kid that looks like Laharl he mistook him for the Disgaea character.

"HEY Prince....so where Etna...you know I've always had a think for hot chicks with tails. Call it a fetish but It that doesn't get my juices flowing then only Bea Arthur will."

Running towards the not prince he decided to have some fun with the kid.

"I'm going to punch you now...And when I do... you should fall down and laugh."

As he waited he noticed a man who was like wearing some spandex, he remembered this dude IT WAS SPIDERMAN. As this dude now came and started rambling about boxes and stuff...what the hell was he talking about, did spider man get a new enemy? And he got a new outfit, more badass and stuff

"What the hell I'm not a prince what are you talking about?"

As he now wondered what was an etna? What was he talking about?

"What's an etna? SPIDERMAN WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!?"

As he now came and attempted to punch him and took his advice. As the fist made contact with his face he started laughing as he stood there.

"Sorry I forgot to fall down."

He now through himself on the ground as he attempted to bite spidermans leg. Yes he had a sword but this was more like a fun fight than a real fight. He wondered what would a spiderman taste like...does a spiderman taste like chicken? And would he taste good with orange soda? It was all such a mystery to him!

As the fake prince bit down on deadpool's leg he smiled. 'I wonder...if Ill get a move deal like spiddy. I mean it would be pretty awesome...I mean think of the money I would get.'

"Hey Mr.Writer....How much money do you think I would get from a Deadpool movie."

Not sure but they are making one. I think its based off of barakapool though.

"WHAT BARAKAPOOL....THAT CHEAP IMITATION OF ME. Now I'm Angry...and now I need to beat up a little kid who is chewing on my leg."

DP went to go kick person biting on his leg. Feet count in a fist fight if your deadpool.

"My grandma taught me that move.."

Deadpool was rambling nonsense, it seemed as if he was on some type of illegal drug that wasn't allowed on any type of timeline such as this, as this spider man imitation talked to his own writer he was extremely stupid. There was something about Barakapool, Dusk wondered what the hell was that. As he now attempted to kick the Dusk the warrior had stopped biting his death, and just to piss deadpool off he would summon his blade in front of him but not the flat side. If deadpool found a way to stop the he move his grandmother taught him then he would be safe, if not he was running into a blade and would most likely cause a wound that would do enough damage so that he bled, well it all depended on how hard he had kicked to begin with.

"Eat this BISH"

He was now in a squatting like position holding the blade that he had summoned in his hands supporting it with his hands as it was stabbed in the ground. He wondered how this spandexed man would get out of the situation this time. Wait...why was he wearing spandex to begin with? Isn't that like uncomfortable or something?

"DUDE YOUR WEARING SPANDEX"

He said this with shock at this fact for he had just noticed and another thing he just noticed as deadpool moved his leg to kick, he had crotch stank, ew it smelled worse than steve taking a dump on a hot summer day.

"Hey, spandex is sexy."

IT was the writer....in yellow boxes.

Damn straight. The babealicious owner was coming down to see Dusk and Deadpool spar, since she knew Deadpool from before and thought he was sexy. .....but he wasn't really that goodlooking because he had that...erm...skin thing...but she didn't honestly care. Still sexy to her!

So here came Pinky Rose. She wasn't carrying a weapon, looked kinda bored...watching deadpool n' shit.
"I agree with the writer," Arianne said, temporarily breaking that fourth wall, "Spandex is quite sexy. It looks hot on you Wade," she told the Merc, with a wink.

Another person had entered the fray, okay not really just the topic. Yet again due to deadpool's awesomeness, another person had broken the fourth barrier and knew what was going on. So apparently spandex was hot to her, weird, the brown haired fish lady had now come to watch the spar apparently due to the fact that she had lacked her weapons and other things that would be ready for combat. She was now flirting with Deadpool, apparently DP was about go get his thang on after the spar. So before any contact was made with the blade and his leg he got out the way and called forth his blade to his hand. Most likely making Deadpool swing into the air, or not, he didn't really have a clue at all. As he was now farthest away from both of the two other people here he would now walk up to deadpool signalling with his hands that he was in a truce right now. Now while five feet away from Deadpool he began to make an offer.

"Okay, so you're an assassin right? How about, I pay you, to kill everyone..? Excluding a few people of course. But if you take my offer I'll name those people, however one for now that you aren't hired to kill is le fish lady. And yes, I know, if you die, the price doubles"

Dusk stood there his blade on the ground somewhere else on the piss yellow field which reminded deadpool of his oh so wonderful yellow boxes. As his arms were crossed like in his normal position he then decided to mention one more thing.

"Oh yeah and about that Etna thing, I think I'll make her a party member, she's hot."

Yes, the fourth barrier was now officially broken...

Fish Lady was a little insulted.
"Hey, why can't I be on a list?! I'm important to this plotline too you know," she argued, with a big frowny face on her....face. "I haven't had a death threat or any decent fighting in AGES, and it's not like someone's gonna try anything since I'm practically made of twelve here."
She looked over at Dusk.
"You're pretty short...what are you, like five foot three or something?" She put her hand up against the top of her head, measuring herself. "I'm five foot five myself. You're short. How old are you? You can't be that old, if you're so damn short."


((ha ha ha.....Chicken is a shorty man.)) >:3

"Well how the hell is Deadpool gonna tap that after you're dead? That's like a whole new level, that's freaking Necrophilia. If you want him to kill you go ahead, but I think you'd prefer him in your pants.. "

She now made a new remark...a short comment..yeah another one. Dusk wasn't really that pissed he was use to be mistaken for a short twelve year old...or a tall eight year old. With a little angsty tone in his voice he replied to her comment..

"I'm four foot eight, and actually...I'm seventeen..."

He tried to not to get angry but she was pushing his buttons..and not the way she would do it to Deadpool. EH, this wasn't turning out fun. BUT WHY THE HELL ISN'T DEADPOOL DOING ANYTHING. Well, Dusk decided to confront this mofo, he seemed to be.

Deadpool you alive? Oh of course you are you can't die...

Huh this was a weird day...screw deadpool he always gets the girls Lil ol dusk always ends up alone (D;)

"I'm wearing a skirt," Rose pointed out blandly, motioning to her skirt, in which indeed she was wearing on her person. "But I think you prove a point." She kept measuring herself and comparing to Dusk.

"Damn man, what'd your mom feed you, short pills?" She questioned, remarking at his age compared to his height. "I'm the same age, and sadly I can sit on you and your ass would be dead in like five seconds!"

She looked over at Deadpool, who hadn't said a single damn thing since she'd entered.
"Uhhhh....what the hell? Usually when I enter a topic you're always commenting about my tits, and then I get all flustered and pissy. Now I'm actually in a flirtatious mood, and you're all quiet!"