11078/X-F Side Dishes: Dropping In

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X-F Side Dishes: Dropping In
Date of Scene: 08 May 2022
Location: Inque's Safehouse
Synopsis: Deadpool pays a visit to Inque to gather (and exchange) what information the pair collected on the most recent raid of the genetic/cybernetic/and mutagenic organization of nefarious intent. Contact information was exchanged and maybe a step in the direction of ally-ship was made. But then again, maybe not.
Cast of Characters: Inque, Wade Wilson




Inque has posed:
    Inque likes to live luxuriously. This is why she has several condos dotted around the country, including Manhattan. This one is much like the others, lavishly furnished dotted with all sorts of art and books, no doubt stolen. The kitchen is bare, devoid of any food or cooking utensils, and the doors to the bathrooms have been sealed shut. Clearly this place is not meant to house visitors.

    Inque herself is in her study, pouring through the data that she had pilfered from her last mission, the one which X-Force had ... well, not really interfered with, per se, but certainly made it a lot more interesting than it normally would have been. She's looking at the shipment records, trying to trace where the facility got its mutagen. The manufacturing plant has been elusive to locate and she hoped that she could find a lead that would show her where it was.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    There are times when having an awareness of the world beyond the pages (or in this case poses) of reality can be a blessing and times when it can be a curse. This is one of the formers. He doesn't know -how- he knows it: cosmic background echo of the universe, luck that makes Domino's powers looks paltry and cheap, or the forces of some hand manipulating the pieces of a great game with hundreds of people and blank faces on the other side of a computer screen, moving and coordinating meetings between disparate characters in some grand playhouse.

    It's probably just blind luck.

    However it happens, Wade knows exactly where to find the mutated thief and infiltration specialist that is Inque. It just required some climbing. It required a lot of climbing. Several storeys of climbing. But Deadpool isn't exactly knew to high places. He's falled from several and survived to tell the tales of his exploits. This one shouldn't be any different... though he could without the fall.

    He finds himself outside the window of the penthouse condo that Inque calls a temporary home and taps on the glass. His muffled voice comes through only vaguely from the other side: "Howdy there, neighbor. I was hoping to borrow a cup of sugar. Or perhaps I could just take a look at whatever it was you raided from the facility we ransacked a few weeks ago." His tone is friendly, jovial even and tinged with manic humor that probably only made sense to his deranged mind.

Inque has posed:
    It's usually pretty hard to startle Inque. Being a being of indeterminate shape, it means that her 'sight' isn't limited to the eyes that she mimics. She *should* have seen Deadpool coming. It's probably due to her being focused at the task at hand that his sudden arrival provokes a somewhat startled gasp, a holdover reaction from when she had a more solid form.

    Her eyes narrow suspiciously at the merc and stands to meet him at the window, turning off the computer that she was using. The fact that the red clad mutant is talking to her means that he's here to talk. She's sure he's more than capable of breaking in if he wanted to do her harm.

    "Since I don't have any sugar," she says smoothly, "I guess we'll have to talk about that data. Meet me at the balcony." She makes her way to the room in question, and unlocks the sliding glass door, pulling it open. "Come in." Her tone isn't exactly friendly. Annoyed, but not hostile.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    It takes Deadpool a few more moments to wrap around the the balcony and flop onto the solid surface. He brushes himself off and waves to the woman--he assumes she's still a woman even being mostly liquid. But if she isn't, he wasn't far be it for him to judge. "Hi!" he says. If her irritated demeanor is off putting to him, he doesn't show it. "Thanks" he adds before moving into the penthouse.

    "So... what did you manage to get before you... slithered?" He pauses and shrugs. "Good a word as any. Before you slithered away. And why didn't you want us to take a look at it?" he asks. "After all 14 eyes are better than 2." Another pause. "Or.. well... one." He holds up a hand and adds, gesturing to his masked face as he talks. "I don't pretend to know what your visual systems are like, what with being a liquid instead of a solid."

Inque has posed:
    Inque's eyes narrow. "Convince me why I should tell you," she says, and flows over onto the couch. She doesn't invite Deadpool to do the same, but she'll not stop him from taking a seat as long as his costume isn't dirty.

    As for her visual systems she shrugs. "To be honest I don't know how it works myself. But I'm not about to let some half crazed scientist put me in a Petri dish to find out."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "That's usually a positive outlook in life" Deadpool replies. He brushes off the rear of his suit (it was actually probably the cleanest part of him as it wasn't pressed up against a side of a building as he climbed it) and takes a seat on a chair. "Convince you?" He shrugs.

    "Honestly? I don't think telling me will hurt. Not like I have anything against you. You're not a target for me or for X-Force right now and as long as you stick to what you do and let us stick to what we do, we likely won't get in each other's way." A pause. "Hell, I'd recruit you if I thought it was worth it. But you're more a loner type than Cable is on the worst of days so, I know when bariking up a tree won't produce bananas." What the hell did that even mean?

Inque has posed:
    Inque gets a puzzled expression at the strange malaphor. What the hell did that mean, indeed? She shakes her head. "I'm not in the habit of giving out information for free," she says. "One thing I've learned over the years is that everything has a price."

    She thinks for a moment before leaning forward, resting her elbows on her legs and steepling her fingers. "So I propose a trade. A swap of information. I'll give you what I pulled from the servers if you give me what you pulled. I doubt we're looking for the same thing, so what we're looking for may be buried in what the other has got."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "That's it?" Deadpool says, sounding surprised. "Oh... sure" he says, removing a USB flash drive from one of the myriad pouches on his body and tossing it towards the woman. "I warn you. Some of that stuff is pretty... ugh... gruesome. Apparently, they liked to uhh... videotape the process of creating those cyberfreaks they made. And a lot of the subjects were quite fresh during the process." He shudders.

    He sits back and crosses his legs. "There's some chemical stuff in there, too. Some I'm familiar with, some I'm not. Hold overs from the Weapon X project... which was rather surprising to be honest. And an internal layout--a map--of the next facility we're hitting in Weehawken in... about a week." He shakes his head. "Fuckin' Jersey, I swear. Worst place to put a lab. Or maybe the best if you want to create an army of slaves... there's something in the water in Jersey, I promise you."

Inque has posed:
    Inque reaches out and takes the USB drive and stands up to walk to her office. "The stuff I have is not nearly as interesting," she says from the room, as she makes a copy of her data to put on the thumb drive, and to pull the data off of it. "Shipping records and accounting, mostly. Even shady illegal weapons facilities need to keep track of where their money goes, and it's amazing what you can learn just by looking at their books."

    Now that the information swap is done, she pulls out the USB drive and walks back into the living room to hand it over to Deadpool, holding it just out of reach. "I take it you plan on hitting that facility," she says. "I only have one, very reasonable request for you before I hand this over: Destroy the facility. Every inch of it."

    She inches the USB drive a little closer, "Deal?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Deadpool uncrosses his legs and leans forward offering his open palm to the USB drive. There is a wide smile on his face. "Do you even have to ask?" he says. "We plan on doing that very thing. Burning it to the ground. Or exploding it, whatever method Cable decides to utilize that day." He nods. "I'll even decidate or tag to you in the lot. Absolutely. Deal."

    "So what is it you're after... if I may ask?" he adds. "What do they have on you?" He has suspicions, but they're unconfirmed and he likes to know when he might be doing someone a favor, after all... there's leverage involved with the mercenary gig, and that -is- his bread and butter, even if he's making a counterpart for everyone's favorite mutant white-hats.

Inque has posed:
    Inque gives Deadpool a wicked grin and places the USB firmly in his palm. "Good," she says. "I figured that's what you had in mind, but it's good to make sure of your intentions." She turns and smoothly walks back to the couch and flows onto it. "You don't need to dedicate anything to me. The less they know about my involvement the better."

    She considers Deadpool for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of telling him what he wants to know. "They don't have anything on me," she says with a dismissive hand. "Genetech has recreated the mutagen that created me, and has been shipping it off to several facilities. I've been making sure that these facilities don't get a chance to really use it, and I've been taking their information to try to pinpoint where their manufacturing plant is so I can shut that down for good." She gives the merc a sly grin, "There's only one of me, and I would like it to stay that way."

    "Now your turn," she says. "What did these people do to put a bee in your bonnet?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Deadpool considers the question for a moment before he shrugs as if giving in. "Domino. I've been keeping an eye out for her brother, his name is Lazarus." He points to the stick he gave her. "You'll find some particulars about a project of theirs called the Lazarus Weapon. It might be related to him. It might not. If it is... we find her brother. If it isn't... then we've helped some people and stopped some assholes int he process. Either way, it's win."

    He frowns a bit, the expression showing in the opaque eye coverings of his mask. "Besides something about that asshole who Inez went after last time... rubs me the wrong way. I don't trust him and I'd rather he be ginsued than free to raom about and do as he pleases." He shakes his head. "The whole operation has tech that belongs more in Cable's time than our own and that doesn't bode well for mutants or humans... so if we can stop that process and cut off the snake's head as well... then I'm all for that."

Inque has posed:
    "How altruistic," Inque says, sounding amused. "If I come across any mention of Lazarus in my searches, I'll be sure to let you know. In return, you'll do the same for the mutagen." Again, everything has its price, even if it is a simple trade of information.

    Inque rests an arm against the armrest of the couch and idly draws little circles on it with her finger. "If he's the one responsible for these facilities, then the world would be a better place without him. Megalomaniacs like him hardly ever outsource, and when they do, they're always looking for a way to stab you in the back." It sounds like she's speaking from personal experience.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Indeed" Deadpool says, rising from his seat with a bounce. He pockets (or rather pouches) the USB stick and withdraws a card with a cartoonish representation of himself on one side and a trio of numbers on the back. "Give one of those a call if you need me for anything. As for me finding you... well... looks like I have that covered. Or tell me where you are via one of those numbers and I'll be there. It's easier than the alternative."

    He peers around for a door. "Would you be averse to be taking the conventional method down? I know you like to keep a low profile, but getting up was a pain in the ass and going down is never easier and I'd rather not have to spend a few hours rebuilding bones... they itch while they're growing and you can't scratch them on account of skin and such being in the way. Just a nuisance."

Inque has posed:
    Inque actually laughs, and gets to her feet. "I think you brought more attention to me by scaling the outside of the building than you would if you had just used the stairs." She shakes her head as she heads towards the door and undoes a series of complicated looking locks. "We'll keep in touch," she says, even though it's most likely they won't.