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Blood Gulch Arms - Monday

Fandom had had its very first bankrobbery. Tex wasn't all too impressed. Never mind that she couldn't quite grasp why Parker of all people would need to rob a bank. Besides, if anyone should rob the bank, it was Tex.

Maybe it was out of protest that she opened the shop this morning. She was using a data pad to research the latest developments in explosives. Or she might have been playing a gruesome, bloody video game. Either really.

((Shop layout can be found here. For the new kids, the shop itself is bare. There are however brochures with specs on the weapons that she sells (mostly Halo based), but she can get her hands on pretty much anything if you give her a few days.))

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Deadpool ambled into the shop, quite pleased with his ability to amble. It had been a while since he had done so.

He stop and frowned.

"No weapons?"

Tex looked up from what she was doing. "Like I'm going to put my guns in the store so those idiot kids can put drool all over them," she replied.

"Put a window between the guns and the drooling kids." He paused, thinking about that. "But then you'd have to clean the glass after the kids got too excited, I guess. Damn. Do I get to see the guns at least? I promise not to drool." A pause. "Well, I won't drool unless it's a really, really nice gun."

"Can you even drool through that mask of yours?" she asked, regarding his costume. Her armour was so much cooler.

Pff, armor-shrmamor. His costume was the BOMB.

Literally on one special occasion.

"I don't see why not. I can't recall doing so when I wasn't getting blown up or something, but I'm sure it could happen."

"Yeah well, try to keep it to a minimum," Tex got up from her seat. "What kind of weapons are you looking for?"

Wade gave that some thought. "Something in the sniper rifle family would be nice. It's a present, you see."

"I've got the S2 AM Sniper Rifle (http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/S2_AM_Sniper_Rifle) in stock," she replied as she lifted the side of the counter to let Wade through. "It's got a slow loading time, but it's got a very impressive range."

She moved towards the locked door behind her and hit the password on the pad. When she told it "Fuckberries", the door opened up and Tex didn't wait for Wade to follow as she entered the weapon's storage. The room was completely filled racks of guns and a couple of crates that held ammo, grenades and explosives.

She didn't need to wait for Wade, he followed her closely and then promptly started grinning happily over the collection of weapons.

"The sniper rifle is for a beginner. I'm introducing her to modern weaponry," Wade said, looking at the grenade launcher. One could never have too many grenade launchers.

Tex considered it. "You might want to debate the MA5B Assault Rifle then," she said. "It's got autofire which makes it easier to handle," she explained. She could grab one for him to try out, but right now she was busy making sure he didn't mess anything up. (http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/MA5B_Assault_Rifle)

"I already gave her an assault rifle, and, while you can never have too many of those, I was hoping for something new. You know, mix things up like a big violent salad."

He paced next to the weapons, occasionally poking at one before moving on.

"What about that doggy in the window (http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/M7/Caseless_Sub_Machine_Gun)?", He asked, pointing at one that caught his eye.

"The M7/Caseless Sub Machine Gun," Tex explained. "Now that's a fine gun. Packs a punch and you can keep one hand free to do other damage. And any idiot can fire it, really."

(Oooo! Deadpool like!)

He reached for the pretty shiny gun. "May I?"

Tex nodded and waved a hand. "Be my guest. I have a space where you can try it out if you like."

"You've made me the happiest girl at the ball!" He said, grabbing the gun and giving it a quick hug.

"Lead on, my gun supplying love!"

"Buy two and I'll get you a pink dress with ribbons," Tex grabbed a couple of mags and headed through the only other door in the room which led to the range.

She tossed the mags to Wade and grabbed one of the training remotes from the workbench. "You don't need a target that stands still, do you?" she challenged, having the feeling that Wade knew enough to handle.

"Ooo! Cross-dressing and guns, very daytime talk show," Wade said, catching the mags with his free hand. He looked around the room.

(Best day ever.)

"Do people usually stand still when you're shooting at them?" He asked, grinning cockily.

"Usually they're dead on the ground after my first shot," Tex smirked, she could do cocky too. She switched on the training remote (not so accidently forgetting to turn off the fuction where it would shoot back) and it instantly zoomed off across the room.

Wade popped the mag in the gun, grinning as he took aim at the little moving target. "What is with this place and women who love guns? Not that I'm complaining or anything. I think it's the best thing since the sawed off shotgun."

He took his shot, getting a feel for the recoil on the gun, before it suddenly shot back at him. He dodged to the side, looking at Tex. "Nice!"

Tex smirked (not that Wade would be able to see it), seemingly satisfied with his reaction. "Keeps you on your toes, especially if you train with more than one remote," she tilted her head. "That's if you have a need to dodge things."

And that sounded like a challenge to Wade. Sometimes his ego got the better of him and then he'd have to get a new outfit because the old one had too many bullet holes and blood stains.

He grinned and charged the remote, taking a few bullets in the chest before cornering it and putting a few bullets in its little robotic brain.

"That work?" He asked, grinning like mad and wheezing as his lungs healed from the big holes in them. "Ow."

"That's got to be messy if you have to do that a lit," Tex remarked dryly, but she was watching the healing wounds with interest. "Handy skill."

He waved her off. "Nah, easier to dodge when it's actual people shooting at you. They're much more predictable," He said, wiping some of the blood off. "And isn't it just? I really should write a thank you note to Wolverine."

"Wolverine? That's the organisation that gave you the upgrades?" she asked.

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