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The familiar stench of stale blood, antiseptic, and old man was carried in the gust of wind that wafted past, alerting him to the other's presence long before he entered into his peripherals. Unspoken wisecracks danced on the tip of Daken's tongue, itching to be said, although he refrained -- for the time being. As of right now -- and luckily for the old man -- Daken had more important matters to attend to.
❝----Castle. Just the man I wanted to see.❞ Not really. But he'll do.
✘ ✘ [ castifico ]
" . . . Uh . . . "
The guy reeks of stale blood and fear that was not his own, his eyes of steel and his shoulders about eighteen feet or so across.
Big boy . . . Why was Big Boy following him?
" Somethin' . . . I can do for you? "
castifico started following you:
"Quite a reputation you have."
'Jesus Christ, Frank. Where the hell did you get all of this stuff? I think you have more than we do...'
castifico started following you
"Can ya' just carry guns 'round like that?"
The safety was snapped back, pistol raised and aimed at the group of men in front of her. Walkers she had a problem killing, people on the other hand -- it all depended on the situation -- and this one felt right. Nervous fingers ghosted over the trigger, hesitating as she watched the scene before her unfold.
He was bleeding -- the man on the ground -- though he was far from out. He appeared far more intimidating, more aggressive than the ones currently shouting profanities and dishing out the hits, but she wasn't about to stand there and watch him die. With both hands firmly clasped around the pistol, Lizzie pulled the trigger, bullet instantly connecting with the nearest thug's skull, spattering his compatriots with blood and sinew. It wasn't much, though hopefully it was enough of a window for the raven-haired man to regain his footing, seeing as her actions had just garnered the attention of the remaining men...
castifico
"Frank Castle. You're not a face you se around SHIELD -- ever. Must be pretty serious cause I doubt you'd come if they asked." He paused to glance over his shoulder to ensure no one was near before he turned back to the man before him arms crossing over his chest. "How can I help you?"
Castle.
