PUNISHER

Frank Castle blog for The Phoenix RP

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ambrosewolf​:

Ambrose chuckled softly at the other “All fast food tastes the same to me at this point.” He mused before smirking at the other as he spoke of a nice little Italian joint, in truth Ambie loved all types of food. “Well paint me interested, this little place that’s going to knock my socks off, any chance we can have it together?” He smiled. 

He smiled at the other he saw the glimpse of slight happiness in his eye when he spoke about his passion for animals. “They really wont, so if you are ever in the market come and see me, I’ll match you up perfectly” He mused noting that if anything the male before him seemed to uphold himself like a soldier which always made him feel great. 

“I’m not traditional like they are, I’m wild and free, I know what I like and how i want to live my life. “ Ambrose replied chuckling softly at the other “not one bit, i keep a pretty clean body sans currently dinner food” he teased “No the guy five tables away, silly.” 

There mister smooth goes being flirty again. It’s not often Frank is on the receiving end of such obvious advances, so it’s amusing to him. He’ll humor the guy for the time being, why not? “Suppose we could. Might need to carry you out of the restaurant afterwards though.” He chuckles.

“Alright man, you’ve definitely got me interested for sure.” Frank isn’t sure why he hasn’t thought of getting an animal companion before now. Probably because he’s busy but, he can make the time. Maybe it’ll ground him a little.

Frank nods. “Fair enough. I can understand that, you do strike me as quite the free spirit.” Frank can relate in a way. He’s always made his own path, regardless of how far from others it took him. At Ambrose’s sarcasm, he snorts, shaking his head and smirking. “Smart ass.” 

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frankierichs​:

“The power itself… yes. People’s fears and thoughts on you? No.” He looked at the other softly and shook his head. “I don’t really have many friends, because a lot of people are scared that I can accidentally wipe them from reality. Or something.” He sighed, because he was truly the sweetest guy ever and it sucked that people feared him so much. “But thank you for not freaking out on me.” He sees the wink and instantly his face turned into a tomato - causing Franklin to turn to try to look out the window and hide his blush.

“Alright, give me a unique one right now.” He challenged the other with a bright smile on his face. He loved seeing Frank smile like this - he hadn’t expected the other to be someone who grinned or smirked a lot, but maybe he was doing something right. “Oh wow. So you are very out of practice.” Frankie teased the older male and smiled brightly. 

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said, because he knew that he was wrong to keep bringing this subject up to him. Especially since that was probably a rough subject. He moved on and looked at the other. “There are arcades, bowling, going out for drinks, movies, painting, crafts…” he listed, because he was going to get Frank into something so he didn’t fee like he had to fight for the rest of his life.

He quickly grabbed the ingredients, so that Frank wouldn’t leave him for taking too long. He checks out at the self check out and then runs back to the car. He had enough to make a lemon pound cake and cover it with a lemon glaze. He looked at Frank on the phone as he was approaching the car. The male was extremely handsome. He deserved happiness too. And Franklin was going to give that to him. No matter what form it came in. 

“Lemon Pound Cake. And I may have bought some things to make a red velvet cheesecake.” He looked at the other to see what his expression would be.

“Ah. I can see why that’d be a problem, yea.” Frank admits, offering Franklin a soft smile. He feels for the guy, really. “Good thing there ain’t much I’m afraid of, huh.” He teases, chuckling. It’s true though, Frank is pretty fearless. Probably because he’s been through too damn much.

“Right now?” Frank blinks. “Uh...I’m gonna have to think on it a little otherwise it’ll be pretty lame.” He huffs out a small laugh. “Very much so, yea.” He’s not afraid to admit he’s rusty. The truth is, he simply couldn’t bring himself to romance anyone after Maria. And then things got weird with Karen, and....he’s just too afraid to fuck things up.

“Don’t sweat it.” He assures Franklin, not wanting him to feel bad. “Maybe you can help me come up with some hobbies, yea?”

When Franklin returns to the car, Frank gives him a small grin. “Ooooh.” His eyes go wide slightly at the mention of red velvet cheesecake. “You really are trying to spoil me, huh. Sounds delicious.” 

Frank turns the engine over and takes off out of the lot, heading towards his place. “I’ll warn ya, nothing too fancy but it’s a place to crash.” He shrugs, soon pulling into the lot of an apartment complex.

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babydontpreach​:

“I don’t know about that, I once upon a time thought the same thing and here I am rolling in friends. Its hard to get them away once they start clinging to you” Jesse chuckled softly speaking from personal experience.

“True, the end results is something that many people depend on” He mused before looking the other shaking his head “in my experience the ones that get protected aren’t usually the ones who like being so, you might want to be careful she could just show up at your door one day barge in and demand to know what’s going on.”  

“Yes they do, surely you’ve run into a couple ladies maybe even some men who didn’t mind having some work around the house done” Jesse chuckled with the other there were plenty of women who tried to hit on him and he was the preacher. “Nah they like someone that screams danger so they can be a rebel to their fathers or maybe live out some fantasies they never got to do. Surely you’ve met the type?”

“Huh.” Frank dwells on that idea for a moment. He can’t really imagine having a lot of friends. He’s been stabbed in the back too many times, and his line of work doesn’t exactly make him popular. “If you say so.” He smiles softly.

Frank chuckles. “Sounds like you know her.” He shakes his head, picturing Karen finding him and just demanding answers. It sure as shit wouldn’t surprise him, if she was actually able to track him down, that is. She’s a smart woman..he wouldn’t put it past her.

“Ahhh yea, yea I have.” Frank admits once Jesse explains a bit further. He scoffs a bit. “Well, I’ll try to beat em’ away with a baseball bat if I have to, I guess.” He gives the preacher an amused look. “Wouldn’t wanna get the congregation all fired up on my account.”

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captsteve​:

          steve looked back to the musician before gently adjusting brooklyn on his shoulder. “he’s not horrible, i’ll give him that… not really my style though.” he chuckled slightly, if brooklyn wasn’t on his shoulder he’d have shrugged but he wasn’t about to disturb her. when he first came out of the ice, shield had shoved him in an apartment with a list of things he should catch up on and he was so lost for the longest time. it was honestly when he met sam that he’d been able to start finding his place in this current time, once people started treating him like a regular person he’d aclimated better. “i’d ask if he takes requests but most of what i know is probably older than he is.”

It’s not really Frank’s style either...he’s more of a hard rock and metal kinda guy, but he can appreciate talent in any form. He nods. “Yea, yea I can give ya that. A little soft for my tastes.” He winks, smirking at the other man. Normally he doesn’t just strike up a conversation with strangers like this, but something about this guy is real comfortable, and Frank feels at ease.

Besides, it’s all small talk anyway.

“Same here. Sucks growing old, doesn’t it?” Frank shakes his head. 25 seems eons ago these days...

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rctribvtn​:

he  doesn’t  balk  at  the  gun.  he  does,  however,  spin  the  gun  in  his  hand  and  point  it  at  the  punisher’s  head.  if  it  comes  down  to  a  shootout,  there’s  no  denying  he  won’t  make  it  out  in  one  piece,  but  he  won’t  be  meeting  his  makeralone.   “  you  know  what  they  say  about  early  birds  and  worms.  you  snooze,  you  lose. ”

at  the  suggestion  that  he  help  out,  jason  can’t  help  but  laugh.   “  like  a  team-up  ?  red  hood  and  the  punisher  ?   now  that’s  a  movie  i’d  watch. ”   sue  him,  he  likes  the  guy’s  style.   he  does  what  he  has  to  do  and  never  hesitates.   as  much  as  he’s  enjoying  antagonizing  him,  it’s  because  of  this  that  he  knows  he’ll  eventually  give  him  what  he  wants.   they’re  on  the  same  side,  here.   “  hood’s  fine. ”   he  responds  cooly.   “  —  and  if  you  shoot  me,  you’ll  never  find  out  who  sleepy  over  here  works  for. ”   his  boot  kicks  out  at  the  prone  body  at  his  feet,  earning  a  groan  from  his  victim.  “  so  i  guess  it  depends  how  importantit  is  to  you. ”

Oh, so it’s one of those psychos that he’s dealing with. How lovely. It’s not often Frank meets someone that’s as unafraid of death as he is. He simply has nothing left to lose, which is what makes him dangerous. This kid...who the fuck knows what his deal is. Probably just unhinged.

“Red Hood, huh? Ain’t that a fairy tale or somethin.” Frank teases, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest. He can’t say he blames the guy for keeping his given name a secret...Frank knows all about secrets. 

Frank tilts his head, lips pursing a little. Mr. Hood here has a valid point. “True. I can tell you’re not an idiot, which is a plus.” He concedes, gun still trained on the kid. He doesn’t want to hurt him, not really. But it would be nice to shut him up. He’s gettin’ on Frank’s last nerve.

“So what’s your terms then, bucko? How do we end this with all our important parts intact.” 

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ambrosewolf​:

Ambrose chuckled softly looking at the other nodding his head “I do so love that, do you have a favorite fast food joint? Its been a while since I came into the city” He mused knowing if anyone knew something about food it might be him “I don’t know about that, maybe a bit muddled but never buried it always shines through.” He winked at the other.

He smiled softly nodding his head “Dogs have a way of healing us to an extent, I just know if you did drop by I’d find the perfect one for you, Frank, they are all heart, and loyal to a fault. I’ve always loved animals, and now I get to help others find their forever friend.”

“They really can,  I’m not so sure some of their words come from a good place, a lot of times I think they are afraid my brother and I will embarrass them in some way. That we aren’t good enough to bare their name” He sighed moving to take a sip of his drink. “What about you? Got any family around here?”

Frank shrugs. “Fast food? Dunno what my favorite is, I’m not too picky with those.” He leans in a little, speaking conspiratorially. “But if you wanna know the best Italian joints, I can knock your socks off.” He chuckles, gettin’ a little excited just thinking about it.

Ambrose’s admission is surprisingly heartfelt, and Frank is taken off guard for a split second. He recovers with a small grin. “Yea, yea I can believe that. Dogs won’t betray ya, which is a big plus for me.” Animals know unconditional love, and that’s something Frank has lacked for ages.

“Why would you embarrass them?” Frank tilts his head, curious. “You seem an alright guy to me. Not a drug dealer, are ya?” He teases with a crooked smile. “Who me? Nah, not around here.” 

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babydontpreach​:

Jesse looked at the other nodding his head everyone had a past or something they did that changed their life forever. “True so you aren’t so much a lone wolf anymore when it really comes down to it.” He teased

Jesse’s path to the lord was mapped out since his Grand’ma got her hooks into him but for everyone, there was a path to something depending on what they believed. “Nothing wrong with those paths, they haven’t traveled as much hence the rough road but so long as you get to the same end, why does it matter how long or how crazy the road that took you there was?” He mused before looking at the other “She isn’t huh? Must have done something quite bad to get in the dog house.”

He smiled softly at the other, he always believed that everyone was welcome to his church no matter what. “Hey everyone loves a good strong man to help take care of little things around the house.” He winked at the other teasing him “ Doubt it plenty of good church-going women love a little danger.”

“Hey now, I’ll always be a lone wolf.” Frank assures, but he smiles slightly anyway. Jesse can see through him pretty well, so there’s no sense bullshitting too much. 

“Mm, I guess so long as the end result is good, huh.” He nods, then snorts a little at the preacher’s next comment. “You could say that.” Shit was....complicated, in that regard, to say the least. “I uh...kinda pushed her away. But it was to protect her. Everything I’ve done was to keep her safe, honestly.”

“Oh do they now?” Frank shakes his head, amazed. “You’d think the church ladies would want a nice guy. A deacon or something.” He chuckles, thinking how funny the whole thing sounds. “Guess they get tired of being sheltered, huh.”

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frankierichs​:

“Yeah. It actually is pretty natural to me to be honest.” He stated softly. “Just as simple as thinking. So it doesn’t really stress me out or anything.” Was he supposed to tell people that? Probably not. But he felt that he could trust Frank with anything, already. “So, don’t think you are burdening me for asking for me to do or make anything for you.” He looked at the other truthfully. If his power could be used to supply someone, who has been through hell, some happiness then he would do it a thousand times over and over.

If Frank could look into Franklin’s head then he’d find that there was no ulterior motive, just a young and inexperience young man trying to be a good hearted person. 

“Sweetheart, is that what you call all the pretty people?” He teased the other with a bright smile. “But do enlighten me on all that is inside of, Frank Castle.” he smirked softly at the male with a bright smile on his face, because he was definitely having fun with their flirtatious banter. “When’s the last time you even actually wooed someone, huh? And not just a one night stand or a ‘hit it and quit it’. Because I am sure those come effortlessly to you.” He chuckled with the other.

“Well, why don’t we try to find you something aside from fighting?” Franklin looked over at the older male. He knew there was way more to life than fighting, his parents had taught him that. Hell his uncle ben had taught him that and that man loved fighting back int he day. “I.. no.. I wouldn’t disrespect you.. or them like that. I meant new children. If you ever wanted an infant or something. It’s an idea.” He looked at the other and said softly. “I can make anything. I’ve been making pocket universes since I was an toddler.” “He chuckled.

“Well, I like you already. So I guess I will like your area - wait - no… okay I meant… like where you live…” Frankie fumbled over his words and slapped his forehead. “I am going to go get the food. Yeah?” He nodded his head and gave Frank a quick kiss on the cheek to thank him. “Thank you for giving me a ride.” He hopped out before Frank could reply.

“Hm, must be nice.” Frank admits, wondering what it must be like to have that kind of power. It’d be easy to succumb to evil, he reckons. This kid must be a really good person to not allow that to happen. That offers him a little bit of hope. “Kind of you. I’ll let ya know.” He offers Franklin a small wink.

He snorts. “Sometimes, yea. I’ve got a whole arsenal of pet names, you’d be amazing.” Frank grins. He’s really not sure why Franklin makes him smile so naturally like this. Been a damn while since he’s felt that. “Wooed someone? Jesus....no idea. Probably hasn’t been since my wife, honestly.”

“Damn, that’s really wild. Good to know, I guess.” Frank changes the subject, not feeling comfortable with the subject of children just yet. Maybe eventually, who knows. “I’ve been fighting so long, I don’t know if there is anything else. But uh...you’ve got leave to try.”

At the obvious slip of flirtation, Frank laughs, watching as Franklin quickly exits the car. Cute kid, really. Naive. Hasn’t experienced the ugliest parts of the world yet, Frank can tell. Sometimes he wishes he was still like that. He looks as his phone while he waits, wondering where this night will lead.

When his door opens again, he looks at Franklin curiously. “So. What ya get?” 

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@thephoenixstart​

“Betta move it or gonna do a lot more then LOSE it!” Harley yelled, as she sped down the sidewalk on rollerskates. 

She had a big tournament coming up with her roller derby team, and there was no practice as beneficial than taking it to the streets. Dodging old ladies was extremely difficult. Hell, who’s to say if it were five years earlier in her life if she even WOULD dodge them at all. 

No time to get existential now. There was a big left hand turn coming, and that truck didn’t appear to be stopping. She had to stop and she needed to stop NOW. Reaching out, she grabbed a hold of the nearest person to slow herself down. Hopefully they were holding on to something and wouldn’t get dragged along side her. “Sorry!” Harley yelled, cringing. “I had ta do it or I’d be roadkill!”

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Just Frank’s luck. On a day when he’s just trying to mind his own damn business, somebody has turned the sidewalk into a skating rink. Not the weirdest thing he’s witnessed lately, but certainly unexpected. 

He hears the woman yell out a warning, moving to one side in an attempt to get out of her way. Frank ain’t one to lay hands on women, so best to avoid the situation altogether. It would seem, however, that his avoiding skills are mediocre at best today.

Frank lets out a small ‘oof’ as he’s grabbed, lucky there’s a light pole just beside him that he can grab onto to keep them both from running right into traffic. Once his heartrate slows, he chuckles a bit. As he’s able to get a proper look at his ‘attacker’...he can’t really be too mad.

“S’alright. Lucky for you I’m a sturdy fucker. Ya ok there, speed demon?”

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daisyljohnson​:

“Hi to you too,” she nods as she pulls out a second sandwich for herself. “This lady down the street, Shana, makes them, and they’re the best grilled cheeses ever. She uses some kind of jelly in them. I didn’t think it sounded that good together, but it is.” The woman in question is someone who Daisy kept protected from a gang of Watchdogs. She likes to repay Daisy with free sandwiches whenever Daisy drops by, and Daisy was in the area today. Daisy takes a bite of the sandwich. “Delicious,” she mutters through a mouthful of food. She swallows before talking again.

“And bingo was his name-o.” She didn’t exactly watch Frank killing those assholes, though that might’ve been cathartic, but she knows he finished the job at least. She was hacking the pentagon as a teenager. Tracking progress is easy in comparison. “You did good. As far as I can tell, and I can tell a lot, not only did you get the job done, but the way you did it made sure those cops got found out for their crimes.”

Frank chuckles. “That does sound pretty nasty but I’ll take your word for it.” Once he’s tasted it, his eyes widen. “Well I’ll be God damned. Pretty good.” He admits, taking another bite as he waits for Daisy to continue what he assumes will be some kind of de-briefing. 

He swallows, offering a wry smile to the woman at her response. “Damn right. I’m not known to half-ass a job. Besides...this one felt personal in a way. Wanted to make extra sure.” Maybe it’s cuz of this kids...Frank sure has a soft spot since he no longer has ones of his own. 

Or maybe it’s cuz he could tell it was personal for Daisy. He felt like he had to do it perfect.

“So...what happens now?” 

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babydontpreach​:

Jesse smiled looking at the other, there was plenty about him written on his face and the way he held himself. “You aren’t alone in that feeling, people feel it all over the world. Even if you were told to kill this man and didn’t know all the information part of you will always bug you saying that you probably didn’t ask.In my life I’ve made a couple of these mistakes that will last a lifetime.” 

He smiled shrugging his shoulders “everyone has their path to the lord, or so I’m told, I might have had a one or two bad run in the with law before taking my role as preacher.” He mused looking at the other nodding his head “Always stay under the rader its the best way to live your life, do you still keep in contact with anyone from your old life?” he asked curiously. 

He chuckled softly he loved his church it was something his and he was going to run it the way he wanted. “I wouldn’t mind all are welcome here in my congregation. You might find some of the single women migrating towards you should you join us for a our summer picnic”

“Mm.” Frank nods. “That’s true. I think we’ve all made our share, huh.” He tilts his head, continuing to ponder Jesse’s words. “Everyone probably has at least one thing they feel like they can never make up for.” 

Frank chuckles. “Yea well, my path is pretty zig-zaggy I think. Through the woods. With lots of bears and shit in the way.” Might as well joke about it, right? There’s not really any other way to look at it, and Frank sure as shit doesn’t have time to dwell on the past and mope. “One person.” He admits. “Just the one, and she ain’t too happy with me.”

He likes the whole ‘all are welcome’ thing. Many churches claim that, but Frank gets the feeling that Jesse actually means it. “Oh boy, that’s just what I need.” He snorts, shaking his head. “They’d run in terror if they knew how I make a living.” 

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He looked like absolute shit. His tench coat was torn, his tie crooked, dry blood stained his dress shirt and the corners of his mouth where he’d been sucker punched by some bloke in the pub. John hadn’t meant to start a fight, but the Aussie bastard had said something about his accent and well, one thing led to another and a bar fight ensued. John decided to get himself the fuck out of there before the cops showed up to collect him. So, here he was, staggering toward home and dying for a smoke. John pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and began to shuffle through his trench looking for a lighter. “Fuck me,” he sighed, realizing he’d lost it in the fight. “Oi, mate,” he called to the man up ahead of him. “You got a light?”

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Frank had just finished up a job and sent in his official report, and was heading home for a shower and to relax for the night. He’s excellent at covering his tracks, but he likes to give himself a good scrub after every hit just to make certain. Never can be too careful.

He hears someone calling to him, looking up to find a face he doesn’t recognize. A face that looks like it’s just taken a rather sound beating. 

“Uh, yea hang on..” Frank digs into his pocket once he’s close enough to the stranger and pulls out a zippo, flicking it and holding it aloft to offer its light. Once successful, Frank flicks it closed and stows it again.

“No offense buddy, but uh..” He starts, looking the stranger up and down, “you look like shit. Everything ok?” 

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mcgnto​:

he  startles  slightly  at  the  hand  on  his  shoulder.  sometimes  he  forgets  what  it’s  like  —   little  moments,  shared  human  experiences  with  other  people:  reminders  that  there’s  still  humanity  left  in  him.   he  nods,  has  to  agree  with  his  new  friend  as  he  finishes  his  drink.   he  sets  his  glass  down  a  bit  more  delicately,  nodding  his  head  in  thanks  when  the  bartender  asks  if  he  needs  a  refill  too.  

“  — and  the  anger  ? ”  guilt  is  new  to  him  but  it’s  nothing  compared  to  the  all-consuming  rage  that  boils  within  him.   he’s  been  fighting  a  losing  battle  with  his  rage  his  entire  life,  straddling  a  line  he  always  crosses  just  a  little  before  getting  yanked  back  to  the  other  side.   he  feels  that  pull  now,  the  desire  to  just  jump  the  line  entirely,  but  something  stops  him.   vengeance  has  never  brought  him  peace.   not  with  shaw,  not  with  the  city  guards,  and  not  with  the  factory  workers.   his  rage  grows  and  grows  and  while  en  sabah  nur  had  given  him  a  direction,  a  purpose  to  channel  it  behind,  that’s  gone  now.   he  has  nothing  left.   “  it’s  all  i’ve  ever  known.   even  when  it’s  tamed,  it’s  still  there.  it’s  always  been  there. ”   lips  twist,  pausing  to  take  a  drink  as  his  fingers  grip  the  glass  tightly.   behind  them,  the  metal  on  the  walls  start  to  shake.   not  too  violently,  it’s  controlled,  but  it  perfectly  illustrates  his  point;   there  will  always  be  a  war  to  be  fought  with  his  fury.   he  can’t  imagine  a  world  without  it.    “  tell  me.   does  that  ever  go  away  ? ”

Oh the anger. That’s something Frank knows all about, more so than most. He’s spent many years of his life exacting vengeance against those that even remotely were involved in the death of his family. By now, they’ve all been long dealt with. And while it was highly gratifying at the time, in the end, it certainly hasn’t brought Frank’s loved ones back.

And while it dulled the pain, it never fully erased it.

Frank listens as the man explains, and Jesus, this is truly a guy after his own heart. His eyes dart around as a metallic rattling sound is heard, trying to find the source of it. This guy is...powerful, Frank can just feel it. “That’s... a great question, honestly.” He admits, taking a sip of his fresh drink once the bartender provided it. 

“It dulls.” Frank explains after a moment. “But you get to a certain point where once you’ve gotten so much revenge, you just can’t seem to stop yourself. It’s a vicious cycle. One that’s hard to break away from.” He might be a bit more legit these days, but when you boil it down, Frank is still a killer. Once one, always one.

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          he’d had it rough recently, his life seemingly falling apart after his brother killed one little magician, so he’d be trying to keep himself distracted from his problems but it’d hadn’t been working. the demon had actually contemplated going back to hell, holing up in his circle for the foreseeable future. he was currently at lux drinking, not to keen on running into any of his siblings but it was the only place that made a stiff enough drink for a demon. he looked up, seeing someone staring at him, more than once he’d been mistaken for lucifer and levi honestly wasn’t in the mood to deal with it again. he got up and walked over to the male “if you’re looking for a favour you’ve been eyeing the wrong person. i don’t play that game.”

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Frank is having one hell of a mindfuck right now. There’s a guy in here that looks...exactly like an old friend. Well, old enemy turned out to be more accurate. The person that stabbed Frank in the back more than anyone else. But it can’t be him, it can’t, for multiple reasons. But why is the resemblance so uncanny? 

The guy notices Frank staring, and he doesn’t bother to hide it. There’s no point, not now, when this lookalike is now heading his direction. Fuck it, maybe he can get some answers. 

Frank quirks a brow. “A favor? I sure as shit don’t need any favors, pal. I’m just trying to figure out why you look exactly like a bastard who’s face I ruined.” 

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Hey, Frank. I had a problem at my house and I was wondering if you could come over and help me fix it

“A problem, eh? What kind of problem we talkin?” Frank chuckles. “Plumbing? Electric? Or is this some kind of innuendo. Gotta be more specific.” 

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ambrosewolf​:

Ambrose was always confident it was just something that came with his personality to many it could be off putting but he was always comfortable in his skin. He had spent too much time trying to keep up with what his parents wanted him to be. 

“That’s good, its too late for you to go back to work, and this place is great for stuffing your face” He chuckled taking another bite of his food glad for its easy access.  He chuckled shaking his head “Are you kidding? i can tell you’ve got a good heart, its something about your aura” He teased  the other. 

Ambrose shrugged his shoulders “i don’t know about all of that, I tend to hang around certain circles, but my sister takes the cake on popularity” He mused knowing that if anyone knew everyone it would be his sister. “I am, they can be quite relaxing, Do you own any pets?” 

He chuckled softly nodding his head “I have to admit coming to terms with the person I am even if my parents didn’t like it.” He mused knowing that the bad blood between them also spanned to how badly they treated Blayze when they last saw him.

“Yea, I’m noticing that.” Frank agrees, mimicking Ambrose by taking another big bite of his burger. There’s something extra comforting about greasy food, maybe that’s just his Sicilian heritage coming out. At the other man’s words, he huffs. “Huh. Well I guess if you say so. My good side might be a bit buried thought.” He smirks.

Frank wonders who Ambrose is referring to as his sister, but not enough to pry just yet. He’s still trying to get a proper read on this guy, anyway. “No, I don’t.” He scrunches his nose a little, thinking. “I always did love dogs, though. Maybe I should come see ya one of these days and get one.” 

“Heh, parents are tough sometimes.” Frank admits, knowing a bit from experience. “They think they know what’s best for ya, but they don’t always. Comes from a good place though.” He shrugs, taking another sip of his Coke. 

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Charlie smiled kindly at him as she saw a flicker of recognition across his face. He likely wouldn’t remember his time in the afterlife. It was brief before she’d sent him back, but she knew it left a sort of feeling of deja vu behind. She was like a dark spot in a drunken memory. It was probably best she stayed that way. “I do,” she nodded. She knew Frank scared and intimidated a lot of people. She could also guess which afterlife he was going to when he did finally die, but Frank didn’t frighten her. He was an anomaly. Not many people had gone through what he’d been through and come out of it alive. “It’s about your wife and kids,” she replied, biting down on her lip. She knew this was a sensitive topic for the man and that she had to tread lightly. “I’ve been–” she cleared her throat. “I’ve been following the case.” 

She’d done more than that. She’d become aware of Frank Castle’s unit when she’d come to collect the soul of a soldier out in Afghanistan. This particular solider told her a story, one she’d never forget, about a heroin smuggling operation run by a few soldiers within the unit. The money obtained from this operation was used to fund an off the books death squad. Charlie had used this information to leak a video of one of their operations. The leak had unintended consequences. The ringleader of the operation assumed it had been Frank who leaked it and well, the rest is history. “I know that you’ve been targeting cartels and mobs in the area that were there the night of your family’s massacre, but this goes deeper than that,” she explained. “Frank, what do you know about Project Ceberus?” she asked.

There’s something weird about this woman...he can’t really put a finger on it. She’s probably one of those superheroes that are running around...cuz she’s got an aura that feels totally out of this world. When she mentions his family, Frank’s eyes go wide. He sure as shit didn’t expect that. Charlie seems to know a whole lot, and he wants to know how and why.

“And just why have you been following the case?” Frank asks with a tilt of his head, eyes narrowing a bit. This could be some kind of game, or a sick joke. He ain’t quite sure yet. “I think at this point I’ve taken care of most of those assholes, but...” And then, Charlie blurts out those words.

Fuck.

Who? How? “I know....something about that, but you’re awfully ballsy to be talking about this in a public place.” Frank is incredulous, mind completely blown. “And just who are you and how the hell do you know about a top secret operation like that anyway?” He’s fully on the defensive now, half-wondering if this is a trap. If his demons have finally caught up to him, and someone’s coming to take him out.

Perhaps it was foolish to admit that he knew anything about it, but he can’t shake the feeling that Charlie already knows of his involvement. Why else would she ask?

“You’re freakin’ me out here, lady.”