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Fighting evil by Moonlight. She is the one name Sailer-Pool!
Date of Scene: 07 April 2021
Location: Wellness Office - Xavier's School
Synopsis: A clue appears!
Cast of Characters: Deadpool, Magik, Nightingale




Deadpool has posed:
Thankfully it was a slow afternoon when Wade took claim over the wellness room. His mind was in conflict since his dreams, and thoughts of all the things happening becoming a bit too much though he couldn't escape it as it was just in his head. He kicked the door open, and looked at everyone inside. "Get... Out.." moving to the fireplace to start a fire to look at, He ignored the few volenteers that might still be in the room as he does so getting the logs in place quietly.

Before long he looks at one of the empty seats.. "I know, but you don't know her either... I know." he throws some news papper in to get it started before he lights it. Sure this might warm up the area around here, and it wasn't that cold already but the flames let him think. The burning, and choas of it let him ride the waves so he had to see it. So as soon as the fire starts Wade dressed head to toe in his Deadpool outfit though without his weapons sits right infront of the fire staring at it smiling a wicked smile as the small embers ignite to get a larger fire going.

Magik has posed:
    'Wellness' and 'Illyana' don't usually go hand and hand. In fact, most of the time when she's at the school, she's in the middle of something where someone is 'not well'. But today she spent the entire day at the school and there's been something buzzing on the edge of her consciousness. Something that seemed off. And she hasn't been able to put her finger on it until she was passing the 'Wellness Room', so when she started to pass by, just out of pure curiosity, she ducked in just to see what was causing it. Of course, seeing Deadpool completely in costume and relaxing by the fire... and talking to himself, she stopped just inside the door, raising an eyebrow. This is the place. Now what. Listening to the 'conversation' might be a good start.

Nightingale has posed:
     One of the volunteers who did -not- leave was one that Wade might recognize. She just stares him down coolly as he orders the others out, standing her ground. No patient was going to order her out, and frankly, it didn't matter -who- it was! She knew the look of someone in distress, though, and said nothing, but moved to help him set and light the fire. Sometimes a simple comfort like that could work wonders where medicine might not. A second seat is pulled over near the fire, and she settles down in it, flicking her wings behind her and tucking them in neatly. She's dressed in a pair of light blue jeans, some new white sneakers, and a plain, simple white t-shirt. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail, with the exception of one thin, pale blue braid dangling on the left side of her face, with its three little silver beads.

     She simply sits there, listening to Wade for several moments, and finally asks, "Who is 'her'?"

Deadpool has posed:
Wade glances up at the voice that wasn't his.. "I keep dreaming of her.." he shakes his head a bit looking back into he fire. "At first she was in one of those black dresses with the thing over her face, like I was at some funeral, and she talked to me but no sound came out." he stops for a minute thinking about it. "Then I heard her, her voice was like nothing I have ever heard before, but I had angered her.. I have forsaken her." he looks at Shannon with shocked look. "I had forgotten her." He shakes his head looking at the fire again, "I saw her face today... I expected maybe it would be some lost love or something.. It was a skeleton... No flesh, nothing just a skeleton of a lady talking to me asking me why.."

He falls back into silence for a moment before he continues, "It came back after I" he does the quotation marks for Died as he continues.. "Died in space.. Well you know what I mean.. as much as one can" He doesn't seem to spot Illyana at the door way yet as he talks to Shannon. He does smile a bit at her, "Listen kid, I am a bit messed up right now ya might want to get out of here. I think she wants me to kill people.. A lot of people, and if I turn that switch." he looks back at the fire hardly.. "I can't do both.."

Magik has posed:
    To say that Illyana is intrigued would probably be about right. She can hear from the door, so she doesn't move into Deadpool's view just yet. Particularly since she can see that the magical effect she's been sensing all day is clearly all over Wade. And she can see it fine from over here. Besides, it appears that Shannon seems to be trying something and she doesn't need to interrupt that. She doesn't need to interfere. Not yet at least. There's plenty of time to interfere and looking at the spellwork she's seeing here, she wants to interfere, or at least get more answers. But she'll step back until Shannon (who already knows Deadpool) can maybe get some of the answers she's looking for out of him.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just listens for several minutes as Wade continues talking, not commenting, or judging. She just sits there as calmly as one can, with a very dangerous, infamous merc who probably knew at least fifty different ways to kill someone without weapons in less time than it would take her heart to beat just once. But this time, at least, he seemed more inclined to talk--and maybe that's all that was needed, to get some of this out of his system. She was no trained psychologist, but she was someone who could listen.

     "Sounds a little like, well... a different face of Death," she finally says, shrugging. "Guess that'd be the first I heard of Death being talked about as a woman, though." She cracks a small smile, tucking a stray wisp of pale gold away behind her ear. "And my dad's stock in trade is the funeral business, so I've heard a tale or two."

     As he tried to warn her away again, she simply shakes her head. "You haven't turned that switch, though. Look. You may not remember, but there were plenty of times you were actually kind to me. That's buried in there somewhere, too. I don't forget kindness like that. So if all I can do is listen... so be it. I can't listen if I run away, though."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade chuckles, "She is so... Overwhelming I don't know how I could forget her, but Death isn't a person I mean like that fire isn't a person I figured it was just some lady I killed I am having nightmares about," he shakes his head, "But... maybe..". Shannon might not see it but out of the 'residue' of the spell an image of a woman dressed in rags or what Wade thought were rags. They were actually short pieces of fancy cloth, the lady had all around her and a ball of some crystal infront of her. She had a wicked smile though she didn't look 'evil' or good just old though details of her person seemed just out of reach.

Wade shakes his head, "No... I just can't remember for sure. I mean it is crazy right? To think someone like that exist out there somewhere. If I could just remember her voice I know I could believe it, but." he reaches closer to the fire to feel the heat a little.. "I know I would remember her then." he sighs a bit turning to look at Shannon. "Ya know I don't remember you still right? I mean other then what you have told me you like everyone else is gone." he looks at the fire and thinks about what Jean told him. "Besides what kind of crazy person must you of been to get along with original me." and chuckles a bit. "I heard that guy was an A-hole.. You know he might of still shot you because Bill randomly told him to right?" he didn't know who Bill was, but that wasn't the point Bill could be anyone in just the right time. "Besides.." he points to the empty seat. "They are telling me to kill you now. To throw you and your friend into the fire right here." his tone goes cold as he explains it. Though he doesn't make any motions, he had by now noticed there was someone else here he could hear them. He grins at her a bit.. "But what do they know... I honest think they are crazy" he whispers to her finally.

Magik has posed:
    Well, it's as close to an introduction as Illyana cares to get. She takes a few steps forward now as she looks at Wade, or more accurately, at the magic swirling about Wade. She only occasionally takes her eyes off of Wade, only to glance to Shannon, with a look that she's hoping is a 'prodding' look as she watches the magic swirl around him. The conversation with Shannon has only stimulated attempts at memories, which in turn has turned up the heat on the spell suppressing them. Which means that the magic here is much easier to see and she wants Shannon to keep trying, no matter how little she expects it to do anything.
    She doesn't introduce herself. Or even really greet Deadpool or Shannon. Instead, she simply has a question: "What happened to you?" Up close, Illyana's eyes widen just a little. The magic she's seeing goes way beyond amateur. Whoever did this knew what they were doing and does quality work. Good enough quality for Illyana to admire it.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon smiles somewhat, chuckling. "Maybe a little crazy, maybe a little goofy. But I wouldn't call the 'original' you an asshole." She tilts her head to one side and smiles a little bit. "Besides, if I was entirely gone, I mean, not even a whisper of a memory, you probably wouldn't be just sitting here talking to me right now. But you are."

     Out of the corner of her eye, she catches sight of Illyana making those slight 'prodding' gestures. She holds the other woman's gaze for just a split second more in acknowledgement, and looks back to Wade. A soft laugh escapes her, and she shakes her head. "There's one time in particular I remember. It was a couple of Christmases ago, the first one I spent here at the school. There was a tree up in the dining hall and ummm... well, you decided to play Santa." Pause. "By throwing snowflakes cut out of used ummm... condom wrappers... all over the tree." Her face goes bright red and she laughs. "You also left behind a sack full of presents. One of them was meowing. I let the little guy out. There were no airholes in the box, so it's kind of a good thing I did." Her smile widens. "The little guy's all grown now, he stayed with me. He's been my furry little study buddy, and I never even got to thank you for the gift."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade glances up at Magik, and shakes his head.. "Lost all my memories, and woke up in the body of a crazy man... How bout you?" he grins a bit at her. "Woke up at some circus downtown.. Thankfully no-one asked qustions about the missing clowns, or I might not be here right now." and turns to look at Shannon. He has no idea what your seeing as all this stuff is out of his wheelhouse and so usually ignored unless it lead to some Relic he could steal. He listens to her, and seems to become more and more frustrated. As he fights against the spell to remember it angers him.. "No.. no NO!" he stands up and grabs the poker jabing the fire violently. "I can't remember any of it.. It is all gone. I don't remember a cat, or an excellent use of condom wrappers.. Nothing!" As he jabs he feels a little better putting out any sparks that escape with his foot. "I get you are trying to help but my head... it is too full." he looks at the poker quietly for a moment.

He talks again in a calm voice... "The only time I remembered.." then smiles, "I got it kid.. take a step back." and if no-one stops him he is going to handle it his own way. He is going to jam the poker into his head to 'kill' himself right here. Of course it wouldn't keep but talking with the kid, the memories that were just right there. Maybe it could work if he died again... It worked the first time. He heard the whispers.. "Do It... Do it" though no-one else would as he tries to plunge the thing deep into his head.

Magik has posed:
    "Illyana narrows her eyes, leaning one way and then the other. "Hmmm. Noooo", she says slowly, still looking at everything happening around Deadpool. "That is not it." She doesn't even crack a smile at the joke. Well, to be honest, she can't tell what parts of what he's saying is actually a joke. "There's definitely something wrong there, but it doesn't look to /me/ like anything is missing." As Deadpool looks at the poker though, she doesn't do anything to stop him. She doesn't really see him trying to harm himself at the moment. Of course, she also doesn't know that he really can't harm himself permanently anyay.

Nightingale has posed:
     Oh, HELL NO. There is just no way Shannon is going to stand for -that-! Not on her watch! Quick as a flash, she gets up from her seat, and steps towards Wade. "Wade... no. Just... no. Give me the poker." Her tone is both soothing, and there is perhaps an underlying current of steel, almost of command, that might not have been there in years previous. "We're here to help you figure this thing out, but this is not the way to do it." If neither he nor Illyana stop her, she reaches for the poker, keeping her stance as open and non-threatening as possible while still advancing and doing her best to relieve Wade of the item in question. At the very least, perhaps it might distract him and keep him talking....

Deadpool has posed:
Wade stops just inches from his masked face. "What? I mean they are telling me it is a great idea.." he leans forward and whispers, "We hardly ever agree on anything." but he just frowns as she snags the poker away from him while he is distracted talking. "Hey! Now kid give me that back.. I remembered more after they shot a beam through me, and this might really help me remember!" he stops turning to look at Magik

"Wait.. did you just say they aren't missing." finally sinking in a bit he stops thinking.. "That must mean you know where they are." he frowns grabing the poker for real from her this time giving her a look of true anger as he isn't distracted anymore though he would even give her the point if she tried to talk back to him for taking it before turning to give Magik a dark stare "Tell me what you did with my memories lady." his eyes narrow, and his voice is actually calm.. very calm as he eyes the new person he doesn't know.

He starts to approach her carefully looking like he is ready to actually attack her. "We can still work this out" apperently from what she had said it sounded to Wade like she knew what was going on. Chances are she was the one who did this, and if she was strong enough to do that he would need to act quickly as he stalks towards her.

Magik has posed:
    Illyana looks back and forth between Shannon and Deadpool during their exchange. Was he really going to hurt himself with that? She's not entirely sure about everything that's happening here. Though when Deadpool turns to her and starts asking questions, she shakes her head. "I can't /see/ memories. But with the magic you have around you..."
    But as the poker is grabbed and Deadpool brings it up as if a weapon, Illyana gets a cold look in her eyes and immediately taking a step back into a defensive position and the SoulSword flares to life in her hands. "Do not threaten me. Whoever did this to you has skills, but I doubt they are on my level." She tilts her head as if looking at him from another perspective. "I would think you are just blocked." She looks a little more closely. "Some very well-done blocks though."
    She doesn't back down though. Nor does the Soulsword disappear.

Nightingale has posed:
     Though Wade might try to grab the poker from her, Shannon does not let go very easily. She twists it around in a sort of corkscrew, rolling motion, working the handle of it against his thumb in a bid to break his grip on the tool. "Wade... calm down. Let go of the poker, and let's all sit down to talk about this, okay?" She keeps her eyes right on him, her tone even though again, with that undercurrent of steel to her words. "If Illyana can 'see' what is blocking you, maybe she can help figure out more about it. But that's not happening till you give me the poker, okay?"

Deadpool has posed:
Wade looks into her eyes as she talks, and his look of readiness does not change as he listens carefully. He is far enough where he can't reach her but points the poker at her, "Your saying you didn't do this. If that is true then fine I am with you." his eyes narrow "But if I find out this is just some trick to manipulate me.. Nothing will stop me from coming after you." he then lowers the poker still keeping eye to eye contact.

What he doesn't realize is one his thumb was broken as he had just pressed against the pain and weight as he was focused on Magik. So in reality he is pointing the poker at Magik, and with both arms is doing it as he is holding Shannon also not letting go now kind of forced between the two of them. He is leaned slightly giving Magik a dirty look, but the whole thing might be a little less threatning since there was still someone holding onto the make shift weapon not letting him even move it without a lot of effort.

With a sigh Deadpool lets the thing go slightly bent now as it wasn't really made to do any of this, he lets Shannon drop down the few inches to the floor. "Alright.. Alright kid I will listen. If she isn't behind this I got no problem with her anyway." he looks up at Magik his face serious he gives her the nod, "Are you able to help me? Since you have these skills could you undo the things they have done... Could I remember again?"

Magik has posed:
    Illyana really doesn't like being threatened. It really gets under her skin. Even when someone's just waving a fire poker at her, it sets her on edge. She's been bullied enough in her life. She doesn't need it from anyone else. Especially someone who she just offered to help. And she doesn't have any reason to sympathize with Wade. "Why would I do this to you?", she asks in reply to Wade's statement. She lets him lower the poker before she continues. "I don't know if I can help you. Not here at least." She looks to Shannon and then back to Wade, "You could get your memories back. But there are a lot of questions to answer before I would even try. This spell is powerful. This was not an accident. Someone did this. On purpose." She adds after a moment to let that thought sink in. "For a /rea-son/", she emphasizes. There are a lot of reasons that come to mind that could cause something like this level of amnesia. Very few of them are good.

Nightingale has posed:
     With the worst of the moment past, Shannon can finally relax, her feet on the ground once more--and the poker back among the other fireplace implements. It is perhaps a little worse for the wear, but so be it! Brushing her hands off on her jeans, she smiles a little bit, looking between Wade and Illyana, listening to them both. "Illyana may also have a point," she reasons. "If there's a block, it's for a reason. Just we have no idea what reason that could be." Pausing to think for a second, she considers what options there might be. "Something like this, I might be tempted to suggest that miss Grey's help be enlisted. Or at the very least, her advice sought."

Deadpool has posed:
He looks at Illyana, "Look you were the first person to suggest they might know whats going on." he sighs, and rubs the top of his mask his thumb pointing all wierd. As he is doing so there is a crunching noise from his hand as the thumb is moved back into position healing itself right before ones eys. He kicks the ground.. "Sorry lady, your right... I assumed." though he looks up, "I wish I could help with answers I can really only remember the Circus, before that is..." he waves his hands both are normal again. "I beat some clowns, stole some food and ran when the police came." he says like he has said it many times. "I don't know why anyone would do this to little ol me.. I mean doesn't lack of memories make me more dangerous then less?" he gives a bit of a grin and a shrug.

He looks at Shannon, though he speaks to Magik, "I will answer any questions.. I can though." then glances at Magik, "I really need to get these memories back this school is driving me crazy.. all these kids.. They never shut up.. I thought I talked a lot" and grins a bit more. Is he kidding, one may never know!

Magik has posed:
    Illyana frowns, eyeing Deadpool up and down for a moment, "I don't know. The memories could have been blocked so you could forget something. Or you they could have been blocked to keep you safer. Or it could be punishment for something you did." That last one is probably particularly not a pleasant thought. But Illyana isn't trying to make this easy. She does decide to relax her stance though and as she does, the Soulsword streams back into a burst of magic and disappears into her body. "I don't usually play detective, but I would suggest speaking to the circus then. Maybe someone there would know someone who could be responsible for your curse. I could try to just break the curse, but who knows what kind of trouble you'd be inviting by doing doing something like that."

Nightingale has posed:
     "This is why I kind of think we ought to get Miss Grey's advice, too," Shannon adds, crossing her arms. Her wings ruffle behind her, flicking but not quite settling back into place as neatly as before. She does, however, crack something of a smile, chuckling softly. "You -do- talk a lot, Wade. But I suppose that's just part of what makes you, you."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade nods at Illyana, "Okay well to do that I need to get out of here." he thinks about it a bit, "Back to the circus... humm." he turns to walk a little bit, "That isn't a bad idea.. not at all." he turns, "Okay lady I have a plan you have a number or an owl or something? I am going to look into this, and will be in contact after I get more information" he turns to Shannon, "You go to class.. Do your studying, get good grades or whatever... Now break!" he turns and looks at the other two.. "That means go..."

He sighs a bit and holds up a hand.. "Alright.. you do whatever you do lady, and when I am able we will talk again, You be a kid and don't listen to me because I am just some lame adult.. Now Break!" and glances around a bit to see if that took.. "Or we can all just do random things and hope it works out?"

Magik has posed:
    "If you have an owl that can find me...", Illyana starts, letting the idea sink in for a moment before adding, "... or just use a phone. Just call me at 914-555-5812." She turns to Shannon, before turning back again to Wade, "You should probably also speak to Jean. I don't know if she can see anything, but it's worth a try. And maybe she can send help with you to make sure you don't find too much trouble at the circus. If whoever did this to you is still there... you should try to be safe. Good luck. And let me know what you find."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just looked at Wade, perfectly deadpan for a moment, then just laughs, shaking her head. "Really? I'm where I need to be right now, and I'm definitely not neglecting my studies." She smiles a little bit, and nods. "I'd talk to miss Grey, possibly Mr. Summers for help, if you want to go back to this... circus. At least they're likely to hear you out, possibly even offer advice or actual help. It's worth trying."