'till things are brighter, i'm the man in black

FRANK CASTLE / THE PUNISHER RP blog for Marvel Fractured RPG FC: Richard Armitage Mun: J

[captfrankcastle]

captainwadewinstonwilson:

“-And then, he threw me off a roof! Good times, good times. Anyways, that’s why I’m laying in a pool of my own blood on the concrete here.”

“Yeah, seen that unfortunate event. And I’ve been here waiting for your superhero landing on this concrete so I can offer you a business arrangement. Maybe next time. You need a hand? Spine? Any internal organs? -- Or will you recover on your own?”

[captfrankcastle]

mspotts-rescue:

“Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“Considering the first part of our conversation? You definitely should. The only cost is sudden realization that your friendly neighborhood vigilante doesn’t really love war as much as he should as a proud American. But you also get the truth -- always worth a little bit of discomfort.”

[captfrankcastle]

soft-silk:

She finally got up on both feet. “You know I was fair. But I could web you right now if I wanted to.”

“First rule of uncle Frank’s MMA (TM) -- don’t play fair. But since it’s just a sparring, no lethal weapons.”

[captfrankcastle]

mspotts-rescue:

“See ? Sometimes it never heals and you have to live with it. But whatever, that’s not a joyful talk we have here. So, how long did you serve your country ?”

“Too long. The number of days that I did too long.”

[captfrankcastle]

soft-silk:

“You can talk. I’m not smoking, me.”

“Yeah, and I can do the best Russian accent you’ve ever heard. Come on, get up, kid.”

[captfrankcastle]

soft-silk:

“Told ya that saying out loud Frank, teach me how to MMA without pulling your punches is bad for your health.”

[captfrankcastle]

mspotts-rescue:

“I agree. But words can sometimes be more painful than weapons.”

“Sounds like something an ex-Marine in me shouldn’t agree with. But -- well, maybe you’re right? I’ve forgotten all the pain that pulling bullets out of my own flesh came with but still remember words from fifteen years ago as if they were shot five minutes ago.”

[captfrankcastle]

zzemo:

“Have I asked you for anything? Have I presented you with anything? No, I haven’t. We are just talking. And I am just observing.” he shrugged. “Well god help anyone who ticks you off. Ever shoot anyone who made your coffee wrong? Thought about it?”

“No. I did for just observing though. I’m asking for the third time - what do you want? And I hope you’ve already observed that I don’t have a for sale sign on me.”

[captfrankcastle]

shootstraight-nevermiss:

“Miss out on an opportunity to get pizza? Obvoiusly you don’t know me so well,” he said, placing a ten down for his half-drank beer before standing up. “Besides, I’m starving.”

“I don’t know you at all, Barton dude,” Frank muttered. The second they left the bar, he lit a cigarette. “Let’s take the bus, I hate everything about subway. Which one would you pick though? Ya’know, getting to know each other like actual friends that we’re not.”

[captfrankcastle]

whitetiger-angie:

Angie stumbled back when the muscle mass of Daisy jumped on her. She went on her knees and pet her.  “Aaanw, who’se a good girl, yes you are, I missed you baby girl….how ave you been…” she kissed the dog’s skull and avoided a kiss. “Nah nah, no kisses…”

“See? This terrible woman won’t take your love and affection -- and you’re still such a giver.” He leant down, gently tilted Daisy’s head back and kissed her nose. Freeing the dog, Frank made his way to the kitchen and a minute later handed an ice pack and a towel to Angie. “The couch is all yours.”

[captfrankcastle]

mspotts-rescue:

“Maybe people fear the truth because sometimes… it hurts. That doesn’t mean it’s better.”

“Yeah, it does hurt. There are more painful things than facing the truth though.”

[captfrankcastle]

zzemo:

“I’ve been told that once or twice before. But I don’t think this time it is going to end up in a wedding. You really aren’t my type.” he smiled. “Who said I want anything from you, right now? Right now we are just talking.”

“No, we’re not just talking. I can just talk to a cashier at fucking Walmart. But if this cashier follows me for the next two hours, Im’ma blow enough extra holes in them to make it all look like a fountain. We’re getting there.”

[captfrankcastle]

mspotts-rescue:

“But that doesn’t mean they’re bad at what they do either.”

“Indeed. So why is the sugar-coated reality apparently better than truth then?”

[captfrankcastle]

shootstraight-nevermiss:

“I’ve been to Italy, Castle. I love Italian pizza but nothing beats Tony’s on the corner across from Rockaway Beach.”

“That’s what I would expect from a spook. -- Let’s go and check that Tony then. Or I’ll go alone if you decide to duck the hell out.”

[captfrankcastle]

mspotts-rescue:

“I agree, despite the fact that I’m actually in those. But would you trust a cop with PTSD ? Would you give your life to a triggeredsurgeon ? Or buy products to a company leaded by a person who doesn’t have much sleep ?

“Me not knowing doesn’t really change the facts.”

[captfrankcastle]

mspotts-rescue:

“Indeed I am. That’s me. The crazy one who drinks two cofees plus energy things to stay awake.”

“They don’t add that caffeine dependence to the press articles though -- maybe they should start. Caffeine Dependent CEO, Dramatically Underslept Professor of Medicine, Chronically Stressed NYPD Officer -- makes it all feel more like actual humans and less like figures of speech, doesn’t it?”

[captfrankcastle]

cmd-mariahill:

“Hydra. It was a Nazi science division headed by Standartenfuhrer Johann Schmidt who later went by the alias Red Skull, but when Schmidt decided his time was better served searching for ancient legends instead of building the Reinland, Hitler fired him, shut down the Hydra unit, and thought it dead. Of course it wasn’t, and has continued to be a thorn in everyone’s side for the next hundred years.” Hill stood up, glancing at Castle briefly before taking several pictures from the file and placing them in front of him. Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, The Hulk, The Abomination.

“These are all direct results of Captain Rogers super soldier serum, different nations looking to create their own army of mega-killers. If Zemo gets close to any of these people, we’re fucked. If Zemo gets close to any of our scientists, we’re fucked. And I don’t like to be fucked by anyone who isn’t Idris Elba.” Hill sat down again, looking at Castle, trying to register his mood.” Here’s the thing, Castle, motivations only last so long. Anyone can tell you that. No human being can be dedicated to a cause for fifty years, it’s inhuman. Your one man war of crime, it’s got to be wearing thin. You pull up one weed, two more sprout in it’s place. You clearly want some weed killer. That’s S.H.I.E.L.D. We’re the good guys.”

Maria hated Frank with a passion, he was arrogant, filled with military training and nothing else. A killing machine, a war machine. Maria was a spy, trained to be the peak of human performance both in her mind and in her body. She knew that an appeal to his civic duty, his military oath or even his national pride would fall of deaf ears, so she opted for a simpler one. “Your shot gun is neat, and your brass knuckles are cute, but if you join my outfit, we’ll stock you to the teeth. We’ll make sure that you have everything you need. Send one person to do the job of twenty people. Spare nineteen lives. Well not one person, you’d be sent with an actual agent, I’m not an idiot, I know you’d run off and attack some Mexican Cartel types if we took our eyes off you for a second. So, you and Agent Barton, shadow of night, under your alias’ obviously. The Punisher and Hawkeye, saving the world from evil. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it, Castle?”

“Here’s a deal, Hill,” Frank started, his voice as calm as it was at the beginning of the conversation. Maria diligently did her psychology homework during S.H.I.E.L.D. training, he could see that. She wasn’t so great at hiding her personal contempt though. It made Castle feel weirdly calm in this situation. Hill hated him and here she was, luring him with a sense of belonging and all the other shit. The fact that his own goodwill was the only power in the agreement almost made Frank smile. “Terms and conditions are on me here, it’s not a job interview. Neither I am, nor I ever will be your underling, I’m not a beast that you’ll unleash and we’re not discussing conditions of the unleashing right now, I hope we’re clear about that.” Frank looked up to meet Maria’s eyes, ready to strike off every amount of anger she had for him.

“The deal is about former agent Martin Highsmith --” he brought half of the papers out of the file and moved the rest towards Hill, “-- and no-one else. I will not solve your entire Hydra problem, it’s your business, not mine. The guy that has recently ratted you -- Highsmith -- is gone, all of the information that he’s passed to Hydra and this Zemo-asshole-whatever is gone from their databases, archives and desk drawers, and right in that moment our arrangement is gone as well. You’ll get every piece of information that I gather during the mission, from start to finish. Every Hydra hiding place, every backdoor to database, every name and recording, whatever pops up in the meantime. You’re getting my time and involvement in nothing but this mission, from the moment that I start planning, to the final report. Report that will be classified and you’ll be the only person that ever reads it. No digital copies of anything with my name on it, no GPS trackers or bugs, no recordings of my face or my voice, no S.H.I.E.L.D. gear, vehicles, uniforms or anything you can imagine. If you had done your research well, you would have known that I’m a man of my word. I won’t break the deal and if you do, the mission ends, immediately, and the next time any of your people steps on my toes, your secrets are no longer safe. There’s a great way of avoiding this unpleasant situation -- not playing tricks, highly recommended. Unfortunately for you, you’re gonna have to trust me. I have nothing against Barton’s involvement but the prep work is on me and he steps in when the assassination plan is ready. He gets the coordinates from me and that’s the moment that you obtain information about my location which will be all yours until the end of the mission. I don’t want your money, gratitude or sense of belonging in return. Handheld EMP gun, with a blueprint, will be enough.”