Maxwell, meanwhile, was in a pub inside the city. He was given strange stares as he strolled through with the confidence that only gods had. Whispers were shared about him, but mostly people went along on their business. He goes to the bar, and waves down the bartender. A hand of shadow pick pockets a nearby thug, and he says "Give me something light, i'm just here to hire some muscle. No need to get drunk. Yet." He puts down a few pieces of the money he just nabbed with his shadow. The thug he took it from noticed it was his, and a look of shock and anger spread across his face. He marches over to Maxwell, and grabs him by his suit. "Listen here, Magic Man, I don't know what you did to get my money but it'd be best to give it back." Maxwell puts his hands up, and smiles a warm grin. "My good sir you are mistaken. This was a gift from a previous spouse I still mourn over. Nice looking wallets are common i'm sure. You are in a bar full of thieves, no doubt it was one of the cut throats you walked by." The man stares him in the eye, and says "I think I'm looking at that cut throat, and I plan to teach him his trade." He takes out a knife, and puts it to Maxwell's throat. Maxwell's face darkens and his eyes turn black. All he has to do is look back into his attacker's eyes and the man is on the other side of the bar, cowering in terrible fear. Maxwell turns back to see his drink on the counter, the money still there. He smiles and takes a sip of the beverage. Things were already going his way.
Deadpool awoke with a start, finding himself in a very ornate bedroom. No other way to describe it, it was akin to rooms you would find in castles. He scratches his head, not knowing how he got here. Last thing he remembered was finding out his skin was back to normal, and falling to the ground. Ouch, remembering that hurt his pride. He gets out the bed, and realises he's naked. He's naked, in a stranger's home, in their bed. This is not gonna end well, he was sure of it now. Just to make his luck better, the doorknob starts to jiggle. He quickly takes one of the bed sheets to fashion so that his manhood was hidden. The door opens and what was there was... a shock to say the least. It was a woman, around 5'8" and slim in build. Had major knockers though Ouch! Don't slap me that hard!. The only thing was she had a distinct lack of flesh. She was a skeleton. How a skeleton has boobs, deadpool wasn't about to question. He was too busy cowering in fear at the glowering, twenty foot tall mass of blue muscle roid rage behind her named Thanos. Oh boy, this wasn't gonna end well. "Wade Wilson, what are you doing in my wife's bedroom naked..." Deadpool started sweating, bad. "Uhm, I, Uhm, just woke up here. Something about a clown shooting lasers a little to close to the end of the playing time." He was so gonna slap Pete for that one. Death was silent as the grave, harhar. Well, no, she says this next. "I didn't invite him here, he must have died." Thanos grits his teeth, and says through them "Yes, but you and me both know that people go back right to how and where they were should they come back to purgatory somehow. He was in your bed naked. How do you explain THAT!?" Both Death and Deadpool were at a loss for words here. Well, Deadpool wasn't for long. "Uh, Dumb luck your honor?" Thanos growls "Wrong answer, pin head. From here on out, you're banished from here. I don't want to even think about you being here." Deadpool dashed his eyes back and forth "Um, that means I won't ever die..." "Which means you won't be able to HAVE AN AFFAIR WITH MY WIFE!" Deadpool's last words in purgatory were "Shit". What a way to go.