V I S A G E
re: the favored portrayal
His most often used appearance. He finds this one the most pleasing as well as capable of garnering trust in those he meets.
re: the wrong road
His least used appearance. Oftentimes it’s when he’s upset or angry and wouldn’t want to sully his own reputation.
re: a darker half
Moderately used appearance. Like the previous, used when angry, however this one has less to do with irrational anger, than with anger towards people, or a person. Strangely, he is the most authoritative in this form, despite it being the youngest.
Going to be updating/changing things for a bit. Not too much I don’t think. But a little bit. probably do a change to my theme tho. and put up a verses page or at least some kind of ‘what the hell is time doing’ kind of thing. idk we’ll see. probably update the about page to so there’s a little more info there.
( inhuman. that’s the first thing maggie notices
about the stranger with the dark hair and even
darker eyes. there’s something about the way
he carries himself, and something in how the
emotion washes over her like a wave rather
than a storm.
within him is none of the ever present
how curious. )
If he had a top hat he might have tipped it, but as it was, the brunet did not have any such article of clothing upon him. He was clad in simple attire: a light jacket over a dark blue long-sleeved shirt and faded blue jeans. It was nothing that should have made him stand out, as that was one of his specialties. However, this woman seemed to hone on him as if she had some kind of preternatural sense that he was not the same as the others. Perhaps he’s trespassed somewhere he shouldn’t.
“Ah, yes?…I’m sorry, is there something I can help you with?”
❝ are you aware of the pigeon following you.❞
Time paused, not to look around, but to stare at the male before him with an arched brow. He was certain that birds did not generally follow people around, unless it was common for them to follow non-human entities. That would be interesting, indeed.
”What kind of a game is it to ask that?”
"I’ve no idea if he knew which memories he were takin’ or if he just wiped the last few hours when he… intervened. That’s the problem. I know he wiped me clean so that I wouldn’t remember bein’ cut open and stolen from an’ I know it’s been happening for at least two years… but I’m so jumbled up, dude, I’m gonna make him pay for what he did an’ fill in some blanks. I’ll do a freakin’ color-by-numbers with his blood.”
Were it so easy.
Deadpool did nod appreciatively in regards to the well wishes, he assumed that Time would know if he lived through this scenario but he humored him anyway. Maybe Time had the restraint to not look into the future, honestly, Wade did not want to know.
"I’m quite curious how you’re planning on doing this…" And he could look into the future and see the events unfold with his own eyes before they occurred, but Time had never been interested in spoiling these things for himself. He was the Watcher, after all, if he went to the end of all their lives right now, it would be a real bore. Besides that, Time liked Deadpool. He had a tendency to rely on his first judgment and he had not yet been led astray.
”How violent.” He said this as if it he were talking about planting a tree, or some other inane thing and not the vicious death of another being. As a force of nature himself, Time could not be bothered by such things. “Perhaps I’ll watch how it all works out for you.” Time’s gaze strayed from the costume garbed man. “But I must bid you farewell now. Don’t forget, if you’re in need of some unbiased company, I’m more than willing to drop by.”
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► No white and yellow voices in his head
► No Daniel Way stuff
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"Consider my brain officially wrinkled.” Deadpool, being his usual self-centered person, had not even considered the possibility that Time observed all other life and other planets with different cycles. The fact that he remembered something so inconceivable, something so impossible to imagine, intrigued the mercenary.
"There’re gaps in my memory too — not by choice. I’m gonna fix it, though. I know who took ‘em and I’m gonna get some retribution. I probably won’t be able to restore my memories but I’m sure that some of ‘em can stay gone.” He thought for a moment. “No offense, but we’re kinda similar.”
“None taken.” The entity replied. Similarities didn’t bother Time, and it certainly didn’t bother him to have any with Deadpool. He wouldn’t have decided to associate with him had Time thought him disagreeable. But he was right; they did have a few similarities and Time found himself taking a moment to ponder on that thought. “I’d rather, for your sake, we weren’t.”
”I wish you luck. I imagine you might be in need of it.” Time gave a faint smile before continuing. “I am curious, though… why would someone take your memories? Is there something you are meant to remember but one who does not wish you to?…Not that it’s any of my business really.”