Post by Mercy on Nov 12, 2006 21:04:47 GMT -5
Deadpool waited outside the airport, safely tucked away from peering eyes in the limosuine. He'd sent William in to retrieve the girl, whom had arrived under particularly curious circumstances. He was slowly scribbling away at a "Napoleon Dynamite" Crossword puzzle.
Mercy was laying sprawled out over two connected airplane seats. She’d explored the entire airport that day (well, all of it worth seeing), and had read just about every magazine in every store while loitering for hours on end, waiting for Deadpool to come and get her. At least he’d finally answered her calls. She was a lot more calm knowing someone was coming to get her.
Though the coincidence that she’d ended up so close to where Wade had travelled to…She hadn’t asked him, but she wondered if he’d had anything to do with it.
She paid for the issue of Seventeen and a couple of candy bars and turned…and nearly ran right into someone. Looking up, she was surprised to see William, Wade’s butler (or…whatever he was). “Oh! Hey!” she said, breaking into a grin.
"Hello Mz Burke. I trust your flight was enjoyable? The master is waiting in the car. The Airport has a strict 'no masks' policy." William said in his borish drawl.
He held half bowed, letting her go first, and the two were walking through the station toward the garage.
"He's very glad to have you back, you know."
Mercy gave William a sideways look. “Really?” she asked, sounding half-surprised and half-pleased. She looked ahead, giving a small smile for a moment, before she spoke again conversationally. “So…Does he pay you? And…what kind of butler follows a guy all over the world? Kind of an unconventional job, huh?”
He responded with a signature quirk of the eyebrow. "Really." he replied.
As for the second subject, he slightly stiffened at the question, then returned to normal. "He does pay me, yes. Most handsomely. I get a share of the odd mercenary jobs he takes that I traffic him to... see, he has a problem getting around being that his appearance is... well, being that he has a mask. I follow him because I told him I would, and despite the danger, chaos, and general absurdity I never go back on a deal."
“So you guys are G’s,” Evie replied with a nod, as though he would know what that meant. She paused a moment, before looking at him again. She must have been immensely relieved that she was no longer alone in a strange city, because she was in a pretty good mood. “You know…you’re pretty much the shit, William,” she said approvingly, with a curt nod.
William actually chuckled, a rarity in his othewise borish features. "Well thank you, young lady. Master Deadpool says that quite often, and I could never tell if it was an insult or not. From you, though, I take it that it's a compliment. I like you, as well, Mz. Burke."
They took the exit, leaving into the warm summer night. Just across from the main terminal entrance was the parking garage, and William led them into an elevator.
"And I wouldn’t' say that Master Wilson is my G, but he is certainly my employer."
Mercy laughed at the idea of Wade saying ‘the shit’. She wondered what he thought was ‘the shit’. ‘Bea Arthur, maybe?’
When they got out into the parking lot and William led her toward the car, Evie eyed the limo closely. “D’you guys always ride in style?” she asked curiously as they reached it.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear." He said, opening the door for her to get in. Unfortunately, Wade hopped out of the door before she could get in.
"Mercynary! Good to see ya again." He went for a hug, but then changed it, then a handshake, and thought better of it, and then the situation was just awkward. He didn't seem to have any idea how to act toward the girl.
Mercy laughed sheepishly at the incredibly awkward moment. She wondered briefly if he had any more idea than she did how they should act towards each other. The thing was, she really liked his personality; he was funny, and he was nice.
But like a broken record, the fact that he’d killed her family revolved around and around her head, coming around every time she started to like him.
She settled for punching him on the arm as she moved past him and slid into the car. “Thanks, Will Dawg,” she thanked William for opening the door for her. “So…where exactly are we going again?”
William wrinkled his nose at what would otherwise be considered a complimentary nickname, and continued to hold the door as Deadpool slid back inside.
"We're going to hit up a nice hotel, then tommorow we've got tickets to way out near Africa. Madagascar area... apparently there's a small island in that general direction, and we've gotta find it. It's next on the list." Deadpool said as William shut the door, and circled his way around to the driver's seat. "So you have no idea how you came to be on that airplane?"
“Woah, hold up!” Evie said, cutting in. “Africa?!? I’m already far enough away from a normal place,” she said disbelievingly. “Could we just…go to the hotel and figure out why I’m here before we think about…Africa?”
Without giving him time to answer, she answered his question and pressed on. “And I have no clue. I was on Carter’s couch, and then I woke up on the plane when it was landing. Mercy paused a moment, tapping her fingers on her leg. She didn’t want to accuse him, but she saw it as too much of a coincidence. “It’s a pretty big coincidence that I ended up so close to where you were, dontcha think? Are you sure you don’t know why…?”
Wade didn't bother pressing the issue of going to Africa when William got into the car, and started it up. Instead, he went on to the second issue.
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that. Now why would you end up on a plane coming directly to where I am? That is an awfully big co-eenky-dink. I've got two possible solutions... one is that somehow using the new mutant power I have, I've 'summoned' you here - though that one makes little sense, as so far I've need to actually 'activate' the power to use it, and I haven't done that since I left South America."
He glanced over at her, leaning back on the leather seat.
"The other is that somehow your Senses have commited you to this course of action."
“New mutant power?” Mercy asked, looking at him curiously if not a bit apprehensively. “Since when can a power just come out like that?” She’d heard the water in South America was bad, but this was extreme.
"We got nabbed by Magneto in South America, and he put us in this machine... it didn't seem to do much to Alfred, probably because he was already a mutant, or maybe because he's just that damn mellow." He said, and William nodded in support of the story. "Though me, I wasn't a mutant. Sure, I got a healing ability, but I don't have the X-Gene. We can thank Stryker for that one. So this new power is sort of random... if I call on it, it rolls the Wheel-O-Powers, and gives me a random ability for a random duration. Needless to say, it can be quite detremental. So I only uses it in emergencies."
When Deadpool finished, Mercy processed everything he’d said and went down her list of ‘what the hell’s. “Isn’t Magnotso that guy that was on the news a while ago? The guy who ripped up the Golden Gate bridge?” She didn’t have a TV in her apartment, but she’d seen some stuff about it elsewhere.
“I thought he got his ass beat. He’s still alive?”
“So…you are a mutant now?” she repeated. “Well that must be what it was, then,” she said, and she sat back against the seat, unsure if she should be relieved or disappointed. She was a little of both. She’d been thinking it was some big huge deal that had brought her there, when it was probably just a fluke.
"Oh yeah, he's still alive. He never really died, they just couldn't find him afterwards." Dp said, digging through a small cooler loaded with junk food. He held it out to her, so she could pick something if she wanted anything.
"Well, if you say so. The way my power works requires me to actually activate the mutant power generator. I haven't done that in a long time, not since before I left South America. I seriously doubt you coming her was a side affect of the Wheel O' Powers."
He grabbed himself some twinkies, and sat the cooler between he and Mercy.
"Personally, I'm leaning toward your Senses on this one."
“Really?” Mercy frowned to herself. “I didn’t think they could do anything to me.” And she hoped that they couldn’t. She’d seen what they’d done to other people. She couldn’t stop them, but she liked to think that at least they couldn’t control her any more than she controlled them.
“God, I hope not,” she said heavily, lightly kicking the seat in front of her with the toe of her boot.
“I should call Carter when we get to the hotel. He’s worried, and I told him I’d call after I got a hold of you.”
Then she blurted out a question that surprised even herself. “So…how long are you going to be in Africa?”
"Well, barring that as a possibility, I suppose we've ruled out all of the obvious solutions. That leaves whatever's left, regardless of how unlikely. Maybe a third party? Carter? Someone else? Whoever it is, they wanted you here - and I can only assume it's because of me." He offered, which didn't really answer any questions.
If he was offended about Africa, he didn't seem it. "However long it takes. We're going to have to catch a boat to the island, and look around to see if anyone has the swords. Could be days, could be weeks. Why?"
Evie mulled over his answer for a long moment before she answered hesitantly. “I’ve never been outside of New York,” she said. “Till now. And…I don’t think I’ll ever get the chance…’Cept now…” The prospect of going to Africa was a very tantalizing one. And now more than ever she needed to know how to control her powers, to find out if they’d been pushing her around, and to find out what they remembered (if anything) about her life before. And after all…As much as she wanted to see Carter and learn everything she could from him…He wasn’t going anywhere.
“Would you still help me with my powers?”
"Oh yeah, why wouldn't I?" He said as if it was a silly question, and nudged the container o' snacks back at her, since she still hadn't picked one.
He pulled out a bizarre half mask of loose red cloth, and attached the elastic cord around his head. Basically it shielded his lower face, and was long, so he could pull open the leather mask and eat under it without anyone seeing.
He munched Twinkies.
"Africa's a great country to go to, actually, even though I've been there on this quest before. Should've noted that I might have wanted to stop by this little island though... oh well. Nothing wrong with some travellin'. I figure we'll get a private cargo plane, and we can practice in the back during the flight."
Mercy tried not to laugh at Deadpool’s face-curtain as she picked a Ho Ho out of the container and opened the package. “Well…I’ll call Carter, and if he…” If he what? Did she really need his permission? “If he doesn’t mind, I’ll go on ya little safari.”
“So, how do you look for these sword things? Just go door to door and ask the natives if they’ve seen some big shiny knives?”
Deadpool ignored the look of humor on her face as she watched him use his protective mask to eat. Hey, she'd probably appreciate it more if he ate a few times with it off around her. He was a freak, and a disturbingly ugly one. There was no punchline to that sad little fact.
"Nah," He said, munching. "I go to the place, and get a sense for em'. I'll know the place when I get there... I'll feel the swords when I finally do find them. Trust me."
He eyed her eating her ho-ho for a minute, and shrugged.
"So, uh, your brother. Think he'd eventually be interested in Mercenary work?"
As Deadpool turned the conversation over to Mercy’s brother, Mercy felt a wave of comfort wash over her. As she watched Wade, she realized that this was someone she ought to put her faith in.
She trusted him.
And from that point, there was an immediate change in her demeanor. She became completely relaxed. “I don’t know…” she said, thinking of Carter. “I’m worried about him, yah know? I don’t know how much control his clones have over him. He left in a hurry, yo; it almost seemed like he didn’t want to do whatever it was he was going to do.”
Wade quirked an eyebrow beneath the leather mask. That was an odd change, though a comforting one. Maybe he really did inspire something of trust in her, which would make their trip immensely more relaxed. This was good. Very good.
"Hmmm, maybe he had something else cooking? Could be he owes someone something and he didn't want to drag you down with it. There's even the possibility that he roofied you, and put you on that plane himself - just to keep you out of trouble. Or the clones do have control, and are pushing him to do bad things... he didn't sound like he was on the up and up."
He added as an afterthought:
"Then again, what do I know? Maybe he uses his clones as a way to only work one day a week. That's what I'd do."
Evie wasn’t sure whether to be comforted or discomforted by the endless alternatives; none of the possibilities were ones she would wish upon her brother. “You know what…I think Africa would be a good idea. I mean, it’ll give me a chance to train, and if something’s going on with Carter, I can talk to him about it and he can straighten it out.” This was quite a sudden change from the answer she’d given him a minute ago.
Mercy was laying sprawled out over two connected airplane seats. She’d explored the entire airport that day (well, all of it worth seeing), and had read just about every magazine in every store while loitering for hours on end, waiting for Deadpool to come and get her. At least he’d finally answered her calls. She was a lot more calm knowing someone was coming to get her.
Though the coincidence that she’d ended up so close to where Wade had travelled to…She hadn’t asked him, but she wondered if he’d had anything to do with it.
She paid for the issue of Seventeen and a couple of candy bars and turned…and nearly ran right into someone. Looking up, she was surprised to see William, Wade’s butler (or…whatever he was). “Oh! Hey!” she said, breaking into a grin.
"Hello Mz Burke. I trust your flight was enjoyable? The master is waiting in the car. The Airport has a strict 'no masks' policy." William said in his borish drawl.
He held half bowed, letting her go first, and the two were walking through the station toward the garage.
"He's very glad to have you back, you know."
Mercy gave William a sideways look. “Really?” she asked, sounding half-surprised and half-pleased. She looked ahead, giving a small smile for a moment, before she spoke again conversationally. “So…Does he pay you? And…what kind of butler follows a guy all over the world? Kind of an unconventional job, huh?”
He responded with a signature quirk of the eyebrow. "Really." he replied.
As for the second subject, he slightly stiffened at the question, then returned to normal. "He does pay me, yes. Most handsomely. I get a share of the odd mercenary jobs he takes that I traffic him to... see, he has a problem getting around being that his appearance is... well, being that he has a mask. I follow him because I told him I would, and despite the danger, chaos, and general absurdity I never go back on a deal."
“So you guys are G’s,” Evie replied with a nod, as though he would know what that meant. She paused a moment, before looking at him again. She must have been immensely relieved that she was no longer alone in a strange city, because she was in a pretty good mood. “You know…you’re pretty much the shit, William,” she said approvingly, with a curt nod.
William actually chuckled, a rarity in his othewise borish features. "Well thank you, young lady. Master Deadpool says that quite often, and I could never tell if it was an insult or not. From you, though, I take it that it's a compliment. I like you, as well, Mz. Burke."
They took the exit, leaving into the warm summer night. Just across from the main terminal entrance was the parking garage, and William led them into an elevator.
"And I wouldn’t' say that Master Wilson is my G, but he is certainly my employer."
Mercy laughed at the idea of Wade saying ‘the shit’. She wondered what he thought was ‘the shit’. ‘Bea Arthur, maybe?’
When they got out into the parking lot and William led her toward the car, Evie eyed the limo closely. “D’you guys always ride in style?” she asked curiously as they reached it.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, my dear." He said, opening the door for her to get in. Unfortunately, Wade hopped out of the door before she could get in.
"Mercynary! Good to see ya again." He went for a hug, but then changed it, then a handshake, and thought better of it, and then the situation was just awkward. He didn't seem to have any idea how to act toward the girl.
Mercy laughed sheepishly at the incredibly awkward moment. She wondered briefly if he had any more idea than she did how they should act towards each other. The thing was, she really liked his personality; he was funny, and he was nice.
But like a broken record, the fact that he’d killed her family revolved around and around her head, coming around every time she started to like him.
She settled for punching him on the arm as she moved past him and slid into the car. “Thanks, Will Dawg,” she thanked William for opening the door for her. “So…where exactly are we going again?”
William wrinkled his nose at what would otherwise be considered a complimentary nickname, and continued to hold the door as Deadpool slid back inside.
"We're going to hit up a nice hotel, then tommorow we've got tickets to way out near Africa. Madagascar area... apparently there's a small island in that general direction, and we've gotta find it. It's next on the list." Deadpool said as William shut the door, and circled his way around to the driver's seat. "So you have no idea how you came to be on that airplane?"
“Woah, hold up!” Evie said, cutting in. “Africa?!? I’m already far enough away from a normal place,” she said disbelievingly. “Could we just…go to the hotel and figure out why I’m here before we think about…Africa?”
Without giving him time to answer, she answered his question and pressed on. “And I have no clue. I was on Carter’s couch, and then I woke up on the plane when it was landing. Mercy paused a moment, tapping her fingers on her leg. She didn’t want to accuse him, but she saw it as too much of a coincidence. “It’s a pretty big coincidence that I ended up so close to where you were, dontcha think? Are you sure you don’t know why…?”
Wade didn't bother pressing the issue of going to Africa when William got into the car, and started it up. Instead, he went on to the second issue.
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that. Now why would you end up on a plane coming directly to where I am? That is an awfully big co-eenky-dink. I've got two possible solutions... one is that somehow using the new mutant power I have, I've 'summoned' you here - though that one makes little sense, as so far I've need to actually 'activate' the power to use it, and I haven't done that since I left South America."
He glanced over at her, leaning back on the leather seat.
"The other is that somehow your Senses have commited you to this course of action."
“New mutant power?” Mercy asked, looking at him curiously if not a bit apprehensively. “Since when can a power just come out like that?” She’d heard the water in South America was bad, but this was extreme.
"We got nabbed by Magneto in South America, and he put us in this machine... it didn't seem to do much to Alfred, probably because he was already a mutant, or maybe because he's just that damn mellow." He said, and William nodded in support of the story. "Though me, I wasn't a mutant. Sure, I got a healing ability, but I don't have the X-Gene. We can thank Stryker for that one. So this new power is sort of random... if I call on it, it rolls the Wheel-O-Powers, and gives me a random ability for a random duration. Needless to say, it can be quite detremental. So I only uses it in emergencies."
When Deadpool finished, Mercy processed everything he’d said and went down her list of ‘what the hell’s. “Isn’t Magnotso that guy that was on the news a while ago? The guy who ripped up the Golden Gate bridge?” She didn’t have a TV in her apartment, but she’d seen some stuff about it elsewhere.
“I thought he got his ass beat. He’s still alive?”
“So…you are a mutant now?” she repeated. “Well that must be what it was, then,” she said, and she sat back against the seat, unsure if she should be relieved or disappointed. She was a little of both. She’d been thinking it was some big huge deal that had brought her there, when it was probably just a fluke.
"Oh yeah, he's still alive. He never really died, they just couldn't find him afterwards." Dp said, digging through a small cooler loaded with junk food. He held it out to her, so she could pick something if she wanted anything.
"Well, if you say so. The way my power works requires me to actually activate the mutant power generator. I haven't done that in a long time, not since before I left South America. I seriously doubt you coming her was a side affect of the Wheel O' Powers."
He grabbed himself some twinkies, and sat the cooler between he and Mercy.
"Personally, I'm leaning toward your Senses on this one."
“Really?” Mercy frowned to herself. “I didn’t think they could do anything to me.” And she hoped that they couldn’t. She’d seen what they’d done to other people. She couldn’t stop them, but she liked to think that at least they couldn’t control her any more than she controlled them.
“God, I hope not,” she said heavily, lightly kicking the seat in front of her with the toe of her boot.
“I should call Carter when we get to the hotel. He’s worried, and I told him I’d call after I got a hold of you.”
Then she blurted out a question that surprised even herself. “So…how long are you going to be in Africa?”
"Well, barring that as a possibility, I suppose we've ruled out all of the obvious solutions. That leaves whatever's left, regardless of how unlikely. Maybe a third party? Carter? Someone else? Whoever it is, they wanted you here - and I can only assume it's because of me." He offered, which didn't really answer any questions.
If he was offended about Africa, he didn't seem it. "However long it takes. We're going to have to catch a boat to the island, and look around to see if anyone has the swords. Could be days, could be weeks. Why?"
Evie mulled over his answer for a long moment before she answered hesitantly. “I’ve never been outside of New York,” she said. “Till now. And…I don’t think I’ll ever get the chance…’Cept now…” The prospect of going to Africa was a very tantalizing one. And now more than ever she needed to know how to control her powers, to find out if they’d been pushing her around, and to find out what they remembered (if anything) about her life before. And after all…As much as she wanted to see Carter and learn everything she could from him…He wasn’t going anywhere.
“Would you still help me with my powers?”
"Oh yeah, why wouldn't I?" He said as if it was a silly question, and nudged the container o' snacks back at her, since she still hadn't picked one.
He pulled out a bizarre half mask of loose red cloth, and attached the elastic cord around his head. Basically it shielded his lower face, and was long, so he could pull open the leather mask and eat under it without anyone seeing.
He munched Twinkies.
"Africa's a great country to go to, actually, even though I've been there on this quest before. Should've noted that I might have wanted to stop by this little island though... oh well. Nothing wrong with some travellin'. I figure we'll get a private cargo plane, and we can practice in the back during the flight."
Mercy tried not to laugh at Deadpool’s face-curtain as she picked a Ho Ho out of the container and opened the package. “Well…I’ll call Carter, and if he…” If he what? Did she really need his permission? “If he doesn’t mind, I’ll go on ya little safari.”
“So, how do you look for these sword things? Just go door to door and ask the natives if they’ve seen some big shiny knives?”
Deadpool ignored the look of humor on her face as she watched him use his protective mask to eat. Hey, she'd probably appreciate it more if he ate a few times with it off around her. He was a freak, and a disturbingly ugly one. There was no punchline to that sad little fact.
"Nah," He said, munching. "I go to the place, and get a sense for em'. I'll know the place when I get there... I'll feel the swords when I finally do find them. Trust me."
He eyed her eating her ho-ho for a minute, and shrugged.
"So, uh, your brother. Think he'd eventually be interested in Mercenary work?"
As Deadpool turned the conversation over to Mercy’s brother, Mercy felt a wave of comfort wash over her. As she watched Wade, she realized that this was someone she ought to put her faith in.
She trusted him.
And from that point, there was an immediate change in her demeanor. She became completely relaxed. “I don’t know…” she said, thinking of Carter. “I’m worried about him, yah know? I don’t know how much control his clones have over him. He left in a hurry, yo; it almost seemed like he didn’t want to do whatever it was he was going to do.”
Wade quirked an eyebrow beneath the leather mask. That was an odd change, though a comforting one. Maybe he really did inspire something of trust in her, which would make their trip immensely more relaxed. This was good. Very good.
"Hmmm, maybe he had something else cooking? Could be he owes someone something and he didn't want to drag you down with it. There's even the possibility that he roofied you, and put you on that plane himself - just to keep you out of trouble. Or the clones do have control, and are pushing him to do bad things... he didn't sound like he was on the up and up."
He added as an afterthought:
"Then again, what do I know? Maybe he uses his clones as a way to only work one day a week. That's what I'd do."
Evie wasn’t sure whether to be comforted or discomforted by the endless alternatives; none of the possibilities were ones she would wish upon her brother. “You know what…I think Africa would be a good idea. I mean, it’ll give me a chance to train, and if something’s going on with Carter, I can talk to him about it and he can straighten it out.” This was quite a sudden change from the answer she’d given him a minute ago.