11170/Delivering a Message

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Delivering a Message
Date of Scene: 15 May 2022
Location: Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls
Synopsis: Gabby passes a message along to Wade. They have drinks and share information about the past.
Cast of Characters: Wade Wilson, Gabby Kinney




Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade WIlson was in something of a bind. Knowing where your target is, is not the same as being able to attend to said target in a proper and whole-sale destructive way. Esepcially since the last scouting mission went so well. Physical bodies should not be made to look like hamburger meat, especially when the process was due to an unspecified amount of bullets. I mean, sure... could Deadpool heal from it? Absolutely. But did it still hurt? You betcha! And the -itch-, the itch is the absolute -worst-!

    But that was not his problem now. Right now, he was staring at the one photo get managed to get of the facility in Weehawken before a number of gattling guns decided he was too close and that his back needed to be served tartar.

    Weasel, the ever present friend, bartender, and pervert rests his elbows on the bar of the (currently) empty estabishment. "I don't know what looking at the front door of a facility that kicked your ass is going to do besides make you more frustrated..." he says to his longtime friend. "I mean, it's not like you're going to magical manifest a new door or anything." He takes a sip of the dark liquid in his tumbler.

    "See... that's where you're wrong. I have a teleporter, I can make a new door whenever the hell I want, I just need to ensure that said teleporter doesn't get riddled with gattling gun bullets immediately after she makes said new door" Wade says, shaking the photo like a polaroid picture--even though it's already developed.

    He is in his red suit, sans mask. The material of the suit has that -new- shine and polish to it and when he moves it makes the tell-tale creak of not being entirely broken in yet. Probably why he's wearing it right now. He stands before a rolling white board that has the information of the current X-Force mission on it complete with photos, dossiers of the facilities and a bullet list of what information has been discovered since the ball started rolling.

    It's all very official and tasteful looking, even if there are doodles of Hello Kitty and cartoonish Deadpools also scrawled in the borders.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby hadn't visited in awhile though she had plenty of reasons for being absent from New York in general. Yet she had it on the backburner at least for a little while that she had to visit Wade to catch up over things. A quick text of 'where u at?' had at least given her the answer she needed to go do that currently.

Shouldering open the heavy door she makes her way down that little winding hallway to the main bar area. There's no suit in sight on her currently--This was purely a social call for the moment even though, by the sight of the whiteboard, it might become more. Fairly casual in attire she's just wearing jeans, hightop sneakers, and a t-shirt. Typical teenager fare even if the shirt depicted a Kaiju Kitty laser-eye beaming down Tokyo. It was one of her favorites. Negasonic had approved.

"Hey, Wade," she calls out with a nod also tossed toward the bartender. "Weasel. Got any rootbeer? Or Zima? ... Actually I don't even know if they make that anymore, I just saw it on a SNL skit the other night on Tiktok." Oh god. How far the youth have fallen.

Looking more seriously at Wade though she frowns thoughtfully. "I was actually wanting to talk to you about that whole 'dying a lot' thing I did not too long ago."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade turns at the sight of Gabby and places the photo back on the board with a little stylized DP-mask magnet. Really, where did he get all this stuff? He gestures at his bartender. "Wease... rootbeer, the kiddo. One for me too" he says and moves over the the bar, climbing onto a stool. "They still make Zima. It's still terrible. And I refuse to let any discerning individual, especially one who calls herself my sister, torture themselves with the stuff, healing factor or no," he says flatly.

    He rolls a shoulder, the creak of leather and spandex accenting the motion. "You mean with the nanobots inside you shutting off your life systems?" he asks with a nod. "That's... sure I can talk about that" he says. "Not like 'dying'--even temporarily--is entirely new to me. I did it for about five minutes a few days ago. Seems that the digestive juices of giant mutant slugs is a neurotoxin and causes brain death once it's processed through your digestive system."

    Weasel shakes his head while sliding a pair frosted bottles to the two healing mutants and wandering off to go look at whatever degenerate pornography was loaded on his laptop in the back office.

    Wade pops the tops off with his thumbs and offers one of the bottles to Gabby with a look of absolute innocence despite the commentary he just made leaving more questions than answers for any discerning listener.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Is it? Okay that's fair," Gabby has to agree in regards to the Zima with an easy nod of acceptance. "Thank you for protecting my taste buds from horrible shit." Cracking a grin she heads over to the bar to hop onto a stool as well. It was only slightly easier to do this than it used to be, darn those short genes she got. The hightops did help her get a good footing as she hops up so it only takes a wiggle or two to get her entire butt situated properly.

"Yeah, that." The freshly popped open rootbeer is accepted and tipped back as if she were drinking an actual beer. It looked good dangit and tasted way better than most beer. Eventually she'd gain that appreciation for it. Eventually. For now she saw no reason not to indulge in a sugary beverage that she enjoyed when she could.

The bottle is placed down on the bartop with both hands cradling around it as she takes on one of those 'thoughtful slumps' that some people at bars often did. Taking Deadpool's words in stride she considers a long moment. "Okay, I'm gonna say something weird that I'm not entirely sure about but if you react to it then that might let me know if it was really real or if I was suffereing from all that lack of oxygen to my brain."

"Back when you and the team were doing the whole rescue thing, I went up and down ... numerous times. I mean I was all right, but." Her face scrunches up. "I wasn't alone."

"...She says she misses seeing you so often and hopes you're doing good. Uh. 'Sexy.'" A pause. "Her words not mine."

After delivering that 'message' she regards Wade with a single eyebrow raised waiting to see his response. Waiting, and watching, to see if he reacted at all.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade was in the process of sipping his own root beer when Gabby drops the monicker on him. He sputters and coughs as he forces the drink down the proper tube and not into his lungs. "Oh... you... uhh... you met her" he says, once he gets his choking under control. He rotates and uses the bar as a backrest. "You met her, huh?" he says with a sigh.

    He takes another sip of the rootbeer. "She's real. And there and... I miss her too" he glances at Gabby. "You did not have to verbatim her words... cause... I did not need the memory of -your- voice using -that- word."

    He sighs, stops mid-sigh, and then turns to regard the girl again. "You mean Mistress Death, right?" That the only person he can think of who would be associated with dying who would ever call him 'sexy.'

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney reaches out to pat an open hand on Wade's back a time or two to help out the coughing. At least his reaction has her looking mildly relieved. She was fairly certain she hadn't come up with that individual on her own yet it was always nice to have confirmation that you weren't going nuts. "Sorry," she offers finally with a wry grin and a lift of her rootbeer in his direction. "Honey Badger don't mess around with delivering messages. Plus it's in the 'little sister' contract that once in awhile I have to do horribly embarassing things."

"Yeah, that's her, Mistress Death." Gabby nods solemnly a few times as she allows herself a grin. More at the way Wade reacts than anything. "She said I kept 'ding dong ditching' her by dying and going back and that I reminded her of you. We got to talking a little bit. She kept me company until things leveled out... I mean." Here she pauses, considering. "I guess she would have stayed with me either way it worked out since she had a job to do."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade nods. "Yeah. Helping guide the souls of the dead. That's sort of her thing. Which face did she show to you?" he asks. "The last one I saw before I was cursed to never go there was more human than the others remember but... still pretty..." he smiles. "I think she was realizing that not having lips made kissing a bit awkward." He chuckles and then clears his throat realizing the company he is with.

    "Even so... yeah. She's the real deal. Maybe not the final deal, but one of those psycho--" he snaps his fingers. "Psychopump? No. Psychocop? No." He snaps his finger. "Psychopomps! That's what she is. And she's very caring... as long as you're not alive or related to her from what I gather."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney lifts a hand to gesture at her own face as if to explain precisely what she had seen. A vague gesture is outlined as if that would really reveal everything. It doesn't, much. "She had some cool luchadore or day of the dead makeup going on. All skully, but she was pretty. I mean it got the point across without freaking me out which was good. I imagine that goes over well with other people, too."

She's quick to add, "We didn't kiss though. You guys can have that all yourself." Her head tilts at him curiously though as she regards him and his words with a little frown. It was what he had said that earns such a thoughtful regard. "I thought maybe you just hadn't gotten KOed really bad for awhile. What's this about being cursed not to go? ... We can talk about it if it helps?"

"I mean she was really nice, yeah." Her fingers tap around the bottle of her drink while looking back to it. It became easier to look at the inanimate object than directly at Wade for the moment. "Kind of made me feel better about my sisters knowing someone like her might have been there to help them. I didn't ask if she saw them though. If she keeps in charge of that sort of thing, she probably has seen so many go by that they're not all memorable."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Deadpool shakes his head. "It's not anything important really. Just a Titan of death was in love with her and she was in love with me so he just sort of made it to where I go to limbo instead of the Underworld when I die, so the competition was out of the way. Long and short of it, really. Not anything I can do about it so..." He shrugs and sips his drink. "So I don't dwell on it too hard."

    "I dunno..." he says thoughtfully at her sentiment about her sisters. "I think, given who she is and what she does, she remembers everyone who goes through her doors. Part of what it means to be a goddess or god or whatever you want to call her." He smiles at that and sips the drink. "I wouldn't make a habit of it though... she can get vindictive if you come and go too much and aren't as lovable as I am." He winks at her. "You got that all sorted now, right? No more alternative sleep plans for you?" He gestures to her form absently.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney offers a reassuring smile at the mention of alternate sleeping plans. Though she also chuckles a bit at the loveable part. "I don't know, I seem to get along with people pretty well. Maybe not 'loveably' so, but I can live with that. And yes," she adds giving a quick bob of a nod. "We got it sorted out. Turns out Bellona's nanomachines were the original programming, and our other sisters and I had the upgraded variable one. We reverted them back to the same programming hers were at so I'm still not feeling pain," she explains. "But also not dying. Which is great."

"Because Bellona does NOT have a healing factor and I was worried to death about her. No pun intended." She sits back on her stool some to take a gulp of the rootbeer again. "It's just good knowing she's safe. Even if she's out there taking hits. I should point her here sometime, maybe."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Good to know" Wade says as he downs the rest of the rootbeer and sets the bottle on the bar. "Might be worth her while..." he says, gesturing to a corkboard on the back wall. "God knows there's enough work out there for unpowered mercs. I only take hits that are personal or high powered because... well..." he gestures to himself. "Not really fair to the other guys if I can just go in, take whatever self-defense is set up and take out the hit without breaking a sweat."

    He settles back. "Though, from what I can tell most of the Logan bunch either don't like me or distrust me or both... you're a special case on that front" he says winking at her again. "I like to think it's because of the crew you're the most open minded of them..." He grins. "Means we're a lot alike in some ways. That you visited Death and she sent you my way with the message only confirms this."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney has to laugh a bit at this while giving a helpless little shrug in response. There were a lot of similarities between them, really, she had to admit. "It's cuz I'm the youngest. I didn't grow up in old-fogey-ville or whatever town it was that Logan grew up in." Her grin remains just a moment, and she looks back to the bar top thoughtfully. "Plus I was the joker in the group. I tried to keep my sisters smiling so we could work through whatever they threw at us. I'm aware my way of thinking is kind of unique compared to others, but I mean it's not BAD. Besides, you're fun and cool to hang out with. You don't treat me like an incompetant kid."

"I mean I could go on and on but it gets kind of introspective and mushy. I've had enough of that over the past week with all the relationship crap I've been through. Or haven't been through." Looking back to Wade she states, "I think I hold a record for being dumped before even dating at this point. I mean. I'm young, I'm over it already, I just hope it doesn't become a habit." Her head tilts toward the white board he'd been working on out of a mix of curiosity as well as a complete change of topic. "We got a new job soon?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "The trick is to find someone as crazy as you are who is at the same time different enough that it doesn't feel like mast--" Wade closes his mouth. "So it doens't feel like you're speaking to a mirror." That's a much safer thing to say to the kiddo. Even if he doesn't think of her as incompetent, there are just some things brothers shouldn't say to their sisters and that is one of them.

    He turns to regard the whiteboard. "Weehawken is proving to be... difficult to get proper surveilance on." He makes a face. "I think that asshole in white is getting smart and realizing we're more than your average band of upstarts. Given the level of ordinance we carried and destruction we've caused to him and his. Maybe Inez put the fear of god in him enough that he's upped security."

    He shrugs. "Whatever the case, I need to do a proper infiltration run and get a read on just what one of the new recruits is capable of before we are able to properly hit it. But it'll come up. I haven't forgotten about it." His eyes focus on the medical report of X-00 and narrow. "Not sure if I'm allowed to. That's for damn sure."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney glances over to the board as well regarding all the various survelliance items there. Grabbing the rootbeer she still hadn't finished, she slips off the stool to walk over and examine the board closer. There was a lot here that was easier to see close up. The pictures of the building, guard rotations, whatever was here she looks over thoughtfully.

"I can't really do my 'pretend to be a dumb lost kid' thing anymore. I still look young but not so young that people take me as just a lost kid." She pauses at seeing something on the board.

Reaching out her finger jabs the medical record there with a frown. "What's this about? X-00? I think you mentioned that name before once." Her head tips back to look over her shoulder at Wade with an eyebrow raising. "Something I ought to know?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade slides off his stool and follows Gabby to the board. "Depends on how much you want to know about how many uncles you had at one time or another..." he says flatly, gripping his wrist and twisting it slightly to work a new area of the suit to stretch properly. "And how many of them you want to know that I eliminated..." He sighs.

    "How much do you know about the Weapon X program. The original one. The one that made Logan into what he is today?" he asks, focusing again on the medical readout of the figure in question. "Like... has he talked about it to you? I know the group that made you and your sisters was an offshoot of the project, but has he talked about the original project at all?" he asks.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney gives a little shake of her head in response to the question. Not about the 'knowing of uncles', but the rest. She really didn't know much at all about the project. "I know it gave him the adamantium skeleton but that's it. The only thing he's talked about is his old flings during the wars." Her face scrunches up a bit at that. "Oh, and fighting buddies. Usually he's just not very talkative at all, or he's threatening people trying to be an over protective father, likely to make up for not being around most of the time." An indifferent shrug is given.

"I know most of the project was based around trying to duplicate his healing factor, as well, wasn't it?"

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade nods. "Once they got ahold of his blood and realized that they could duplicate the mutagenic ability that helps him regenerate they worked on giving it to a load of people..." he replies. "Creed--er, Sabretooth--is probably the most notable. Even being the asshole that he is." He sniffs. "After the whole deal with Creed and Logan escaping and blowing the main experimentation facility to shit, they decided to outsource the genetic code and continue work with subcontracted facilities."

    He pauses. "The Workshop; where I was tortured and stress tested into activating what I have was still part of the Weapon X project. And so I was put into work with Creed and Logan and the others of the crew they had put together. After a time, we all sort of said 'fuck you' to the project, blew up a lot of facilities, and went our separate ways."

    Another pause. "Well. That work... is still out there. Because the internet exists and nothing is sacred anymore..." he grins. "That's where the crew that made you and your sisters and other thing like this whole deal... come into play. Hence why I want to stop them. Forcing people to have mutant powers when they aren't supposed to... is... not good. Full stop." He taps a finger on the readout. "But this... this is my fault. You see. The Workshop made a mistake giving me your father's cells. I'm too good. I heal things even he wouldn't and it's... well, the technical term is 'propagenic rapid regeneration.'"

    He shakes his head. "Which is too complicated a word for the truth. Basically, you chop off a part of my body... it starts to regenerate. Slice off a hand, I can either take the hand and hold it on the stump and the tissue will come back together or... a can grow a new hand. Longer process, annoying as hell, but in the midst of a battle, not many assholes out there will let you call timeout in the middle of a fight so you can hold you hand back onto the stump of a wrist and give it five minutes to sew itself back together."

    He looks at Gabby and there is a haunted expression on his scarred and burned face. "But that hand is still out there. Still floating around and unless it's put on ice... it starts regenerating as well. Only it goes the other way." He arches a brow. "Do you follow me?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney listens quietly and attentively. For all the times she had easily lost her train of thought, or been distracted, it didn't mean she wasn't listening. In this case it was a topic near and dear enough for her to pay close, rapt attention as everything is explained. The history. The process. The torture. It's taken in stride yet her expression slowly shifts to a look of concerned anger. Anger at The Workshop. Alchemax. The Weapon X Project. At all of it. Concern because she knew what it was like and she'd had the nicer, cleaned up version compared to the OG projects.

Like Wade.

Near the end she can only nod a single time indicating her understanding. "Like a starfish," she reasons at the explanation. You could cut multiple limbs of a starfish off and end up with multiple starfish. The same with sea sponges but those were less awesome to look at.

She stretches her arms out to offer simply, "Need a hug?" After he finishes the tale of it all. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. That we *all* had to go through that. You know I'll always help though, any time, no questions asked."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Wade shakes his head. "Not unless you need one" he says. "So usually I make a habit to take time off and go and exterminate and ash the extras that are out there..." he says. "After all, too many Deadpools means a lot of collateral out there." He pauses. "But I got careless one time and it looks like one of the offshoots got ahold of a lot spare parts and like a Deadpool sized puzzle let them merge together... and I guess he's called X-00 by the scientists of this facility."

    He places a finger on the record. "I've met him once. He tried to frame me for killing a bunch of kids. The plan was foiled we fought, he ran away..." He shakes his head. "He's messed up and twisted and... wrong. Like me... but without a moral compass or code."

    He frowns, "And he's hellbent on erasing me so he can be the 'prime Wade.' Or whatever he's calling it now." He thumps on a physical diagnostic of the readout. "The two left arms bit is what gave it away."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"I can always use hugs but I don't like to press. I'm a hugger. Most people aren't." Especially her direct relatives though she got away with it more than most in that particular regard. Her attention shifts back to her rootbeer long enough to finish it off in one gulp, and plant the bottle back on the bartop. Then she bounces back over to resume the talk.

"That's a good indicator, yeah, two left arms. Good to know and I'll keep it in mind if I ever need to figure out who is who. And really," she adds with a wrinkle of her nose. "It's probably a good thing I get along with my sisters. If we tried to off each other to be the 'main' one that would get really messy. Not to mention we're all different. So... Means he's got some crazy identity issues, too." This causes her to rub her chin thoughtfully. "This is a lot to take in. And I've taken in a lot lately. If it were some kind of informational buffet I've been binging for a bit now. What with the magic and the dating and the more magic, and this." It takes her a moment to decide but when she does she glances up at Wade with a firm nod. "I am totally up for helping out. For right now though I think I need to be in my jammies with a pint of icecream, Jonathan, and some Adventure Time."