[ As luck would have it, Deadpool is the type to jump with both feet into the Synchrony culture here, as clingy as he is, but the absence of being traditionally attractive proves a challenge. Or it should, but strangely Wade has had remarkably good luck running into people who barely flinch at the sight of him under the suit. Anyway, Molly is willing, now he's stuck to him like glue. Good luck scraping him off!
Wade listens, comforted by the pat on the back of his mask. Naturally, he doesn't stay quiet for long. ]
Mmhmm. You'd think being me would be fun and fresh, but trust me I am not looking forward to the eventuality of outliving my friends. I already outlived my girlfriend and I can't even join her.
[ Big Yikes. ]
Hang on — how does someone come back to life and be a different person?
[Molly knows all about being shunned for his looks- surprisingly, humans aren't very fond of tieflings (because they are almost literal mini demons from hell). And yet here, everyone finds him attractive and it's both surprising and flattering. So yes, those 'everyone' will get all the hugs and attention from him too. He doesn't want to scrape Deadpool off. Not just yet anyway.]
Hmm, I suppose that's one downside. [His mouth twists-] But one that comes... I think I'd rather take a hit for my friends that way than have this asshole try to dominate the world.
Trust me, my man, I have no idea. Perhaps I'm a chunk of him or something stuck in his body when he died the first time? There's some kind of dark, ritual magic involved to bring him back from what I gathered from my friends.
Well, it's my body, I'm not eager to give it back any time soon.
[ Already Deadpool is starting to feel like he's thawing out. It's not like he hasn't frozen to death before, but this one was different. It felt like he wasn't really just getting cold, it looked like he was washing out, losing color. Like slowly becoming a statue... and the cold itself was so unshakable, not even his ruby's fire could warm him, nothing except Synchrony could get the job done. He sighs contentedly as the color starts to seep back into his extremities, black and red, the washed-out grey retreating. ]
Oh, is that all? Well, if there's one thing Hollywood has taught us, dark ritual magic never pays, not half as well as crime does!
[ Wade, that doesn't even make sense. ]
Out of curiosity, how many times have you died? You make it sound kinda... regular.
[ Just how dangerous is the tarot-reading business where he comes from? ]
[Molly wasn't very cold, to begin with, but he definitively feels infinitely better with this little synchrony that's going on. Hopefully, the images of big bonfires in the middle of colorful tents with lanterns all around help Wade a little with his 'thawing'.]
I don't know what Hollywood is, but it is right. Crime does pay surprisingly well if you find the right people- and the right reason. [The thin line that Molly likes to dance on.]
How many... well, I personally, this soul of mine, died once. But I know this body had a previous owner. [Omitting the "small" thing like crawling out of the ground.] And it gets one in the future. It's weird shit, I don't want it to be regular.
Hollywood is where actors go to die on the inside.
[ This is 100% unhelpful. In lieu of clarity, Wade laughs and scoots up on the pillow, adjusting his position to spoon Molly enthusiastically. ]
So you're the ghost that possessed that body and the original came back to what, reclaim what was his? That sucks. And super confusing.
Good thing you ended up here. [ He winds his arms around his middle and cozies up, resting his chin on his shoulder. ] What are you gonna do now? Other than live your best adult-rated Ringling Brothers and Company life?
[Is he right? Or is he wrong? Wade is definitively not helpful about it so Molly's drawing his own random conclusions about it. And gives him a smile, even if it was followed by a little sigh.]
I don't know what happened. And I'm being completely sincere. All I know is that I woke up, [in the dirt] ran into the carnival, they accepted me, and I traveled with them for a long time. Then apparently I died and someone else was brought back into this body. And it DOES suck. [He is NOT a happy tiefling hearing that someone is using him, in a way, to hurt his friends.]
It is, really. Gives me a window of opportunity, I guess, to see if I can come up with something. If not... well, I guess I get the chance to know the others better and spend some time with them. [He wrinkles his nose,] I'm not sentimental a lot, but I hate missing opportunities.
Hardly! But there's no shortage of soul-sucking vampires, zombies pumped full of prescription medication, maybe throw in a bit of an internet or gaming addiction.... a splash of broken dreams.
[ And you've got Hollywood. Wade sighs, but then listens. Because Molly's done his own fair share of listening himself, so it's only fair. ]
Mmm. FOMO. [ He adds, unhelpfully. He reaches up to pet his locks though, then explains the acronym: ] Fear of missing out. Happens to everyone, even me.
[ Obviously, he's not lying. He's not able to, not now anyway. ]
I'm not normally one to say Al has a whole lot to add in any conversation, but she did once say: You can't really live until you've died a little.
Soul-sucking vampires? I think they went only for blood and sucked you dry- in a not-fun way. [He still doesn't get much of it, but he can grasp the gist of it.
Hollywood is something that rules things and people there 80% suck.]
Hmm, FOMO, first time hearing of that, [he sighs but nods his head,] I suppose you're right. I don't wanna miss out on things my friends are doing and yet I know I shouldn't be there to see it. It's... weird.
[And, miraculously, Molly's not lying either. It's a really rare thing, considering that he hates telling truth or "succumbing" to it. He likes to fight it, especially now that he knows he's died and yet he's still here. He's doing quite fine ignoring that fact.]
Well, it's all fun and games until you really die. [Aside from making his friends sad, his death brought a LOT of problems and a very nasty person back.]
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Wade listens, comforted by the pat on the back of his mask. Naturally, he doesn't stay quiet for long. ]
Mmhmm. You'd think being me would be fun and fresh, but trust me I am not looking forward to the eventuality of outliving my friends. I already outlived my girlfriend and I can't even join her.
[ Big Yikes. ]
Hang on — how does someone come back to life and be a different person?
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Hmm, I suppose that's one downside. [His mouth twists-] But one that comes... I think I'd rather take a hit for my friends that way than have this asshole try to dominate the world.
Trust me, my man, I have no idea. Perhaps I'm a chunk of him or something stuck in his body when he died the first time? There's some kind of dark, ritual magic involved to bring him back from what I gathered from my friends.
Well, it's my body, I'm not eager to give it back any time soon.
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Oh, is that all? Well, if there's one thing Hollywood has taught us, dark ritual magic never pays, not half as well as crime does!
[ Wade, that doesn't even make sense. ]
Out of curiosity, how many times have you died? You make it sound kinda... regular.
[ Just how dangerous is the tarot-reading business where he comes from? ]
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I don't know what Hollywood is, but it is right. Crime does pay surprisingly well if you find the right people- and the right reason. [The thin line that Molly likes to dance on.]
How many... well, I personally, this soul of mine, died once. But I know this body had a previous owner. [Omitting the "small" thing like crawling out of the ground.] And it gets one in the future. It's weird shit, I don't want it to be regular.
[Apparently very dangerous.]
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[ This is 100% unhelpful. In lieu of clarity, Wade laughs and scoots up on the pillow, adjusting his position to spoon Molly enthusiastically. ]
So you're the ghost that possessed that body and the original came back to what, reclaim what was his? That sucks. And super confusing.
Good thing you ended up here. [ He winds his arms around his middle and cozies up, resting his chin on his shoulder. ] What are you gonna do now? Other than live your best adult-rated Ringling Brothers and Company life?
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[Is he right? Or is he wrong? Wade is definitively not helpful about it so Molly's drawing his own random conclusions about it. And gives him a smile, even if it was followed by a little sigh.]
I don't know what happened. And I'm being completely sincere. All I know is that I woke up, [in the dirt] ran into the carnival, they accepted me, and I traveled with them for a long time. Then apparently I died and someone else was brought back into this body. And it DOES suck. [He is NOT a happy tiefling hearing that someone is using him, in a way, to hurt his friends.]
It is, really. Gives me a window of opportunity, I guess, to see if I can come up with something. If not... well, I guess I get the chance to know the others better and spend some time with them. [He wrinkles his nose,] I'm not sentimental a lot, but I hate missing opportunities.
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[ And you've got Hollywood. Wade sighs, but then listens. Because Molly's done his own fair share of listening himself, so it's only fair. ]
Mmm. FOMO. [ He adds, unhelpfully. He reaches up to pet his locks though, then explains the acronym: ] Fear of missing out. Happens to everyone, even me.
[ Obviously, he's not lying. He's not able to, not now anyway. ]
I'm not normally one to say Al has a whole lot to add in any conversation, but she did once say: You can't really live until you've died a little.
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Hollywood is something that rules things and people there 80% suck.]
Hmm, FOMO, first time hearing of that, [he sighs but nods his head,] I suppose you're right. I don't wanna miss out on things my friends are doing and yet I know I shouldn't be there to see it. It's... weird.
[And, miraculously, Molly's not lying either. It's a really rare thing, considering that he hates telling truth or "succumbing" to it. He likes to fight it, especially now that he knows he's died and yet he's still here. He's doing quite fine ignoring that fact.]
Well, it's all fun and games until you really die. [Aside from making his friends sad, his death brought a LOT of problems and a very nasty person back.]