Owner	Pose
Mystique	Early in the day Mystique sent a single text message to Wade, aka Deadpool, aka Merc with a Mouth, aka... that freaky guy she respected for many reasons she wasn't going to list or think about at the moment. The message was simple, <I want in.> Having spent the remainder of the morning beating the shit out of people, things, buildings in the training room, she'd sent a request to H&D see if Wade was on the asteroid. They confirmed that he was, so she returned to her quarters for a shower, then headed right over to his room and pressed the chime to announce her presence.
Wade Wilson	Wade response is immediate and measured. A single word. "Come" is uttered and the door slides open to permit Mystique into the interior of the Merc With a Mouth's quarters. If the woman had never been inside, she was in for an eye searing introduction.     What might be most shocking is the cleanliness of the place. It's almost sterile in its cleanliness and a faint scent of what might be lemon-scented bleach lingers in the air. The decor is... very Wade. Pink -is- just a shade of red after all. The purples and pastel oranges are also comprised of the formula of red plus X equals.     Wade spins in his seat to face the door. He might've been observing the stars from his window; he might've been playing with his action figures--arranged in a particular fashion on the sill; he might've been jerking off... it's anyone's guess where the truth lies. Whatever his action prior to Mystique's entry, his current one is to focus on the standing Leader of the Brotherhood and regard her, maskless, with a grin.     "Boss. Got your message. Very vague. But I mean, if you've spoken to your fiancee, I can have a talk with my wife and my girlfriend and we can set up a time." The innocent blink he adds to the words is probably enough to tell her he's joking, but he doesn't elaborate to that effect, instead probably hoping to get a rise out of the cobalt woman.
Mystique	Once the door slides open, Mystique steps into the room and is punched in the face my pink and the scent of lemons. No, she had never been in Wade's room, nor has she ever looked at any of the footage H&D took before they were let off the hook and no longer required to keep an eye on him. The punch does not change the expression on her face, it does however cause one brow to twitch slightly. She hated pink, but knew other people liked it... Wade may like it too much, but to each their own. She was grateful that he was dressed, this no jerking off, the rest of what he might have been doing... she didn't care. Pausing just inside the door, enough to let the door slide closed behind her, she snorts once to his ramblings. "Vague is what I do," she states calmly. "That way it leaves you wondering and questions come to mind about what I might mean and no, not what you were hoping." Another snort offered here. "Clarice returned last night injured, told me about your little side missions. I want in."
Wade Wilson	Wade snaps his fingers in mock disappointment at her denial of his supposed hopes of her request. Listening to the rest of her statement his expression sobers. "Oh... that..." he frowns. "Umm..." He looks around for a moment. "Gimme a second."     He rises from his chair and moves behind a screen that seems to be sectioning off the bed. Sliding it fully closed he starts to speak. "You mean X-Force," he says over the rustle of leather and spandex. "I hope you're not upset that I recruited a side crew behind your back. It's not like I am trying to undermine the Brotherhood or anything..." he says. "And I assure you my actions with them are seperate from any work I do for you. I just... I figured, Domino's around. Cable is around. I'm around. It only seemed natural to get the band back together. Or... well... to start the band, here I guess."     He emerges from behind the screen and his outfit has changed. It's still his suit--complete with a mask this time around--but the coloration is different. Instead of red and black. It's a light gray with black though there is still some red; specifically at the belt buckle and the eyes. The accents of bloody hue give him an almost sinister appearance. He gestures to the couch and chairs in the sitting area near the window. "Please, have a seat" he says.     The shift in tone and demeanor might be a little offputting to one who didn't fully understand the Merc but Mystique's worked with him on a few occasions now and knows that he can be serious when he chooses--even as rare as those moments are.
Mystique	While Wade is dressing himself, Mystique folds her arms across her chest and leans back against the door. Was she angry? Yes, in ways that he would probably never understand. Did she intend to tell him that? Oh hell yes she did, but she intended to do it calmly... that was the reason for murdering numerous things in the training room, to get control of that anger. "You forgot Clarice," she comments calmly, canting her head slightly. "Among those you recruited behind my back." Now a smile plays over her lips, charming, beautiful and her eyes follow him as he steps back into the room with his new suit. "I understand the why," she then says, charm in her tone as well. "But yes, I'm a little pissed. You could have told me, I'd of kept the Brotherhood out of your side occupation, I'd of offered resources if you needed them, used my contacts if you thought they would help." Dropping her arms to her sides, thumbs hooking into the pockets of her white jeans she snorts softly. "I may run the Brotherhood Wade, but I am more than that, much, much more, and I am capable of aiding without using the Brotherhood, it's resources or it's connections... so yes, I'm pissed, but that will pass... and I want in."
Wade Wilson	Wade frowns under the mask. "I didn't -forget- anyone. Clarice and Honey Badger are valued members of the team" he says. "Look, Raven..." he says moving the his chair and dropping down. "I didn't recruit Clarice because she's your subordinate. I recruited her because her powers were a good match and fit what we could use. Even if I -wasn't- part of the Brotherhood I'd still have gone for her or someone on the same wavelength."     He sighs. "If you want in, there some things you need to understand. X-Force is not the Brotherhood. We're not a diplomatic movement. We're a group of mutants who do things the X-Men aren't equipped to handle." There is no derision in his tone. It's just a fact that he accepts. "We kill. We maim. We burn. We destroy. And we have fun when we do it. We're also -very- open about it."     He grabs his phone and swipes through to show her a screenshot of a television screen of local news in New York. The image is a burning building with the words "X-Force Wuz Heer" sprayed in large black paint on the pavement in front of the ruined building. Tucking the phone back in his pocket he adds. "We also save people. Humans. Mutants. Doesn't really matter to me. I'm a bit of both in the end. But we help them and let our actions do the talking for us as much as the paint."
Mystique	Keeping her emotions in check, Mystique's entire body, including clothing, shift and changes. The effect of the change is much like magnetic sand having a magnet drawn over it and when it's complete, a matter of second later, an African American woman with a thousand tiny braids, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a tank top, stands in her place. "Of course X-Force isn't the Brotherhood," she states bluntly, finally stepping away from the door. "Of course you kill and maim and destroy and do all the things I used to enjoy doing." A few steps into the room, she changes again and this time she is a young man with a badly growing beard, hair brown, perhaps he is Latino in origin. "Do you think I stopped craving to do those things, Wade? Do you think that it all just went away?" She snorts and a dark smile crosses her lips. "You are the only one, other than Erik, who knows the truth of the Brotherhood. The only one who knows that the changes are cosmetic in nature, an act, one that I have to play to maintain order. Even Clarice doesn't know the truth, because she isn't ready to know the full truth." Just out of his reach she changes one last time, to a woman with long blonde hair and amazingly bright blue eyes, the perfect Arian, wearing a summer dress with sandals. "As Mystique, I can do nothing. I must present the act in all ways, in everything, but as... Ursula here, I can do anything I want or need. That is my nature really, to be anyone I want, or anyone you may need." Tilting her head slightly she adds, "I may prefer to aid only mutants, but I will admit to the epiphany that some humans are worth saving. I have no idea what the future of the Brotherhood will be, but I do know that I can do this with you now, if you'll let me."
Wade Wilson	Wade watches the changes in Mystique with a placid expression in his masked face. "Okay. But ground rules... I'm in charge. If we're on an op as X-Force, you follow my lead. Whatever you want done with the Brotherhood is your business and I will listen and obey, but out there with this on..." he gestures to his variant suit, "I'm the voice of... well maybe not reason, but I make the calls."     He pauses and looks her over. "You're going to need to find a stable persona to go with and I'm going to need its measurements." He elaborates. "So I can get a suit for it. If you want to be..." he gestures to her, "What did you say... Ursula? That's fine. Just need her deets. Thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six... or whatever it might be. And any specifics you want for your suit?"
Mystique	Another soft snort escapes Mystique. "You want one stable persona huh?" She asks, to verify, then looks at herself for a moment. One final change, the shift as easy as the rest, leading her to the form of a young African American female with a buzz cut. "Feel free to measure away." Holding her arms out a smile plays on her face. "You're stating the obvious beyond that," she adds. "These are our ops Wade, not mine. I'm one of your "soldiers", I'll do what you say... so long as you realize I have over a hundred years of experience in just this sort of thing. Not saying you have to use it, but it's part of the package."
Wade Wilson	Wade stands and produces a small yellow strip of measuring tape. He starts taking measurements that a tailor would make. "You and Logan both... I swear..." he mutters as he measures the inseam of her jeans. "What name you want to go by and what monicker as well?" he asks, moving to wrap the strip around her hips and then her waist.     He says each number outloud softly as he moves with efficient motions. One could be mistaken for thinking he's done this before. Knowing him, he might have.     He moves up to her bust and stops. "I'm going to have to touch your chest..." he says before he acts. "It's a purely professional gesture and I promise not to fondle you. I like my hands where there are at the moment, just thought I'd warn you."
Mystique	Mystique looks at her breasts, then looks at Wade. "Alright, they aren't really my breasts anyway," she comments with a shrug. "Just don't tell Lydia." "So you want a name and monicker?" She hmmms softly. "Well, this is a new face, one I've never used before, but I can whip her up as real in any way you'd like. How about for a name we use Shani West, and for a moniker just go with Ebony?" She offers up the first thing that comes to mind, and being on the spot tends to make her think fact. "If that doesn't work, I can come up with something better... well, are you going to fondle me or what?" Was she serious, or joking? He'd have to decide.
Wade Wilson	Wade blinks for a moment before he goes and simply measures her. No groping. No fondling. Just a quick set of three measurements: under, bust, and chest, before he moves to her shoulders and arms. "Shani West... and Ebony work fine." He finishes up his measurements and looks her over with a critical eye.     "How risque are you willing to go with this outfit?" he asks. "I can guarantee that even going with your classic look..." he gestures to the action figure of her in the white sheathe dress of early 90s designs, "won't put you in the -skimpiest- outfit we have on the crew. My wife tends to go with the less is more approach. Female armor in the style of MMORPGs" He shrugs as if the fact doesn't bother him. In truth, it doesn't.     "I want it to be functional enough for you to work but also stylish enough for the team" he smiles, the expression coming out in his tone. "I even got Cable to wear a bandolier with the team's colors and style. It's as much a part of the team as your body is." He frames her for a moment. "But I also want it to be an expression of who you are. So who is Shani West aka Ebony and what does she show the outside when she's not infiltrating and assassinating?"
Mystique	Mystique's yellow eyes sparkle as she watches him just measure her. She had been joking, with no plans of punishment if he did take the chance to feel 'Shani' up. Another check mark of respect earned by the man, she nods once when he's finished. At the question of how risque she was willing to go, she licks her lips and smiles broadly. No hesitation. "Risque is always acceptable, to the levels of ensuring I'm protected while offering up a glimpse of this wonderful body," is the first part of the answer. "You want to know her personality, the person she shows the world? You want me to create a complete person? I can do that." Reaching up she runs her hand across her short hair, adjusting the sides to add a few braids tight against her head. "Shani is from Mozambique originally, but she got pulled into the military and then the tribal wars early in her life. She learned that finding a cause to fight for was more intoxicating than alcohol, and when her mutation appeared, slightly accelerated healing and the ability to slightly armor herself against blades, she took her search for just the right cause seriously. She can be a friendly person when she wants to be, and when she's not working she can be the life of a party, but the minute the go order is given, she's cold, calculating, logical and strategic." She pauses there, grinning. "Too much information?"
Wade Wilson	Wade puts a finger to his chin. "No. That sounds perfect really" he says with a nod. "We'll have another mission soon enough but I'm going to need to scout out a few sites before hand and maybe I can take Shani along to test out not only the suit I get for her but her abilities and how well they fit our mold." He arches a brow at her. "If she'd be game?"     "Nothing major. Infiltration and non-lethal subjugation of security forces probably" he says putting the tape away and pulling out his phone again to make a note of the measurements on a notes document. "Don't want them to increase patrols too much because we killed the first stringers. Also... strike a pose for me?" he asks as he holds the camera to take a photo of the woman.
Mystique	'Shani' Pretends for a moment to be considering that offer, but the playful smile on her face gives it all away. "Of course she'd be interested," she replies, even her voice was different. The level of Mystique's ability to be someone else was truly amazing. If someone were to actually get a sample of Shani's DNA, it would show up completely different, unique, a real person who didn't exist in any data bases... yet. "Have to test out the suit, and you need to see first hand what I... she, is capable of," she wiggles her brows at this, then blinks once. "Strike a pose?" Gods, this was going to be one of Wade's random, fucked up, only makes sense to him things wasn't it? Yeah, probably. So with a shrug, she closes her eyes a moment to get into character fully, to /feel/ what Shani might feel, to become the person. It's like watching water wash away dirt, the changes in her body language, the way she holds herself, even the expressions on her face. In that moment she literally becomes Shani. Opening her eyes again, she offers a rather toothy smile, broad on her dark skinned face beneath a wide African nose. One hand moves to her hip, resting where a holstered weapon might be while the other hand gets rested about pocket level of the black BDU's she is wearing. Poses weren't really her thing, but becoming Shani, that happened right before Wade's eyes.
Wade Wilson	Wade's phone makes the sound of a camera shutter closing and he nods. If there was some method to his madness and not some perverted ulterior motive, Wade wasn't going to explain it. "Perfect. Give me... hmmm..." he looks at the phone and then again at 'Shani' "a week. And then we'll see about what I have and what you can do."     He tucks the phone away again and offers a hand to the woman. "I look forward to seeing what you have to offer and after. If all goes smoothly, we'll introduce you to the rest of the team and we can get to righting a wrong that's long overdue."     There is something more behind that statement but whatever it happens to be, that's something he is keeping -very- close to the chest. Even the rest of the team doesn't know what he knowns at this time.
Mystique	Mystique already figured the whole pose was for a picture, and what it might be for she really didn't care. Shifting her hands back to more normal positions, she accepts his to shake. "One final thing, which I hope you're okay with," she says as she steps back. "You, maybe Clarice, the only two who know who Shani really is. It's not a good idea for the others, no matter how much trust you may have, to know. One telepath, that's all it would take to destroy everything." Her body shimmers back to her beautiful cobalt self and she stretches, as if the changing of shapes effects her muscles in some way... it didn't. "If you decide they need to know, that's your choice to make, it's your team... I'd just rather they didn't." She looks like she was about to say something else when he phone beeped. One, singular little beep. "I'll expect to hear from you in a week or so." Turning now to head toward the door, she pulls her phone out of her pocket... where it might have been through all that shapechanging was a mystery few got to know the answer to.
Wade Wilson	Wade arches a brow. "I mean... I'm not going to say anything. But, you know Cable's a telepath, right?" he asks. "Not a super strong one on account of having to... well, it's not mine to tell, but he's sick and he's using a lot of his mental power to keep from dying so..." He shrugs. "Anyway... just don't give him a reason to go poking around in there and he won't."     He nods to her. "A week it is." As she turns, he pulls off the mask, business concluded. When she pulls out the phone he can't help but smirk as his mind races with the possibilities of what some people can hide in certain places. He himself has hidden away a great many things in a great many places.