14527/One Flew Over

One Flew Over
Date of Scene:	28 March 2023
Location:	Xavier's School Front Yard
Synopsis:	Rhona finds Wade on the lawn in a tree spying on the mansion. She shoots an arrow at him, and then questions him. He exposes himself (his face, shuddup) and she lightens up on him though, on account of... ya know, his face. Turns out he's just a nerd in a red suit.
Cast of Characters:	Wade Wilson, Rhona Lauren

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Wade Wilson has posed:
    The defensive systems of Xavier's School for the Gifted are second to none.
    An elaborate system of surveillance and sensors maintain a strong situational awareness about the school and the advanced technology used in the virtual intelligences that cause the system to function so efficiently are always running and paying a sharp eye to the goings on.
    It is a system that is robust and capable of making judgment calls about the possibility of conflagration and rising chances for social disruption that can come not just from situational factors, but from the presence of various individuals in close proximity. Entire sub-routines are given over to various scenarios.
    One sub-routine that takes a tremendous amount of processing cycles... is the file marked Deadpool.
    Whenever the visual markers are triggered for that particular individual the Xavier security systems instantly send out messages to the faculty on duty along with an image of the perpetrator. This time no vehicle is in evidence. In the image there's just the man in his red and black crawled up into one of those old oak trees that line the street. He has a headband wrapped around the top part of his mask into which he's placed three branches of twigs with green leaves sticking off of them at various angles. His swords are on his back, and he does seem to be packing a firearm on his hip. But in hand? A pair of binoculars as he peers at the school amongst what 'camouflage' there is to be had in that tree.
    The notice goes out, and one of the faculty in the school frowns at it, heaving a small sigh. "Dammit..."
    One of the nearby students peeks over the man's shoulder. "Who's that?"
    "It's Wade... I'll go let people know... he's trespassing again."
    The kid perks up, "Ooh, gonna call the cops on him?"
    The teacher starts to walk down the hall commenting over his shoulder, "You don't call the cops on Wade. You more just... endure him."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona had had a big week last week. She'd gone on a black ops mission that was more than a little bit too dangerous for her, she'd started some hand to hand combat defense training with Logan there-after, and this afternoon? Well, she's just on her way back from the archery range to the west, when she's seeing the red up on a tree branch. That's more than a little odd...

She just quietly gets closer and closer to Wade on his left side, walking through the grassy yard, Rhona holds her compound archery bow in her left hand, the mechanical bow's body and limbs a deep black and grey camo, its strings a deep crimson not unlike some of Wade's attire....

Oncec she gets close enough to see a guy in a weird costume, using binocs, and then ARMED with a GUN!

Well, what happens next is pretty simple....

An arrow screams through the air, and slams right in to the branch under Wade's left forearm! The arrow actually wiggles, and makes a thrumming noise of vibration as it settles in to the wooden branch, and a second later, a young girl's voice speaks up.

"Who the Hell are you?" She asks in a English accent, holding her bow drawn, and aimed, this time right for Wade's covered head!

She's about twenty feet away, standing in the grass, dressed in dark blue jeans, and a dark green hoodie, an arrow quiver hanging from her hip, and a black school bag on her back.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    As she approached she'd hear the slight click and whirrrrrr of something else in his hand, keyed into activity as an old 1950s personal audio tape recorder records Wade's thoughts.
    "1900 hours, the Xavier Babes have likely gone to dinner. Strongly imagining heavy carb-loading and various puddings and whipped toppings to be applied in suitably lascivious manner as the night goes on." The recorder clicks off as he makes this observation, the tree swaying gently in the wind.
    Then abruptly, /WHIZZZZZZZZ-THUNK!/ the arrow strikes clean into the tree right under Deadpool's arm, thrumming softly as the arrow reverberates embedded in the tree. The masked man's white eyelets widen as he turns looking down at the arrow. He turns his head sloooooowly.
    There is the soft click-whirrrr.
    Into the recorder he whispers, "Have made contact with the natives. They seem initially hostile. It seems to be something akin to the Child Soldiers of East Africa. Likely feral. Will attempt to communicate." The recorder clicks off.
    "Hello. Young Millennial." He holds up his binoculars hand. "I come in peace." His words are spoken slowly and deliberately. "I have no Avocado Toast to offer in supplication. But know the sentiment is there."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona just stands there, her bow drawn, the next arrow aimed right down the line to Wade's white eyes. She hears his response, and had even heard some of what he'd said in to his recorder prior to her shot...

But, it's all so confusing, and strange. What he says doesn't sound hostile, innately, but it doesn't quite come off as 'normal' either. She thought he'd be scared out of the tree when she hit the branch like that, as she'd intended to hit it just-so. She was a good shot after all.

"... What?" The teenager asks after a second of trying to mull over what he says, and make sense of it.

She shifts her weight a bit, her ponytail blowing behind her shoulders in the wind, her stance widening just a little.

"What is your name? What are you doing up there? Why are you armed?" She says in a 'commanding' voice, that really just further highlights her foreign roots, and how she's a kid overall.

"We don't take to intruders well around here!" She adds, her eyes leaving him for just a moment to look to the house to see if anyone else was coming out yet to back her up on this...

Internally, Rhona is wondering what the hell she did to suddenly unlock the madness in life.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "What what?" Is the man in the crimson suit's response.
    Then there's a twist and a _thump_ as he drops out of the tree, a heavy black camera hanging from an elaborate strap around his neck dangles awkwardly and bounces as he lands. He takes some time to shuffle his binocs around along with the recorder, undoing the clasp of one of his myriad belt pouches. "You mean you go to Xavier's and you don't know me? They love me there. I'm practically faculty. Maybe it's because I come from the streets. Word to your mother. Do you know what I am saying?"
    As he speaks she might get the vibe he's less talking to her and more just... talking, but once he has those binoculars stored away and the recorder then clicked on and set behind the strap of his gun harness. He turns his _full_ attention on her. "But hey. Deadpool." He points at himself, "Or Wade. You know that's probably it, you probably know me better as Wade Wilson? Professor Wade Wilson? Professor Wade Wilson, Dean of Students, Xavier's Academy? Esquire?"
    

Rhona Lauren has posed:
When Wade does tumble from the tree, Rhona just shifts again. She takes a few steps to the north, almost like she's about to run for it, but she doesn't... she lingers, and just keeps her bow drawn on him.

His speech about his name, his being a known somebody around here makes her think twice, before she just shakes her head.

"I've been here since last summer, I've not heard your name mentioned even once." She states back, her brown eyes locked on his whites.

"Take off your mask." She then makes the demand of.

"If you're a friend, then why are you hiding your face?" She asks to give reasoning for said demand. "Take it off, or I'm going to put my next arrow in to your..." She aims lower.

At his thigh, but Wade might think otherwise.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Wow."
    He just says that once and the way those white eyelets twist, the 'eyebrows' coming in it's almost like she zinged him with words sharper than her arrowheads. "Wow, that is... just plain hurtful. So _nobody_ talked to you about Wade Wilson? _The_ Wade Wilson? Heart and Soul of the X-Men? Leader of X-Force. Logan's Best Friend and pal." He starts to step toward her, but that is the moment she tells him to take off his mask and angles that bow and arrow lower.
    He lifts his hands up, "Hey now."
    He points at her, "See now I'm starting to believe you. Nobody ever wants me to take my mask off."
    A beat.
    "I mean, alright there was this one time where I was asked to swap it for a ball gag when I was killing time at the Hellfire Club. But I think that was sort of a lesser of two evils thing."
    He lifts a hand to the back of his head and there's a whir of the zipper. "Are you sure you want this? Final Answer? Phone a Friend? Maybe you could call Ororo, ask her, 'hey babe, do I want Wade to take his mask off?' and if she says yes I'll totally do it."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona has no reason to believe that there might be Large Marge beneath Wade's mask, so when he starts to comply, she just stares daggers at him down the arrow shaft that she has drawn, waiting to be pulled back just another inch or two before it'd snap that arrow right at his leg.

"You're a friend of Logan's?" She asks then, ignoring the mask conversation for now. "Logan.... is my personal defense trainer." She then says, almost with a hint of not being quite so sure on how to phrase that.

"If you're a friend, then why are you up a tree, staring at the place with binoculars? That's not what friends do...."

Her eyes dart to his hip where he has that sidearm too. "Plus, this is a school, filled with children. You're armed. YOu're wearing a mask... and you have a camera?"

Rhona shakes her head side to side. "I'm sure they have people coming already, so if you take a single step toward me, you're going to be skewered."

She didn't answer about the mask, is that a Yes?

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Seriously? I mean... you could do worse. I suppose."
    Wade seems utterly at ease, even with the bow aimed at him, and not worried at all about the fatigue she might be feeling holding it that way. His visage shifts a little looking as if he was biting his lip, one hand lifting from the back of his mask instead to rub at his jaw.
    "But if you _really_ want to learn to fight you should hit me up. I mean I'm more like the Johnny to his Daniel-San, but, you know. Seriously, who would be better if you think about it? Ralph Macchio isn't going to win any fights unless it's with whoever makes his toupee. Because that thing just..."
    He shakes his head, then seems to be drawn back on track, "Oh this? Research." He boops the camera around his neck, "Observating, the... Homo Superior Femilis in its natural habitat. Though really, was more hoping to catch Psylocke doing her yoga thing."
    Then he snaps his fingers, "Oh right, the mask!" And abruptly, with no warning he pulls the mask off and tosses it to her while turning his head to the side to give her that profile shot of twisted torn features and his hairless mutated mien, "Tada!"

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona's bow has a weight release so it doesn't strain her to hold it back like this, not like a common recurve bow would. So she just stares at him as he responds, absolutely unsure of what to make of this man. He doesn't outwardly seem hostile, or even like he'd be a capable threat... but he does seem like he's ... something. He's armed. He looks relatively fit inside of that suit he's wearing, but then he's just pulling the mask off and tossing it at her.

The mask hits the grass with a rather pathetic thwump noise, landing beside her booted feet. She just stares at him down the shaft of her arrow, taking in the visage of his ... everything.

"Jesus." Rhona quietly says.

It's then that she lowers her bow down to her side, the arrow going lax, but still held notched on the bowstring, and resting in the firing position.

"YOu're, what... a mutant?" She surmizes. She's seen burn victims on the internet, she's seen all kinds of things, but this looks unique.

A quick look back toward the mansion, and Rhona regards him again. "Look. I'm... Rhona. I'm just a student here. If you're supposed to be here, then I'll... check with someone. If you wait here?" She asks, clearly not sure on the protocol, or how she should approach this.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Sorta!" He says overly cheerfully, at least his teeth still look good.
    He steps toward her and then _scoops_ back up his mask, wiping some of the grass off of it as he crinkles his nose. There's some measure of... a guy that might not have been entirely horrible ages ago before all of the... _this_. But weirdly it fits his voice and his manner.
    "Me and Logan knew these people, real dicks. Were all about twisting us altruistic freedom fighting individuals into horrible nastiness. I wasn't born a mutant, had to have it ripped outta me all kersploo." He gestures at his face as he then finishes cleaning off the mask and pulling it back on.
    "So some of your more militant mutant folks will be all, 'Yer no true scotsman ye aren't!' Or something."
    Then he spreads his hands, taking a deep breath, "ANYHOO!" His voice rises at that word, then he slaps his hands together. "Your turn to be all forthcoming. Introduce yourself so I can be all, 'NOoooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOooooo.' When you inevitably get killed by some big bad in the third act."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona steps off to the west a couple steps to let him take his mask back. Her right hand still touching the lock on her bow, ready to draw it again if needs be. But she just keeps it aimed at the ground for the time being. She stares at him, the evening sun shining across his face, and her own, her eyes fluttering a bit as she stares at the markings on his face.

Him saying the bit about dying makes her stammer a bit, since that's what she's been worried about for over a week now, and why she's been training harder. She wants to avoid that, should she go on more harrowing missions of action... which she wants to, some day.

"So you're not really a mutant..." The Brit quietly says, in her posh London accent. "Is that why you're out here in a tree then? They don't want you here?" She inquires further. "I've found the people here to be nothing but welcoming... And if you're a friend of Logan's, I can text him to ask what he'd like me to do with you."

That might get a response Wade could predict.

She shakes her head then. "I'm just a student here. A Junior, at least for a couple more months. Then... Senior next fall, I guess. Nothing quite so crazy, as..." As Wade's FACE!

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Aww you are such a darling,"
    Wade says as he shakes his head, "You are so sweet. Goddamn that saccharine new girl niceness." He points at her, "Tragic really." He takes a deep breath and shakes his head.
    "Nah, full disclosurino here, me and the X-ers are super good friends. But you know how it is. I'm Han Solo, and like... the school is Leia. And you know, they totally love me, but I'm a scoundrel and all and eventually I always rub people the wrong way." Wade turns and walks backwards, spreading his arms as if trying to get her to take the words from him spoken in such sincerity.
    "So I run off with my fuzzy lifemate Chewy. But hey!" He points at her, "You could be my Ben, my Kylo Ren Ben. Tucked away leading to the dark side while I..."
    He stops and rubs at his chin, "Ok, this metaphor got away with me."
    He turns back to her and _points!_ Accusingly so! "In any case, I mean to say. They love me. But not like... love love me."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Some of Rhona's dark hair is gently swaying in the evening wind around her face, lit up by the rays from the sun coming in from over her shoulder to the west. She just stares at him, the sun fully on his face, while hers is mostly shaded. She just peers at him.

"So you're a Star Wars nerd too?" She asks him, in a bit more of a 'cheeky' British way. Her head shakes side to side. "I'm more of a Doctor Who fan... At least the old stuff, before they brought the horrible modern bullshit in to it."

Uh oh.

Rhona shifts her weight upon those black ankle boots she's wearing. She turns a little more to the north. "Look. I was going back inside. You're welcome to come with me, but if you're not supposed to be here, then you probably should ... bugger off, or whatever. They have pretty strict security here, though I don't know where they are in the ... moment..."

Are the security members avoiding Wade?

"I'll tell them a Mister Wilson stopped by though, if you'd like me to..." The teenager notes, her eyes looking him over again. "The Headmistress will probably need an explanation as to why an arrow is stuck in a tree, anyway." She notes, glancing now toward said branch where her arrow's bright neon green and orange fletching make it sound out rather starkly.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Doctor Who?!"
    Wade shakes his head, "Ugh, ew, ugh, ick!"
    The man in red and black spreads his hands wide as if he's having _none_ of it, his head turning to the side and lifting his chin so it looks as if he was sniffing affectedly. "Pshaw."
    "Wanna know the perfect way to make sure nobody cares about a protagonist? Make them fucking immortal, and have them resurrect constantly when they do die, and able to recover from every injury." He pauses for a second... turning his head to the side and cocking an eyebrow at... something.
    Then proceeds as if he had not paused at all, "Then slap on top of that that they time travel! And a multiverse and... UGH! UGH UGH!" Arms folding over his chest he makes a face.
    "OK, Tom Baker was fun, crazy old guy. But still. UGH!"
    He was so distracted by the Dr. Who thing that he completely seemed to talk over what she said later, and perhaps she might think he didn't even hear it before he waves a hand and answers her.
    "But nah, I was just..." He tilts his head to the side as his white eyelets focus on the school, then he looks back at her. "Swinging by. Maybe mention to Ororo I was stopping by." He rocks back on his heels and takes a deep breath.
    Then utters a final ugh.

Rhona Lauren has posed:
What Wade says back to her about the Doctor, just has the young girl tilt her head, her lashes fluttering again as she processes what he's saying at her, all sassy-like. She lowers her chin down just a hair before she reaches a hand up to push her loosely floating strands of hair out of her face, to keep them from tickling her cheek and nose.

"And you're a Star Wars fan, lecturing a Doctor Who fan on how to not kill your franchise with lack of interest?" She asks with a smirk. "How about release three prequels with more focus on computer graphics, then actual character. Then, ten years later, sell it to a corporation that cares more about corporate greed, than writing compelling character-driven pieces. Oh, and more computer graphics over story." She smiles sarcastically at him then. "Please, Mister Wilson. Don't begin to lecture me on such intellectual property failures, when you're quoting quite arguably the most spectacular fall from grace in the entertainment industry's long history, as Star Wars."

Oh shit. Take that, Mister Potato Head! And nevermind that Rhona's playedby is a Rey actress at Disney's Star Wars themepark!

Rhona shows him a sweep smile then. "I'll be sure to mention you came by to Miss Munroe." The Brit says further as she finally drops her bow to her side then, the arrow still notched, but obviously not in even a partially ready position.

"Try not to hide in trees again. I might not give a warning shot next time..." She says now, showing a bit of a grin.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Hey, I _know_ about Star Wars. Never said I was a fan!"
    Wade counters that argument deftly by divesting himself of all investment...
    Even as there's a faint hint of a pooched lip behind that mask and if she could see his eyes... oh such gleam of possible tears.
    Starting to walk away he then points at her over his shoulder, "Get on outta here, with your overly produced creatively bankrupt franchise. Why I oughta..." He makes a pantomime of giving a good old back handed slap though he's a good twenty feet away from her.
    He turns back around walking backwards as he shouts, "I can't even use the Mandalorian to defend that crap anymore! Spend a whole season getting Gogurt in the hands of Luke and then be all in one episode, 'Lol, nah we're not doing that!' What the hell man?!"
    But by this point he is getting further and further away. Still talking, still at volume. But still going.

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona just stares at the man as he starts to walk back toward the main gate to Greymalkin Lane. She hears what he says of the Mandalorian, and just smiles at it. "Corporate Overlords don't care about story, just profit. Greenbacks, just like Baby Yoda!" She calls out before she turns to the north, back toward the mansion.

As she walks, she pulls her phone from the front hand warmer of her dark green hoodie, and starts to send out a few texts.

'Found a strange man peering at the house through binoculars. He said his name was Wade Wilson, and that he can't handle Star Wars being a washed up franchise now.' And she sends it off to various members of the faculty.