Dreadpool
King Dreadpool, the Wrathful
Naraku had lost interest in listening to this conversation only moments ago. Just two odd individuals, nothing else. Naraku smirked at the thought of his early inquisitiveness. There was no point in remaining here, he had the shard, now it was time to make his departure. His cloaked form was surrounded by a scorching vortex of miasma, evaporating the snow in a fairly wide radius around him. He lingered just long enough to watch Deadpool's vehicle drive off, before vanishing...