DP Road Trip pt 8: Bloody Moira!

[deadpool]

Deadpool was uncharacteristically silent for the entire plane trip from New York to Scotland, and it actually worried William – even though the man continued to profess into his journal that he found the mercenary quite a troublesome employer.

It seemed to him that the mercenary must have been growing something that seemed to resemble compassion, and that the sins of his past had literally shown up to haunt him back there.

He acts like he doesn't care about anyone, and probably succeeds most of the time, but at his heart he can't just stand idly by and watch an innocent suffer... of course, I've been wrong before.

Fortunately, by the time they reached Scotland, and procured a small helicopter to fly over to Muir Island, Deadpool was back in his usual spirits.

“I can smell em', Doc, the swords of my ancestors are near!” He shouted over the whir of the helo blades.

William sighed. “Sir, that sentence is completely invalid. My name isn't Doc. You can't smell swords from here, AND they aren't your ancestral blades. They're made from science and technology, probably only a few decades old. If that.”

Deadpool shrugged. “Whatever you say, Doc.” He said, nudging him with an elbow as if he were participating in a practiced lie, and winked.

The helo touched down on the landing pad, and the two worked their way out. Deadpool was strolling up to the castle, but no doubt was there that the people inside could have seen them coming a mile away. The mercenary had on a Kilt over his leather armor, and wore Woad on his face mask. On his back was a great Scottish zweihander.

[moira]

The copter outside the window did indeed catch the attention of everyone inside, and Dr. McTaggart swiftly exited the building towards it as it landed and out stepped the strangest looking form she could imagine. Kilted, blue, and carrying a rather large sword, was an otherwise red and black armored man.

Her eyebrows pulled together as she looked from him to the butler, and back again. "Can I help ye?" she finally asked, dirrecting her attention to the sane-looking one.

[deadpool]

William sighed regrettably, and shrugged. He hitched a thumb at Deadpool, indicating him as the one in charge.

“Whoa whoa whoa, toots, don’t talk to the help.” Deadpool said, spreading his arms. “Deadpool is here, and ready to do some business.”

He took a few steps towards her, and bowed deeply. “I’ve come looking for some lost artifacts of mine, and while here, I figured you’d be happy to give me a tour of the place. So how are the wife and kids?”

[Admin]

"The wife and kids? Are ye insane man?" She looked him up and down again before deciding that yes, he most likely was. It would explain the get-up at least.

She held her hands out as if to stop him from coming any further. "Well, Mr Deadpool, I am Dr. McTaggart, and unfortunatly I cannot give ye a tour of the facility. Clearance levels and the like," she waved one of her hands as if it were all explainable through that one phrase, and kept the other out in front of her to ward him off. "What artifacts might ye be looking for, though?"

[deadpool]

"Security levels!?" Deadpool exclaimed, "Why, I think I've got just the trick."

He started digging into his pockets, beneath the kilt.

"hmm... see, I used to be a top-ranking US Special Agent, and have this all time security clearance card..." He continues to dig. "Damn. Nope, nothin' - must of left it in my other leathers. Ah well, I'll have to take you up on the tour sometime later."

He took a step back, examining the place from side to side.

"Nice castle, though - bloody brilliant. Oh! right, what I'm looking for. Well, basically I'm looking for -"

He was interrupted by a buzzing in his other pocket, and the sort of crackley music that comes from a ring tone: Dirty Deeds! Done dirt cheap! Dirty Deeds, and they're done dirt cheap! ...

He reached into his pocket, and held up a hand to stall Moira, answering the phone.

"Hello? ... Oh! Hey Sheila! Huh? No... no... OH no way! He did? Oh that silly rascal! I always said he'd be the first to pull a - ... ohh... OooHhhhhhhh... OH man. I'm so sorry. It crushed his - Ooohhh, ouch. Will he ever be able to... no? Youch. Double sorry. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay, well - keep me updated. The casserole? Hell yeah! It was delicious, thank you! Okay. Byebye."

He then turned to look back at Moira.

"Okay, sorry about that. One of the girls from the bridge club... alright, where were we? Yes. The swords. I'm missing two swords - japanese style. I was told they could be here."

[moira]

"You were told that two japanese swords would be on a remote island of Scotland in a laboratory that resembles a castle?" She quirked an eyebrow up, hoping he would re-examine his own quest for a moment, as it seemed rather silly. "Who in bloody hell told you that?"

And then Moira realized that she hadn't actually answered his question, and he would probably stick around demanding that she give him a tour of the labs if he thought there were any possible shred of a chance that his swords were inside.

"As for your swords, I' m afraid we haven't seen them. We're mostly in the buisness of needles and blood. Actually, if you wouldn't mind leaving us with a sample..." She stuck her hand into the large pocket of her lab coat and pulled out a needle, some cotton, a small squeeze bottle of alcohol, and a vial with a rubber cap, then smiled at him like a rather mad scientist.

Well, he wasn't the only one that was slightly mad.

[deadpool]

“A blood sample?” He asked, thinking. “How about a trade, good Doctor? You let me look around a bit – non sensitive areas of course – and I give you some of the grooviest blood on the Earth. It won't take long for me to get the sense of whether or not my blades are in there.”

He then seemed to think a minute, and snapped his fingers.

“Also, I may have a puzzle for you to solve. A real challenge, actually.”

[moira]

"A trade sounds fair," she replied with a smile, and put her things back in her pocket, patting them affectionately. Afterall, it *probably* wouldn't hurt anything to have him poking around the non-secure areas of the island and labs, but if he tried to go into the genetics room, she'd probably have to stab him in the throat with a needle. Couldn't have any blue weirdos ruining her tests now.

"Follow me," she said and motioned them both along, listening as she walked to his proposal. "A challenge, ye say? What sort of puzzle might this be?"

[deadpool]

Deadpool studied the moment a bit longer before falling in next to her to begin the tour.

She had that willing-to-stab-you-in-the-throat-with-a-needle look in her eye that he found attractive in a woman. She was definately a firey Scottish babe.

"Alright, Doc, here's the scoop: I was part of this program called Weapon X. It was basically a little gig run by that William Stryker - you know that guy from X2? Yeah, he ran this project where basically he took a bunch of Wolverine's DNA and tried to give people renegerative properties... I'm the only one it worked on, but I had this horrible Skin Cancer - kinda fought each other off."

He looked over at her.

"So here's the deal..." He raised a part of his sleeve, showing her the scabberous skin beneath. "It essentially left my skin all looking like ground chuck. I'm proposing a challenge to you to see what you can do to give me back my dashing good looks."

[moira]

Moira had, in fact, heard of the Weapon X program, through her contact with Charles. She was also familiar with Wolverine, having obtained a blood sample from the Institute when he'd first arrived. Jean had been doing all the major medical "stuff" then, but Moira had taken over much of it since. Especially when it came to the blood.

Looking down at his arm, she grabbed his wrist and held it up in the light to study it a bit more. "Hmmm, interesting. And do you recieve periodic boosters of his healing gene, or its lasted this long on its own?" She turned his arm over, probably putting him in a rather uncomfortable possition as she twisted it around.

"Let me get a sample and run some tests and I'll see what I can do."

If he wasn't taking boosters of the stuff, then Stryker had managed to find some way to make it last, or perhaps it was the fact that the gene was regenerative that made it last. This might solve two problems at once, with Lar's current predicament. Of course, who knew if the Wolverine would let her take his blood too.

[deadpool]

“Its totally permanent from what I can tell. Though I do on occasion use booster seats...” He replied, a puzzled look on his mask, then he held up his hands. “Though hold on just a Albuquerque second there, sweet stuff. The deal is needles for a tour. So you get some blood, I get a tour, and you possibly try to fix my skin. Right?”

This chick was a straight up blood-freak. He could see the look in her eye... the one that demanded a blood sacrifice to her science gods. It was remarkably beautiful and astoundingly frightening at the same time.

There was one thing Deadpool knew for certain... he'd never cross Moira McTaggart's path unless he really really really needed too again.

Unless she could give him his looks back. Then maybe.

Or if, you know, she wanted to date or something.

Just saying.

Ahem.

[moira]

Totally permanent, very interesting. Moira let go of his arm and let him pull the sleeve back down. "Right, tour first, then blood, and if you leave me some way to contact you I will let you know about the skin thing as soon as I can." She motioned him to follow and led him inside the castle laboratory.

There really wasn't much as far as the low-security area's went, but most of them had windows looking into the labs, so it wasn't just a tour of empty hallways and lobbies. Her hand was inside her lab coat pocket for most of the tour, ready to yank out the needle and take her sample when the tour was done.

[deadpool]

Deadpool took the tour, trying not to seem too bored. Things were definitely pretty up and up here, and after about twenty minutes in, he realized his swords weren’t there. He could never quite define how he knew, but he just knew.

So when they returned back to the airpad, he seemed slightly less happy. He carefully pulled his kilt off, folded it, and set it at Moira’s feet. Then he drew the Zweihander and shoved it into the stone, next to the kilt. It stood, hilt up, six feet of weaponey goodness. Finally, he pulled his woad-covered mask off. Beneath it was another mask, this one without the woad.

He propped the mask on the hilt of the sword.

“Gifts for you… to remember me by. No, no – take them. I want you to ever remember me. And freedom.” He nodded to her affectionately.

Finally he opened a small patch in his outfit on his bicep, and showed some exposed skin. “Take your blood, Doctor Frankenstein.”

As she went to draw the blood, he put in her coat pocket a small black card with a semblance of his face mask on it.



On the back, scribbled in pen, was an email address: Deadpool@Bea_Arthur.com

“Just contact me with anything else you’d need. Also, if you ever need the services of a merc, I’m one of the best. I can email you my resume.”

[moira]

Moira watched his little show with her fingers already curling around the syringe in her pocket. He better not back out of their deal, and if he did, she'd damn well lunge at him. But she didn't have that chance as he removed the patch and held out his arm to her.

Jumping on the opportunity, Moira grabbed out her alcohol bottle and cotton, swabbed the spot, and ever-so-delicately jabbed the needle in. It was impossible to see veins, but she could do this in her sleep during a nightmare, and she had a full 5cc of blood in seconds.

"Alright, I'll contact ye the moment I find something," she said, and gave him a look at the mercinary comment. "Uh, yes. If I'm ever in need of those services, I'll be sure to let ye know." She nodded and waved to William with another 'I'm sorry you have to put up with him' smile before turning around and nearly running back into the safe and sterile labs, to start her genetic defragging of his DNA.