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|Date of Scene=2021/07/25
|Location=Bar with No Name
|Synopsis=A weird talk with Deadpool, proceeds to get weirder when Remy takes off.
|Cast of Characters=14,9892,106
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau is perhaps a touch on the Heroic side for most of the patrons in "The Bar with no name", but then again he's also a touch on the villianious side for Avenger's tea parties with the cucumber sandwiches too, so really it works. For the most part the folks know him, know he wont report anything he hears to any authority types (he might sell it to the highest bidder, but that comes with the territory) and as long as he pays his tab and doesn't bring the X-Men... well hell he's a MAster thief and former Marauder, where else would he get a drink?<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Saturday.. Night!<br><br>There once was a song written by the Bay City Rollers.. an oooold song. Unfortunately Sarah couldn't get it out of her head tonight. Must be the bar.<br><br>Mind you, she wasn't a villain per se, but neither was she good, depending on your definition of good. "Give me a beer." She checked about her while the bartender got her her beer. Paying with a five dollar bill, "Keep the change."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>At the doorway the door opens, and some people can be heard talking outside. The voices low one could be heard saying, "I don't care what they told you... This is me time.. Go haunt some alley way or something." and a small laugh as a cloacked figure walks in looking mostly out of place as he had an actual cloak with a hood on so it was hard to spot who it was. Of course that was why he was here no-one careed what your name was so it was a nice place to relax. <br><br>He had just returned with his encounter with the entity of fear so felt it was a good time while he had the 'replacements' wait outside. The vampires called his squad the end as not many made it back, though he had to be watched constantly as the leaders were a paranoid people. Of course things happened around him that not many made it back hopefully it will be a quite night for once.<br><br>As the cloacked person entered it wasn't that hard to see who it was as he didn't look just down, and for those who know a man in a black and red outfit there was not many options. He also makes his way up to the bar with a smile on the mask not looking who was there just approaching looking at other things. Windwos, doors, people. he just glared at them all for he was tired of that glass pane. He sighed thinking about what to order as it took a bit to get him twisted so had to consider where to start.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>When Sarah orders Remy looks over at her and gives her an appraising look then shrugs and add's another five to the one she put on the counter. "Give de lady a real beer too, an not some of dat dishwater piss yah keep jus' ta runn off de occasional lost tourist, huh?" he says with a smirk. "Figure if Ah try ta completely buy yah a drink, yah say no t'anks at best or t'row it in mah face an' try ta break mah arm at worst... But an upgrade? Hey maybe Ah get a shot at a conversation wit' a beautiful woman, non?" He says offering his most charming smile.... which falters when Wade comes in. "HEy! Deadpool here!" he calls out, the warning carried quickly to the rest of the bar...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Now *that* makes her take appraisal of him. "So. I should.. what?" Because Sarah was quite curious what he was expecting of her, and in that little portion of her brain, she was saying to herself 'Fat lot of good it will get you'. But she did appreciate the upgrade.<br><br> Sitting across the bar from Remy, she nods. "Thanks." And she nods with her head, "Is he a friend?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>Deadpool sits, and tries to give the others some room taking a chair a little away from them when he hears his name called out. He looks up and grins a bit, "Been a while... You sure your in the right place my friend. Calling out names like that can be dangerous." and he glances around again. Hopefully no-one carred, but it wasn't that people were not looking for him right now, on either side pick which one ya wanted. Though he holds up a hand "A Zombie and make it a double." before he turns to look at the others for real this time.<br><br>Under the cloak the person is dressed head to toe in an outfit. It is Red, and black standard Deadpool gear (TM) that he normally wears when he is out and about. He is also armed not really hiding most the weapons though he just ignores them for now. "That is a good question. Are we friends?" and grins at the other man noding to Sarah, "I like her.. She asks the fun questions." and laughs turning to look at the bar waiting for his drink. "Comon.. lay on me some of that charm." and laughs to himself a bit.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau shakes his head slowly, "Dat's like asking are yah friends wit' a Tsunami... or a 'urricane... or a nucler explosion. Wad don' 'ave friends. He jus' a force of nature who cause destruction and terror where ever he go." And that is coming from someone who kinda sorta /likes/ the other man. He shakes his head and adds, "On top of everyt'ing else last Ah 'eard 'e was under dis delusion he trapped in some text based role playing game."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"Great,"Sarah muttered to herself. Then again people weren't believers of the stories her told.<br><br>"Find a seat. By the way, you can call me Sarah. Just Sarah." Like the last name would be 'hers' if she told them one.. And if you believe *that* she's got a nice beach front in Florida that she wants to sell you. She gestures to an open seat.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>Wade leans back glancing over at Remy, "Awww ya make it seem so bad." he looks at Sarah and continues, "It really isn't well.. not all at once of course, and you do make friends along the way." he shrugs a bit, "But then you have to kill their boyfriend, and the trama just escilates." he waves a hand in the air with a yawn. "But that is the winds they don't care.. still it isn't boring. May we all live in interesting times right?" and laughs again turning as his drink is deliverd. "In the end all of our fate is the same.. why not make it a bit interesting?"<br><br>His drink comes with a little umbrella in it though it looks like some kind of juices wrapped in layer after layer of different types of rum. He looks at it with a smile, "And about the rest... well lets just say I have found my answer.. a distraction. Something to keep me here and not wandering about... other things." he reaches over and grabs a straw from the other side of the bar. When the bartender starts moving over to stop him he just glares, and the bartender is thankfull it is something small enough to look over. "Well Sarah, any more interesting questions? I am sure my associate here could answer most of the normal ones." he pops the straw in, "Though you have to put up with what he calls wit." and gives Remy a wink as he stops to drink his drink with a grin.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau rubs his face slowly. He wasn't even trying to pick up Sarah, not really... Just have a pleasent conversation at a seedy bar with a rather attractive female. Nothing his girlfriend and their dog would even object to! Still now he has to run interference to protect her from Deadpool. "Wade," he says rubbing his face in already mounting frustration... "Yah know living in interesting times is supposed ta be a curse right?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"That's why I trust no one." Sarah lifts her beer at Remy. "Sorry. But it's true. Everyone has a price that they can be bought out for." She takes a drink. "You can be an acquaintance if you want."<br><br>That almost brings a smirk across her lips.<br><br>"Oh god, isn't it." It was a curse, most definitely, bug she was curious how Deadpool was the epitome of it.<br><br>As for Remy, she didn't know about his girlfriend, but neither was she looking.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>Deadpool stoped and looks up. "It is? Well that makes no sense." he shakes his head at that realization and then leans back to let the drink start doing its thing but sighs as it just isn't enough. "True, trust no-one.. look out for number one. All that." he nods, "I get that, and I can't say I disagree, but I don't know." he stops thinking about it. "I have seen it both ways, stabbed in the back, worked at from an arms distance never tursting anyone. As soon as you try to move forward." he shrugs a bit. "It ends the same way just how good you can dodge those winds of distruction."<br><br>"So both of you want to live old, boring lives... Live to see the future, and what it might entail. Even if nothing happends nothing progresses." he shakes his head, "It all turns stale, and boring?" he takes another drink of his drink. "I thought better of you Sarah, but I guess no-ones perfect." and grins a bit at her. "If one can not enjoy the chaos, it is how we thrive. We are better for it then we were before."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"No, I don't expect to live to my old age. If I live long enough, I'll be happy." Really? Sarah would be happy to see John into his 20's. That's her goal.<br><br>"You?" She nods as Remy leaves.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:14|Remy LeBeau (14)}} has posed:'''<br>Remy LeBeau pinches the bridge of his nose. "Good god 'e's going ta wax philisophical." He finishes his beer in two long pulls shaking his head and says as he stands up, "Free advice chere? Get out of 'ere 'fore he starts shooting up de place... dats not an if, it's a when..." And Remy heads for the door.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>Deadpool grins at her, and looks at her a bit with a nod. "I have the opposite problem Sarah.. See I will always live." he grins and nods holding a hand up. "Oh I know things can still die like I have a friend all his bones were replaced nd he lived through it. No.. I mean it will not happen it can not happen." he shrugs a bit at that. "So I do what I want, when I want.. I am kind of like you though on my own side so what can ya do."<br><br>He looks at her with a grin, "I would love to see the end within your lifetime, but it is never going to happen.. So I manage." he holds the glass up. Then with the laugh, "Could be worse I guess.. Whats your gig, tell me it isn't vampires.."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Sarah was about to ask him about the cryptic remark, when he answered it. "Really? I know several things that can't die officially. They're not humans though." She frowns for a moment as she thinks about his friend who lived through losing, and replacing his bones.<br><br>Really she doesn't want to believe that, but since John had been born, perhaps earlier - after all, they had tried the kill her first - she has really had to believe lots of things that she wouldn't have prior.<br><br>She shrugs. "Me? Not vampires." Oh god, they were real too? "Just a feeling I get. You know? Like someone is watching over my back, and not in the good way."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>He nods with a smile, "Really.. You want me to show you?" he asks pulling out a gun right there at the bar in a almost excited voice though when he does this a few people stand getting ready to draw on him. The Bartender looks over at Sarah with a warning look of panic. Deadpool sighs, and looks at her... "Maybe another way?" and grins a bit putting the gun away again though slowly this time. She might of realized how fast that draw was the experience of someone who had to be quick.<br><br>He sits bak down, and the area seems to be calming again he looks at her with a sigh, "No sense of humor anymore.. <br><br>So you got the stalker going huh." he shakes his head on that one. "That is a tough one.. We talking goverment or.." he looks at her with squinted eyes look as if he were focusing. "No.. You have that cagey always on we all do." he shakes his head again. "Well maybe your lucky and it is just a feeling. Being crazy isn't that bad really. There is some relief in knowing after a while."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Ooooh, he said the bad word: Crazy.<br><br>And she didn't flinch when he attempted to pull out a gun.<br><br>"I'm not crazy." No matter what the doctors had said. Three years she had been cooped up in a mental asylum, fighting for her freedom while they had done all they could to lock her down permanently. Of course she had escaped. "They are after me."<br><br>Not the government, but worse: Terminators.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>Wade holds his hands up at the claim of saneness.. "I am sorry, I was not saying you were.. Only that the alternative might not be so bad once ya think about it." he grins and nods to her. "I know your not crazy, I have seen crazy." he thinks about his time in the wards. He sighs a bit as he missed some of them though they were also inmates so of course he would. Shaking that thought away again. He looks at his drink and considers it a bit then with a shrug he takes another drink.<br><br>Looking over at her he nods. "How long they been chasing?" he asks not looking at her as he thinks about it. He has been on the run for a long time as well, but he was always in the thick of it no matter where he went. "I only ask cause I seen always on people like you.." he smiles a bit, "Usually they burn up.. Ya know how it is.. the whole things gets too much." he glances at her. "But not you.." he finishes with a curious voice, but just grins like he is oblivious to anything.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"17 years." Sarah's reply is fast. She doesn't need time to think of an answer. She *knows* it. Intimately. She drinks her beer quietly.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>Deadpool whistles.. "17 years.. huh." he looks at her again with an eye and grins. "Not bad, I am surprised really it is the first part that usually gets people. How to always be on and watching, though I guess after that long ya must be good at it." he looks out at the bar turning from facing her. "I got my start as military." he salutes a bit in a relaxed fashion. "Yes sir, no sir.. Ya know the gig right?" he shakes his head and grins. "Those were good days, everything normal."<br><br>With a chuckle he shrugs again, "But ya know how it is.. Some secret orginzation gets bug up their ass and in you go." he turns to look at her. "You don't have claws right? Everyone with claws I have met has hatted me I just can't figure out why." and thinks about it. Of course it is because he has either attempted to kill, or been part of something that went against them. Though Dp wouldn't of taken it personally so doesn't understand them at all.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"17 years, give or take a few months." Sarah shrugs. She's only taken a few swigs of her beer. "I don't know if I would say I'm good at avoiding them, but I've certainly become more aware of the dangers." And how!<br><br>"Of course I don't have claws, but that doesn't mean I like you any more." Or less. Everyone is lumped into 'those I trust' and 'those I don't', and currently there were only two people who she trusted: John and Derek. Anyone else she regarded with skepticism.<br><br>..Or worse.<br><br>"What happened?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>Deadpool kicks his feet leaning back against the bar so he can not be touching the ground as he listens to her. He was on his third drink, and well it was hard to tell, but he wasn't acting different then when he walked in so who knows what state he is in. He laughs at the claw remake and shakes his head. "It doesn't really matter who ya like or don't in the end. It is all just.." he thinks about it for a minute to try to explain. "Its like your in a snow storm with zero visability wondering about yelling about your own thing while feet away there are others doing the same.. over and over." he shrugs, "Trust just makes us feel better." and chuckles. Then she asks him what happened..<br><br>He stops a moment legs stop kicking and he turns looking at her. He is quiet a moment thinking as he tilts his head in considertion serious look on his mask. "Do you want to know.. That is a heavy question." he just stares at her direcion. "Should I tell you?" he asks again as if the first question didn't matter. He doesn't smile just look at you with a plain serious look waiting though he doesn't actually answer the question.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"Maybe?" Sarah says of the trust. "I wouldn't know it. It's simpler to figure everyone is out to get you. Leaves you less dead."<br><br>She makes it sound so normal, the way you might answer 'How was your day', or, 'It sure was sunny out today!'. Hey, Sarah, who do you trust? Nobody. And her features are blank.<br><br>"I can't tell you whether or not to answer me, you realise that." Still she waits for him to divulge the tale.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>Deadpool looks around a bit, and shrugs. "Why not.. Alright here it is as you know I was a soldier. Got sick, big C got me.. Cancer. So I left my girl, left everything.. Trying to get a cure." he laughs and points o his drink for the bartender. "Turns out.. It was weapon X.. Some hush hush goverment project to make the perfect fighter. There were a lot of us, they had us all thrown into a pit some where up in canada, I was sick, but none of them could take me." he laughs at that though it had been close that there was no Deadpool back then.<br><br>He waves a hand, "I kept winning, and they kept poking.. Eventually they got something right, and poof.. I can heal from anything." he holds a hnd up and grabs one of his finger bending it sideways with a loud crack. There is a wince as he felt it, but he looks at the finger as even before your eyes it starts healing the finger slowly poping back into place. He shrugs a bit, "So now I can heal over, and over.. So life happends. And it seems I get cursed.. Some Titan in space doesn't want me to die, so even if it was possible before.. Now it is worse. So even if I would go, my 'soul' if you will is stuck. So I just keep on regenerating.. keep on healing.. No matter what."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>Sarah *listens*.<br><br>It would seem he's not immediately dangerous to her. But she still doesn't trust him still. He's just not the government, or a Terminator.<br><br>Still his was a horrible tale, prefaced by another. "Sorry you fell victim to cancer." Because he did. This isn't a life. He just was around to see his life end.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>Deadpool looks forward with a grin. "When the limits are released there are things that become clear. I have not seen the future though I know what it entails. None of this matters really.. This bar, you, me, none of it. As soon it will all be gone." he laughs and makes a poof sound opening a fist as he does.. "Dust in the wind." and laughs again this time a bit much though he reels it back in. He glances at her, and nods. "So why not do what you want? Do whatever it is one can do. Blow up a bar, lock the doors so no-one can get out while you set the inside on fire.. who cares." when he says this the bartender seems worried, and a lot of the people inside look at the closed door. No-one makes their way to it yet, but it looks like this might not be the first time he had done something like this so they are nervious."<br><br>He sighs a bit, and slowly puts a gun on the bar, and then another one both pistols. "Speaking of which.. It has been quiet. It might be time to do something.. rash soon." he leaves them there they are both well kept Desert Eagle Mark XIX and seem to be loaded with safty off just sitting there infront of him. There is a quiet in the room as everyone who has been chatting in the background stops quietly watching what is about to happen next.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:9892|Sarah Connor (9892)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sure, you /can/, but what's the fun in that?"<br><br>Sarah leans across the bar. "So what. You don't see the future. Or, maybe you do, and it's frightening how similar to the past it is. Man wasn't made to look in the big picture. We are doomed to see our own slice of life from our point of view."<br><br>"Witness you."<br><br>She shrugs. "I'm trying to change that. Well, sort of. If what I do is successful, all the people won't even know how dangerously close they have become to being nothing. Just a blip."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:106|Deadpool (106)}} has posed:'''<br>Deadpool looks at her, and smiles. "I don't think you quite get it, but fine. It has been a nice talk, and I can do things elsewhere for once." he glances around at the bar changing his mind on a whim. He picks up the guns he placed on the bar earlier putting them away. "Perhaps next time I will show you how little all this matters." he waves to the bar and finishes his drink through a straw. He stands and gives her a nod. "We should not meet again Sarh, because if we do it will end badly." and grins at her.<br><br>With that he turns and pushes a button heading out, the two large men open the door for him covered by the night to hide their features, as he starts leaving the bar everyone around taking a breath realizing how close they might of all been to the end tonight. The bartender slowly returning to give her a free drink for he service in the name of the bar.<br> <br>
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