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Post by deadpool on Sept 3, 2006 12:33:28 GMT -5
Deadpool chuckled, and shrugged. “I can be, if you want. She was the poo! But I was thinking you would be, and your senses would be the Fox Force Five... I mean, didn't you say they were Mercy's Senses? I hate to be the guesstimator here, but that sort of implies they're based off of your senses.”
He cocked his head as he looked at her, curious as to the potential in this young woman. She'd had a bizarre life, and he definitely felt for her as another reject of experimentation... but there had to be more, there. Why was he going out on a limb like this? Taking on extra baggage? Why did he feel like he knew her from somewhere?
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Post by Mercy on Sept 3, 2006 13:54:23 GMT -5
Mercy went through the bag of clothes Deadpool had brought back from DKNY, seeing what he had bought for her. She would have rather gone in herself, but she couldn't very well go in in a blanket. He had done okay, getting some very odd-looking pieces, but as a whole they were wearable. Though not what Mercy was used to; she had learned very quick that living where she was, she needed to fit in or else be targeted for at the least some harassment. So she'd always worn short skirts, cheap shirts that barely covered what needed covered, the likes. DKNY's one hundred dollar pricetags were a huge step up, and Mercy liked it.
She picked out a tan-colored wrap-around top and a pair of black wide-legged slacks, tossing the blanket off of her. "I'm changing," she announced, then glanced up to the mirror to ensure that neither looked up. She wasn't about to get involved with a couple of perverts. Though she didn't really see the unfairness in announcing that she was nearly naked in the back of their car.
She quickly slid on the slacks and zipped them, then pulled the shirt over her head and tied it around her stomach. "Thanks," she said as she settled back into her seat once more. "I...really appreciate it. I'll pay you back someday."
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Post by deadpool on Sept 3, 2006 14:16:31 GMT -5
Wade had gotten what he thought would look good on Bea Arthur, his ultimate babe, but in Mercy's size. He hoped she liked them, particularly since they weren't the cheapest clothes in the world... made him wonder why he chose this place at all. In fact, come to think of it, he'd never even heard of DKNY before.
Oh well, he didn't turn around when the girl changed. He'd already seen her in some pretty spiff underthings, and she was a certifiable babe, sure, but it would make their business relationship a bit awkward to start sneaking peeks at her goods.
So he turned around when she said she was done, and nodded. She looked good. Cleaner, somehow... not that DP was the kind to judge being a 'ho. After all, a 'ho was basically a sex-mercenary... but she looked so much better as a non-ho, that it just worked really well. The only way she'd look better would be to have some combat fatigues, maybe some guns or something.
“You look sharp, kid. Pay me back whenever - you're considering the merc gig, right? We can call you Mercynary! We'll get some armor for you too, soon, though. Something like mine. But first we're gonna have to get you trained up – I hope you don't mind taking care of all this on the road.”
William was already driving them across town.
“I figure the very first thing we need to work on is your mutant abilities. We're gonna hit up the beach, and see if we can't figure out exactly how these other you's work...”
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Post by Mercy on Sept 3, 2006 14:32:58 GMT -5
"That's armor?" Mercy asked, leaning forward and looking closely at Deadpool's red and black outfit. Weird...
“I figure the very first thing we need to work on is your mutant abilities. We're gonna hit up the beach, and see if we can't figure out exactly how these other you's work...”
"You think putting me around people so they can screw with their heads is the best way to figure out my powers?" Mercy asked dubiously. She couldn't think of another way, but she didn't want to be responsible for hurting more people.
She had calmed down before they'd reached DKNY, and by now, almost all trace that she'd been a hysterical mess before was gone.
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Post by deadpool on Sept 3, 2006 14:47:34 GMT -5
“Well I'm not thinking a GOOD part of the beach, I mean a shit-spot that's vacated. First thing we need to do is see if we can't work these senses into some kind of communication. Maybe if they're willing to talk, we can see what kinda deal we can negotiate. Besides, I got a great bargaining chip for them to want to listen.”
He turned back facing the windshield of the car. The girl was much more rational now. He supposed what had happened to her would unnerve anyone, really. Whole personal history dumped on ya, mutant powers springing up – evil you's popping out of you with scarred up faces. Sure, it sounded like a new Disneyland ride, but it was probably pretty traumatizing.
“As for the outfit – yep, it's armor. It's high-tech stuff. It'll turn most small blades and the kevlar plating will stop some bullets. It's also very flexible and has awesome odor-eater plug ins. Currently I'm wearing 'Peach garden'. Nice, isn't it?”
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Post by Mercy on Sept 3, 2006 15:27:30 GMT -5
If they wanted to talk...Mercy wondered if they even acted human. All she'd seen of them thus far, they'd just stood and stared eerily. Maybe they could talk. The ones with mouths, anyway. When he mentioned his built-in perfume, Mercy realized that she had been smelling that all along, assuming it was an air freshener or something.
"You're very...casual for someone who kills people for a living," she observed somewhat shyly, not wanting to seem rude.
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Post by deadpool on Sept 3, 2006 15:37:05 GMT -5
Deadpool looked stunned. “Whoa whoa whoa! You got me pegged all wrong, kid! I ain't no assassin! I'm a mercenary. There's a difference. I don't kill people for a living, I soldier for a living. Sure, sometimes I'm hired to straight up kill a person or two – yeah, no prob. But usually I'm hired to infiltrate something, to hunt someone down and kidnap them, maybe, - oh – or even to guard something. To protect people, or a place. I'm hired for all kinds of reasons. 'killing people' isn't exactly what I'd say my job description is. That's an assassin.”
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Post by Mercy on Sept 3, 2006 15:44:43 GMT -5
Mercy blinked. "Oh."
"So...If I wanted to be a mercenary, I wouldn't have to kill anyone?" That made the whole thing look a lot different. Even...fun. Mercy looked out the window, seeing that they were close to the beach. She hoped that Deadpool could help her get her Senses under control, and that they wouldn't scare him and William away.
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Post by deadpool on Sept 3, 2006 15:48:12 GMT -5
DP scratched his chin.
"I didn't say that. I just said the job's not entirely about killin'. If you're guarding someone, that usually implies people trying to kill that person, ergo people you'll have to kill instead. In the rough and tumble field of the merc-work, life and death are sprinkled on the battlefield like cookie crumbs from the Blob's fingers."
He regarded her carefully.
"Of course, you can make your own rules. If you don't take hit-jobs, then say you don't take hit-jobs. I'm sure when you figure out more what your powers are good for, you can decide the best kind of jobs to take. Though you'll probably end up takin' a life or two no matter what. Unless, you know, you have some kind of super pacifying beam or something."
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Post by Mercy on Sept 3, 2006 16:10:55 GMT -5
'What are my powers good for?'
"They're good for scaring the shit out of people..." she said remorsefully. "I wonder if that guy's okay." She hoped he hadn't gone insane, picturing the way he'd convulsed on the bed as she looked out the window. The car came to a stop, and Mercy waited for the other two to open their doors before she started to get out as well.
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Post by deadpool on Sept 3, 2006 16:17:40 GMT -5
"Well, that's what we're here to find out." Deadpool said as the three walked over a shoddy stretch of beach. It was definately far away from the ideal beach spots, where people would likely be crowded on the sunny summer day. Of course, there was a possibility of people walking along, but nothing drastic.
"Basically what I want you to try is to summon them, your senses, and see if we can't establish some kind of communication - but give me a second."
He drew out a fragmentation grenade from his side-pack, and closed a fist around it.
By this point they were a good distance from the car, and there wasn't a single person within eyesight.
He put a finger through the pin, and held the grenade in the opposite hand. "Okay, ready when you are."
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Post by Mercy on Sept 3, 2006 17:00:56 GMT -5
Mercy's eyes widened when she saw him hook his finger in the pin of a grenade, and as much as she wanted to ask him what in God's name he was doing, or if he was sure even he knew the answer to that, she didn't. Eyeing the grenade warily, she shifted her weight from side to side.
"Um...I don't really know...what to..." She trailed off with a sigh. Nobody was going to be able to tell her. She may as well try. She closed her eyes, her face forming a look of hard concentration. She focused on the image of the clones in her mind, willed them to appear, even remembered how it had felt to have them reabsorb into her and tried to reverse that process. With each failed attempt, her look grew more frustrated.
Finally, a noise of frustration sounded from her throat, and she opened her eyes, looking to Deadpool with a look that mixed disappointment and apology.
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Post by deadpool on Sept 3, 2006 20:04:58 GMT -5
“Herm – maybe like hemorrhoids they only come out during stress, or when you really, really don't want them to. That being said, I'm going to have to take matters to a pretty drastic level.”
It was unclear whether Deadpool was directly addressing Mercy, or himself.
“Okay,” He said, his voice suddenly much more clear – as if speaking to someone in the area he couldn't see. “Here's the dealio, Senses: You're going to come out, or send at least one of you out, to talk to me and Mercy here. When you do so, you're going to be polite and civil, and at least tell us what the hell's going on. If you don't,” he waggled the grenade “I'm going to turn this chunk of the beach into a crater deeper than the hole Tom Cruise's sanity. That may not bug you guys much, or maybe it will, but it'll certainly kill Mercy – and, I assume, therefore you. Me? I regenerate, so I'll eventually be alright. So you can try to put illusions on me, sure – make me think I don't have the grenade or that it's an ice-cream cone or something, but I'm going to keep it right here in my hand – and if something doesn't seem right, I'm going to pull the pin – or pull where I think I feel the pin, or not move, and just make a jerking motion no matter what my senses tell me is really there.”
He looked at William, who was staring at him in shock, and shooed him away with a jerk of his head. A look that basically said “back off”
“Now, if you decide you're not going to come out and have this chat – well, I guess that would leave poor Mercy here in your control forever... and honestly, I just don't have the heart to let her live. So either you come out and talk, or I kill her. Your choice. You've got three seconds.”
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Post by Mercy on Sept 3, 2006 20:20:15 GMT -5
Mercy was terrified. She couldn't believe what she was hearing Deadpool say, and though some logical part of her brain told her he was just trying to call her Senses out, he really seemed like he'd blow her up. 'I just don't have the heart to let her live,' he'd said.
In a strike of fear, Mercy screamed in her head for the Senses to appear. And whether they listened, or came of their own accord, they came. One by one, they appeared in front of her. Sight and Touch in front, the other three in back, shielding Mercy from him. Mercy could feel their emotions, their purposes. They were scared, but angry, and they weren't between Mercy and Deadpool just to protect her. They were there to seperate them. Those with eyes glared at Deadpool, looking like a small army of corpses.
Mercy cried out and backed away from them. She wanted to run toward Deadpool, but didn't want to go around her Senses to do so. So she ran to William, stopping beside him and turning to watch the face-off.
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Post by deadpool on Sept 3, 2006 20:54:55 GMT -5
“Well hello, ladies.” Deadpool said, finger still snugly tucked into the pin of his grenade. “A pleasure to finally meet you.”
Well, that was at least partially true. Truthfully, the quintet was quite the horror – terribly scarred, disfigured, mutilated. The vibe of emotional instability was a palpable stink that radiated from them. Deadpool could see their madness quite clearly...
Then again, maybe it was like smelling like.
“So let's have a chat. My girl Mercy over there can't always live her life under your thumb, worrying about you suddenly sprouting up and causing death and destruction all around you... is there no hope for compromise? Are you always going to be lurking there in the shadows, waiting to spring out and start with the ruination and sewing the chaos and all that other Republican stuff?"
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Post by Mercy on Sept 3, 2006 21:05:37 GMT -5
It was not the Senses, but Mercy, who answered. She was staring at the five apparitions of herself when she attracted the attention to herself. "They...They're saying it's 'their' fault. Them who...I don't know..." She paused, then her expression changed. Her brow furrowed slightly in confusion, and she turned her eyes on Deadpool.
"They're blaming you, too."
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Post by deadpool on Sept 3, 2006 21:18:41 GMT -5
"Wait a minute... they're not feminazi's are they? They don't blame me because I'm a man, do they?"
He scratched his head, lifting the grenade to do so and using both hands.
"I mean, is it literal? Or a metaphor? ME personally... or the idea of me?"
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Post by Mercy on Sept 3, 2006 21:23:12 GMT -5
Mercy looked at him, her eyes slowly turning disappointed, almost lost, as she felt more from the minds of her Senses. Her eyelids fluttered. "You."
"They know you. Personally." Then, she took a deep breath and said more strongly, "Do you know me, Wade?"
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Post by deadpool on Sept 3, 2006 21:42:36 GMT -5
"You know, I have this feeling that I do, but for the life of me, I can't seem to remember. Maybe I knew you when you were a kid, or I knew your- "
That was when fate decided to hand Wade the recollection of who she was. His mind rolled all the way back... back... back... no no, even more back... back...
"Whoops!" Deadpool said, suddenly knowing exactly who she was, and what impact he'd had on her life. "I, uhhh... I think I remember you, yes. From before my experiment. Probably from before yours, too. I never knew what had happened to you."
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Post by Mercy on Sept 3, 2006 21:51:35 GMT -5
Mercy stepped toward Deadpool, looking as though he'd just promised to save her life. "Who was I? Where was I?" she asked, pleadingly. It would be difficult for one to tell her that they didn't know the answers to her questions, let alone for one to tell her the awful truth.
She stopped as she realized that her Senses' anger with Wade was growing. She didn't understand why; he'd just admitted he'd known her. He could help her unlock her past. Why didn't they want that?
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