The Omen of Death
My presence has marked your eventual demise.
"That's more like it! A true breakfast! Thine brothers and thine sisters! We shall soon feast thine innkeepers fine cuisine!" Deadpool exclaimed with excitement and speaking in a stereotypical Medieval type way and accent. He then pulled a chair over and leaned over forward slightly on the backrest of the chair. "So! You may be wondering, who the fuck wears red spandex, carries around two katana's, and two guns, that my friends is a good question! For I will tell you just that! Though, honestly, I would be a bit surprised if none of you knew me or heard of me by now!""Okay then; 5 steaks and eggs. Got it! Be right back!" The Innkeeper bowed as he entered the kitchen. Soon enough, sounds of cooking can be heard outside of the room...It doesn't appear that he has any other worker.
"Now that's over..." Akira sighed, turning to the group, noticing another stranger; one clad in some leather and steel armor, but mostly leather. His face is covered by a viking helmet. "Let's sit down for a minute or two. Food's not coming soon." Akira said as he found the nearest seat and sat down on it quickly, waiting for a chance to introduce the group to the newcomers.
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The Omen of Death
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Phantom Thief of Hearts
"Movie's and Comics don't transcend on through universes... Or not usually..." "I don't care head! Trying to boost my self-esteem here!" "That's just setting it up to get it almost instantly knocked back down..." "You know what whatever! Anywho! I go by many names! The Merc with the Mouth, The Regenerate Degenerate, The Sultan of Sarcasm, and so many other nicknames that even Daenerys Targaryen would go crazy hearing them all, I am the one the only Deadpool!"
And with that Deadpool did a backflip and to add on, even more, flair he quickly drew his katana's as he landed and did controlled slices keeping them away from the others, except for the fact that he sliced parts of the chairs behind him quickly then glaring behind him. "Bravo 10 outta 10 all the way!" "Uh huh, and you ended up slicing the chairs as a bonus..." "Uhh, I can fix that!" And just like that he put the broken chairs away and pulled out brand new identical chairs from his magic satchel and replaced them. Deadpool then sighed with relief wiped his forehead while he still had his mask on, which essentially meant that did nothing, and then began whistling and nonchalantly as if nothing happened sat in the chair as if nothing happened.