mouthy_merc | Sinister's Secret Underground Laboratory, Monday Evening (Reply)

	Waking up, strapped to a table was not Deadpool's idea of a fun night. Unless Arashi wanted to try something new... No! Not even then! It was all very weird and he kept looking around for the camera because any minute now it would be like some freaky ass German porn. "Heeey! Sinny! How's it hangin'?"
	Really? Drugging them and then strapping them to tables was one of Sinister's favorite hobbies. He stood by Deadpool's tableside, checking something on a large screen beside him. "I do so enjoy it when the research subjects come over for dinner," he said ~~totally not remembering House of M.~~Deadpool's weapons laid discarded far out of his grasp.
	"Yeeeah," Deadpool drawled, tugging at the restraints. Damn well thought out plans for keeping people with wacky powers strapped to a table. "Your barbecue chicken? Horrible. You really need to put some work into that recipe. Maybe try adding honey! Or be like Bobby Flay and put in somechipotles!"
	"Please," Sinister said, tapping the screen, "There is no point in attempting to escape. I will get to dissecting you when I finish these readings."
	Deadpool froze, staring at Sinister for a moment. "I'm going to have to say I'm not for this plan. Just-" He shrugged, waving his hands in an attempt to gesture despite the shackles. "-tossing that out there. Feel free to toss it back, but I'm just saying. I like my spleen where it is, doing it'sspleenly duties."
	"Your spleen--?" That got an eyebrow raise. "No matter," Sinister said, "I doubt you possess any... secrets that would be of any use..." Tap-tap-tap, "Considering the abysmal state of your genetic code."
	"HEY!" Deadpool pouted at him, squirming on the table to get loose some more. "My genetic code is just fine and dandy thanks! Sure, it's been around the block a few times, not as perky as it used to be. But a littleBotox and it'll be right as rain!"
	"You are a lower creature, indeed," Sinister remarked with distaste. He may have been a little huffy. "But you were useful, to a point."
	"Lower creature? Oh god, if a donkey shows up, I am so out of here!"
	If you ever wanted to know what a man without pupils rolling his eyes looked like, here was your chance.
	Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy. None of that seemed to be working. Maybe if he dislocated his thumb... "Ow." No, that just left him with a dislocated thumb and no way of setting it. "Razzum frazzum shackles." Deadpool looked around the room, hoping to see Nate, even if he was just there to facepalm at him and his lack of a plan.
	"There is really no point," Sinister said, moving away from Deadpool's table. He may have been passing a few suspect-looking cloning tubes as he was doing it. "These restraints have held far greater than you. Just be quiet."
	Cloning tubes! Upon hearing that bit of important narration, Deadpool twisted his head to get a better look at them. (Is that Nate or Kevin Sorbo?) "There's always a point," Deadpool babbled. "You know, I could pull a David Blaine! You never know!"
	"I suppose I have to thank you..." Sinister said, vanishing from Wade's line of sight for a moment. "Without you, Cable would have been slightly more difficult to kill."
	Deadpool froze again in his movements, slowly and silently turning to try and see Sinister. "What?"
	"In his last moments, he routed power from the blast doors to the teleportation system," Sinister was probably smirking. It could've been a lie; Cable's motivations could be troubling. "But it is no matter. He would have sacrificed himself in any case, no doubt... For a man of his potential, he can be so very... predictable."
	Deadpool tried to not the the uncertainty and sudden guilt show, very thankful for the mask right now. "And how the hell would you know that? Huh? Those stupid minions of yours tell you that? Did they also mention how badly they got their asses kicked?"
	Ah, some creatures were just so easy to psych. Sinister strolled back into view. "As I said, it is no matter," he continued, sliding back to the touch screen by Wade's side, "It was a resounding success."
	"Your mom was a complete resounding success!" ...He had been around teenagers far too long.
	He was Sinister. He did not have to deal with this. Whatever was on the readouts, it was either interesting or not interesting enough for him to move out of sight again. Possibly even out of the room. It was sort of hard to tell with Sinister, most of the time.
	Okay, so schoolyard taunts weren't working. "So, I've always wanted to know... What's with the red thing on your forehead? Is it a bindi? I'll bet it's a bindi."
	"It is none of your concern," Sinister said. He sounded mildly annoyed. Normal people would have told Wade to shut up already. "I will return in a moment to begin the dissection. I look forward to gaining further understanding of your particular healing factor."
	"Can't you go kidnap Wolverine for that?" Deadpool asked, with a renewed shimmying. "I mean, I got it from him. Doesn't even work right! I should get a refund!"
	"The opportunity presented itself," was Sinister's only reply. The sound of his voice seemed further away - footsteps, too.
	"Oh, Nate buddy, you better be damn glad for all this crap," Deadpool muttered, trying to bend his wrist a certain way to get a knife free. It wasn't actually meant to bend that way. "Ow, ow, ow--" He pouted, looking around the room. "Helllooo? Lil' help here? Could you at least put on some mood music? I refuse to do this if you don't at least go through the proper foreplay!"
	All that was left of Sinister were footsteps - and a door, slamming. Wade's mind, however, was another matter entirely. I could try the Backstreet Boys catalog again. There was only the voice.
	"Nate!" Deadpool might have grinned like a moron over that. "Nice of you to join the party! Got any ideas of how to have me not be turned into Mr.Froggers from freshmen biology class?" he asked, ignoring the twinge of pain that came when Nate finally piped up.
	Something like that... And that was all the warning Wade got as, with considerable effort, Cable's consciousness pushed its way to the front.
	Emma was surprisingly good at not being noticed when she didn't want to. Although the way Aly and Arashi were being so very, very noticeable probably helped. Somewhere here was a Wade with a Nathan... She poked her head into a room. No, all cloning vats. And another room. ...Wow, scary representation of the Summers family tree. Emma quickly left there, hurrying up, and finally rushing into the right room. "Deadpool!" No. "Cable!"
	"Emma." Deadpool - or rather, Cable in Deadpool's body - was still strapped to a table in the center of the room, only a few feet away from his own clone, and craning his head mildly. "The original transplant of my consciousness was telepathic in nature. I need you to do it again."
	"Hold on, I'll get you right out--what?" Emma stopped fiddling with the straps to stare at Cable-Deadpool. She quickly scanned the clone out of curiosity. Huh. Vegetable. Interesting. "You really think this is the right time?"
	"I'm not sure how much more of this Wade's synapses can take," Cable said, testing the strength of the straps against his arms. "Looser."
	Emma gave him a dubious look as she went back to loosening the straps. "You do realise I don't like him all that much, right?"
	"I'm not capable of much like this," Cable said, ignoring the question. "And the dark riders are getting closer. This might be our only chance."
	Now that was a fairly convincing argument. There were a lot of dark riders after all. She finished getting the straps offDeadpool , and stepped back, folding her arms and inclining her head towards the clone. "Go touch yourself and I'll see what I can do."
	She got a mostly odd raised eyebrow from underneath the mask as Cable navigated Deadpool's body off the table. It didn't stop him from walking over to the pod containing his body - didn't stop him from letting his fingers travel momentarily past it before he pulled it open. Even the TO-mesh seemed to be in place as it should. "I wonder what he had planned," Cable mused, taking off his-Deadpool's-their glove.
	"I do not," Emma said firmly. "I prefer to stay at least moderately sane." Emma had always been more interested in technology than biology anyway. On the astral plane she was giving off little pink flames. It shouldn't be hard toseperate the two psyches as she could not reach Wade at all. "Tell me when you're ready."
	Under the mask, Deadpool's brow furrowed mildly as Cable sorted out a couple of very convincing reasons just why Sinister had done this. On the outside, however, he showed nothing. "Always ready," he said, reaching out.
	Emma reached in with her mind. "A little assistance would be nice," she said idly as she started setting up a connection between the clone andDeadpool.
	"Wade's mind doesn't allow for a lot of wiggle room." By which he meant that at the moment, he was as telepathically gifted as a plush animal. But he reached for the connection, none the less - even as he heard minions approaching in the background.
	This was going to be rough and not elegant at all, but Emma was confident she could do it. That Cable wanted to move helped. All she needed was an opening and a push.
	Grasping onto his own biceps and concentrating as hard as he could - grabbing for whatever strand of telepathy his subconscious mind allowed him - Nate growled, "Emma. Please." as he reached for the new body. The familiar body. Clean of external scars, but not his sense-memory of them.
	"Patience," Emma said mildly. There was a trick to this, it was was a skill, really, knowing just when. And there it was. The moment where it all fit and she could just push.
	He felt the push starting in the back of his-Wade's-their mind, cells seeming to reshuffle except they weren't cells at all, they were consciousness-- simple information, familiar information, hurtling like internet packets through the sky, the connection. With it, he felt something else -- strands leaning close, and a loosening behind him as Wade's mind let go and his old-new body reached right back out.