Nightwing
| Mercenary
| The Regime
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jun 29, 2016 20:54:21 GMT -5
He'd made it to the rendezvous point early. Damian stayed out of sight until it was closer to the time, not wanting to show up too early, and had taken the time to do some reconnaissance on the area. Nightwing, wearing his red armor, could be incredibly sneaky for someone so brightly colored. They didn't see him until he wanted them to see him, and by then his employer's lackey was already waiting at the door to greet him.
Damian moved silently as he was led down the hallway following the other man. He'd been here before, and knew the way, but the youngest Wayne also understood that they didn't trust him. And they shouldn't. Because his loyalty was not as easily bought as his services.
The room wasn't anything interesting to the young mercenary. Not after the first time there. It was an interior room, heavily shielded, and punctuated by a display of monitors that would display his employer and his mission. Nothing else that could give them away. The employer, a grayed out blur with an altered voice, was already visible on one of the screens. Damian afforded the man, he assumed it was a man, a nod before glancing at the other screen.
It was black. Unusually black. The young man's gaze slid from screen to screen and his shoulders tensed as he tried to decide whether this was a trap or not. The lackey had left, leaving only Damian and what seemed to be a glorified IT person in the room. They were hunched over their computer, totally absorbed, and the young mercenary didn't necessarily consider them a threat.
"I apologize for the delay," the voice on the screen told Damian, the sudden noise startling him so he sunk slightly lower into a more solid stance. He was ready to fight, but no one was here. "We're still waiting on another associate."
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Deadpool
| Mercenary
| Marvel
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Deadfool? Excuse me, more like Deadcool-
Player:
Maid
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Post by Wade W. Wilson on Jul 1, 2016 13:34:20 GMT -5
 Golden Girls, a classical television show that Wade adored, was a perfectly reasonable excuse as to why he was running a tad late for a meeting with a client. After all, it wasn't every day where Wilson got to binge watch the show because the program was doing some sort of marathon so, in his books, it had defiantly been worth the extra couple of minutes to stick around to the end of the episode. Though, when the episode had gone to credits, and about to air another episode of the Golden Girls, instead of sticking around, Wade managed to tear his gaze from the television and head out to the checkpoint where the meeting would be held.
Arriving on scene, Deadpool was greeted by an overly large male who didn't utter a single word before turning and heading down a hallway which Wade assumed meant that he needed to follow the man, though his pace was quite slow almost like a turtle. "Hey buddy. Can we pick up the pace? Or better yet, I'll race you!"
No response stirred from the man nor did his pace increase, causing the Deadpool to allow a noisy, exaggerated sigh to slip from his mask as he continued to follow the man that was simply no fun at all or perhaps he was afraid of losing to the mercenary? Either way, Wade had met accountants who were a lot more fun, then this guy which was saying a lot considering that their career choice dealt with mathematics. The torture came to an end though, when Wade entered a dark room, though it would have been too dark to see a single thing if it hadn't been for the monitors which one of them displayed a blurred out man whom Wade guessed was the employer.
With the only source of light coming from the monitors, Wade saw the figure of two other human beings and questioned if they were more, beefcakes who were hired to make sure Wade didn't do something crazy or if this was some sort of fight to the death in order to get the job which either option was okay with Deadpool, though he kind of hoped it was the fight to the death option. Halting in his steps, Wade titled his head back into a s'up gesture, only standing a few inches from one of the figures who was a few feet away, though from the side, Wade could defiantly tell the other was male and wearing some red in his suit, though not a lot which also had Wade shaking his head in disappointment. Almost.
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Nightwing
| Mercenary
| The Regime
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jul 1, 2016 22:05:30 GMT -5
Damian allowed his stance to relax slightly as he waited for this other mysterious, and late, associate. The room was dark, and silent except for the hum of machines and the occasional clicking of the tech person typing. Footsteps soon punctuated the technological white noise, and Damian's glare slid back to the door. Wade's arrival was met with suspicion. The scowl on Damian's face was clear, since only his eyes were covered, as he glowered at the other man in red.
"Excellent," the voice on the screen said, drawing Damian's attention from Deadpool back to their employer. "Welcome gentlemen," he said graciously. The younger of the two said nothing. He'd already acknowledged their employer. "As you know, you're here because I have a job for you to do."
"I'm not working with him," Damian spoke his voice low and angry. He worked alone. He wasn't part of the Regime anymore. The youngest Wayne was of the opinion that he shouldn't have to put up with idiots during missions.
"Of course you are, Nightwing," their employer said lightly, his robotically modulated voice sounding mocking. "You're going to work together and you're going to complete the task."
"Double the pay," the mercenary decided, his voice authoritative. "Double it, or I walk."
"No," came the response. Damian turned to leave, but was stopped by the large man standing with his arms folded in front of the door, and the voice that said, "Get back here, boy." Nightwing was bristling at the insult, his teeth clenched tightly and the muscle along his jaw pulsing, as he turned back towards the screen. "I will see that you're properly compensated should the mission end successfully. Now, if you're both done?" The man waited a few heartbeats before plowing on regardless with the mission details:
"A group of men formerly in my employ decided to steal something from me thinking I wouldn't notice. I want you to hunt them down, eliminate them, and then bring me back what belongs to me." on the other screen flashed files of the six men in question. Four of them were not human. One had telekinetic abilities, one could shape shift, one could shoot energy from his hands, and the last could set off an electric charge like a souped up eel. Their friends were humans, and ex Navy Seal, and a tech wizard who'd hacked into the pentagon before being offered US citizenship. Obviously, he wasn't terribly loyal to anyone but himself.
The six men, according to the information their employer was giving them, had left New York City heading north west. Intelligence speculated that they were headed towards the border. Not that it would save them. Damian accepted the device he was given that contained further documentation than what was on the screen. It was probably a tracking device too, but that didn't matter too much to the young mercenary. He accepted the ear bug from the tech guy, and frowned as he shoved the radio in one of his many belt pockets.
"Bring the asset back to me intact," the man reminded the pair of mercenaries as they were given the gear required by their employer. Damian's lenses did little to hide his eye roll, which could be seen in the tilt of his head, but he nodded his understanding. They would retrieve the stolen item, which was apparently some sort of weapon, without hurting it. Probably.
"Any further questions?" their employer asked. The last time. Damian shook his head and glanced at Sockface.
Tag: Wade W. Wilson
Notes: Hope you don't mind I kind of steamrolled past getting the info about the mission. The fun part's when we're in the field. >D This is gunna be fun~<3 |
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Deadpool
| Mercenary
| Marvel
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Deadfool? Excuse me, more like Deadcool-
Player:
Maid
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Post by Wade W. Wilson on Jul 12, 2016 21:17:59 GMT -5
Pleasantries was a common occurrence in the mercenary business, though Wade wasn't fond of them after all, the male much rather be given the mission and sent on his way, then deal with well, the conversation that was happening at this very moment, but the unsettling conversation took a drastic turn when the employer announced the pair would be working together instead of battling to the death for the job to which, Wade's partner in crime declared that he wasn't going to work with him.
"Well, I don't want to work with you either boy wonder." Wade chirped out, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched the other male attempt to stroll out of the room as he was denied to be paid double the amount only to be blocked from his goal by a brute of a male, who easily loomed menacingly over the kid and even Wade himself. Their employer wasn't content with the boy wonder's answer, restating that the two would work together, despite the little groan that came from Wade after all, couldn't he just let mister boy wonder leave?
Even so, stating the duo would be paid handsomely for their efforts or at least that was what Wade heard, their employee briefed them on the mission about some employees who stole company property and of course, needed to be hunted down, but plot twist that wasn't really a plot twist, four out of the six guys weren't human! "And to think, I missed Golden Girls for this." Deadpool muttered under his breath, arms still crossed as he titled his head back and refrained from letting out another groan to show his displeasure.
Though, at the very least, he would be able to chop their heads off and watch them run around like chickens for a little bit which would be a little entertaining, but not as much fun as watching re-runs of the Golden Girls though. Finally, the stolen piece was shown to be a type of weapon which looked quite sweet and perhaps if it could mass destruction, then Wade would take a chance at sneaking off with the bad boy at some point in the job after all, who needed money when you could have a sweet new weapon? Following the grand reveal of the weapon, the tech nerd strolled his way over to wade, where he was handed some technology as well, though if one was speaking honestly, these pieces of equipment except perhaps the radio and ear bug would end up in the trash.
With no questions that needed to be asked, Wade was quick to glance over at Boy Wonder before grinning behind his mask before uttering a single phrase that would probably piss off any sane adult. "I call dibs on being leader, sucker."
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Nightwing
| Mercenary
| The Regime
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jul 13, 2016 20:06:02 GMT -5
Damian's upper lip curled in dislike at Wade's words. That wasn't a question, though their employer chuckled slightly at the two mercenaries jockeying for power, and the man disconnected from the conversation leaving his screen black. It didn't stay black for long. The pictures from before now flashed across both screens. The younger mercenary glanced at them again, finding no new information, before turning to glare at Deadpool.
"I don't take orders from idiots," the younger man in black and red responded dismissively, clicking a "TT" sound in disgust. Neither of the other men in the room said anything. One probably wouldn't have survived dumb comments. The tech guy didn't look like he got much exercise that didn't involve lugging a computer from point a to point b. The other probably didn't care enough about their bickering to comment. He stood silent, and immovable, but had at least moved enough away from the door that the two mercenaries could pass.
The smaller one didn't bother with the door yet. He'd seemed rather distracted by the technology he'd been given, and what the tech guy was explaining to him in a mumbled voice, but the moment Wilson moved the wrong way Damian attacked. It wasn't a lethal attack. Just enough of a throw to try and slam the other mercenary into the wall. To get his attention. The younger man moved closer.
"Make no mistake," Damian said, his voice lowered, his expression dangerous, "he hired us in the hopes we'd kill each other off after completing most of the contract, and I won't hesitate if it comes to that. But I'd rather him pay for the inconvenience."
It was the offering of a truce. Sort of.
"You're not in charge, and don't get in my way."
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Deadpool
| Mercenary
| Marvel
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Deadfool? Excuse me, more like Deadcool-
Player:
Maid
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Post by Wade W. Wilson on Jul 30, 2016 12:55:41 GMT -5
Dislike, an emotion that shined on the others face, and to anyone in the room, it was obvious that an opinion was being formed of Wilson, though the mercenary only seemed to be amused by the situation much like their employer before he disconnected. Of course, following the disconnection of their employer, the screen started to show the same information that the duo was briefed on and Wade opted to ignore the screens after all, they've been briefed and now was the time to leave so that bodies could start dropping like flies! Yet, his partner had a different idea in mind, one that resorted to name calling and fiddling with the devices that had been handed to them by the weird, pale nerd who probably hasn't seen the outside world in like twenty years.
"I'm sorry, but what language are you speaking? It kind of sounds a lot like bullshit." The male uttered back, a slight tone of impatience lacked within his words as the mercenary was beyond ready to move out and start the job. Of course, the other mercenary didn't seem as eager to move out, and started to talk to the dweeb that handed them technology, honestly, the whole situation was a bit frustrating hence Wade decided to move, he was going to leave the kid and complete the mission on his own because by the time the boy wonder finished talking with mega-nerd, the mission would be completed and Wade would have all the money from it.
Yet, the moment that Wade took a step forward, the moment that he decided to move a single muscle, the other was quick to slam him into the nearest wall, where his expression darkened and he spoke in a low tone, one that demanded to be taken serious, but Wade couldn't mainly because the other was making idle threads and promises that had Wilson holding in a fit of laughter, though a few muffled laughs slipped out, though Wilson composed himself. Instead, he figured he would let little boy wonder figured out why the whole 'dying thing' wasn't going to happen to him if it came down to anything.
"Whatever you say, boy wonder. You ready to go now, or are you going to waste more time with another speech?"
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