Frank unzips his jacket as he heads deeper into the woods, thinking he's just a little out of shape at first — winded, maybe. But he realizes soon after it's a good ten degrees warmer as sweat starts beading up on his chest. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea, especially considering he lost track of the group he came here with already somehow. That really shouldn't be possible with his training, but this place has a way of turning him around; of disorientating him. The heat pulls up under his skin, reminding him of the desert and suddenly, there's a spring just in front of him and damn, does that look inviting. It also can't be real though, right?
He dips his hand in and sighs at the perfectly refreshing temperature. Okay, even if this is a mirage? He's in. Anyone who happens upon Frank will find him in a clearing with his boots and jacket next to him and his pants rolled up so he can leave his feet in the water up to his ankles. It might be hard to snap him out of the scene, but the second someone does he'll be on solid ground again, the temperature just this side of nippy, shivering a little even though he's dry and bundled once more.
barthala's grotto
cw:alcoholism
This place is beautiful, even he has to appreciate just how much. A butterfly lands on his finger and he lifts his hand to study the creature before it flits away again. More and more come, landing on his nose and shoulders and in his hair.
"I feel like a goddamn Disney princess," he admits to no one in particular. It doesn't take him long to feel the effects of the plants all around him, and he stumbles until he can sit on the forest floor. He super hates being drugged, it's hella inconvenient. "So much for six months sober, assholes." Frank laughs once, dully, pulling a chip out of his pocket and spinning it between his fingers. So much for this place keeping him on the straight and narrow. Or his version of it, anyway. He tosses it carelessly away from himself in the grass.
your new life
a.k.a. Sheriff Castle
Did you do something not-good? Or maybe you've been affected by the forest turning everyone into wildlife. Frank isn't above a little animal control duty. Every time he throws a person or animal-person in lock-up, however, there's this inexplicable tingling at the base of his skull like something is off. But then every time someone smiles at him or brings him a coffee or any mundane thing, he adjusts his badge and hat and forgets what he was worried about. Could be indigestion, or just too much caffeine maybe. He really has to start drinking more water.
He does his rounds every night, making sure the prisoners are comfortable and not causing any trouble. It's not normal that these animals sort of look like people and he's pretty sure they were getting aggressive with each other out in the woods, right? Except he can't remember why that's strange at all.
"Just make yourself at home, son. You're in for a long, boring night." His favorites tbh. Frank makes his way back to his tiny office to catch up on some local reading.
boundaries beyond
As he walks farther and farther from the invisible boundaries around Dranbu, it's as if he can physically feel the curse being lifted. He can identify everything that happened to him because of that place and now he's free, but a lot of people are still back there. He swallows and turns back around. Things always go great when he plays hero, so how is he supposed to resist the opportunity?
[ feel free to wildcard him though i'm not going the spouse route for new life memories, feel free to assume any basic cr you like from acquaintances to friends/frenemies. also if you prefer brackets i'll switch style no problem and if you want to plot anything else slide on over here! i'm hotdog#0520 on disco for anything else. ]
frank castle 💀 the punisher
Frank unzips his jacket as he heads deeper into the woods, thinking he's just a little out of shape at first — winded, maybe. But he realizes soon after it's a good ten degrees warmer as sweat starts beading up on his chest. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea, especially considering he lost track of the group he came here with already somehow. That really shouldn't be possible with his training, but this place has a way of turning him around; of disorientating him. The heat pulls up under his skin, reminding him of the desert and suddenly, there's a spring just in front of him and damn, does that look inviting. It also can't be real though, right?
He dips his hand in and sighs at the perfectly refreshing temperature. Okay, even if this is a mirage? He's in. Anyone who happens upon Frank will find him in a clearing with his boots and jacket next to him and his pants rolled up so he can leave his feet in the water up to his ankles. It might be hard to snap him out of the scene, but the second someone does he'll be on solid ground again, the temperature just this side of nippy, shivering a little even though he's dry and bundled once more.
This place is beautiful, even he has to appreciate just how much. A butterfly lands on his finger and he lifts his hand to study the creature before it flits away again. More and more come, landing on his nose and shoulders and in his hair.
"I feel like a goddamn Disney princess," he admits to no one in particular. It doesn't take him long to feel the effects of the plants all around him, and he stumbles until he can sit on the forest floor. He super hates being drugged, it's hella inconvenient. "So much for six months sober, assholes." Frank laughs once, dully, pulling a chip out of his pocket and spinning it between his fingers. So much for this place keeping him on the straight and narrow. Or his version of it, anyway. He tosses it carelessly away from himself in the grass.
Did you do something not-good? Or maybe you've been affected by the forest turning everyone into wildlife. Frank isn't above a little animal control duty. Every time he throws a person or animal-person in lock-up, however, there's this inexplicable tingling at the base of his skull like something is off. But then every time someone smiles at him or brings him a coffee or any mundane thing, he adjusts his badge and hat and forgets what he was worried about. Could be indigestion, or just too much caffeine maybe. He really has to start drinking more water.
He does his rounds every night, making sure the prisoners are comfortable and not causing any trouble. It's not normal that these animals sort of look like people and he's pretty sure they were getting aggressive with each other out in the woods, right? Except he can't remember why that's strange at all.
"Just make yourself at home, son. You're in for a long, boring night." His favorites tbh. Frank makes his way back to his tiny office to catch up on some local reading.
As he walks farther and farther from the invisible boundaries around Dranbu, it's as if he can physically feel the curse being lifted. He can identify everything that happened to him because of that place and now he's free, but a lot of people are still back there. He swallows and turns back around. Things always go great when he plays hero, so how is he supposed to resist the opportunity?
[ feel free to wildcard him though i'm not going the spouse route for new life memories, feel free to assume any basic cr you like from acquaintances to friends/frenemies. also if you prefer brackets i'll switch style no problem and if you want to plot anything else slide on over here! i'm hotdog#0520 on disco for anything else. ]