[ It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue. ]

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

WHO: jamie_prime and mouth_breathing; superxgrlfriend, doubleoohbaby, hhhhfuckedagain, wadewilson and deadredbird; apocalypsewench and cry_andletloose
WHERE: A warehouse outside the city.
WHEN: Late Saturday/early Sunday
SUMMARY: Emplate nabbed Jamie for noms and now there are Emplate!dupes waiting for Monet to walk into his trap. He probably wasn't expecting her to bring a few people who don't mind shooting him in the face.
WARNINGS: Violence and character death.
FORMAT: I'm going with quick para for now, but whatever you guys want, really. Tag yourselves in when you're available!



[ Monet distracts herself with clothing, checking and rechecking her gloves, stretching out new leather, scuffing her heels against the pavement. It's dark at the rendezvous point and she's alone for the moment, drowning in her thoughts, so concentrating on the physical material is helping to keep her from asking herself, over and over, as she's asked herself every day for last seven years, why. Why her, why her family, why ever, why now? Why couldn't her brother have been born with the X-gene that allowed him to propel through the air like a rocket or turn into a giant rock? Would it even have made a difference? Would anything? Would he have still turned out this way, so angry, bitter, evil?

Monet knows so much but this she'll never know. What if, what if, what if. A dangerous game to play on a good day. This is not a good day.

She crosses her arms over her chest and waits for her team, and picks the lint from her coat because it's easier than wondering if her father would ever forgive her, or why she needs his forgiveness at all. ]

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The Rendezvous Point: OPEN

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"It's time to kick the tires and light the fires, Big Mama."

Deadpool's loaded for bear, swords and heavy guns strapped to his back, spinning a pair of guns on his fingers.

"Crap, I just quoted a Roland Emmerich movie. That's not a good sign."

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

Monet bit the inside of her cheek and expertly ignored the voice in her head that told her that this was a bad idea. It sounded a lot like Paige. "You can quote any movies you'd like," she said, putting a finger to her temple, "as long as you take care of business."

If she didn't end up dead, she was going to end up with a colossal headache.

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind for when you inevitably fall into the sack with Wade's Wonderful Winkyland."

Despite the sleaze, he's definitely focused on business.

"So gimme the skinny, Skinny. How's this lookin' to go down?"

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

"It's a trap," she said, wrapping her coat around herself. "As soon as we open the door, we're likely to be faced with dozens of Emplate duplicates. Your job will be to eliminate them. I'm not sure if the duplicates will have the power to absorb powers in the same way my brother does, but it's definitely a possibility. Stay away from the hands. Aim for the respirator."

Monet's lips turned upward in what might have been a ghost of a smile. "We have a few advantages. First, we know it's a trap. Second, he's definitely not fast enough to dodge bullets. Most importantly, I have a much greater understanding of Jamie's powers than Marius does. Every time a duplicate dies, Jamie suffers incapacitating psychic backlash."

Marius really had no idea how much Jamie suffered.

Now he would know.

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

Standing off to the side, Jason has a long black bag with him full of assorted weaponry, mostly guns. He doesn't have a problem fighting up close, but it's annoying to be outpowered, and he wouldn't break out the fucking tentacles for this even if he knew how. Assuming he would accept the fact he has them.

He doesn't say anything to Monet or the others, though his gaze drifts in her direction from time to time.

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

Monet nodded in Jason's direction. He doesn't seem in the talking mood and she's not quite sure what to say except I wasn't sure you would actually show up, so she figured silence was probably the best course of action. Deadpool would no doubt monopolize the conversation, anyway --

-- and if Monet were one to second guess herself, here might have been it. She could see it now: on the way to the warehouse, Wilson cracks one too many excrement jokes, Todd shoots him in the face, and heads roll. Literally. The vision is disconcerting to say the least, and the voice that sounded suspiciously like Paige scolded her, again, that she really hadn't thought this completely through, had she?

She shifted her eyes away from Jason, tuned Deadpool out, and hoped that the rest of the team would show up soon. Please.

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

In another lifetime, he might have given Monet a cocky smile, and the urge is almost still there, a ghost of it. He just nods instead. There's nothing to talk about, really, as he'd listened in on Deadpool and Monet's conversation; there were plenty of other things they both referenced that were beyond him, but that didn't matter. He could recognize History when he heard it.

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

And when Deadpool did take over every conversation, she welcomed the distraction. She didn't know Jason, but she did acknowledge his intelligence, facility with words and lack of self-censorship. She suspected that if she did take the time to get to know him better -- on another night, not in the middle of a mission to kill her brother, she might have admitted to herself that she wouldn't mind doing so -- they would have a lot in common.

And he had Deadpool pegged, taken down a notch and rendered speechless? "Impressive," she said, mostly to herself, behind the hand she'd had to put to her mouth to keep from laughing.

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"Hey there, Cutie Pie," comes the unwelcome quip from Deadpool at the pretty boy in the domino mask. "You packing a gatling gun in that bag or are you just happy to see me?"

[deadredbird.livejournal.com]

Jesus, another talker. (Jason conveniently ignores the fact that he is too, just not to that extent.) Why the universe has chosen to inflict both Spider-man and Deadpool on him is beyond understanding.

"You got me," he drawls sardonically. "What can I say, I'm excitable before a fight."

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"Well, ain't you precious, then," he retorts, pinching the kid's cheek. "What's your schtick, kiddo? You look like you're trying for a 'Frank Castle by way of the Fonz' look and just coming up with Emilio Estevez trying to be Charlie Sheen."

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

No guns. No bullets. Just Alex Summers striding up to meet the group in black combat gear, a far cry from his more colourful X-Men uniform. He was his own weapon, and he'd made sure to store as much energy as he could since Monet had contacted him.

He acknowledged Monet with a simple nod that said I'm here, and instinctively assessed the others. It was an assorted group gathered here, he thought, and not normally people he'd be fighting with. But he didn't have a problem with it-- not as long as they were all on the same side here.

[apocalypsewench]

Lorna arrived shortly after Alex, appearing in her own dark coloured clothing. She didn't have her X-woman uniform here, so the normal clothes worked for her.

She glanced over at Alex, giving him a bit of a look before turning her attention to Monet. She was ready to save Jamie, and she would kill if necessary. Jamie was not going to die again.

That was her only concern, not who else Monet rounded up.

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'll be an uncle's monkey! If'n it ain't Cryin' Havok and his psychotic paramour Poledances! What brings you into this turkey shoot? Oh, waaaaaait, that's right, the X-Factors that bind, back in the dizzy. Say, you have Doc Samson's number on speed dial? I could use a shrink whose head isn't a giant bell..."

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

"She's not psychotic and she's not my paramour and her codename's Polaris," he stated matter-of-factly as he gave Wade a blank stare. "Doc Samson isn't here, and X-Factor's disbanded but we're here for Jamie. Try to keep up, will you?"

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

Monet bypassed Deadpool completely; let him talk to her back while she greeted Alex and Lorna. While she was grateful for the presence of the firing squad for their firepower, she appreciated Alex and Lorna for reasons completely unrelated. Their priority was Jamie.

"Alex, Lorna," she said, nodding toward the two. "Any questions?"

[cry-andletloose.livejournal.com]

Alex clenched and unclenched his fists, testing out his new gloves and going through all the possible scenarios he could think up before answering Monet. "We go after Jamie first, secure him and then kill as many of Emplate's dupes as we can. That's the plan, yes?"

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

Deadpool, of course, continues to talk to her back.

"Hello, Madame Trapezius. Lovely structure you're sporting today."

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

When James rocks up, it's in a big ass black pick-up truck with an enclosed shell (http://www.jjtrailers.com/dm97xsz.jpg) on the back, parking up incredibly close to the group.

It's a pretty generic entrance as far as James goes, exiting the drivers side in something that wasn't a suit for once, opting for the far more appropriate option of jeans, shirt and jacket. But he's got the sunglasses and remains totally smooth as he nods at the others. "So. Who needs weapons?"

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

"I'm always in the market over here, Quantum of Solace!" Deadpool pipes up immediately. "And I can repay your generosity with a night or three of playing wingman. It'd be an honor just to watch you work, Monsieur Bond."

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Deadpool gets a lengthy, uninterested stare for his offer, yet Bond still moves away towards the read of the truck, opening up the back before jerking his head towards it. Anyone who takes a look will find an impressive selection of firearms from pistols, shotguns, submachine-guns and rifles to several grades of grenades, smoke bombs and plenty of other explosives. And Bond's favourite, the rocket launcher. What's the bet he doesn't have a license for all of these? /insert a license to kill joke here

[wadewilson.livejournal.com]

Deadpool feels appropriately withered by the glare.



The treasure trove of guns quickly grabs his attention, though. He's pretty well strapped for action, but it's still like Xmas morning.

"Oooh, nothing like a sawed-off to drive the point home," he blurts, droolingly as he fondles one of the shotguns. "Where do you keep the ammo, Jimmy?"

[superxgrlfriend.livejournal.com]

Monet, standing off to the side, smiled as Bond distributes weapons. She could tell how restrained he kept himself during their date fighting bank robbers; she hoped to be able to see what he was really capable of.

"Far be it from me to come between men and their guns," she said by way of greeting.

[doubleoohbaby.livejournal.com]

Unsurprisingly, James is far more interested in Monet/women than men and/or guns, so she's soon getting his attention, which is presented with a smirk and plenty of eye contact from behind the shades.

"You're welcome to get between me at any time, my dear," he retorts with the usual maturity.