Prologue 4:
Prologue 4:
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After seven months since becoming Namor, he was gradually progressing with his plans.
He had managed to buy, with all his "savings", from a magical shop in the black market of Xebel a dirty, old, and simple enchanted necklace that alters the physical appearance and voice of the wearer to create an illusion to the outside world. Well, it's just a Glamour Charm, and the charm is only effective while it is being worn.
But it was very useful for Namor because the necklace created a disguise of him as a normal adult person from the surface with long dark black hair, dark brown skin, black eyes, high cheekbones, and a muscular build.
It was with this disguise that Namor finally left Xebel for the first time and went to the surface. There, he began to make some connections with the underworld of the surface world in South America, using an alias that was none other than "Deadpool"
Yes, he found it amusing to use that name. He even considered using a similar costume but ended up discarding the idea.
Actually, he already started using that alias a while ago during his robberies in Xebel together with Myra. She on the other hand thought it was lame to have an alias, which is why she opted not to get one. Besides, she wasn't interested in living or staying on the surface in the future like Namor, so she didn't need a disguise either.
And in the underworld of the surface world, Namor started using the name Deadpool to participate in various illegal activities, such as leveraging his superior atlantean physique to engage in underground fights and earn large sums of money while making connections that would be useful for his future plans to integrate into life on the surface.
Every day after finishing his mandatory classes at the public school in Kraken City, he went to the surface with his appearance as Deadpool and participated in several fights. Myra, though less interested in the surface than he was, went along with him on several occasions to make bets for him, causing the two of them to earn even more money than they used to steal.
And it was thanks to these underground fights that Namor could better understand his current physical prowess compared to humans in good physical condition.
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During his first fights, he had almost no combat experience, while his opponents were experts in various types of combat. This caused Namor to always be at a disadvantage since his opponents, with their training and experience, always started with a cautious approach, trying to assess his skills and weaknesses, and Namor, with his atlantean strength and stamina, usually just tried to use his raw power to hit them. However, his opponents could dodge and avoid his blows with ease, using their agility and techniques.
His opponents usually quickly found his weakness, which was a predictable attack pattern and an obvious lack of coordination, and always exploited these with precise and effective attacks. But Namor's durability made it extremely difficult to cause him real harm.
It took Namor a long time to start adapting and learning to fight a little better. He tried to use his speed and agility to counter his opponents' techniques. However, his opponents were experts and always maintained the advantage, using their experience and skills to keep him at bay.
Although, in the end, Namor always found an opportunity to finish the fight with a strong, fortuitous blow.
Little by little, as Deadpool, he began to earn large sums of money by traveling throughout Latin America and mostly stealing and participating in underground fights in Brazil and other South American countries to make money for when he would live on the surface. Doing this also allowed him to develop the combat skills he would need if he ever had real problems with any dangerous person in the DC world.
Namor was very aware that he could encounter a villain with powers that rival or even surpass the physical constitution of an atlantean, and he didn't want to risk not being prepared for any future problems.
Additionally, it served as physical training. Although combat on the surface was completely different from underwater combat. That's why Namor also started taking some combat classes on the surface with the money he earned.
Oh and obviously Myra didn't let pass the opportunity to steal along with him several places on the surface world, having both a remarkable physical advantage and a much more advanced technological knowledge thanks to Atlantis technology being far more advanced, both were able to perform even bigger robberies and with huge sums compared to what they were able to steal in Xebel.
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Namor hid cautiously behind a wall as two museum guards walked by. Smiling slightly, he pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it near the guards. A small puff of gray smoke emerged from the pellet, and the two men collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Namor, dressed all in black with his pendant giving him the appearance he used under the alias Deadpool, chuckled softly and gestured for Myra, his black-haired, black-eyed partner, to follow him.
The two slipped quietly into one of the museum rooms and approached a large glass case that held a vibrant golden-colored gem inside. Myra pulled a small pocket mirror from her belt and held it in the air above the case, redirecting any invisible lasers that might have been protecting it.
Namor fluidly removed the gem from its case. With a smirk, he slipped the gem into a padded pouch inside his jacket. While Myra put the case back and retrieved her mirror, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, round stencil and a spray can. Carefully, he pressed the stencil against the wall near the display case. A quick spray of red and black paint, and his signature mark appeared—the unmistakable logo of Deadpool.
The red circle with the sharp black line down the middle, and the eerie white eyes staring out, was his calling card, a symbol that told the world who had pulled off this daring heist. It was his personal touch, a way to let everyone know that Deadpool had struck again.
Without a second glance, he and Myra disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind only the faint scent of spray paint and Deadpool's unmistakable mark.
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Once they were out of the museum, already back in Xebel and inside Myra's room at the orphanage, Namor turned to the black-haired woman, his accomplice, Myralynn.
"So?" Namor asked, now without his pendant's transformed appearance. "What do you think? It matches my eyes pretty well, right?"
And it was true—Namor's bright golden eyes rivaled the glow of the gem he had just stolen.
Myralynn smirked sarcastically, tying her black hair into a ponytail with a black elastic band.
"Sure, Namor. Sure," she said as she dropped onto the white couch, searching the room for the remote and switching on the atlantean TV, which was quite similar to the normal surface TV although more... high-tech.
Namor grinned and sat next to his friend to watch the latest news on a atlantean TV that had obviously been bought with stolen money—or maybe earned after selling something stolen… not like either of them could really remember at this point anyway.
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"It's happened again!" A fist slammed on the metal desk, and coffee spilled from a cup that had been knocked by the fist. A maid hurried over to clean it, and the man sighed.
"I can't believe it."
"Can't believe what?" asked a lean, muscular, and handsome man who had just walked into the room.
"Yeah, man, what happened again?" added a shorter, more unremarkable man who followed behind the first.
The man, Mr. Omar, looked up at the two visitors.
"Oh, hey, guys. Please, have a seat," he said, pressing a button on his silver desk, making a couch rise up from the floor right under Gaston, the muscular handsome guy, and Dante, the shorter man, causing both of them to sit down immediately.
"Now, gentlemen, I've got a mission for you. It's going to be…" Omar paused. "Tough. Really tough."
"Leave it to us, man! We can handle anything!" Dante said, grinning proudly as he leaned back on the cushions. Gaston just smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Alright then," Omar smiled, and his bald head gleamed under the room's light. He pressed another button, and a small video clip from a museum security camera filled the screen behind him.
Two figures, one dressed in black and red, and the other all in black, jumped into the room. The figure in black and red stepped into the light, and Gaston recognized him immediately.
'Deadpool,' Gaston thought suddenly.
"That," Omar declared as the footage rewound and paused on the image of the black-and-red figure staring at the gem.
"That's the man you two are after. Along with his partner. We have very limited information on them: they're definitely master thieves. However, they have a bit of an arrogant streak… Deadpool, as he's known, always leaves a mark at the scene of his heists. It's like his trademark."
Omar paused to take a sip of his coffee.
"They've just stolen an invaluable jewel, an Imperial Topaz. This is unbelievably bad news, as this is the hundredth heist they've pulled off."
"You want us to capture them?" Gaston asked with a smug grin.
"Yes," Omar said. "By force, by foul play, by whatever means necessary. Just get them into our prison. These two are extremely dangerous."
Omar cleared his throat and continued, "Now, if you head to the next room, Andres will show you everything we've got on these two."
Gaston and Dante nodded and headed into the waiting room. Andres looked up when they entered, and his gray eyes greeted them warmly.
"Hey, guys! Heard you needed some info on that thief Deadpool and his partner."
"What have you got on them?" Gaston asked.
Andres shrugged and handed over two thin sheets of paper.
"This is all I could dig up. They're really good—no one's been able to stop them yet."
Dante sat in a swivel chair and spun around.
"Alright, let's get to it. What's the deal with these two thieves?"
Gaston scanned the sheet with more of the text on it.
"The girl with the black hair—she goes by 'Myra,' according to her partner. We assume that's a nickname. Someone managed to snap a decent picture of this Myra chick," Andres handed them a slightly blurry photo of a pale girl with shoulder-length black hair and matching eyes.
"And the guy?" Gaston asked, more interested in this thief.
"We know a little more about him. He's a successful thief and illegal fighter. No name's been found, but many have seen his face in the underground fights he participates in. We've got some photos of him—he's known as 'Deadpool' in the underworld," Andres said, handing over several photos of a muscular, dark-skinned man.
Gaston nodded and took the two sheets and the photo.
"Let's head back to the floor, Dante. We can talk more about this there," Gaston gestured to Andres. "Thanks."
"No problem, man. Hit me up whenever you need."
Dante and Gaston turned and left the room.