5611/Tourney: My Red Suit Bro!

Tourney: My Red Suit Bro!
Date of Scene:	20 October 2018
Location:	Kairos Island
Synopsis:	Deadpool and Wade discuss Spider-Man, cancer kids, and jobs. They bond. Kind of.
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Daredevil
Tinyplot:	Tourney

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Deadpool has posed:
    On the side of the fighting pit in the audience stands area is a weird sight. For people that can see things like images and colors. There is a perfect vision of Spider-Man present. He is building some kind of scarecrow like character out of spandex, hot glue, straw, toilet paper bunched up, and various other ingrediants.

    Don't trip over the extension cord on that glue gun. It is REALLY LONG.

    That's what she said!

    For those people that aren't using their eyes to see things, Deadpool is there, and reeks of duct tape. He's taped in a few areas, and has some blood on his suit along the areas that have now been repaired with duct tape. He is cheerfully stuffing the scarecrow character with some of the used wrappers out of a taco fast food joint bag.

Daredevil has posed:
Coming down to the fighting rings for a bit of a breather, Daredevil pauses his walk when he hears the distinctive sound of ductape and finds Deadpool of all people working on what he guessed might be a practice dummy? Hard to say given what he'd heard of the man.

"Hey," he greets, coming over , stepping over that extention cord.

"I'm sort of afraid to ask, but, that a practice dummy or doing a little ring side modern art?"

Deadpool has posed:
    "That... would be sensible, except there are so many people here that are already dummies, and bleed so much better," Deadpool answers, peppy, without turning yet. "See, my buddy is too busy to be here, so I decided he could be here in spirit. Or in like. Straw-man form. And then after I can set it on fire to show my displeasure at being stood up. I have a great cheerleader outfit for him to have worn and it is not going to be wasted. I made it all the way to the finals." There is a lot of rapidfire chatter out of the strange character.

    Deadpool pauses, dripping hotglue from the gun in a long spider-web like strand, and turns, to look at the arrival. "Hi! I was supposed to talk to you. Shit. Shit. I forget why." Deadpool taps the glue gun's side 'stock' against his head, as if trying to jar the memory out.

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil cocks his head a little and smirks at the dummy remark. "Fair point," he allows, though as Deadpool gets a bit further into his explanation, Daredevil gets that 'sorry I asked' look on his face.

"So who's it supposed to be?" he says, hoping that might be a bit more sane.

"And she did? Really don't remember why?' he asks, he had ideas, but given everything going on there were a lot of options.

Deadpool has posed:
"Spider-Man. I figured the glue would add some spider-webbiness," Deadpool says, starting to stuff a few more pieces of wrapper in. But then he finds a taco wrapper that has contents. "Treasure. Like finding money, only with cheese." That gets set aside for later. Spider-Man doesn't get that taco. Just trash.

    "She did what? Who is 'she'?" Deadpool requests, interested. "I think it was maybe that we're awesome. I sometimes get these play-dates suggested to me. It's not unusual. I try not to question it."

Daredevil has posed:
Okay that gets a laugh out of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. He makes a show of tilting his head and lies. It's still just a human shape, the nuance and webiness is sort of lost on him. "Yeah, I see it now," he says about Spider-Man. Peter was definitely going to hear about this later. Matt might even check if he needs a restraining order or something... because jeeze.

"Elektra," Daredevil supplies. "She said you should talk to me, did she say why?"

Deadpool has posed:
    "We're a spitting image of each other. Or will be. Not yet. I'm going to use a mirror when it matters," Deadpool says, remembering that he has his inducer going. Which probably sounds like a lot of confusing commentary without the visual to explain what Deadpool is talking about.

    "My inducer is better, like 3-D. Then I can get the right shape to the ass." There, now it makes total sense, right. "Was it Elektra?" Deadpool asks, surprised. "Were you there? Can you tell me why? I feel like I'm in a twilight zone episode where I was dreaming but not really." There's a pause. "Head injury. Yep. Right. I think it was about that I'm a mercenary and do things for money. Jobs usually. Various kinds of jobs. And yes, those too."

Daredevil has posed:
Yeaaah, Daredevil follows about half of that but tries his best to nod along like he knows what Wade's talking about. He's probably not the first or last to do that though.

The ass comment though? Definitely talking to Pete about that restraining order. "So how do you know Spider-Man?" he asks unable to keep from being curious. Sort of like a car crash, horrible, but you can't not pay attention.

"I wasn't there, you just said, she'd wanted you to talk to me," Daredevil sighs, listening to him talk about jobs. "Wait, you're a mercenary? Did she hire you to work for me?" Wouldn't be the strangest parting gift Elektra could send.

Deadpool has posed:
    "Spidey and I go waaay back. He's a good role model for me. Morals. Not murdering people that aren't deserving. Sharing tips about our suits and how to wear them best," Deadpool says, slapping the straw-man's butt. The whole thing topples over. "Nooooo! Spidey!" Deadpool gasps with real horror, and dives to rescue it. It falls into pieces. Kind of like dust. "Don't be disintegrated," Deadpool cries, dropping to his knees in the pile of mess. His shoulders drop.

    "That does sound like me. To accept work for pay. So sure, let's go with she did that," Deadpool decides, but there's still a heavy heart and sadness to the loss of Spidey-crow.

Daredevil has posed:
Leaning into the insanity, Daredevil actually tries to save Spider-Crow before he falls and crumbles leaving Wade cradling him like a lost love.

"Sorry," Daredevil offers, inspite of himself.

"Alright, so, we'll go with that, I could likely use your help," he'd watched the man fight, crazy as he was, he could definitely handle himself. "Rule one of the job though, is no killing, and I mean it. I am not sure if Elektra would have made that clear or not." His money was on not.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool remains there cradling the Spider-crow for a little bit longer. "Just as well he wasn't here for his own disintegration. THAT shit is unpleasant," Deadpool sighs, dropping the cradled mess and getting up. He's reoriented very, very quickly. Snapping into an almost chilly focused awareness.

    "So the job isn't assassination? Okay. I do good threats, too. Is someone stalking you and you need them to not be doing that? I have expertise in stalking. It mostly involves stalking them." Deadpool lifts his hands some in a deep full-body shrug. All of his gestures tend to involve his whole body coming into play. The shrug somehow was in his toes. He's animated. "So long as there isn't the bullshit 'no weapons' rule that keeps happening in this contest, THAT has been negative twelve on the fun-o-meter."

Daredevil has posed:
Dardevil lets Wade cradle Spider-Crow in peace for a moment, giving the man a chance to mourn... Okay yeah he might be leaning into this a bit too far now.

"No, it's mostly ninjas," Daredevil says about the job. "You can use all the weapons you want, but nobody dies, got it?" he explains, 'looking' at Wade for his response, checking his heartbeat, though, that is likely as unusual as the rest of him.

Deadpool has posed:
    It's erratic. Shockingly. Sometimes it's healthy. Sometimes less so. The cancer is heavy. It does weird things as it forms and heals. Monitoring it might be akin to watching someone vomit over and over. Dry heaving maybe.

    "Yeah. So are you collecting them to make a ninja torture chamber hole, or just get them to back off? I'm happy to bonk some ninja skulls. Nicely, just concussions. But. Sounds great. Is it paid per ninja-hat collected, maybe? I'm a go-getter."

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil's never run into a heartbeat that's made him queasy, but now he can say he has. He gets nothing from that heartbeat except the urge to find a quiet place to hurl. That said, opening his senses to the hearbeat brought with it all the rest, body constantly shifting dying and healing coming across all of his senses, it was as sad as it was dizzying.

He takes a breath, shutting out the details even while he places a hand on Wade's shoulder. "What happened to you?" he asks.

As for the job. "Getting them to back off, and, um sure, by the hat works," he says with a bit of a smile. He was never sure what those things were called.

Deadpool has posed:
    "What happened to me when? Like as a child to make me who I am?" Wade asks, puzzled, but not at all dodging the sudden odd closeness that Daredevil seems to desire. "Don't vomit on me, please. Not one of my kinks," Deadpool says in a very gentle but puzzled way, patting the back of the hand put on his shoulder.

    "They're actually called zukin. The hood part. If you want the mask fukumen part that's extra. Also I try to respect people's masks. Hidden identities an' all. Mask bro doesn't unmask mask bro."

Daredevil has posed:
"The cancer," Daredevil asks, at least that is what it felt like. Though now that he'd opened the door he felt he couldn't just close it. "Um, but whatever you want to talk about."

The bit of info was stored away, zukin, fukumen. "Just the zukin," he says. "I'm working on a bit of a budget. And I glad to hear it," he says about the masks. "That was going to be rule number two," he says. "People have their reasons for keeping their faces hidden."

Deadpool has posed:
    "Oh! Sure. I have cancer of the everything," Wade says, quickly adjusting. And seemingly fine with it. Although there's a bit too MUCH cheer about it. So it may not be as fine after all. But Deadpool is a weird read. Like trying to read a comic book that's made up of a huge variety of issues out of sequence and not drawn great. And lots are Liefeld.

    "So I heal the cancer and then there's more cancer and it's sort of like a living see-saw of fucked. I keep my face on because of that, mostly. The screaming and crying is noisy," Deadpool explains, pointing at his mask for 'face'. "I'm not secret squirrel, or even secret 'possom, though. Even if roadkill would be a kind descriptor for my skin condition: I'm Wade also. It's cool. Don't feel like obligated to share or anything."

Daredevil has posed:
Dardevil is definitely learning Wade is a weird read and a difficult one too. He frowns, not quite able to keep up with the shifts of mood, though his sudden cheer, does ring a bit false.

"Face?" he begins to ask before he mask is pointed to and nods. "And I thought I had bad days, what gets you through it?" he asks.

The name though is taken and spoken, "Wade, huh? I won't share it around."

Deadpool has posed:
    "If you do share it, make sure you get something good back. I'm high currency," Deadpool assures him. He remembered the taco, and sits down on one of the bleachers, pulling the front of mask up just to over his nose, and beginning to eat the cold taco. "What gets me through? THE JOB!" Deadpool says intensely, and then shrugs and laughs. "I dunno. I can't seem to die, so. I get bored of depression, rather cut somebody up. Deserving, of course. Bad guys. You know it. Anyway. And here I am." He grins, and chomps taco.
    "Brought my cancer kids to show 'em there's more than just being a sad sack of cancer-shit. They can fight too. They weren't JUST here to cheerlead for me."

Deadpool has posed:
    "Which is really good, because they SUCK at making a pyramid."

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil sits too, though without a taco to eat. "Don't worry, Wade, I won't trade it," he promises, not that Wade seemed that worried.

As for what gets him through it, "I'd probably be the same way, just less cutting," he says, and it was true enough. Half the reason he put on this suit was to work through his issues through punching bad guys.

"And wondered about them, they coming to see you in the final?" he asks.

Deadpool has posed:
    "Not all of them. Chad died, uh, yesterday I think," Deadpool reports, picking at some of the duct tape on a knee. "But one of the other boys has a make-a-wish, he wants to fight with me as my sidekick. So we'll see if we can squeeze him in." There's full seriousness here, it probably isn't a joke. It may just be more of whether or not Deadpool remembers the whole thing later, or not. Or if somebody with good sense steps in before it actually is made reality.

    "Sometimes you just gotta cut. HEY. That reminds me. I gotta pick up my dry-cleaning. I got another suit that isn't duct-taped to hell," Deadpool says, snapping his fingers, and eating the rest of the taco in one semi-choking swallow. Chew food? NAH. "If you got a good resource for suit repair, fuck, I could use it."

Daredevil has posed:
Daredevil is literally speechless, unsure of what to say, it's a first, and one he's sure a bunch of his friends would lhave loved to see. "I'm sorry, if you need someone to bring him to his parents, or, let them know, I'm willing to help. How old was he?" he says. suddenly serious.

Sadly dead kids trump sidekicks and the other bit is missed, probably for the best.

"And I do, um Potter's Costume shop in Hell's Kitchen. Tell him Red sent you. He'll help you out. Anyhow, don't let me keep you," he says not really questioning where the guy was going to pick up drycleaning on a private island. That was the least weirdes thing about this conversation.

Deadpool has posed:
    Deadpool doesn't realize making Daredevil speechless is a feat. Mostly because a LOT of people (A LOT) do the open-mouth sort of staring thing at him while he chatterboxes. It's normal. "I didn't just STEAL him from his parents. He was an orphan. I'm not a heartless asshole," Deadpool remarks. "...Okay, I am, but I didn't do /that/." ... "This time." He squints in his mask a little. "I can't remember if Emma's parents know she's here. Probably?" Yes, probably seems right.

    "He should be buried proper-like. Funeral. I don't know. He was eleven. Shit sucks. Don't think too hard on it. Makes you wanna blow your brains out. Doesn't help, either. Just makes you forget about talking to Elektra," Deadpool says, wisely. Cancer of the everything includes brain. Plus gunshots?

    "Not keeping me; not kept fresh or tasty. I'm going to spoil no matter what!" A grin shows; his mask is still raised, so it's gruesome, semi-lipless due to the face issues. His teeth are great, at least. Gums, no.

    "Okay. Boop time," Deadpool says, looking to his belt. He touches a few buttons. "Boop," he repeats, verbally. And is suddenly gone. Teleported.

Daredevil has posed:
The fact Chad was an orphan just deepens Daredevil's sympathies for him. "I'll take care of it, Wade," he says of the funeral arrangements. He was sure Father Lantom would be agreeable. As for the costs, well, he'd consider that pennance.

The mention of the other kids, "I can get them home too, if you want."

Though before there's an answer Wade is pressing buttons and the the strange evershifting mass that was him vanishes from Matt's senses.

All he could say was, "Wow," as the island breezes blew Spider-Crow's filling gently across the fighting grounds.