Owner	Pose
Kwannon	It was less than an hour for the unlikely trio to end up at an abandoned warehouse. The high windows were boarded up or blacked out with paint, despite the fact they were too high to see inside as they were set on the 2nd floor level. The warehouse itself was mostly a single large area, though there was a small staircase and a few upstairs offices on the opposite side of the interior from the main door. A few sliding doors were secured with heavy locks. Not that it mattered if someone had gotten in. There was nothing inside except for some stacks of pallets and wooden crates. The crates were empty but still sitting around in the thick layer of dust that coated the place. The upstairs office was neat and tidy though. A few chairs inside and that was about it. No dust though. Also no electronic devices, tvs or the like to keep people occupied while waiting. Kwannon had made contact with the Yakuza. Arrangements were made for them to meet when it was convenient. Not by phone or anything traceable. Telepathy was a wonderful gift and it allowed her to relay all the information in pretty quick time. The lack of entertainment had a down side. It meant she was there alone with Wade and Phil for a time. Which may be more than her patience could bear. Though she had, on the way there, taken the time to duck into a store and get some fresh pants for Phil. Because she was /not/ going to smell him for longer than necessary. She even got some soap and he'd be able to wash up in the restroom that adjoined the office. The one with no windows, unlike the downstairs option. She glanced to them after finishing her telepathic conference. "We will be here for some time."
Wade Wilson	Phil, for his part, was grateful for the new pants. They didn't match his suit, since they were just sweat pants... but at least they were clean. Then when Kwannon said they'd be there for a time he seemed to relax a little. Though he did suggest, "If you have a laptop on you, miss. I could probably get the money together to repay them. Though I wouldn't be able to pay Mr. Wilson. I could perhaps... manage a little extra something for yourself. If you found it in your heart to protect me from him."     As he said that he gave a small smile, polite and hopefully. Because for the last five minutes Wade was not in that office, instead he was downstairs. And he wasn't listening to them, that much was obvious.     Since he was shouting and enjoying the sound of his own voice bouncing off the walls. "Hellloooooooo!"     And the walls obliged, bouncing back to him, vibrating and resonating nicely as the high ceiling and the corners of the warehouse sent the sounds back.     "Echo!" Echo-echo-echo.     "Now batting for the Blue Jays, Number 69. Wade Winston Wilson. Out of Ontario."     Then he could be heard walking along the floor, footsteps clomp-clomp-clomping until he's in view of the office itself.     "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard! And they're like it's better than yours!"     He turns, "Hey guys this is pretty great. You should come try this."     But Phil, restrained in his chair and looking so very pained tells her. "Please. He's a lunatic miss. I'm just asking for a little help."
Kwannon	Listening to the sounds for Wade out in the warehouse, Kwannon continued to stand where she had been. She still had the hood and mask in place because Phil didn't need to see her. Neither did Wade but she had the feeling she was going to be stuck with him for five days. Then Wade arrived and continued his antics though she wasn't sure what a milkshake had to do with anything. "No, thank you." So polite as she declined Wade's offer. Then she looked back over to Phil. "A 'little' extra something? If you want to be protected from him, the fee is forty thousand dollars." Before he thought she was talking yen or pesos or something. That would give her 20K in her pocket and pay off Wade which would mean he'd have no reason to be after Phil anymore, thus he'd be protected. She somehow suspected he wasn't going to agree to her 'little' something extra. "Because you see, I do not care if you live or die. You are a paycheck. You are only alive because the lunatic, as you call him, chose to give you more time to pay him. I would suggest focusing on that charity."
Wade Wilson	Phil did not take her up on the offer.     So when Wade was thumping up the stairs, his boots clanking on the metal steps, the man who owed him money was looking very very down. "This place could be better, maybe a water slide would liven things up but. Yeah. So." He slaps his gloved hands together and rubs them, then looks over at Kwannon.     "We have any menus for the local delivery places? I'm thinking Greek food." His white eyelets widen as he looks between the two of them then sweeps into the office. "You like Greek food?"     He first asks it of Phil, then turns to Kwannon. "You like Greek food? Cool, cool. We'll do Greek. I've had this hankering for chicken souvlaki for the last week that's been killing me."     Then he points at Phil, "And, it's good for your diabetes, Phil."     That said he drops into one of the few remaining office chairs and then slooowly drifts backwards as it rolls along the floor, turning him to the side as he lets it do as it will. "Whoa. Don't think this building is up to code."
Kwannon	Kwannon was still standing. She hadn't bothered to sit yet. Though Phil was tied up quite well, she just was not as relaxed as she might have been. Wonder why? And on cue, in comes Wade talking about ordering food. "That does not seem wise. This place is a safehouse. It is meant to be used to stay out of the public eye. Inviting a person to deliver food seems counter intuitive." Though she does glance over at Wade. "You could go get something. Bring it back. We will be here waiting when you return. Though I have never had Greek food, I am willing to try it."
Wade Wilson	"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you..."     Wade's chair slooowly rotates around until his back is to her. Then he puts his feet down and shimmy-shimmy-shimmy steps around, the tip toes of his boots catching the floor just barely and helping him twist until he ends up around facing her. "I'm onto your scheme."     He lifts a hand and points at her, "You'd wait til I'm off getting food and then voila, in sweeps the Yakuza parachute team and help you spirit Phil away never to be seen from ever again."     He hops up out of the chair, then looks over at the door downstairs before looking back at Kwannon. "Or we could do Grubhub?"     As he says that he reaches a hand back to the rear of his mask and digs around, "Alright, you might want to look away. This is not for the faint of heart." And as he says that there's the whir of a zipper and he pulls off the mask!     Revealing a rather unfortunate face as he takes deep breaths, "Oh man, fresh air. So nice." His features are twisted, red and white with scar tissue all over his face. Though he has... very lovely blue eyes. Taking a few deep breaths he shakes his head and holds up a hand in Kwannon's direction.     "Trust me." He walks back over and grabs the chair and slides it around, "Better we do this now than when food arrives."
Kwannon	As he does his shimmy steps to get turned around, Kwannon watches him in rapt fascination. He was so...odd! She had spent her life around criminals and miscreants. From childhood, since her parents worked for the crime family. She had seen other people of course, that lived normal lives. Dealt with them as needed though not socially. And now, thanks to the events of a few years ago, she had some strange memories in her head of what it was like to live normally. Wade was not normal. Not in any way she had encountered nor in those memories she had obtained. He was so animated and spontaneous. It was an oddity for Kwannon. "Grubhub?" Which was not her agreeing but trying to understand what he was suggesting. Then he suggested looking away as he was reaching for his mask. Kwannon did not look away. Nor did there seem to be a reaction from her once his face was revealed. Immediately, she was trying to guess what had happened to cause all those scars. She'd seen burns and it wasn't the same. Though if he had expected horror or her recoiling from him, he would be disappointed. "I do not see why it would matter if it was then or now." Which may give him some insight that she was a little different than the average person as well.
Wade Wilson	"Hnh,"     Wade stands there, though Phil did indeed turn his eyes away. That look of disgust was hard to hide but at least he hid it from Wade. But Deadpool just looked her way for a little bit, "GrubHub, they deliver food. You pick what you want off a menu and then a bunch of people with a car and a cellphone fight over who gets to deliver your food. Sometimes you even get what you ask for, though it's kinda rare."     He moves around the room and starts to gather up the chairs, sliding them across the floor with their old wheels squeaking as they roll. He sets two facing each other and sits back down in one, then props his boots up in the other.     "Ah hah. Mega-Chair." His invention.     "You know if we're gonna be stuck here for five days it's going to be slow-going. We'll need to figure out some games to play. How about, 'I spy with my little eye something made of wood.' No fair guessing it's a crate..."     He pauses for a moment, "Ok it's a crate." Since it's the only thing made out of wood in line of sight.
Kwannon	"The only other guess would be a pallet but I believe they are under the office area," Kwannon adds. Although why was she even encouraging this? She should just say nothing. Go back to standing at the windows of the office looking out over that empty interior. How much time had passed? A minute? Three? She looked back to the man in the Mega-Chair. "Again, we do not need to have deliveries made." Then she considers. "Though this site will be abandoned in the future once our business is done." So did it matter if it was compromised? No paper trail would lead back to her or the Yakuza. "You may order if you insist." Not that she was asking him to. Though she felt she should clarify. "This is not where I stay. Once our business with Phil is completed, you truly can go. I will give you information to contact me. I will give you Phil's information as well. You will find him again." Still trying to get out of that five-day-companion situation.
Wade Wilson	"Alright, Greek food then. Phil you in? Baklava?" He looks over at Kwannon, "Baklava? It's delicious, tell me you've never had baklava before..." As he rises up out of Mega-Chair and touches a hand over his heart as he begins to sing, "So I can show you the wooorrrlld."     Just that one bar before he digs into his back pocket for his cellphone. Which is when he places the order...
Kwannon	Some time later... Kwannon leaned back in her chair, eyeing the small container she still held in her left hand. In her right was the fork she'd been using to eat the baklava without getting the honey goodness all over herself. "This is...satisfactory." Considering she'd eaten over half of it and at first bite there had been an 'mmm' of happiness, it seemed she was choosing her terms to be less honest than they should be. When they ate, she had taken down her mask. Thinking about it, Wade was probably going to be around for five days, or however long Phil took. She hoped it was less. So he was going to see her face anyway. And Phil? She could play his mind like an instrument so she could simply erase the memory of her face. Simple.
Wade Wilson	Phil had his own souvlaki skewers that were empty and his own tzatziki sauce, though he did not get any of the baklava. Because, as Deadpool said, "Baklava is for earners, Phil."     Though now it was getting fairly late and they had eaten in a sort of semi-comfortable ease. Not quiet, of course, for Wade had gone on at times and at length about the many facets of various songs that were now apparently stuck in his head. Something about a man named Gaston, Hellfire, and how things were better under the ocean? Though he never lingered on any one thing.     Late enough that Phil had fallen asleep, though at his height of stress it was surprising it wasn't sooner. He must have been physically and mentally exhausted. Which left the two mercenaries to talk.     Mega-Chair had been abandoned, Wade was leaning against the wall now with his hands on his full belly as he groaned. "Oh man that was good." He tossed the empty plate of skewers to the side. "I'm gonna have to let my suit out for my gigantic belleh."     "Phew." He says, then looks across the way at the snoozing Phil. "Aww, they're so cute at that age. Like. 47 I think? 48? Poor lil fella."
Kwannon	"I am surprised he did not collapse earlier," Kwannon admitted, eyeing the sleeping man a moment. She finally put aside the remainder of her baklava, closing the lid on the container to keep it safe. It was placed on the window ledge for safe keeping. "Though now that he is sleeping, I have a question." She had lots of questions. She simply was choosing only one of them to give voice to. "Why did you let him live? You could have had your money. You could already be on your way. You do jobs for money that are likely unsavory, I believe? Why this choice?"
Wade Wilson	"Phil?" Wade asks her as he shoots a glance over yonder, then shakes his head. He lifts a hand and waves it, turning his scarred features to the side to consider the dozing weaselly business man who tried to scam him of 20K. "Don't tell him I said so, but he's an alright sort. I mean, once you know him. He's a snakey lil fella, and will try to schmooze his way out of anything. And never do actual business with him, man he'll embezzle the pants right off you."     Though at that he pauses and tilts his head to look across the way at her, looks her up and down, then says nothing. Though he does smile a little to himself. "But once you know a snake is a snake right? Can you fault a snake for being a snake? Nah not really. Though yeah he owes me 20 large, and I intend to get it. That's more for form's sake than anything."     He scritches the back of his bare scalp with one hand.     "Now, if I knew hanging out with Phillyboy would put me in the orbit of a crazy hot ninja gal, then heck. I woulda come knockin' way earlier."
Kwannon	"You presume I am a ninja. Because of the mask?" Since the leotard outfit was not even close to what ninja are depicted as wearing. That was more the joke of the pajamas, which they were not but of course people simplified things for humor. She considered Phil and the explanation about him. It was odd to think this mercenary, as she was believing he must be from what Phil's memories showed, was potentially a nice person in there somewhere. A chatterbox, most definitely. The man seemed to love the sound of his own voice. It was as though silence was his nemesis. "We would not have met sooner though. I was not given this task until yesterday. I would simply arrived, found he had no money, and taken his head to return." It was probably for the best Phil was asleep. He didn't need a reminder of that detail. Though it was still a possibility if he didn't come up with the money for Wade. Though, he seemed to like his guns. Despite how well he had handled the blade back on that rooftop. "You are a mercenary, yes?"
Wade Wilson	"More a vibe thing, you have a Ninjish feeling about you. Quiet, calm, controlled, sneaky, sharp, slicey-dicey. Though you also have a little bit of the..." He holds up a hand as he reclines against the wall, sprawling his legs out as if he was going to bed down right there. "Haughty teacher vibe, combined with a little Naughty Librarian tilt to it. Could be the monotone way you speak, or just maybe I had an interesting school experience."     He reeeaches over and grabs his combat harness, twisting the swords around to make a makeshift head support, far from a pillow. He lies back, however, fingers laced behind his head as he settles in.     He ignores a bit of what she says, about the not meeting earlier, which he waves off with one hand, as if it was a matter of pre-destiny and adds a little, 'pssht' of sound to dismiss it.     But then she asks him about being a mercenary. "Pretty much. Mostly. Depends on the job. And my mood. And the zodiac readings I do each weekend on Sundays. Tell your fortune, only twenty bucks."
Kwannon	At least she had figured that out correctly. She was curious what level of jobs he took. Though he hadn't blinked an eye at the fact she was going to kill Phil if it came to that. Thus, he was no angel. Maybe it wasn't his bread and butter but he had no qualms about someone ending up dead. It was something interesting to encounter. It wasn't like one often ran into another mercenary on a rooftop. Though, she wasn't exactly a mercenary. Though, with taking time away from her usual criminal employer, it might be a way to add to her money. Keep things comfortable without dipping into savings. "You are a very strange man." And there it was. Out on the table. "I am not sure what naughty teacher or librarian has to do with me at all thus I agree it must be your upbringing. Your focus seems to be lacking and you feel the need to speak constantly. I have never met someone whose mind is so busy. It is interesting."
Wade Wilson	"Remind me later, I have some videos I'll show you." Wade settles back, hands behind his head, closing his eyes. "You get first watch. Careful of Phil, he has night terrors. Screams in the middle of the night about wanting Scott Baio to be in charge of him. Disconcerting in a man his age."     That having been said he crosses his feet at the ankles and relaxes with his eyes closed. But then his head pops up as he looks sidelong, "Oh and hey, please don't stab me. There's a dear. Thanks!" The way he says 'thanks' has a weird lilt at the end as it slides up a register.     But then back to the sleeps.
Kwannon	He was actually going to sleep? Kwannon stared at him a long moment but said nothing more in response. She wasn't sure /what/ to say in all honesty. He had no reason to trust her not to stab him. She could do so, take Phil, get her money and he'd be having to track the man back down. But she'd made a deal. And she wasn't going to dishonor that. Thus she shook her head, vowing to not watch any videos the man gave her--ever, and she went back to waiting for the Yakuza's arrival. While everyone else slept.