It’s a messed up world

Back door bitches begging me to behold All their cash and cars, platinum, silver 'n' gold "We're like diamonds in the sky" that is what we are told No mountain made of

money can buy you a soul

New York City seemed to be the perpetual playground for the new Merc with a Mouth when she wasn't off doing her actual merc thing. She could easily just go back and visit her mother in her domain, but where was the fun in that? No, she liked this place. This was where all of her favorite people to annoy were! Like Zero! And... Zero... "Ya know... I thought we had a whole lot more people would could annoy here," she muttered to herself, ignoring the group of men slowly gathering around her. She could already hear the little voice practically sighing in her head. And she was sure if she could physically see it, they'd be rolling their eyes, too. Oh well, today that list was going to grow by one person. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't been practically planning this for, well, ever. But it was going to be great! It was going to be perfect!

"You really are twisted, aren't you?" The voice asked. There was a moment of silence before the masked woman gave a small nod. It wasn't like she was going to lie to the voice. It already knooooooows. "I can't believe you actually nodded. Like I can fucking see you. Idiot. You know. This is pretty fucked up, even for you, right?" "I need him to notice meeeee. It's not like there's a Wolvie around I can pal around with. Uncle Wolvie, bless his heart-" a hand went over her heart as she started to speak. "-he deserved so much more out of this world. But alas, something terrible took him away from us. He was gone too soon." The hand that was over her heart went up to wipe an imaginary tear away from under her left eye. Not like her eyes could be seen beneath this mask.

One might be thinking, if it's her day off, then why wear the suit at all? Because even on her day off, she had plans that needed this here outfit. She didn't wanna get blood on it, after all. What more, she was armed, too. Pistols where her pistols belonged, grenades where they hang best, katanas on her back (though she doubted she'd be using those), and sais where she thought she could fit them along her belt. And let's not forget the ever necessary teleportation device that was placed in such a way to look like a belt buckle. Pink hair came out through a hole in the back of the mask so that it didn't have to be awkwardly stuffed into it. She would be posing where she stood if it wasn't for the fact that one of the men around her was clearing their throats to get her attention. The men wanted to know why they were there. Of course.

Lunaria bent down to pick up the briefcase and held it up so they could all see it. "Dearly beloved, you are gathered here today to give me the chance I've been dreaming of since i was born," she started off. "You are going to do me the honors of beating the shit out of some hopeless man so I can save his life. Now, before you ask anything, yes, I know, you're biiiiiig, scaaaaaaary gang types, but this guy's dangerous. I promise. And he's, uh... he's done some pretty messed up shit. Yeah! Liiiiike... kick a grandma down the stairs. And, um... other... things. Just believe me, you'll need all of you to get him down." They seemed disinterested, like they were going to walk away. A couple looked about ready to beat her down where she stood but she wasn't scared. Why the hell would she be? "Do this for me and I'll make it worth your while. Believe me." There was a grin under the mask as she opened up the case. Whether the money inside was real or not, these bozos would never know. But there was certainly a lot of it in there. "I have two more cases just like this one, all of which will be yours if you do this for me. Trust me, would Ladypool lie to you?" "Yes, yes she would." "Shut up, no one asked you."

The men stepped off to the side to talk about it before agreeing. It was free money, after all. She explained all the details to them, where they should be able to find him, and that she still wanted him alive. There were other rules too, of course. The men weren't to let it known this was her planning. If they did, they were as good as dead. No one should ever cross a lady when she had a happy trigger finger. When all was said and down, she seemingly vanished. Her eyes had turned up to the rafters of the little warehouse she had set this up at. They didn't question it, simply left and went off to find their target. With a small grin, she put in the co-ordinates to the location, hoping she was right. She'd done so much to make this perfect, to make this work. It just had to work, just had to, right?

She reappeared on a roof not too far off from the location and decided it was best to keep low and wait until she heard something, anything, so that she wasn't seen or scented. The wind seemed to be in her favor anyway. All she had to do was wait. And man she hated waiting. "This isn't going to work, you know. In fact, I hope it doesn't. Waste all this time for nothing."

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Edward was stealing a quick fag in an alleyway a few blocks away from Jean Grey. So technically it was past curfew and he wasn't supposed to be out, but he could get away with being out a few minutes later than he should be. Or an hour. It was definitely closer to an hour by this point. But oh well. If he lit up much closer to the school, he'd get found out anyway, and it would make the whole sneaking in thing a tad redundant. And as such, he was in the perfect spot for an ambush. It started with one bloke down walking down the alley, coming towards him. As a hang-on from the days when it was technically illegal for him to smoke, he tended to get antsy when people watched, and so he made his way down the alleyway, trying to make it past the bloke.

"'Scuse me-," He got out before he was shoved bodily against the wall, his chin smacking into it. The cigarette was knocked from his mouth, and he reeled from the impact. As he staggered back, he caught a punch to the side that made him hunch slightly, gasping from the pain. But then his instincts snapped into place. His training hadn't just been about simulation matches and taking hits, it had been about learning to react. And as such, before he bothered to think why someone might be hitting him, or how much his face hurt, he spun, grabbed the guy by the hair and slammed the side of his head against the wall. The guy staggered, and Edward punched him twice in the kidneys, before throwing him over his knee. Practically before the guy hit the ground, Edward was kneeling on his chest, a fist clenched and poised to punch.
"Who sent-" He began, his voice angry, but something cracking hard into his head interrupted him.

Edward rolled forwards, clutching at his skull, but he staggered back to his feet and raised his arms in front of his face in time for them to absorb the next swing from the bat. He grunted as his felt the flesh bruise, and on the next swing, he grabbed it and twisted it so it was in his hands. He shoved the tip of the bat into the second attacker's chest, and then a telltale 'swoosh' had him duck in time to see another bat go over his head. So there were at least three of them, great. He used the bat to his the attackers either side of him in the knee, causing them to stagger, and one's leg to buckle. 

He wasn't used to using a bat as a weapon, but it wasn't exactly a difficult concept. He rose and hit the third guy in the head with the bat, causing him to drop. He swung at the second one when he felt something strike him in the back of the neck, causing him to fall forwards.
"Oh come on!" He protested as he staggered, the second assailant moving to club him in the ribs. Edward blocked the blow with his own bat and then struck him again, and this time he went down. Which left him and at least one more. He spun in time to feel something cold and sharp sink into his stomach, and his eyes widened. He grunted as he sank to his knees, a pained expression on his face. At least another two guys stepped up behind the one who had stabbed him, bats in their hands.

It’s a messed up world

Back door bitches begging me to behold All their cash and cars, platinum, silver 'n' gold "We're like diamonds in the sky" that is what we are told No mountain made of

money can buy you a soul

Luna kept surprisingly quiet as she sat there, keeping low, waiting for something to happen. It took a lot of control to keep herself from fiddling with her gun, knowing damn well that it might be heard if he did so. The voice in her head continued to yammer on about how much of an idiot the girl was and how this definitely wasn't going to work. A small huff escaped her at the thoughts. How dare the voice say as such?! This was an amazing plan! It was totally going to work! Luna just knew it! She didn't need to justify how or why it would work. She just knew it would. Because it had to! Otherwise, that was going to be a waste of money. As if the men were going to live through this.

As she heard something from across the way, she sat up a little, peeking up over the edge to see him. 'It's really him!' she thought, a grin forming beneath the mask. Wolverine Junior was really there. Just there, in the alley, smoking away. Just like Luna had said. 'Ha, who's stupid now, bitch!' She thought to the voice. "That would still be you. Only now it's stupid and crazy. Oh wait, everyone knew that already." Luna rolled her eyes. 'You're just jealous that this worked!'

She started ignoring the voice, watching for the gang to start attacking. And when they did, she waited a bit more. Edward was handling it so well! She was pretty impressed. Four guys down, three left, she was sure he would have them. Until one pulled out a blade. No, that wasn't part of the plan. She glowered through her mask before teleporting herself down, making sure she was out of Edward's view so it would look like she just heard something and came to check it out.

Before recognition could light up in any of their eyes, she elbowed the man with the knife in the head before bringing her fist down hard against his chest. As he swiped with the knife, she caught his wrist and twisted, taking it away from him and then stabbing the knife into his abdomen. Her other arm came out to chop at the next guys neck, jerking the knife out of the first guy and slashing the one she neck jabbed, pulling the blade across his chest. The slash went deep enough to make Luna smirk under the mask. The third guy went to and stab her in the back but it didn't slow her down. "Wow, rude!" she hissed, twisting around to quickly stab the knife into his throat. She let go to kick him before going back to number two in order to get him to the ground. A part of her wanted to shot each in the head, make sure they stayed down, but she didn't. Instead, she gave a good hard kick to each head to make sure they stayed down before turning her focus to Edward.

Inside, she was squealing like a little girl. This was like a dream come true. She hadn't gotten the pleasure to know Logan too much so this was definitely the next best thing. Her hands came up to cover her mouth as shw stared, as if her smile could be seen beneath the mask anyway. 'Oh man oh man oh man!' she mentally squeaked. After a moment, she cleared her throat and held a hand out to Ed. "You okay there, guy? Looks like you're lucky Ladypool was close by to save the day! I mean, they really fucking got you, didn't they? How rude is that?" Off-task, Luna. Get back on task. "Er... you got cut?"

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Edward had an unfortunate amount of experience with being stabbed, but that didn't make it altogether easy. He was able to keep himself up on his knees by leaning on one hand. He could feel his flesh attempting to close around the hole, and he pressed a hand to it, feeling sticky blood wash over his fingers. He looked up and saw at least three guys still holding bats, and realised that, even when the pain ebbed enough to let him get to his feet, he was still going to get the shit kicked out of him. The one who had stabbed him, who was responsible for the fucking painful hole in his stomach was looking around with a slight mania in his eyes, like he couldn't believe what he'd done. He licked his lips, and that was all he got done before something in red smashed an elbow into his head.

He was about to shout out a warning to his mysterious saviour as the guy swung the knife, but that proved itself unnecessary as soon as the knife ended up stuck in the guy. Edward wanted to climb to his feet and join in the fight, but trying that once convinced him to leave it at least twenty seconds before giving it another go. The strain juddered the wound horribly. He'd looked away from the fight for just a couple of seconds, but by the time he focussed again on his scarlet-clad hero, at least two guys were down, and short work was made of the third one. Edward blinked a couple of times. He didn't like killing, and unless those guys learned another way to breathe, they were pretty dead. Considering they'd jumped him for no reason and ventilated his ribcage more than he liked, however, he couldn't bring himself to care too strongly.

It took Edward a couple of seconds, but he realised his saviour was in fact, a girl. Couple of things gave that away. His hands moved to his hair on reflex, until he remembered the hole in his stomach. Maybe there were other priorities. Still, as he pressed his hand to the wound again, there was no fresh blood. He looked back at the girl, who had a hand clasped over her mouth, and he frowned. Before he could ask if she was okay, she started talking. And then he blinked at the flurry of words that came out.
"Guess I am," He muttered, a slightly sour tone to his voice. He didn't like it much when he had to rely on someone else to save him. He'd just be keeping this one out of May's knowledge. "I did, yeah." Still, when he grabbed her hand and used it to haul himself up, his torso didn't protest too strongly. "Thanks." He let go of her hand, still looking confused. "Ladypool."

It’s a messed up world

Back door bitches begging me to behold All their cash and cars, platinum, silver 'n' gold "We're like diamonds in the sky" that is what we are told No mountain made of

money can buy you a soul

This was all just to surreal for her. She couldn't believe that this was all real. That it had actually worked! Whoever said that she wasn't a good tracker could kiss her ass! "Firstly, what you did was stalking, not tracking. Secondly, I don't think anyone, in their life, has ever said you sucked at that. If anything, they said you were f*cked in the head because of it. Or was that just me saying that?" She rolled her eyes under the mask, the little eye part making an odd sort of motion to mimic her own. She couldn't, for the life of her, understand how it worked. She remembered questioning it when she saw it on her father and now, she questioned it on herself. But right now was not the moment for questioning, it was the moment for celebrating.

When she heard him speak, she almost squeaked. Oh, it was just so beautiful! Everything she had always dreamed it would be and more. Okay, that was a lie, she was expecting more of a rustic and smoky Logan voice but, hey, beggars can't be choosers. She barely noted the sourness in his tone, all she could hear was what her own mind seemed to make up. Awesomeness and love and all the amazing things people think of when they imagine someone being infatuated with their hero. She'd almost taken a bit of a hero pose until reality hit, for once. That reality at least at the moment, was that this was just someone thinking they had been saved randomly. And she had to keep that thought process up. Even more so, she needed to make it get to the point that her mind wanted it to be. But how, in the world, did she do that? That was something she wasn't entirely sure of.

Luna looked him over carefully, making sure they didn't do anything too terrible bad to him. She was gonna kill the rest of them later, no doubt about that. They went completely off script! As much as she usually applauded such out of the box thinking, they had gone against her orders. And they had expected to be paid. Pathetic. "No need to thank me, devilish stranger! I was just doing my civic duty!" she cheered before trying to look a bit more curious and caring about his injuries. As if it was too terrible noticeable under the mask. "Hey, are you okay? Maybe we should get you to a hospital or something. Wounds like that could get pretty deadly if you don't take care of them." She knew he'd heal. Hell, she knew he was probably already healed, but that didn't mean she couldn't put up the show, yeah?

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