Some random computer store

Keira glanced at the computer screen, curious as to why they would even think to have directions on how to use it. She rolled her eyes at the screen, muttering, "Stupid thing, I know how to use you!" To her surprise, it did not respond. "Well, thats rude of you, I'll just find a computer that will be friendlier!" She said that a little louder, so some of the shoppers in the store turned their heads toward her. She just adjusted her bright blue skirt and fedora, stuck her tongue out at them and skipped toward the next row of electronics. More strange looks were given, her neon attire apparently not accepted among a normal person society. Oh well Keira thought, I can just make them wear the same thing later. It's not like they can't be controlled.

As Deadpool was walking down the street, for once happy that the assassination wasn't terribly screwed up this time, he passes an electronics store and for some reason decides he needs a new computer. Well, Deadpool thought, the one i have now is kind of old, well... it is 4 years old so maybe i should get a new one. I mean, I have enough money for it. As he walks inside the only thing on his mind is how he is going to find one without looking stupid. I mean, he spends his time assassinating people, he doesn't need to learn about computers. As he walks in he gets nervous glances from everyone in there because of all of his weapons.What are they looking at, He thought, haven't they ever seen a masked assassin with tons of weapons strapped on to him walk into an electronics store before?

Keira was kind of stroking one of the computer screens when Deadpool walked in. Of course she knew him immediately, she had every Hero in this city marked. (not physically, but you know what I mean) She raised the corner of her mouth and stood a little taller in the aisle. She wasn't hard to notice, but the 'hero' was particularly dense, in Keira's opinion. She whispered to the computer that she would be back, and started to pace between the walls of electronics. She wanted to be noticed, wanted to see that the hero was humiliated, possibly that she would be known as more than a crazy girl that talks to inanimate objects and laughs at inappropriate times.

The 'hero' was wearing multiple weapons on his person, Keira could tell. He walked with his chest out in a cocky way, a way that if a female used, she would be called a slut. Would he just learn how to walk like a human? Keira asked herself, and she may have said it out loud, but didn't really notice weather or not she did. "I mean really, who does he think he is?" She muttered down at Lilly, the bright bracelet she wore on her wrist.

Deadpool was starting down an aisle when he noticed a very bright person. Just neon everywhere. I didn't know if kids did that anymore. He thought to himself. He kept glancing in her direction, wondering if he had seen her somewhere before. He decided he hadn't but couldn't shake that itch of suspicion he had growing. Is she staring at me? Why would anyone stare at- oh right, the weapons and the mask and suit. He continued to browse but he was still wary of the neon girl watching him while pacing. He finally found one that he wanted and decided that the mysterious neon girl can wait. He needed to know more about the computer, it looked amazing so he must have it!

Keira tilted her head, looking over at Deadpool. It was an interesting computer choice, the one he had picked was easily broken and rather slow when in came to internet. She assumed he had chosen it because it looked 'cool' or 'shiny' in the eyes of him. She herself had no clue what either of those words meant in truth, but she had used them anyway because she had heard others say them and didn't know what else to use. Keira straightened herself where she stood and tried to get him to look over again. Hello, future leader of the universe here, look my way! She actually could have said it out loud, but had no idea. "Hello!" She said, actually out loud for sure. She had yelled it across the store, so multiple people turned their heads toward her and scurried out when they noticed the weapons Deadpool wore on his person.

Keira tilted her head again and jumped upon one of the many tables of electronics. "Hey, watcha doin?" She asked with her friendly-enough smile. "I don't think you want that one, I think it might not like you." She was sincere, Keira had said the sentence with a crooked smile and raised eyebrows, as if she were up to something.

After Deadpool heard the words "I think it might not like you" he turned around and saw the neon girl standing on top of a table with a crooked smile. He decided to walk over to her too see if she was delusional or not for saying that with that look. I really hope she was just joking around when she said that. I have dealt with to many crazy people today. He said to himself. As he was making his way towards her he got distracted by some really cool looking computers. Man! Why are all the cool ones so cheap! He though, amazed at his discovery of prices. After he finally made his way to her he asked "What exactly do you mean by 'It might not like me?"

Keira shrugged. "It just might not like you. In fact, I'm not sure if any of these computers like you. I think that all have something against hero's" At that last word, every wire in the store shuttered for a second, then suddenly stopped. She still wore that same crooked smile on her face. "I mean think about it, why would they want you and your sticky fingers touching them all day. I'm sure thats exactly what they are thinking. All they want is to live a long and prosperous life working in this store and modeling for people, they don't want men like you coming up to them and buying them. Seriously sir, think of the computers!" There was a certain passion in her words that made the wires shutter once again. Keira's electric blue eyes sparkled down at the 'hero', daring him to argue, begging him to defy her. She could use a little fun, after all.

"I do not have sticky fingers." Deadpool said, with anger slowly rising into his voice. "And why do you say hero like they are bad. I mean you of all people in this store cant be a evil. The only person here that looks remotely evil is that guy." He then motions too a man with a buzz cut and a camouflage shirt. " But you? You look like a little girl. How can you act like you're evil. I mean, i'm assuming this all on the way you said hero, like it was a vile word. But if i'm wrong then tell me. But i'm almost positive i'm right." He then rests his hand on the butt of his pistol on his waist. Ready for anything.

Keira was happy with the way the hero reacted. "I agree that I do not emit the auora of evil, but I assure you I am not a little girl. I believe where the other dictators made their mistake was when they used force to take over a land, but I do not plan to use force, I plan to use bunnies flowers and sunshine to make people love me." That last sentence wa wrapped ip in a nice little bow of sarcasm. "But if you think you can handle it, go ahead, underestimate me, protect yourself with your little weapon. If it gives you a sense of security to have your hand on thy pretty little gun then whatever, it's your life, do what you will." The lights had started to flicker as Keira's words grew in volume. Keira hadn't lain a finger on him this entire time, yet every wire in the store slitheredits way closer to him, trying to entangle themselves in his feet. Keira's head was starting to pound in he skull.

"I'm not stupid enough to underestimate someone just because they don't seem evil. I have died too many times doing that." Deadpool said with extreme confidence. He took his hand off of his gun and rested it at his side." No need to sick all of your hating computer babies on me. I just want to talk." The majority of the shoppers were now gone. The ones still there were on their way out."Now look what you've done. You scared them all away!" After he said that he pulled out a chair from the table and motioned for her to sit down. He then pulled on out for himself and said "Now, lets just talk about what you are doing to these computer wires. And after that you can ask me questions and we can have a little discussion together. Sound good?"

Keira frowned and narrowed her eyes. After only a few seconds of awkward silence se decided that, what the hell, she would just sit down and talk to him, what harm would it do really? So she sat down in front of him and crossed her legs, looking up at him with those electric eyes that looked almost innocent I by his circumstance. Although she wasn't at all innocent, under this circumstance she might as well act it, it couldn't do harm...

"I dot really know how I can manipulate wires and lights and stuff, but I can when I get angry I guess ts normal I don't know. So now it's my turn to ask a question? Okay great why do you wear that mask can you take it off what do you look like?" She said it all in a blur of words so quickly that even she wasn't sure he had understood her

"I like how you completely ignore the fact that I said I have died multiple times and you go straight for the ask question." Deadpool said, kind of sad that he didn't get to tell the tale." But I'll answer your question. I wear the mask because i have a cancer that ate away at my skin, I should be dead but i have this weird healing thing that stopped the cancer from killing me. I can take it off and I probably look hideous. Does that answer your QUESTIONS? Anymore?" Since he didn't feel like asking any yet he might as well just let her ask.

"Oh I don't have any more questions." Keira said, biting her lip. She wasn't sure if she had offended him in any way, and wasn't sure that she cared if she actually had. "I mean I don't like to ask questions, I just like to answer them. Not that I have a whole lot about me to talk about. I just don't like to pry..." That could have been a lie, but didn't really know that. "Plus, I don't need to know about you, hero, I don't even know about myself all that much." She said, with a defiant nod. She took the bright fedora off of her head and brushed some of the dirt off of it. After she put it back in its place, she dusted her skirt off as well. "So, you can ask me questions. I don't think I would mind. But I might, who knows, just don't get to personal. I might get angry." Somehow the villain who planned to take over the world in a friendly way kept a straight face and managed to make her bright eyes look almost menacing. It was strange what one can do who is only slightly insane.

"Okay then." Deadpool muttered. "What's your name? And if that is too personal then why do you wear so much bright colors? I have never seen so much brightness in my life." Deadpool said while grinning slightly. "But if you found those too personal then you won't like this one. Why don't you know much about yourself?. Deadpool said this all while half distracted because he realized that when she was standing on the table she stepped on a really nice looking computer and he was wondering how much it cost."And also, does that computer like me?"He asked that one actually sincerely.

"I'm Keira. I'm not from this planet, so I feel compelled to wear bright colors to show that I am different. I came to earth at some point, I don't know when or where I'm from, but I know I'm from somewhere else. Apparently some human found me and experimented on me and they messed with my brain and my memory got jacked up, so now I can't remember anything past waking up in that lab and strangling everyone and coming here." No hint of a smile. Not even the corner of her mouth quivered as she spoke. She expected every question, and had the answer waiting. But she hadn't expected him to ask her about the computer she almost stepped on. About if it had liked him. The computer was rather expensive, and wasn't nearly as fragile as the other one. It had a nice sound system. Keira flashed a smile at him before speaking. "It loves you. Make sure you take care of it."

"So, you are a hipster amnesiac alien?" Deadpool said, surprisingly with no hint of a smile at all. He then reached over and grabbed the computer. "Hold on a sec, okay?" He walked over to the only person left in the store which was the cashier and he bought the computer. "I'm going to go now. If you don't have anything better to do i would suggest that you come with."

"Oh okay. I mean I just have 'take over world' written all over my calender, so I think I'm okay to do whatever. And yes, hipster amnesiac alien. I think that sums it up." Her smile was almost friendly. "Where are we going? I personally like to hang out around the parks and stuff. Hobos are weird though. One time some strange homeless guy asked me if I wanted to hang out at his trashcan. I wasn't sure what that meant, but it sounded suggestive so I slapped him and ran." She shrugged, biting her bottom lip. "And one time some chick stole my hat. I got it back, and then I stole her some ice-cream because she was truthfully nice and stuff. Has anything like that happened to you?" It was a tornado of words that would really take skill to understand.

"No, nothing like that has happened to me and I think that now i have to add 'talks to hobos' to the list of weird things that you are/have done." He said with a smile. "And on the topic of where we are going, if you want to have most of the memory back that you have lost then come with me. If not then stay here." Deadpool said with a hint of a smile growing at the amazing thing he had just thought of. "If you want that then come on we are going."

"Yeah, I guess I'll come." Keira wasn't exactly sure she wanted her memory back, but its not like he wasn't going to use something electronic to help her. She wasn't even sure she had life before coming to whatever this city was. "And I haven't done that many weird things. Hobos are just people! Why don't you talk to hobos, huh? Can't they serve the same purpose as military in my taking over the world? Can't they stand beside me and help me? Yes, I think they can. But I need to befriend them in order for them to help me. And they are just going to look down upon you and scoff because you never uttered a single word to them." She was breathing heavily, surprised at how strongly she felt about this topic. "He doesn't understand, does he?" She muttered down to the bracelet.