Owner	Pose
Wade Wilson	Wade Wilson is out for a late night walk with his girlfriend. They haven't had much time to spend together of late, both of their respective jobs (if you could call what Deadpool does a job) keeping them busy as it was. He is dressed in his suit. Not out of a need to hide, but more out of a reputation to maintain and an image to keep. He *is* however without the mask. His face is scarred and wrinkled, a sharp reminder that the cancer in his system isn't gone. In fact, it is growing at a rate that in tandem with his regenerative healing factor.     He breathes in deeply and exhales before looking at the woman by his side. "This is nice. Haven't had a long walk in a park with someone I care for in..." he thinks. "I honestly, can't remember. I mean, sure versions of me from other worlds have probably had panels of me walking in a park, but those sorts of details are often easy to forget." He waves a hand in front of him, taking in the park as a whole. "Set dressing for the tales that people tell about ol' DP."
Sara Pezzini	The last time Sara took the time to walk in a park, she ended up jumping into the Hudson river to rescue a bus full of people. It was a nice change of pace to just be enjoying the evening with her boyfriend. Her arm hooked in his as they walk, listening to the sounds of the city, just relaxing. She was dressed for the cooler weather, with a deep blue pea coat over her usual turtle neck, a pair of jeans and her usual combat boots. On her right wrist was a silver band bracelet with huge red stone in the center, other wise there was no jewelry. "The panels that lead into the random attack out of the trees?" she muses aloud, offering him a smile. "It's a nice night, not too cold either. Pretty soon there will likely be snow falling and ass freezing, so let's enjoy it while we can."
Michelangelo	There is not a random attack out of the trees, but there /is/ a whistling from over yonder, where a human-sized turtle is walking on his back legs. And he's wearing an orange bandana, and ninja gear. Michelangelo, the 'fun' ninja turtle, for those who know of him. Not that many do.     He's in 'Cowabunga Carl' mode, which mostly just means he's carrying a shiny birthday balloon that bobs in the air as he saunters, doing a couple of dance moves to the tune he's whistling.
Wade Wilson	Wade nods. "Oh, of course..." he says to Sara. "Once it gets to that level we stay in, huddled close before a fireplace... which can be fun as well." He smiles and looks at the approaching turtle.     He gasps and stops bringing Sara to a stop with him, linked as they are. A tune comes into his words: "Teen-age Mu-tant Nin-ja Tur-tles, Teen-age Mu-tant Nin-ja Tur-tles..." He continue, speeding through the song with most of the words mumbled. He gets to what sounds like a bridge and sings: "Leonardo leads, Donatello does machines..." there is a pause, more words mumbled and then, "Raphael is cool but rude--'Give me a break!', Michelangelo is a PARTY DUDE!"     He all but beams at the turtle. "You're... you're REAL here?! That is SO FUCKING COOL!"
Sara Pezzini	As Wade comes to a stop, so does Sara, and she starts looking around. It's not hard to miss the human-sized turtle walking their way, but that doesn't mean the rain registered it as a human-sized turtle... walking... her... way. She starts blinking, head tilting slightly. Yes, she is dating one of the single most insane people on the planet, a man who talks about things in the perspective of alternate realities and talks to people that aren't there as if an inner monolog was occurring... but this was a walking turtle. As Wade starts singing, her eyes slowly move off the turtle to look at him. It was actually comforting to know that he had some sort of clue about this... teenage mutant ninja turtle, clearly from that alternate reality, cosmic radiation, perspective. "Oh good, I'm not seeing things," she comments, then looks back to the turtle. "Yep, still there... not losing it."
Michelangelo	Michelangelo doesn't /quite/ realize the song's for him at first, but then... there's people, one in a costume and one not, and the one in costume is singing at him. So he grins and says, "I've never heard that song before, dude, but it's catchy. Uhh... oh, you must be a fan of Cowabunga Carl, right?" He turns the grin on Sara. "I'm /totally/ real, and I've got good rates." That's the explanation. Really. He's not a walking turtle, he's a guy in a turtle costume. A /really good/ turtle costume. Really.
Wade Wilson	Wade opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens his mouth again and then shakes his head. "No. No. It's in the freaking name. I'm a mutant as well and we gotta stick together. Be yourself, man."     "Cowabunga Carl! I love it!" He looks at Sara and nods. "He's a mutant who... well, from what this" he points to his head, "tells me, was transformed into a humanoid by the power of radioactive waste. In the early runs it was just called 'Ooze' no clue what the situation is here."     He looks to Mikey. "How much of that tracks?" he asks. He really does look like a kid in a candy shop every time he looks at the turtle.
Sara Pezzini	Sara had seen a /lot/ of things in her time with the Witchblade. She'd been to several levels of Hell, fought demons, devils, ghosts, spirits and other such entities, worked with mutants of all types, including a few that looked nothing like humans any more and still no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see a man in a costume... she saw a mutant turtle. Then Wade is explaining what the 'cosmic radiation' was telling him, and it made sense to her, more so than a costume. She watches the excitement on his face, the way his eyes light up as something new presents itself for him to compare to what he thinks he knows. It makes her smile, she just can't not get that goofy 'you're so adorable' expression on her face. Looking to the turtle now the smile changes to one of almost sympathy of having Wade inflicted upon him. "It's alright to be who you are," she says softly. "You won't see either of us judging you for being a mutant, if that is in fact what you are. I fight for equality for all, just as he does." Then she extends her hand as she adds, "I'm Sara Pezzini by the way."
Michelangelo	"...Wait, wait, hold up, dude." Michelangelo puts up a three-fingered hand. "Just... okay, slow down. Go back. Man, I wish Leo was here. So, uhh, cannot confirm or deny radioactive waste but okay, yeah, I /am/ a mutant turtle, sure. Which is really cool, honestly, like, my brothers and I fight evil and everything." He grins. He seems pretty easy-going. "But, uhh... what's telling you that exactly?"     After a moment, his eyes widen. "Oh, dude! I'm so sorry! I'm Michelangelo, Mikey to my friends." He holds out a hand. "Most of the time it's easier to just let people think it's a turtle costume, y'know? Much more chill."
Wade Wilson	Wade gestures to his face. "Look. At. My. Face" he says with heavy ennunciation. "I was tortured into mutating and now my body heals pretty much anything except the cancer in my body... because it's growing just as fast as my cells can kill it."     He smiles and after Sara exchanges her pleasantries, he shakes the offered hand as well. "Deadpool. Er... Wade. And... as for what's telling me; it's... complicated."     He gestures to the air. "Fourth Wall. Non-studio audience. Cosmic radiation. Whatever you want to call it. I get... flashes, information, knowledge about other worlds. Other universes where things are the same but... not." He holds a hand out to Mikey. "For instance. I know who and what you are from an animated TV show and comic books."
Sara Pezzini	Sara shakes the offered hand, no hesitation or pause over the fact that he's a mutant, and the smile remains in place on her face. "Nice to meet you Mikey," she offers, then let's Wade attempt to explain the cosmic radiation aspect of his brain. He was getting better at it, but she had no idea about the Fourth Wall aspect, that was one she'd have to consider at a later date. "From what I've seen, he's right about what he 'knows' nearly seventy percent of the time," she comments. "Sometimes there are minor differences, other times more major, but the over all knowledge about someone or something seems to be correct. He was mostly right about me, so confirm or deny aside, it's out there." Now she gives Wade a slight nudge, "You need to remember not to just blurt things out, just in case the person your talking to or about wants to keep their identity and information a secret... like me."
Michelangelo	Michelangelo winces at 'tortured into mutating.' "Not cool, dude," he mutters. "Not cool." But he listens to the explanations after shaking hands, nodding along like he understands anything at all.     "I don't understand that at all," he says, "but it sounds /awesome/." A pause, then, "Wait, no, is that like... our master's always talking about wisdom. Maybe you have, like... /cosmic wisdom/." He waves a hand at Sara. "No, it's chill, it's cool, it's /fine/, it's... oh, hey! I know!"     He takes a step back. Strikes a pose, legs spread apart, one arm toward Wade and the other at his side. "Okay, cosmic wisdom dude... what do turtles like to eat?"
Wade Wilson	Wade winces at Sara's comment. "Oh... damn. You're right. I was so good with P-Spider-Man the other day too.." he says. He nods. "I'll do better. Promise." He makes a cross over his heart with his index finger.     But then Mikey's waving it off and asks: THE QUESTION. "Pizza!" Wade exclaims. "They love pizza and..." he looks astonished and actually lowers his voice a bit. "Splinter is... he's real too?" he asks. "I... could I maybe meet him sometime? I know he doesn't like the limelight but... I... it'd be an honor."     There is a reverence in his tone and demeanor that Sara has never seen. He's genuinely serious about meeting this Splinter, figure, whoever he is.
Sara Pezzini	Sara has kept her eyes on Wade, watching the reactions and expressions as he talks, while reading body language. These were all ways to learn more about the man, and seeing that reverence offered over whom ever Splinter was, was enlightening. "Mmm, pizza," she mutters more to herself then to either of them. That's when an idea pops into her head and she does with it. "I got an idea, why don't we go to Mikey's favorite pizza place, get something to eat and get out of the cold?"
Michelangelo	"PIZZA!" Michelangelo grins, and actually claps, and jumps in the air a little. And realizes somewhere in there he lost his balloon. He jumps in the air, impressively high, to catch the string and bring it back down. "Pizza sounds /great/. And I cannot promise a meeting but I will /totally/ ask. Anything for a dude who loves pizza." He grins.     "That's a great idea! I was just gonna head over anyway, okay, there's this place two blocks up, they do a /great/ classic New York slice..."