Post by xLEGACYx on Jul 26, 2013 2:05:10 GMT
Pre Flashpoint Deathstroke VS Wolverine
Sitting in his chair, the glow of dozens of computer monitors illuminating the room, Slade reviewed his notes on his next target. He had been given ample information on him by his employer. Also he had been delivered a case holding a special requested item. Since working for this new employer Slade was able to request any artifact or munitions and he was given it without question. On top of that he was rewarded handsomely for his services. Standing over the case the soft glow from the screens washed over his back. He then raised the lid to the stained oak case, his eyes resting upon a brilliantly crafted blade. Though he had never seen it in action with his own two eyes; its history spoke for itself. This was the Muramasa Blade. Soon he would put it to the test and see if its legend was true. Sheathing the blade on his back, he then donned his mask. He had been researching his target for weeks, although he had quite a reputation. Now it was time to strike, marking an X through his targets name as he walked past the board on his way out.
Over the last few weeks Logan felt as though he was being followed but never noticed anything or anyone out of place. Nothing suspicious turned up but he couldn’t shake the feeling. The rain was coming down furiously outside the mansion tonight. Throwing on his leather jacket Logan headed out into the storm. He and Scott had had another major disagreement with the way things were being run with the X-Men and X-Force. The argument was nothing over the top but the usual threat of Logan leaving or Scott kicking him off the team like always, neither ever following through permanently. With that though Logan set out into town to his favorite place to brood and get a drink.
Sitting in a booth at the back of the dimly lit bar, Logan slouched watching the dancer on stage while sipping on a beer. Leaning back in the booth he lowered his cowboy hat over his face some, relaxing a bit. One of the scantly dressed waitresses brought another drink over to his table, sitting it down clumsily. Logan noticed she had left a note sitting face down on the table. He asked the girl who had given her the note and she pointed to a figure up at the bar that remained in the shadows. Looking back down Logan picked up the note and began to read. You think you stopped Romulus, you were wrong. The things you don’t know will kill you!? When he looked back up after reading the note the man that was at the bar was gone. Logan searched the room for the man and spotted him just as he disappeared out the back exit leading into the alley way. Turning the table over as he leapt from the booth, he took off towards the door. Hurtling the stage runway he came up just a few feet from the exit. Startled the dancer covered up and ran for the back. Logan then burst through the door.
He was suddenly knocked senseless and found himself on the wet asphalt as the rain continued to pour. Blood trickling down Logan’s face, Slade stood with a smoking pistol in his hand. He knew it wouldn’t kill him but it would get his point across. Slade had been waiting just outside the door and shot Logan in the temple as his head emerged outside. Logan climbed to his feet with a look of anger in his eyes. Looking at his attacker he saw the man was dressed to fight and heavily armed with weapons from knives, to guns, to explosives. Logan thought to himself that his attacker must know his reputation. Then he noticed the sword on the man’s back. It wasn’t just any sword, it was his Achilles heel. It was the Muramasa Blade. Somehow this guy had acquired it. Knowing he had to be on his toes, he picked up his hat and extended his claws. Expecting this Slade drew his sword and prepared to fight. He had planned for this all along in fact.
Deathstroke w/ Muramasa Blade, 2 pistols, and a pack of C4.
VS
Wolverine 100%
Deathstoke has notes on Wolverine and a couple weeks of prep.
Sitting in his chair, the glow of dozens of computer monitors illuminating the room, Slade reviewed his notes on his next target. He had been given ample information on him by his employer. Also he had been delivered a case holding a special requested item. Since working for this new employer Slade was able to request any artifact or munitions and he was given it without question. On top of that he was rewarded handsomely for his services. Standing over the case the soft glow from the screens washed over his back. He then raised the lid to the stained oak case, his eyes resting upon a brilliantly crafted blade. Though he had never seen it in action with his own two eyes; its history spoke for itself. This was the Muramasa Blade. Soon he would put it to the test and see if its legend was true. Sheathing the blade on his back, he then donned his mask. He had been researching his target for weeks, although he had quite a reputation. Now it was time to strike, marking an X through his targets name as he walked past the board on his way out.
Over the last few weeks Logan felt as though he was being followed but never noticed anything or anyone out of place. Nothing suspicious turned up but he couldn’t shake the feeling. The rain was coming down furiously outside the mansion tonight. Throwing on his leather jacket Logan headed out into the storm. He and Scott had had another major disagreement with the way things were being run with the X-Men and X-Force. The argument was nothing over the top but the usual threat of Logan leaving or Scott kicking him off the team like always, neither ever following through permanently. With that though Logan set out into town to his favorite place to brood and get a drink.
Sitting in a booth at the back of the dimly lit bar, Logan slouched watching the dancer on stage while sipping on a beer. Leaning back in the booth he lowered his cowboy hat over his face some, relaxing a bit. One of the scantly dressed waitresses brought another drink over to his table, sitting it down clumsily. Logan noticed she had left a note sitting face down on the table. He asked the girl who had given her the note and she pointed to a figure up at the bar that remained in the shadows. Looking back down Logan picked up the note and began to read. You think you stopped Romulus, you were wrong. The things you don’t know will kill you!? When he looked back up after reading the note the man that was at the bar was gone. Logan searched the room for the man and spotted him just as he disappeared out the back exit leading into the alley way. Turning the table over as he leapt from the booth, he took off towards the door. Hurtling the stage runway he came up just a few feet from the exit. Startled the dancer covered up and ran for the back. Logan then burst through the door.
He was suddenly knocked senseless and found himself on the wet asphalt as the rain continued to pour. Blood trickling down Logan’s face, Slade stood with a smoking pistol in his hand. He knew it wouldn’t kill him but it would get his point across. Slade had been waiting just outside the door and shot Logan in the temple as his head emerged outside. Logan climbed to his feet with a look of anger in his eyes. Looking at his attacker he saw the man was dressed to fight and heavily armed with weapons from knives, to guns, to explosives. Logan thought to himself that his attacker must know his reputation. Then he noticed the sword on the man’s back. It wasn’t just any sword, it was his Achilles heel. It was the Muramasa Blade. Somehow this guy had acquired it. Knowing he had to be on his toes, he picked up his hat and extended his claws. Expecting this Slade drew his sword and prepared to fight. He had planned for this all along in fact.
Deathstroke w/ Muramasa Blade, 2 pistols, and a pack of C4.
VS
Wolverine 100%
Deathstoke has notes on Wolverine and a couple weeks of prep.
