Owner	Pose
Wade Wilson	"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick." "The one that makes me scream", she said. "The one that makes me laugh", she said.     On the rooftop settled on a heavy air conditioner music plays from a tinny speaker as a phone lies beside it. That phone flashes with activity on the screen as a tiny boom box on the display plays the song though with a few cracks and pops. A little blurb on the screen also asks with an overly-friendly smiley face, 'Hi, would you like to upgrade to a full account!'     Though for now that question, important as it is, goes unanswered.     Instead the owner of the phone, one Wade Wilson, walks around the edge of the air conditioner as he steps over toward a man who has /somehow/ gotten himself duct-taped to a water tower upside down. "You ever get one of these things?" He scoops up the really rather crummy speaker off the air conditioner and shakes it, then his phone, even as the song continues though now a little muffled by his gloved hand.     "Super cheap, made in China I think. Oh nope, I'm wrong." He flips it over, "Taiwan. Oops! Shouldn't have said that, there go all the sponsors. Oh well."     "So hey, Phil." He leans against the support strut of that water tower, underneath apparently a man named Phil whose blood has all rushed to his head as he hangs there. His business suit is taped to the tower, so /many/ strips of duct tape applied to get him up there, and one last one reserved for his mouth.     "I bet you're wondering what I want, and right now I can tell you. A better speaker, that's for sure. I'd use ear buds, but then I couldn't hear you and this would take even longer."     He casually rips the tape off the man's mouth, which has the man suddenly scrambling to tell Wade his side of things.     "Mr. Wilson, I'm telling you the truth, I had nothing to do with it. The Norcom Corporation is notoriously stingy with their..."     "Ah-ah-ah!" Deadpool covers the man's mouth with a fingertip, his white eyelets widening a little as the mask crinkles just right to imply a smile. "Norcom Corporation didn't hire me, lil fella. You did. We had a deal and." He casually swipes over the front of his phone and says, "You owe me 20 grand. We had an agreement and. HOLY SHIT!"     He turns and shoves the phone in the man's face, "Have you seen Robert Smith these days? Holy Fucknuggets, that dude... that dude has lived a hard life. But fuck..." He turns the phone around to look at it.     "You know, fuck it, I'm changing my opinion. Guy is how old? Still singing. Good for him!"     "Mr. Wilson, I just want to-"     "I said GOOD FOR HIM! Cheer Robert Smith on with me, Phil!" And as he says that a pistol comes from its holster with the hammer thumbed back under poor Phil's nose.
Kwannon	There was a hint of sound. Just that moment that might let him know they weren't alone. And should he turn, he would see her standing there upon the HVAC unit not far from the duo. She was dressed in all black. Yet, the outfit seemed to show a lot as it was simply a leotard with high cut legs, coming up to a high neck but styled to leave the shoulders bare. There were elbow length gloves and thigh high boots though they fit like a second skin. A few bands decorated her thighs and upper arms. And at the waist was a red sash. She had a hood on her head, pulled up and forward, a piece of cloth hiding the bottom half of her face. This left her dark eyes, almond shaped and with that slight Japanese tilt to them, visible. Over each shoulder, the hilt of a katana was visible at a slight angle. The ends of the sheaths could be seen to either side of her waist. She didn't speak. Simply remained there, a moment. The fact that he had a gun seemed of no concern. She flicked her gaze from Wade to Phil. "This is most...unusual," she finally said in a Japanese accent, with a hint of something else though it would be impossible to tell from those few words. She hopped off the HVAC and landed on the roof, eyes going back to Wade.
Wade Wilson	Quietly, unmindful of the arrival of the other figure at first, Phil murmurs, "Yay Robert Smith?"     But the pistol then settles against his lips. "Shh, Phil. Can't you sense the dramatic tension in the air? As two wild cards against the world meet and have to measure each other's worth in a quiet gunslinger-like moment of inspection." Wade turns slowly, head shifting around to leisurely bring his white eyelets in line with the masked figure. His 'lips' tighten into a thin line that's barely perceived in the slight wrinkle in his mask. And then those eyelets narrow into... into a squint? Strange.     Then with a gravelly voice, Wade says. "This is very unusual. Little lady." His voice so very husky and dramatic. Then he gestures, "I suggest you keep on moseyin'. This taint," A quick aside to himself as he says to the side, 'tee hee' then continues. "None of your concern."     Though there's one other thing that might be unusual for the telepathic ninja. And that's this man in front of her... his thoughts are wild and rapid-fire, presenting not an easily discernible picture at all.     Phil though? His thoughts are pretty clear. Worrying if he's going to get away, get to go back to his hotel, to feed the goldfish he got from Coney Island the other day. Also that he can't feel his feet.     Which he says.     "I can't feel my feet, Mr. Wilson."     "Shut up, Phil that's just the type two diabetes talking. Eat more salads." Wade snaps over his shoulder in a tone that is entirely unlike that raw business-like growly tone he used moments ago.
Kwannon	She continued to stand there. If not for the fluttering of that sash in the light breeze, one might think she was a statue. Her eyes were fully on the man who was /not/ duct taped. He was also the one with the gun. That made him the potential threat. But Kwannon was now very confused. She had tried to touch on his mind, to find out his purpose and who had sent him. Certainly, she had overheard, yet there was more to the story. Only, it was impossible to get the story. The man's mind was a racetrack that went in a dozen different directions at the speed of a rocket blasting off to space. Outwardly, she blinked. That was her only physical reaction. She tried to push a little further in, to see if she'd be able to get past all the noise. Even as she addressed his words to her. Quiet gunslinger-like moment. He was acting like this was a cowboy movie?! That would explain the voice, which did not match his usual speaking tone. "You presume to know what my business is when you do not. Complete your business. I will wait." Which as being very nice of her, all things told. Kwannon pushed a bit more on Phil's mind, digging in deeper to confirm who he was and his business dealings that had led to this moment.
Wade Wilson	The paths through Phil's mind were much more direct. He was frantic, frightened, terrified. He was entirely guilty of... not wanting to pay this man, Deadpool? Wade? Wade Wilson. That was his name. He had used this man's services...     There's a flash of a memory of a dingy bar, dirty looking men and women drinking and laughing or brooding in the background. A rather frank discussion about some sort of illegal dumping of toxic waste in Jersey, which for some reason made this Wade guy laugh in that moment. Though it was hard to recall what exactly was said. Something about securing a promotion, negotiation, threats, ending with Phil Washowski becoming a VP of... Marketing for Northcomm?     And he did, the other guy dropped out. But then it came down to having to pay a Toshiro Takahashi who was... ah, Yakuza. That she could recognize those signs. So he had to choose whether to pay back the Yakuza, or this Deadpool.     And that was why he was hanging upside down.     "Oh, you'll wait. Very kind of you." He taps the pistol against his chin, "I mean, I probably wouldn't give you the same deal. Though..." The side of his mask twists, "You do look like you're worth waiting for. What with your leotard hotness and ninja nastiness. Nice look. Familiar."     Then his shoulders lift, "But then again, ninjas huh? Hah!"     He spins away. "Where were we Phil?"     "I was... I was telling you." The pistol takes aim, and then suddenly there's a rush of dark coloration to the man's business suit right around the groinocological area as he squawks in fear. "I... I mean I was about to pay you your money."     "Hah, bet you can feel your legs now, Mr. Sloshy." The pistol is holstered abruptly, safety flipped and then he walks over with a knife sliding from its sheath with a steely whisper. "Phew, man. Phil. Less iron in your diet, buddy." He slices the man's right arm free and pushes the phone into his hand. "Gimme the venmo, Phillyboy. Or you know, however you shady business types transfer large amounts of money. And no... you know, sneakiness. Or stabby stab."
Kwannon	Perhaps another person would attempt to engage him in conversation. Kwannon does not. She remains there, continuing to watch intently. The mind of Phil was a treasure trove of information. From his hiring Wade Wilson, who was apparently this person in the red and black suit, to advance his career. But he only had so much money. The amount he owed Wade was what he owed the Yakuza. Seemed Phil had himself in quite the predicament. Even with the mask, there is no mistaking the distaste on her face as Phil has his little accident. Kwannon shook her head slightly and moved to stand over to the side, close enough to watch the show but definitely upwind now. But she was keeping very careful tabs on Phil's mind, while blocking out Wade's entirely. It was interesting because when his mind was blocked away, it was so much white noise. Not quite the intrusiveness of people's thoughts normally in this proximity.
Wade Wilson	In poor Phil's thoughts she'll pick up the agonizing way he is trying to figure out a way past this, some way he can just get out of Deadpool's path. There are images in his mind of the Yakuza, three burly men known as the Brothers of Agony, the stern glower of Mr. Takahashi... and the imagined ways they would harm him.     Then another set of images flit through his mind, the very real way he saw this Deadpool person twisting through the air as he leapt across a room and almost casually threw a knife into the throat of an assassin that was coming to kill poor Phil. And then there was the sword-work he used to dispatch the other, a man who was dressed like a samurai only his head was shaved and he had a scar across his face. The Grim Talon of the Tiger had been his name and his swordplay was classical, perfect, exceptional. And this Wade Wilson had... beat him. With such outlandish movements, wild twisting whirls of blade and footwork. He had leapt into the air, slashed the blade around slicing the man's wrist off, then landed with the blade at the man's throat...     And tweaked his nose before rising up and apparently letting him live.     Which that image had cemented the decision. No perfidy by Phil. He sends the money. He'll just have to...     Phil gulps softly as he types on the phone.     Get another 20k in three days. He's been under tougher deadlines.     Though all this time Kwannon might realize...     Wade's been talking to her. "So I like the look, black is classic. It's iconic. I have a suit that's black too, but I use it during those times when I'm trying to take a swing at drama. Not like I'll get an Oscar ever. But you know, swing for the fences like my Aunt Petunia used to say. Yancy Street Represent, yo."
Kwannon	That wouldn't do at all. Kwannon continued to monitor Phil's mind even as she realized Wade was prattling on about something. She glanced over at him, considering the words that seemed to run out of his mouth non stop. Did he have an off switch? Other than perhaps killing him. That was not something she generally did unless there was money in it. "Stop." And when she realized that might not be clear, she added, "Both of you." She looked to Wade even as she made sure Phil was not continuing with that transfer. To be certain, she reached into his mind to take control of his muscles. One moment his fingers would be moving, the next he couldn't move them no matter how hard he was trying. Mr. Wilson," she addressed Wade directly. "You seem to have some sense of honor." At least, he had let that assassin live for some reason. Kwannon thought him crazy to do so but it was good the Grim Talon's artistry would live on. Once he recovered. "Will you give this man a little more time on his debt to you?"
Wade Wilson	Wade stops in mid sentence, holding a finger up as he had been going on about the use of a proper color palette to get the most utility out of your wardrobe choices though she had him. Silent. For about ten seconds.     Phil looked up as he stopped entering the data into the phone, about to click send on the mail he had been composing. He looked at Kwannon, then back to Wade, then back to Kwannon.     Then her ten seconds were up. "No idea where you get that idea, Ninjette. Ask anyone, I am all about the Benjamins. You all. Do you know what I am saying?" But he seems curious as he tilts his head, those white eyelets widening a little before he looks over his shoulder at Phil, then like Phil they're both looking back at her.     "But, I mean, he's right here. Why should I give him more time."     A pause, then he adds, "Oh wait. You're on the trail of the man who killed your master and he's the only one who can help you find him?"
Kwannon	"What?" To say Wade was unusual was an understatement. For someone that has never dealt with a person like him? It was a horrible blend of frustrating and fascinating. Sort of like a car accident that made one late for work. It was annoying to be late--but gawking owlishly at the situation was appealing it its way. Then she caught on to the reference and stared at Wade in silence for about three seconds. She was afraid to go longer or he might start talking again. "Is this how your brain works?" She knew not to try to peek again. It definitely worked this was. Like trying to follow a single string of spaghetti in a boiling pot of water. "If that is your choice, he may continue payment to you. Though he has other debts owed."
Wade Wilson	"I." Wade stops and holds his hands up beside his cheeks as if he in turn was puzzled by the person before him as he says, "Gotta be honest here, I'm feeling a teensy little bit judged here. And maybe a little bit attacked."     There's a pause, then he adds. "But yes." This is how his brain works.     Then he jerks a thumb over his shoulder, "Look, he's..." He turns and motions with both hands open right at the still bound Phil, "Right /there/, if I let him go and he doesn't pay me I'm gonna have to chase him down all over again and time is money. Also I'd have to refill my Metrocard and you know what kind of hassle that is? You can only pay with quarters and it takes /forever./"     Though behind them Phil raises his voice, "Actually Wade you can use a quickpass to help..."     "Hey, shut it, Peepants!" He points at him, points at the eyelets in his mask, then points at Phil again giving him fair warning. He rounds back on Kwannon and says. "Okay. Okay. I'm a sucker for a beautiful pajama clad babe. If you can give me like... a series of good reasons I should let him go then I'll consider it. Or like one /really/ good one I'll consider it even harder."     Hands resting on his hips, "So lay it on me, Diet Widow."
Kwannon	"Who?" If she kept this up, Kwannon was going to cover the elements of journalism in short order. She already had the What and now the Who was being requested. "Nevermind." She had to get beyond this because if he lost focus again, this may not get resolved to anyone's liking tonight. "I am here to collect the debt he owes someone else. If it is not paid tonight, I am to deliver his head." That might get Phil's attention. Kwannon continues in a conversational tone. "I will get paid, if he pays or not. He only has the money to pay one person." Meaning the ball is in Wade's court. "You will be able to find him easily enough, with my help." For she had already ripped all the places Phil might run out of his head to follow up on if it came to that.
Wade Wilson	"So I'm just supposed to trust you." Wade says as he folds his arms over his chest, rocking back on his heels as he lifts his chin oh so defiantly and filled with so much skepticism. "Just because you are unbelievably hot and I have a thing for ninja girls?"     Shaking his head sadly, Wade seems oh so disappointed that she would think this of him, making soft conversationally dismissive sounds like, 'sha, pffft, shh, hah, tsst, heff, fneh' ending with a /snort/ of derision.     Before he says, "Ok." As chipper as can be.     He turns around, "Lucky day, Phil. No need to pay right now since pretty ninja lady is gonna take you and perhaps your head, try to hide your fear boner. She is a /LADY/." And as he walks across the distance she'll see him with an almost careless abandon tap the bottom of one katana's sheath and flip that sword up and out of it into the air where he catches it and then in the same motion brings it down with a /SHING!/ of steel slicing the duct tape holding him there.     Which frees poor Phil as he shrieks at the sword slash, "AGH!"     Though now Deadpool is leaning in, sticking his masked face right in Phil's and says, "Ok you're free to go with her." Then whispers under his breath in a loud whisper that Kwannon can likely hear.     <<Pssst! Phil. Shame on you. I know you did another pee. So rude!>>     Then he turns and rises up. "Ok Katana Kutie, we are partners now. I'm coming with you to see the dude. Your dude. Forget his name. And you are not losing me until I get my moneys."
Kwannon	She didn't answer. Kwannon felt discretion was the better option as Wade weighed the decision. The simplest? Get his money and let Phil lose his head. Instead, that sense of honor kicked in and he opted to save Phil of the Loose Bladder. She wrinkled her nose slightly in distaste again, visible ever so slightly with that mask in place. "You can escort him then. I would prefer to stay upwind." Because that smell was not pleasant. She never had said the name of who was owed. Phil knew. That was enough. "We will go. Once there, you will transfer the funds to the account given. After, you will be released. And five days from now, you owe Mr. Wilson in full. If you do not, we will find you and I will take your head. Or he will." She gives a faint shrug. Then something occurs to her as she leads the way toward the door to the stairwell, presuming that they weren't going to drop Phil off the side of the building. She looks at Wade and there is a faint glower there. "You intend to follow me for five days? It is unnecessary."
Wade Wilson	"Oh good, I have to wait for my money /and/ carry your luggage." As he says that he is already walking over to Phil and _pulls_ him up off the ground. "C'mon Betsy Wetsy, the woods are lovely, dark and deep. But you have promises to keep. And miles to go before you sleep."     That having been said he pushes Phil on his way toward the door and as he passes by Kwannon he says, "Now don't go thinking you can manipulate me just because you have the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. And don't go thinking you can get me to do what you want by just nibbling gently on the nape of my neck. And then there are my toes, don't even get me started!"     And with that he's into the door and shoving Phil again, "Move it."     Then he yells back up over his shoulder. "I refuse to be manipulated!"     Though clearly it's going to be a long night.
Kwannon	As he goes down the list, after the compliment about her eyes, Kwannon falls into step ahead of the pair. But she feels this urge to just draw her katanas and get rid of them both. Yet, she resists. Not simply because she saw how good Wade was with the blade. She was not one to back down for a good fight. So why put up with all of this? Why did she care if Phil lived through another day? It was just another job, just another life. Yet, she had given that option to the mercenary Wade Wilson and he had chosen life for Phil. Five days. Perhaps in that time she might figure out her own reasons for leaning toward mercy. Her words to Wade before the started down the stairs might be disappointing. "I have no intentions of manipulating you."