STONE COLD KILLER / o, dual-joiners

[Wade Wilson]

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Wade counted his lucky stars right, having chosen not to wear his usual red suit now shoved in the pack slung over his shoulders. This place was hot, but pleasantly hot. It was good weather for a pina colada, sunny, right by the seaside-- hell it almost felt like they were taking a vacation and he would forever welcome such a treat. But of course they weren't here to live it up in Jamaica, rather join a crew of sorts. Wade never saw himself as the Jack Sparrow type but damnit he was going to have fun with this.

The heavily scarred furless male wasn't far behind, having paused in his mindless jabbering of how boring this post was starting to get to lose himself in his thoughts of Margaritaville. He shook himself back to the present as Vanessa spoke. Stopping beside the female, he glanced her way. "Pretty sure someone'll come in a moment here. Next post maybe." he commented casually, squinting up at the large looming wall that served as a "grand entrance" to the Typhoon's lands.

[glow=black,2,300]HERE TO KICK NAMES AND TAKE ASS[/glow]