25 Unicorn Street, Sunday Morning

[on_her_korhal]

Now that it was the next day and her head was no longer pounding from the unanticipated teleport, Kerrigan finally had the time to get a full grip on the situation. She stretched as she came out of the bedroom, stripped down to her civvies, finally out of the clingy Ghost suit.

More civvies might be necessary.

She looked up. If she was going to stay here for the time being (days? weeks? months? the teacher thing sounded pretty indefinite), she'd have to fix the hole in the ceiling, get rid of the ballpit, and build some recharge stations (hidden well, of course) for the suit.

And fix the door. Lucky thing the place really did seem abandoned. At least the previous occupant had made sure she didn't need to build any more gun racks.

[ open for anyone interested in scoping out who broke into the house. and by 'open' i mean 'the door's broke' ]

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[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy still did his own patrols in the town when he needed to get away from the paperwork. Which was what he was doing that morning. When he passed by 25 Unicorn Street, he couldn't help but notice something wrong. As far as he knew, it was Deadpool house, not that he'd noticed a whole lot activity there these last few weeks. The broken lock made him wonder if the mercenary had brought some of his trouble down to Fandom.

Slipping his hand in his pocket, he pulled on the glove there and moved up to the door, carefully pushing it open and staring into the hallway, ears strained for any noises.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She was standing by the ballpit, trying to make sense of how to dismantle something like that, when she heard the most minute creaking of the door. It was probably nothing, but...

New place, new rules, same old instincts. Within moments, Kerrigan had a handgun ready, stalking quietly towards the wall that supported the entrance to the hallway.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

He didn't hear anything, but there were signs that someone had definitely been here. Then again, maybe Deadpool had just lost his keys. He still didn't feel comfortable enough calling out however and moved further into the hall towards the kitchen.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan had settled by the doorway now, gun ready. She peered around it and - swiftly - into the hall, fingers curling. Just a lay of the land and a glance at the fact that yes, there was a man there.

Should've never taken off the suit. These things were a lot easier under a cloak.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Thinking he saw something, Roy headed further down the hall. His hand slipped from his pocket, fingers together and ready for attack if needed as he approached the kitchen.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

And that brought him close enough to read--

Kerrigan smirked. Well, hello, Sheriff Mustang.

"Sheriff," she called, waited a moment, then slid out of her position, grip on the gun loosening maybe a little. At least she wasn't pointing it at him. "Don't tell me. You live here."

Not that she didn't know he didn't.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy blinked, startled to find the Lieutenant there and he slowly lowered his hand, his eye flicking to the gun she was holding.

"I don't," he replied. "But then as far as I know, you don't either, Lieutenant."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan kept a quiet lock on his thoughts, telekinetics pouring through her muscles like adrenaline in case he decided to make a move. Maybe she should've disabled him, first - but it seemed like a bad start if she was going to be here for a while.

"Guess I should've sent your office a change of address card," she remarked.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy frowned. "Or simply got the keys from the previous owner," he replied, still uncertain as things felt off. "You bought this place from him?"

Yes, he was being overly curious now but he had a job to do and after the mess with Umbridge, he didn't quite trust the school to hire the right people.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I needed a place to stay," she said, simply. There wasn't really anything in that sentence that Kerrigan wanted to elaborate on. "Somehow lugging around a lot of ordenance for days at a time doesn't seem like a good idea."

Her grip on the gun loosened a little more. It was a gesture of good will on her part, albeit not one that couldn't be compensated if the need was there.

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"No," Roy agreed even if the most material he had to log around was a pair of gloves. There still was the fact that the door was broken open and she hadn't yet confirmed that she'd bought this place.

"You still might want to talk to Deadpool about getting the keys," he pointed out, the line of his shoulders less tense. If she was looking for trouble, she could have given it to him already. "He's not entirely sane so it might save us both a headache," he offered.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I've met him," she said, the sides of her mouth quirking slightly. Danger passed, at least for the moment, Kerrigan slipped her weapon back into its holster.

"By the looks of things," she said, gesturing back towards the living room and the ballpit that took up most of it, "He's got bigger problems than me."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

After hearing radio last night, Deadpool ambled on over to his old house to see if the ball pit was still there. It was very important to the house.

Really.

He wandered on in, not really bothering to knock or anything. It was his house, after all.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

It's not like there was any lock left on the door to bother him on his way in, after all. Kerrigan was inspecting the integrity of the ceiling when she heard the rather loud noise of someone stomping into the building.

She drew her gun almost immediately, sliding to a less visible position and pointing the weapon at the doorway.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

It was almost like being back at home with all the times a weapon had been drawn on him this weekend.

"Aww, I liked that hole in the ceiling. Gave the room character."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Character for the room, pneumonia for me," Kerrigan remarked, lowering the gun slightly when she recognized him as a friendly.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Same thing," Deadpool replied cheerfully. "So you're in my old house, huh? Try to avoid the two back bedrooms, they smell funny."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Of all the ways she thought this particular meeting would go, that wasn't one of them. Kerrigan blinked, then found a smirk breaking gently into her face. "I noticed," she said.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"And it wasn't locked, you really didn't have to kick the door down," Deadpool told her disapprovingly.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"People don't tend to leave their doors unlocked where I come from," Kerrigan pointed out. "Actually, they don't tend to leave them undefended, either."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Well," Deadpool said, wandering over to his dusty couch and plopping down. "My theory is, that if someone really wants to attack me, a locked door won't do much to stop 'em."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Alright." She raised an eyebrow at him, but then again -- technically it was still his house. "I thought this place was abandoned."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"It kinda was," Deadpool admitted. "I moved out half way through the summer. New roommate."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I could tell by the cobwebs." She swatted at one for emphasis.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"They also give the house character?" Deadpool offered with a shrug as he started digging through his pouches for the keys to the house.