What's my name?

Francis "Ajax" Freeman from Earth-90214; sideblog to teamdeadpoolus

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closed starter || Conspiracy

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Francis for one didn’t count himself as a weak person. Weak person would have given up. Weak person would have died. But he didn’t he pushed through and kept going. Little did matter it wasn’t just his body that went through immense change. Some would no longer consider Francis a person at all.  That, as well, didn’t matter to him.

“I admire purposive people,” he nodded when David mentioned he wasn’t one to disappoint his fans. That, once again, played right into Francis’s hands - he didn’t disappointments very well. In fact, he despised them. 

“Finding reliable colleagues is struggle I can understand.” Francis was smiling the whole time, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He could appear cold, but when something sparked his interest, he resembled a curious child even though he could barely feel most of emotions after the experiments.  “Especially considering how many of them... go away during the work.”

Francis didn’t elaborate until he was completely sure David was in. Instead, he kept nodding in synchronisation with the others words, understanding completely. 

“However in their delusion that they’re the ones in charge, they can really do harm to one’s business,” Francis said bitterly, mostly for himself. “I hate those individuals.”

15% with opportunity to grow was more than reasonable, but Francis really needed people that he could count on. That and the fact he barely cared about wealth helped him enwind his most trustworthy allies around his finger. Few friendly visitations and the police no longer pays attention to bundles of people passed out being carried away in the middle of night. Few bucks here and there and the providers of his warehouses close eyes about the type of his trades. Money can’t buy you happiness, sure, but Francis wasn’t looking for happiness. 

“Wonderful,” Francis’s smile grow and became shinier, although there was still something real lacking in it. “Meet me at Sony’s warehouse when you are free, I will let you know what kind of work will be needed. You are not going to regret this - I have feeling this cooperation will be a fruitful for both of us.”

Francis put back on his hat, turning around to the door.

“See you soon, Mysterio.”

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closed starter || Summoning

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Francis kept a calm smile on his lips, following the fox with his gaze. He was maybe naive thinking he could deceive such a powerful being, maybe just too cocky for his own good. Either way, Francis thought it had been going better than anticipated.  “That’s your right.” he replied, not necessary happy about prospect of dying, but also not as terrified as he should be. Right now this was just another problem to deal with that can wait. There were urgent matters he had to focus on.

“I have nothing against you seeing for yourself. At least that way you will can be sure I have not been lying,” he said in response, finally moving towards the doors of the little room he has been summoning Serinaty in. It wasn’t his room, but a storage room in one of the buildings he has been renting for his “business”. If Serinaty would have torn him apart, he didn’t want to dirty his room, however stupid it was.  “However I have to admit we are in a bit of hurry, so let’s not waste any more time. Follow me, please.”

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“Burn the body and let go”

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Francis didn’t actually expect Spiderman to just straight up tell him where he could find Deadpool. He heard these two were cooperating and even Francis understood the basics of not betraying your allies for a quick cash. He didn’t practice such thing, but he understood. 

He did not plan on attacking Spiderman directly, even he wasn’t that ... what? Brave? Dumb? In fact, he probably should not engage in conversation with the vigilante at all. Unfortunately, Francis let curiosity get the worse of him. He wanted to see who is Deadpool fooling around with these days.

“Neither do I, that’s why I lost track of him. As for the trust...” Francis smiled. He definitively found the right person. “... would you trust him?” Francis straightened his back: “No need, I will just keep looking. This city is not big enough for him to be lost for long.”

Or hiding for long, he thought.

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closed starter || Conspiracy

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Francis didn’t comment on David’s obvious discomfort of having exposed back. For once he could understand how unpleasant being shot into back could get. Antibiotics barely exists at this point of time so if the shot itself doesn’t kill you, you still have pretty good chance dying from sepsis. 

“People aren’t as weak as you take them. Well... some of us aren’t,” Francis grinned, intrigued by the vague hint what’s going on behind closed doors. 

He nodded, as he was imagining David’s description. They all started somewhere, even B. T. Barnum didn’t immediately have the spectacular Circus he was known for.  “I can provide some... resources, if you are lacking them,” Francis offered, knowing that helping someone monetary builds a link between them. Most people are easier to coarse to make him a favour if he helped them first. Francis wasn’t exactly rich, because most of the money he acquired when straight back to business, but did have some money left by side if he ever needed to pay himself out of trouble.

“Really?” Francis raised eyebrow, although this was exactly what he was hoping for. Just a footnote, huh? Good.  “Depends what is a challenge for someone so... talented.” Francis smirked. “But I may have a side offer, if you are interested. As I said, I need as much capable folks as I can get. The field I am working in is not exactly... safe one. Especially these days with all those so called vigilantes running around...” Francis shook his head in disgust. “Obviously, I offer a fair share of the profit. 15%? Could grow over time.”

Francis purposely didn’t tell David what kind of job he was actually doing. In case the other man decided to decline his offer, Francis needed him to have as little information as possible to babble around to others. It was a risk to begin with, but how can you grow without risk, right? Plus he really, really wanted to have the magnificent Mysterio on his side. 

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closed starter || Summoning

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Francis didn’t know the exact relationship between the Kitsune and the vigilante and truth to be told, he didn’t really care. It was just a little bump on the road, something he had to count with, but not necessary focus on. Their link to each other meant only one thing for Francis, at least for now - any information given could be used against him in future. The solution? Not to give any. Or at least give as little as possible. 

“I am very well aware,” he replied, without showing pain, since there wasn’t any. Francis was physically unable to feel such things, which did help him with his questioning business, but sometimes also significantly threaten his live. Most people would take their hand from oven when they feel the heat, but Francis leaves it on until he smells burn, so to speak.  “I will not be selling humans anymore.” After all, mutants did not count as humans in his mind.

Francis smiled when he noticed Serinaty’s disgust. It was amusing that a horrifying entity as her is disgusted by him. 

“That depends solely on your willingness to get your hands dirty. For me personally complete elimination would be most favourable,” Francis shrugged.

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closed starter || Summoning

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His expression remained the same, although his eyes did show a glimpse of... what was it? Not fear per say. Admiration? Caution? He knew Serinaty could very easily turn him into a corpse and did not really believe in the power of so called amulet that had been hanging around his neck. Maybe it was working though, because she did not immediately tear him to shreds. That was a small victory indeed.

Deadpool, huh. This time, Francis failed to keep disinterested, visibly trembling angrily as he had heard that name. It wasn’t right place nor time discussing it with Serinaty, but there had been history between the two. If it was Francis’s way, Deadpool would be already six feet under. “I assumed you wouldn’t be necessary thrilled to cooperate with me,” Francis shrugged as she mentioned what she could do to him. If he didn’t go through serious of experiments, not unlike Wade, Francis would probably feel sick just by hearing what she just said. He did not feel good about it by any means, but at least he did not feel the need to throw up himself.

Her ultimatum wasn’t great. The reason why Francis decided to call for help was because those strangers were interfering with his business. For a second, Francis thought about his options. Selling guns was never going to substitute for his real job... but then again, if things keep going this way, The Workshop is going to disperse anyway. “Deal. No more sex trafficking.” he agreed. There will be time to figure out a way around this later. First of all, he wasn’t really selling woman anymore. His repertoire has changed. Maybe if he figures out how to put white horse on his place as the seller, the consequences may not appear? 

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closed starter || Conspiracy

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That information seemed to caught Francis attention. His eyes appeared to dilate for a second, trying to imagine what ‘sacrifice’ in given context meant. Was Mysterio planning a murder on the stage?  Francis did not care for Mysterio’s magic tricks, but the man himself was definitively remarkable. If that was his intention, well, maybe he could use a helping hand. That much could Francis provide with ease.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said as they shook hands, giving emphasis on the ‘finally’ part. Francis gave a nod - and made mental note to sure search for more details about David Homes former life. Whatever the reason for bad blood was, it was intriguing. And maybe of use for future.

“I can imagine there are crowds of those waiting to meet you.” he complimented the other again. “Truth to be told, I myself have never seen anything so spectacular.” Unlike his other compliments, this one came from heart. Francis was impressed. That did not happen often.  “Almost seems like a waste of talent on stage like that,” he added in passing as if it was just a thought that occurred to him suddenly, on carefully planned line to offer a collaboration. “For example, my business could use capable folks like you. And I sure am not the only one.”

“Anyway, I should probably get going. My family is waiting for me,” he claimed casually, making sure to peak the other’s interested but not push it too far. People of Mysterio’s calibre sure must be used to loads of door-to-door sellers trying to sway them into any kind of fraud they’re currently working on. 

Francis did not actually have family, just colleagues working with him down their Workshop. It used to be a human trafficking scheme but it quickly moved pass that. Not only Francis was selling mutants, he was creating them. 

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closed starter || Summoning

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It worked! Francis couldn’t help but to feel surprised. He did not really believe he would be able to actually summon such a powerful being from different realm of reality. The whole concept of multiverse was still a little bit hard to grasp, but he was learning.

“Welcome,” he said, smiling. He usually did not smile, but seeing his success right there made him happy. Serinaty, on the other hand, did not seem to be overly happy with the situation. And that’s taking it lightly. 

“I am aware that is an option,” he reassured once she threatened to eat him alive. “I would like to apologise for yanking you out from your reality like that, but I had no alternative to contact you. I swear I am not going to keep you here longer that necessary. Now for the reason I have summoned you,” Francis paused to clear his throat. He was getting a little bit nervous after all. “I need your help. There is a gang of ... strange people terrorising my city. I figured out they’re not from around here by their golden tattoos. They may be using magic, I am not hundred percent sure.”

Francis would not care if they were just terrorising the city. As far as he was concerned this city could rot. However it was getting hard for him to maintain his business. He had tried to capture said people, but was unable to and ended up with several cracked ribs. Even now he did not felt completely healed. If the visitors were reasonable, Francis would 100% try to use them for his own benefit. But they weren’t. They needed to be eliminated immediately.

“Will you help?” he asked. 

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closed starter || Scion

@lackspraise​

“Hey! Hey, you! Can you  please help me?” Francis yelled, being pinned to a building with katana. “I need to get this out before I bleed to death...”

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closed starter || Conspiracy

@chokethelight​ for Mysterio/David Homes

“Wonderful show!” Francis said as he closed doors behind him. He didn’t ask to be let inside, but he barely ever asked for anything. There was a really good chance he would be kicked out, but it didn’t stop him. “I bow my head to you, really.”

He seemed like a normal, maybe a little too eager fan, but the truth was, Francis couldn’t care less about the Theatre.  He just wanted to talk with the man and figured that buttering his way with compliments couldn’t hurt. 

“Ajax,” he said, extending his hand. 

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closed starter || Acquisition

@prplhawk​

“Hello,” said the man wearing a very old leather flying jacket, looking at Clint.  “Can I help you? You seem to be ... lost?”

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closed starter || Summoning

@missninetails​

Francis Freeman has never done anything like that in his life. But then again, there were plenty of things he has never done, including sailing a ship, reading a Tolstoy book or eating a banana. Summoning a demon was however diametrically different from all of the above.

He should be scared. What if the ritual fails? God knows if the book he had purchased was a legit occult book and not notes of some lunatic. But he needed a help and who else could help than the ‘goddess’ Serinaty herself. She was supposed to be powerful. Dangerous, obviously, but Francis wasn’t scared. He had prepared a amulet that was supposed to protect him from any harm. If it works, he safe. If it doesn’t work, he’ll probably be killed for daring trying to pull this off. No need to be scared. 

What shall happen will happen. 

“In sem justo, commodo ut, suscipit at, pharetra vitae, orci. Integer imperdiet lectus quis justo.” he started citing with cold, precise voice. 

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starter call

para/multi-para

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@spidoir​

“I won’t keep you long, Spiderman. I just want to ask a question,” he said, smile playing on his lips.  

Francis was inspecting the hero curiously, trying to figure out as much as he could. Which was almost nothing, considering the other was wearing a mask. Which Francis didn’t really care for. He, underneath the name Ajax, was walking freely around New York, almost daring any soldier to try to detain him. He was feeling pretty secure, especially once he made connections with the right people. He became a wealthy man who could afford a lot of things other would be long time jailed for.

“You and me apparently have the same friend. Deadpool. Where could I find him?”

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open starter

“There is no us, there never was,” he muttered. 

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open starter

“Burn the body and let go”