It's 10:00. Do you know where your daughter is?

Feb 22, 2007 03:15

It's late. That's when bad guys come out.

Come out to play! Not come out of the closet! Holy crap, is THAT the wrong mood when you're gonna meet Flamey McSnidely out in somebody's backyard for an illicit rendezvous - ew. Okay, starting over.

It's dark outside in X-Land. Deadpool's perched in the pre-assigned tree, staying out of sight, looking again at that uninhabited room that belongs to Theresa Cassidy. Still not there. Still hasn't BEEN there. Nothing's changed.

Who's bright idea was it to loop in the uncle that ruined her life on this little distressed damsel mission? He'll blame it on C.F.

So he waits for Black Tom to show up, as he hasn't heard dick from the man, nor has he discovered much of anything from the connections he shook down. No big vendettas, Typhoid's accounted for, and if T-Ray had her, the big fugly band-aid sportin' mook of all mooks would've said so by now.

So, next stop is bringing Dear Ole Da in on the quest. It'll be worth it just to watch Terry's two paternal figures bite each other's heads off. It promises to be a yukfest hootenanny.

Provided that Terry's not stuck in "Deliverance" or "Misery" somewhere.

No worst-casin' it yet, kemoslobby.

m, banshee, "the search for siryn", black tom cassidy, deadpool

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