Things fall apart [OPEN]

[wantsapprentice.livejournal.com]

WHO: SLADE (wantsapprentice) and ANYONE ELSE on this list
WHERE: All over downtown!
WHEN: TODAY!
WARNINGS: Violence, fire, and a batshit Slade!
SUMMARY: SLADE LOSES HIS MARBLES, AND PEOPLE COME TO KICK HIS ASS AND CLEAN UP THE MESS.
FORMAT: Quicklog! Tag yourselves in!

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WADE VS. SLADE LET'S GO!

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

The big flaming guy bopping on rooftops. Last time Deadpool tangoed with one of this guy's creations, he wound up flaming himself.

This time, it's shishkabobby for this crispy creep. Bounding up from below, seemingly from nowhere comes a pair of stabby swords at his back.

"Great googly moogly, time for some Douchebag Friccasee!"

HELL YEAH!

[wantsapprentice.livejournal.com]

[It isn't often that Slade allows himself to cut loose and just enjoy what he does. Right now, though, in the midst of a raging inferno, he's in his element -- a true scion of Delirium for the first time since May -- and it's glorious.

Turning briefly at the sound of a voice calling out, Slade smiles beneath the mask, flames hot enough to melt metal already rising to his defense, wreathing his body in a bloodred aura. Slamming his fist on the rooftop, it promptly erupts where Deadpool's standing, peppering the area with flaming debris.]

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"Holy Milk of Magnesia!" Deadpool blurts when his swords start to bend and wither. "Cheaty McCheatcheat - "

His quip remains unfinished as suddenly he's launched in the air with the chunk of roof he's standing on, prompting an immediate backflip and a footplant off a taller building next door, and a spring leap back at Slade, a boot aimed squarely at his face - the blind eye side.

"Time for something funky with sole!"

[wantsapprentice.livejournal.com]

[If Slade were amateur or unused to the limits of his blinded side, he might not have seen that coming. As it is, he twists his body a little, not enough to avoid it entirely, but to lessen the damage, certainly. It knocks him back, just a step, but then he's retaliating, returning the favor with a flaming fist aimed right at Deadpool's face.]

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

As much as that hurts, Wade spins with it, and even though it burns off half his mask and obscures his vision with fire, the punch he throws back is nonetheless dead-on in its aim at Slade's throat.]

[wantsapprentice.livejournal.com]

[The blow hits him square in the throat, and this time, he falls back more than just a step. It hurts, but the demonic power flowing through him more than compensates. He just chokes out a laugh and sends yet another torrent of flames Deadpool's way.]

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

This time, Wade ducks and rolls low, whipping out a dagger to try and stab it into Slade's Achilles.

"Not feeling chatty today, Sladebag? That a frog in your throat or just gurgling blood and Adam's apple-juice?"

[wantsapprentice.livejournal.com]

[He's already healing so when the blow comes, he dodges neatly, landing in a crouch some yards away. Straightening, he stands on the edge of the roof, the flames of the surrounding area seeming to intensify, to gather around him as he answers.]

There exists a time for everything. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to live, and a time to die. [Fire wreathes his hands, a seething glow that radiates everything this event has brought upon him.]

The time is mine, Wade. I am hers.

[Death. Delirium. Desire. Despair.

It doesn't matter.

The flames engulf him as they tear through the building, utterly destroying it from the rooftop downward.]

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"Oooooooookaaaayyyy, that's not batshit at all!" Wade snaps, before breaking into a sprint to close the distance between the two of them.

"Whose are ya, Cap'n Crotch? Catherine the Great? Aunt Jemima? Angela Lansbury? You can't be Bea Arthur's, because that's who owns me alrea-GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY THATZALOTTA FIRE -"

The roof crumbles beneath him, and Deadpool catches on fire immediately as he plummets downwards into the midst of the collapsing pile of rubble, hopelessly buried beneath it.