13364/Noise, Noise, Noise

Noise, Noise, Noise
Date of Scene:	15 November 2022
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	The Saga of Luis Camacho, Freedom Fighter
Cast of Characters:	Wade Wilson, Jessica Drew, Blake Riviere, Colborn, Peter Parker

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Wade Wilson has posed:
    The Circle W convenience store in Hell's Kitchen was a landmark institution in the area. It had survived no less than seven gang wars, been the location of 15 shootings, and the family who owned it had managed to turn a profit for almost all of its existence. It withstood the test of time, alien invasion, and goofy angel cosplayers.
    And now. It must survive Deadpool.
    "Alright, Luis. It was Luis wasn't it?" In front of the convenience store dressed in a blue hoodie, grey sweat pants, and a black beanie, on top of his red and black costume, Wade has been struck with inspiration.
    "Sim, senhor." The fellow beside him in the trenchcoat and backwards baseball cap looked upon this man that picked him up from the airport with a look of pure forlorn misery. He had no idea why this was happening to him. And no idea what brought him to the attention of the Mercenary.
    But Wade knew. For Luis was the chosen one. He had the beautiful girth. The low center of gravity. The horrible beard to hide the weak chin. The wide-open eyes of an overweight herbivore. And that subtle hint of entitlement that comes from a mild to moderate level of success.
    "Look, you're Silent Bob. You be quiet. All you have to do is not talk, stand there, gain weight, be quiet, and never. Ever. Under any circumstance improve your craft."
    "Eu so quero ir para casa, por favor."
    Deadpool shakes head again and says, "No, see, you talked again man. You save your dialogue for vacuous comments at the end of your horrible movies. C'mon buddy, this isn't the first time we've gone over this. Now, you ready? This is important. Be in the scene with me, Luis. Find your muse."

Jessica Drew has posed:
Chelsea, her neighborhood, has a lot to offer but it tends toward the upper middle class in taste and prices. When Jess wants to get down with a real tamale made with freshly ground masa she heads for the Circle W. Somebody's grandmother has been supplying the store for the last few years or at least as long as Jess has been around.

It is not the sort of place you stroll into without keeping a sharp lookout for kids with bandanas and over-sized pants. Not that the agent can't take care of herself, it's the mess of a street fight and the potential for innocents getting caught in crossfire that makes her lose her appetite.

NOt looking for trouble, Jess more or less blends into the neighborhood, dressed down in a light grey hoodie layered over a green sweater, jeans and boots. Her green eyes narrow speculatively when she catches sight of the owner out on the sidewalk talking to a guy in a hoodie. She slows, checking out the gauge of his pants and how much underwear she can see, decides it might be safe to approach and waves at Luis.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Hey, officer!" Wade's voice is sharp as he motions to Jessica, recognizing her instantly. Luis looks at her with plaintive eyes, both of them looking rather pointedly out of place there in front of the convenience store. Luis looks like a normal person to be fair. Deadpool? Looks like a guy trying to look like a guy. The blond long-haired wig the most obvious transgressor to his fashion faux pas.
    He points at Luis, "Ain't he the best? Say hey, Luis."
    Luis obliges with a gentle, "Ola."
    Then he points at Jess and lifts up his beanie, adjusting the wig. "Are you... going to be around for say the next..." He checks his Hello Kitty watch on his wrist, "Seven minutes?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
Warily Jess looks from Wade to Luis, greeting the store owner, "Como le va, Luis? Todo bien?" Her eyes move to Wade then back to the hefty man, widening slightly in question. "Digame."

The blonde wig merits a moment of study along with the rest of the gear Wade has layered on himself. Mouth tightened into an unhappy line, she clearly regrets wanting a tamale."Hey, do me a favor. Don't say officer to me ever again. I like finishing my day in one piece, thank you. And I'm not the fucking police. Got it?" A pause follows in which she looks up and down the street for approaching trouble. "Do I want to stay for the next seven minutes?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
Hell's kitchen might be an odd little placeto find Blake Riviere given her more recent nights...but frankly, she didn't mind venturing into the less upscale parts of the city...there were better bars and interesting people to meet and 'dine with'.

Wrapped in her leather pants and a matched jacket unzipped to reveal the deep red off-the-shoulder shirt beneath...but currently she was on her own, moving down the street.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Poor Luis turns to Jess and extends a hand as he look sheepishly, warily at Deadpool. A look is given back to Jessica, "Tenho saudades da minha familia."
    Wade turns and points at poor Luis, "C'mon buddy, you have one job. Zip it." And whatever the Silent Bob lookalike was about to say is muted. He looks at Jessica with pleading eyes.
    A curious tableau likely meets Blake's eyes as she strolls, seeing the small gathering in front of the Circle W. Masked man in a wig, check. Kevin Smith look-alike, check. Raven-haired officer-not-officer. Check. And then Wade's words to the Spider-Woman, "When you say it like that now all I want to do is say officer."
    Down the road, a small convoy of black SUVs roll.

Colborn has posed:
    And so, deliveries are a part of Colborn's job. He has a long bag slung over his shoulder. Inside is quite literally a longsword. Five feet long, and wrapped up to be delivered. To a man who lives two doors down from the Circle W.

    Is he remotely worried about his own safety? Nope. Is he worried about having something stolen? Nope.

    But he walks past the store, eyes flickering about as he takes in the situation going on. He slows to a halt and tilts his head to the left. He doesn't say a word. He just... observes, very VERY non-subtly.

Peter Parker has posed:
While it may be a typical evening for most in New York, it's a _slightly_ atypical evening for your friendly neighborhood wall-crawler. Assigned a mission by an unnamed Spider-like person who may or may not resemble a Ghost, Spider-man has been sent on a quest for some tamales. And while it is a bit far afield from the place down the block, he was given specific instructions to get specific tamales from a specific place, and he knows if he does not do that he will get into specific trouble. And so he has taken to the skies, swinging along - the fastest way to travel, of course - in search of said specific tamales.

It does not take Spider senses to know that something is about to go down, and so he swings along and flattens himself a building well above the street to observe. Maybe it will be nothing, and he can get the tamales and go back home. Was it home now? He had not yet settled that. But the tamales would help, either way. He hoped it was just a tamale run.

It was never just a tamale run.

Jessica Drew has posed:
Switching into English, she tells Luis, "Tell them hello for me then."

Unhappily, she turns to Wade, "Of course, you do. Try, I know you can," each stinging word said with the crispness of an Oxford accent.

A black break in the steady stream of yellow taxis catches her attention.

Three things set off the spine tingles of spider-sense. Jess lifts her eyes and wonders at the coincidence of Spiderman rolling in above a convoy of black SUVS. Black SUVs and a woman striding toward them with purpose, could she be suffering from an overdose of paranoia? She suspects that around Wade, she isn't.

Not expecting a reply, "Lie to me, Wade. Tell me I won't regret standing here talking to you."

Blake Riviere has posed:
Interestingly enough the Spider-man was a known face to Blake, even the identity beneath the mask...but that went both ways given the webslinger knew her true nature. There was even a little lift of her fingers in a wave before the voices of Jessica and Wade drew her eye...along with the sight of those SUV's turning up.

Outside of a red carpet, that was rarely good.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    For a time Luis looks nervously between Jessica and Wade. He has no idea what this mad man is doing, no idea why he was picked up from the airport and brought here, and no idea why this woman seems to hate him so. His eyes widen a little, "Pardon..." He says as he points toward the oncoming convoy. "Pardon, senhor."
    Wade, however, is in the middle of just looking straight at Jessica. He turns his head to the side, that black and red mask seems to somehow smile while the white eyelets widen. "Okay..." He holds up one hand and two fingers making the scout's honor sign.
    Then adds, "Officer."
    Which is when he clicks the small tricycle horn button on his right forefinger and behind him...
    Two EFPs explode in a torrent of flame that shears off the lead SUV's engine, and the second smashes through the last vehicle's rear axle.

Colborn has posed:
    Narrowing his eyes as things begin to happen, Colborn is startled a bit by the explosion. His head whips about as his eyes look to the source of the explosion.

    He turns a bit to his right, his feet turning with him. And while he was startled, he doesn't let that make him hesitate.

    He starts to walk towards where the explosion went off, and is intending to help anyone who may have been injured by the boom boom.

Peter Parker has posed:
The convergence of the characters is not lost on Spider-man, as he frowns beneath his mask. "Yeah, uh, I don't need my spider-sense to tell me that I might not be back so quickly with your tamales," he says quietly from his perch up at the building. "There's a few rabble rousers here and I just..."

Then his spider-senses DO go off, and Spider-man swings into action. As he arcs down from the building in the direction of the street, those with good hearing _may_ hear a hurried "okiloveyoubye" coming from the wall-crawler as he whooshes along towards a few of the pedestrians meandering along the sidewalk.

It may, for a moment, appear to be an odd sight, until the explosions happen. Spider-man swings up and fires some large scale webbing down between some of the passersby and the debris launched at them before he lands up at the building, but significantly lower than before.

"No one told me it was going to be _this_ hot of a night in Hell's Kitchen."

Jessica Drew has posed:
With lightning-fast reflexes, Jess instinctively pushes the overweight man out of the direct line of the blast. He tips over like Humpty-Dumpty, mouth open wide in shock, likely deafened by the explosion. So much for her grey hoodie, which now has several holes from SUV-turned shrapnel. Blood trickles down one side of her forehead from a scalp wound, thanks to a wicked piece of airborne bumper.

Feet planted to either side of Luis's ample belly, she leaps to her feet and is in Wade's face, shouting, "Are you out of your mind?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
Fire! Danger! Loud noises!

Without having the luxury of an early warning sense, the sudden onslaught if explosions actually manages to startle Blake! She might have expected something from the SUV's, but not -at- them. The gout of flame and destruction had the raven-haired woman diving instinctively for cover!

Wade Wilson has posed:
    The front vehicle twisted instantly and then slams into a parked car. Some of the people within are unconscious, some are bloodied, four all told. The two in front and one in back are out of it, the fourth man is grizzled and thickly set, blood streaming down into his eyes as he struggles with the door.
    The second car crashes into the back of the third, then is rear-ended by the last. All of those passengers within seem to be alright, though as the doors are kicked open it seems like they... are packing a good bit of firepower. SMGS, pistols, and one assault rifle as the men emerge, leaving a fifth inside who does not exit.
    That last vehicle's passengers in the back are unconscious, while the two in the front try to get out of the vehicle, though one of them screams and points as their car starts to ignite and a fire begins to spread.
    Timely webbings serve to protect people from the bits of debris, the EFP devices sending a gout of fire and a precisely shaped charge. The improvised shields capture the peppering of fragments perfectly, though there are no casualties amongst people beyond the SUVs. At least none yet so far.
    Jess dives onto the man and covers him, and Luis screams in terror, but he doesn't struggle against the SHIELD agent. He hunkers down and takes cover as he can. Though when Jess rises and shouts. Wade's already moving.
    In fact he's _leaping_ toward the SUVs. "Oh no, what's going on? Spider-Man we have to help them!" He shouts as he lands on the hood of the middle car, pistol already in hand as he waves to the man getting out of the driver's seat. "Hey Manuel, donde esta la biblioteca?"

Colborn has posed:
    Heedless of the weapons wielded by the less abused passengers of said vehicles, Colborn reaches out and takes hold of a stuck door and rips it open...

    It should be noted, that happened almost absently as he walked past and he keeps moving towards the one that is igniting on fire. Again, heedless of anything else. He doesn't speak a word. He's not one of those super-talkative spandex types. After all, with Spider-Man -and- Deadpool here, there's enough talking for any six heroes. So Colborn just steps up onto the hood of the car that is starting to burn. He crouches and slams a fist into the frame -right- in front of the windshield.

    Why does he do this you ask? Simple... as he does so, the metal frame warps and the doors all pop open, along with the windshield exploding outward, glass splashing into and around him. "Get out!" he exclaims. His first words of the evening.

Peter Parker has posed:
"Whoa whoa whoa, WHOA." shouts Spider-man, placing his hands out in front of him, fingers extended. "I realize you're borrowing a lot from my fashion stylings, but I'm not sure we want to confuse folks here." He swings down towards the scene, adopting a crouched pose on one of the streetlights watching the scene unfold. "I'm not sure that we really need to be _helping_ them right now."

He starts slinging webbing at the barrels of the firearms held by those spilling out of the back of the pile-up. "Why do I feel like these are friends of yours?" he asks towards the Merc with a Mouth. He looks over towards Jessica and nods. "Pretty sure he is, yeah."

Jessica Drew has posed:
Nothing hides Jessica's identity or mutations. SHIELD does a thorough job of blacking out security cameras when a situation necessitates hiding her abilities. Like Spiderman, she may be local but, unlike him has no press coverage or reputation for friendliness.

Luis is left on the sidewalk to fend for himself. A burst of speed takes her to the last burning vehicle in time to see a man rip the door off a car like tearing cardboard. Impressive. Alright, the night is getting weirder and weirder. She dubs it the "Wade Effect".

"Thanks," she calls to the super-strength guy, reaches through the windshield, and jerks the automatic weapon out of one of the men's hands.

With a glance upward to Spiderman,"You never know with this character. They probably owe him money, and he wants to collect."

Hand outstretched, she webs the unarmed guy and pulls him over the broken glass out onto the hood and away from the burning car as she steps back down into the street.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Weapons! Blake's eyes drift from blue to red as she was suddenly moving, bat-shaped silhouetted shadows washing over her body and reshaping her clothing till she was dressed in the purple and black of her heroine identity, appearing in front of one armed man with a fanged smile beneath the domino-styled mask on her features before simply reaching out to snatch the weapon from his hand and toss it aside.

"One shouldn't be handling one of these after an accident," she offers in her french tones only to look up at the sight of Jessica and Colborn equally moving into action.

Huh, a popular night for heroics!

Wade Wilson has posed:
    People start to get clear of the cars as Colborn takes the role of a human pair of jaws of life. Cracking open doors and then smashing the front to free the people inside. It's good work and good timing on his part as then in the front vehicle the remaining conscious and bleeding man starts to try and get his colleagues clear...
    Only for when he sees Deadpool land on the hood of the middle vehicle he abandons that effort and starts to reach for a gun in his jacket. "It is the one, the Pool of Dead!" He announces in broken English, then for some reason looks over and espies Luis who is raising his head from behind a bench and his eyes widen, "And Luis Camacho, Freedom-fighter!"
    Some of the armed men start to take aim but before a firefight can break out, Spider-Man's webs splut-splat-splort into the barrels, rendering the weapons useless and in one case attaching the pistol directly to his hand. Colborn makes it to the man who was in the front vehicle and was drawing his gun, and tears it out of his hand. Then Jess webs another and binds him even as Blake snares a firearm for herself.
    Wade, for his part, leaps over the car one of the bodyguards goes for a backup pistol only for Wade's 9mm to bark once sending a round into the man's neck. "Don't worry guys, non-lethal rounds. Shoulder wounds only." Another bullet just to be sure, then he's trying to get into the backseat of that middle vehicle, kicking a door out of the way. "I am looking for El Guapo, is that you?" He takes a bead.

Colborn has posed:
    Ignoring the combat, the fighting, the weapons. Yep, that is what Colborn is doing. He steps down off of the hood of the car he popped open like an altoids tin. He reaches inside and hefts an unconscious man out.

    In fact, in the chaos, a couple of the guys shoot at him. Shots which are largely ignored. One strikes him in the chest, and one in the arm. Both damage his jacket and there is not the sight of blood splattering from the wounds. He just narrows his eyes and looks up at the shooter. "Seriously?" he asks as he turns and walks the wounded man away from the vehicle.

    But once that is done, he sets down his duffle bag and holds a hand out. He reaches and unsheathes a sword from nowhere, turning to regard the shooters. "I suggest you all stop trying to fight and focus on moving away from the vehicle that is about to explode." he says, not attacking yet.

Peter Parker has posed:
"Well, you know, I suppose this is just fairly typical," Spider-man says towards Jessica. "I just needed a few tamales, and instead I'm dealing with..." He waves his hand vaguely as he flips through the air, trying to make his way back over towards Luis, who clearly is known to the assemblage. "I don't know which is worse, really," he says, indicating Deadpool and the other set of mercs.

He adopts a perch over near Luis, peering down at him. "Ok, who are these guys and why are they after you?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
Jess is averse to people (bad or good), being barbecued in the street. Webbing snicks from her wrists and she drags the rest of the passengers out through the ripped-off car door to leave them lined up on the sidewalk. More webbing snugs their arms to their sides in case they want to take off.

Stupidly, onlookers have begun to accumulate on the sidewalk despite the sight of guns and a burning car. "Hey, take care of them! Keep low yourselves. Get back, I say!"

Eyes drilling the back of Wade's head who is aiming at someone in the backseat of the middle car, she risks a glance upward to Spiderman, "They're good here, aren't they. Reason I stopped by. Best masa in the City, fillings are not half bad either. I'd say, we'd better remove Wade before it gets worse."

Blake Riviere has posed:
Blurry, spooky speed and Blake was coming up behind one of the men piling in on Wade, grasping on his shoulders and simply tossing his away from the car like a ragdoll as if he weighed nothing...which he practically did to the 'Draculina' anyway. Eyes narrowed, the scent of leaking gasoline had her less than pleased given that fire could actually hurt her...but the sting of blood on the air and Wade's apparent immediate attempt to murder was...well, at the very least it raised questions!

Wade Wilson has posed:
    To be fair not /toooo/ many rounds have fired. A handful from the guards, two from Wade. But there is still the roil and chaos of fire and conflict and flipping and webs. Soon enough with the focus of Colborn the heroes are able to get the unconscious people clear, dragging them away from the wreckage and sliding them out of the way.
    Luis, for his part, seems terrified as he looks up at Spider-Man and tells him, "Eu so quero ir para casa, por favor!"
    That is the moment, however, when Wade emerges from the car holding an older Hispanic man's hair in his fist and the Hispanic man attached to it. He raises the rather terrified and panicked man's features up over the edge of the car and he shouts across the way, "Hey Luis! LUIS!" Getting his attention.
    "This him?!"
    Luis turns away and he looks across the distance to see the man who had been riding in this convoy. Suddenly Luis' expression changes from terror and fear... into such hatred, such anger, his body starts to shake and he looks around for a weapon.
    The three gunmen stop their approach of Wade, one against his will as Blake _throws_ him aside. The other two warily eye her. They hold their hands up as they see the man in the blond wig and red and black suit holding a gun on their boss.

Peter Parker has posed:
"Uh uh uh," waggles Spider-man's finger while his other hand *thwips* out to snag the metal bar that Luis is trying to grab to potentially brain the VIP that seems to have attracted Wade's attention. "I can't have you settling scores on my turf here." He tosses the bar behind him into the street, and then glances towards the rest of the scene before back towards Luis.

"You want to take care of him, let's take care of him the right way. You stay here, I'll make sure he doesn't get murdered before you can get what you deserve, k?"

Jessica Drew has posed:
Poised to jump for Wade, Jess hears the words exchanged between fat Luis and him without understanding. The change in Luis's expression fills in the rest. She grins briefly as Spiderman stickily disarms Luis.

"Wade!" she shouts. "What are you going to do?" Without waiting for an answer she closes the distance to Wade and twacks a web on the awful blonde wig to pull it off, giving her a view of the back of his cowled head. With the other hand she wacks him in the head with another strand of webbing.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Luis had taken up a heavy metal bar and was indeed going to go over and brain the big cheese. Yet when Spider-Man thwips the bar out of his hand, the portly older man _glares_ such malevolence at the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man. And then, if one is up on their Portugues... they will be treated to one of the most expletive riddled rant they have likely heard.
    
    Wade though? He nods as it's clear that Luis recognizes him, that this fellow is, indeed, the one. "Alright then, man."
    And then shoots him. _CRACK!_
    Or would have except suddenly his wig is gone and he's /yoinked/ backwards toward Jessica. The man who had just been about to be executed HOWLs in pain as his ear drums are likely exploded and the round sliced along the side of his head. Quickly his two remaining bodyguards run forward and try to get him focused enough to move him.

Peter Parker has posed:
"Ok, I think that's about enough," says Spider-man in frustration as he sees Wade attempt to murderize Luis' unBFF. "You got this, right?" he asks towards Jessica, as she watches her prevent the execution with clear effectiveness. Then his attention turns back to Luis.

"If that guy is a criminal, let me know, we can bring him in. We can have actual justice for whatever he did. But you gotta tell me what his deal is, and what your deal is, for that to work." He glances around for a moment. "Otherwise I have to take you in too, and let the authorities sort all of this out. You want to avoid that, start spilling."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"I'm good," she replies, adding insult to injury with another web to Wade's gun, and snapping her hand back.

"I'll let you handle the official part of things. Despite what Wade thinks, I'm not the police." She stands in a balanced stance ready to add more webbing. "I don't understand what is Wade's deal in all this unless he just likes Luis's tamales."

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "God... fucking dammit!" He rounds and holds the pistol in the air, grimacing as he grabs a knife from his belt and starts to hack at the webbing, "Does this... does this fucking stuff come out of your body? That's disgusting! You... UGH!"
    He works the chamber of his pistol and it is entirely fouled, as he points at the retreating henchmen and their boss. "Do you bug-faced, bio-hazard spewing, primadonna bastards even realize what you're doing!" He points over, "Don't worry Luis, I'll get 'im! Chin up, buddy!" He makes a heart sign over his chest and points at the seriously angry old man. Between the two of them they are going to owe so much money to the swear jar.
    A hand reaches back and he draws one of his katanas, the sword ringing with the sound of keen steel freed from its sheath. He points at Jess with the blade. "Why don't you go do something useful like wash out Fury's eye socket, bet that fucking thing is crusty as hell by now, OFFICER."
    He turns and leaps to head after the retreating El Guapo.

Peter Parker has posed:
Tilting his head to watch Wade dash off, he looks over at Jessica, and nods. "I'll make sure our friend here is in a safe place," he promises. "You see if you can figure out who the guy is who we just saved from assassination, because honestly, I'm kind of willing to bet that he may have deserved some of this, but..." He shrugs, and looks back to Luis. "Come on, I'll give you a lift downtown."

Jessica Drew has posed:
"Spider snot. Deal with it Wade," she yells after him.

"Nah, I'm good. I want some tamales and can get home without any trouble. I live in Chelsea. Thanks. The police will pick him up."