11073/Take a walk on the ..., normal side

Take a walk on the ..., normal side
Date of Scene:	14 February 2020
Location:	Belle Reve Penitentiary, Houma, Terrebonne, Louisiana
Synopsis:	Walker and Fantomex talk after a mission that went .., mildly ok. They find some common understanding.
Cast of Characters:	Typhoid Mary, Fantomex

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Typhoid Mary has posed:
So the mission has been concluded. To a success? Perhaps. With the suicide squad one never knows, but the man seemed alive when they left, no matter how battered he might have been. Details! But whatever transpired up there was enough to have a new personality emerge out of Typhoid. In this case Walker.

Is it even the same person though? They walk differently, LOOK different even if similar in some facial features and while the other is all fire and brimstone this one seems solemn and rather down to earth, a soldier's stance to her.

She is sitting on one of the plane's benches, currently going through the mission and how it went down, eyes going over the recordings. Weirdly enough, it didn't seem as if she remembered what happened.

Fantomex has posed:
Fantomex has, surprisingly, followed the team into their transport. Usually he just vanishes after missions, and if he makes a report to Waller, he does so privately.

(Of course a report is demanded, it is Waller who we are talking about. Fantomex delivers is in writing, and heptameter verse. Sometimes he tries to be annoying too hard).

Maybe this time it won't be private, although he seems a little less flamboyant than usual. Sitting in a corner, looking pensive. Actually having a heated discussion with his 'partner' about her revealing her presence. And why 'murder is bad, okay?' is not a legit reason to break secrecy.

E.V.A. can be so naive sometimes!

But sometimes he glances up at Walker, as if trying to catch her mid-transformation or whatever she does.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
Whatever happened it seems permanent enough. It's as if that other person had never existed, besides they wearing the same clothes now. Walker puts the tablet aside when she is done assesssing what happened. She stays silent for a good while and then looks up, stern gaze resting on Fantomex, "I gather you are the level-headed one on the comms." she murmurs, her voice a contrast to Typhoid's calm and calculating.

She gets up, making her way over to grab a canteen and drink some water out of it, keeping one eye on the pensive man.

Fantomex has posed:
"Moi, level headed?" He is definitely the one with the French accent. "No. That was colonel Flag. I was the smart one." He stands up, moving to join Walker, taking the seat at her right. "And you were the hot one. But not anymore. You seem a cold, quiet lady now. As different as the night to the day. It is all very mysterious to me and I am intensely curious."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Ah, yes." Walker inclines her head a touch, though the way she does it seems as if she is acquainted with Flag already. But then again it wouldn't be a surprise since Flag conducted interviews for people to get 'accepted' into the Suicide Squad. She drains the canteen out, damn she looked thirsty, putting it aside and wiping her mouth with a sleeve, "Various people living in the same body." she explains with a brief shrug of her shoulders.

"Whatever happened seems to have been enough to have me step up. For how long it will last we will see." Then her gaze roams Fantomex more intently. "And you? What's your story? Somehow you just don't seem the convict type, not like the others like Tumbler and the loud one."

Fantomex has posed:
"Ah no, I never got caught," confirms Fantomex. "But Ms. Waller revealed a few things that intrigued me. As I said I am intensely curious. We made a deal and now we are... ah, burdened with each other." He pauses, "for a while. Perhaps you will learn the whole story if you stick around long enough. Although... it might be best if you don't."

He leans back and thinks for a few seconds. "There are a few worse things than a bomb in the head. And worse squads than a suicidal one."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Burdened is an interesting word." Walker shows some teeth as she smirks at it, folding her arms together and resting a shoulder against the side of the wall she is close to, eyes continuing on Fantomex, "She is the type of woman for that. But may more than my friend she looks the type that can burn someone at a moment's notice. Might want to watch yourself." she then reaching behind her head to tap it lightly. "But if you skipped getting this one you are one step ahead for now."

"I have no intention to die here though. If anything I am a survivor. As with everything, I will find a way to get through. Not an easy prospect, but still..." she trails off, offering a brief shrug.

Fantomex has posed:
"Oh no, nothing of what Waller does is done out of anger or impulse," states Fantomex. "If she was the hotheaded type, I would have her under control already. Instead we are still 'burdened' with each other."

That might also be a jab for Typhoid, which Fantomex suspect might be listening. Walker said they were four people in a body. But he has seen only three people. And he is not sure it is the same body either!

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"I would agree perhaps, if I hadn't had proof of the contrary. Some anger is impossible to control. It can't help but burn everything around them." Walker speaking it matter-of-factly, eyes continuing focused on the man, solemn. Compared to Typhoid she seems almost too peaceful, but there seems to be a calculating look to her, "This is something you may learn one day." the tone is almost a resigned one. She knows how things go when she is around people for a while. Eventually the other personalities come out and it is not a good end. Nothing she can do about that.

Fantomex has posed:
"Some cannot control their rage, but Waller is not one of those," insists Fantomex. Oh, Mary was talking about herself? Good. "I tend to take events with a pinch of amusement and perhaps fatalism. We are what we do, we do what we are, oui? I am but a gentleman thief. Are you so many things you want to be four women?"

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Who says it's only four? Or as many as four?" Walker lifts her shoulders in a brief shrug again, moving to sit down once again, "It doesn't matter. I am who I am. I have learned to live with it. Though if you were but a gentleman thief you wouldn't be on this team. But then again..." She considers for a few moments. "Being part of this group is like watching a revolving door with people coming and then ..., dying..., so. Perhaps they are desperate?" her time to jab at the man, maybe poking at his ego and see what he reveals of himself.

Fantomex has posed:
"Freedom," admits Fantomex, "it is a powerful lure for most anyone, isn't it? That motivates most of the others. But you carry your cage within you. Me? My cage is a little different, but Waller might have a key and I want it."

That is a little more he had planned to reveal, but he also wants to see if Walker, or Mary, or whoever is behind those dark eyes, can figure out more on themselves. "I am a mercenary, I am getting paid," he concludes.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Waller makes a lot of promises." This part Walker speaks in a lower tone, maybe not wanting to be overheard by the others here in the transport, leaning forward slightly. "But considering what I have been learning, her promises mean little. She tells us what we want, without offering guarantees." gaze continues fixed on the man. Mentioning a mercenary is something she can understand. "Same as me. But getting paid in staying alive. I wonder which currency would be best."