fourthwalled | Duplicity IC Inbox

Your dominant Summers directed me to contact you. What's this I hear about needing help for a terminal illness? You looked fine a few days ago.

Yeah... I might have had a freak out shortly after I saw you.

[Oops!]

So they slapped a power nullifying collar on me. Which isn't great for me.

Can you be more specific? I may have power to help you, but not if I don't know what I'm looking at.

I have cancer. Normally my healing factor keeps it at bay, keeps it from killing me. Without the healing? Well.

Ol' Deadpool becomes just... dead.

There are a few different approaches we can try. I'd need to...do a few tests, but they wouldn't be like what happened at the center. Less clinical, more...me being in your presence.

[He pauses.]

Remember when I made you really hard? It's like that but put to a different purpose.

Tests. Right.

[He says it won't be clinical but Wade's got his doubts.]

Just... maybe we should have a safe word or something if what you're doing is too much? How about 'Pork & Beans'?

Fair enough. I have work in about an hour or so. I can stop by before if that's convenient for you.

That's fine. No one else is here keeping me company so feel free to bring that cute butt over here.

I'll see you in about a half hour, then.

[He disconnects. When he arrives, it's by cab. He has the driver keep the meter running and leaves his lab coat on the back seat. When he knocks on the door, he's in a plain white dress shirt and some lower quality slacks than he usually wears. Labs can be messy affairs.]

[Wade is slow to answer, as he's got to drag his carcass off the couch and hobble to the door. He looks terrible, skin more green, eyes sunken. It's not going great for him. Opening the door, Wade rests against the doorframe to catch his breath.]

Let's do this thing... what's the worst that can happen? You kill me? Ha! [The laugh makes him wince.]

[He has seen death in most, if not all, of its forms and permutations throughout his existence, has smelled it, been the cause and cure of it. He has never seen such an advanced stage of full system cancer, but for once he's not allowing that more clinical side free rein.

He moves to support him under an arm and help him back further into the apartment for a seat on the sofa.]

I'm not going to kill you. But when I finish here, if you want it to benefit you as much as possible, you're going to need to eat a large meal and drink water. When it kicks in, you'll want to.

[He goes to his knees on the floor and reaches to take both of his hands. There's no visible effect. It's all in the sensations, warmth palms to palms, a tingle first, then an itch that spreads inside as the power in his blood seeks out the source of the disease.

What he feels is surprising and unnerving, how deep it goes, that it's not a simple matter of routing it out or stimulating his body into doing the same. If he had an entire cadre of his clan, they could manage, but not he alone with his limited resources.]

I think...you'll feel better two days at the most before it regains strength. I'd hoped I could do more. I've never encountered the like.

[Wade lets himself be led to the couch and flops to the cushion with a little bounce, resting his head back the moment he's down.]

if there's something I'm good at... when I'm not dying... it's eating. I can really put it back! [Water drinking? He's less good at.

Whatever Grayson is doing is immediately felt even if it's not visually obvious. He can't help but squirm, nearly yanking a hand away to scratch everywhere as the itch slides around his insides. Although oddly, he starts to giggle.] Fu-Fuck, that feels weird. Like you're tickling my organs. I guess now I know my liver is ticklish. The more you know!

[He smiles gratefully.] Better than I had. As long as I make it through the week then I'll get off the power dampener off, I'll be good as new. [As good as he ever is, anyway.]

Things I'm not sure man was meant to know of himself, but I suppose it could always be worse.

[It took more out of him than he expected, the damage so intense and system-wide. He'll need to feed tonight.]

If it gets too bad again, you know how to find me. Eat, drink, be as merry as you can for two days.

[He presses his thigh once before standing again.]

I hate to treat and run, but my cab's meter is running, and I really should get to work.

Well, I've learned how a lot of things feel that no one who's still alive should know. Like the time I got ripped in half. Good times.

[Why does he sound wistful about that? Look. He's an odd duck okay?]

Thanks, Grayson. I do appreciate it. [And he really does.] You're the best!

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