(CLOSED-ish) There are things too terrible to remember.

[bellare]

Who: Frank Castle & others (so far: John Murphy, Rocket, Dutch, Juno Steel)
What: Questing!
When: Nowish
Where: Wyver, Nadril etc.
Warning(s): Extreme sass.


[ this is a catch-all for quests! if you would like to participate in a quest with frank, hit me up on disco @ hotdog#0520 or just PM me on dw!! i'd be more than happy to do more. ]

Comments

[stuns]

[ the lack of actually talking about how he needs help putting it on is silently appreciated. this is how you negotiate with a lady who needs help but will absolutely refuse to ask for it. especially when he's never put on a wet suit before. so. ]

Never seen one before, [ a beat: ] well not a big one and not in person. Figured I could do worse.

[ but it's not the curiosity that has juno going down there, rather the fact that there's a job that needs doing and as of late he'd rather fill his time with junk to do than sitting around racking his brain over the mountain of personal problems he's got stacked up against him at the moment. he looks frank over briefly: ]

How was it?

[bellare]

Wet. [ wait- ] You've never seen a fish before?

[ and he wants to start with these fish? frank raises his eyebrows. ]

[stuns]

Of course I've seen a fish - just never seen a big one.

[ raise your eyebrows!!! they're met with nothing but steadfast determination. ]

They don't exactly have a place to get big where I'm from. They just clone the meat so what's the point unless you're throwing your money around to show off and want some big glass tank full of 'em.

[bellare]

[ oh ok. he puts a hand on his chest - dramatic, but you scared him!! the eyebrows just keep lifting at the rest. ]

Let me guess, you're from one of those dystopian futures I've read about.

[stuns]

[ bluntly. give him a sec. ]

Don't be a moron, I'm from Mars. Nothing dystopian about it. And there are no little green men and no I'm not a Martian.

[ he rolls his eyes. don't get all dramatic!!!! ]

[bellare]

Okay. [ not dismissive, but accepting. he's seen a lot of weird shit in the past few weeks. this doesn't actually phase him he's just good at acting like it does. ] Sorry.

You ready to go?

[stuns]

Ready as I'm ever gonna be.

[ because while he's not exactly afraid of water, it's gonna be a first considering all he's ever known is one giant dustball of a planet. but when frank's finished helping there's a murmured out "thanks" because god forbid anyone else hear it. ]

So the name of the game is just avoid being fish food and get the cargo. Sounds easy enough...

[ how bad! can a big fish be! right! ]

[bellare]

[ he just nods, as good at accepting minimized gratitude as the other man is dealing it out. ]

It's that simple. [ no, it isn't, but he has already decided juno isn't getting hurt down there so he won't. that, at least, is simple. ]

[stuns]

[ he makes his way over alongside frank to the area where they're apparently supposed to just dive in and go for it, but looking down is a lot like looking into a whole bunch of nothing that sloshes back and forth lazily in liquid form. juno crouches down at the edge, as if maybe he can see something. ]

Did you actually see it up close and personal at all when you were down there?

[bellare]

The creature? No. Maybe we'll get luckier this time.

[ his humor is pretty dry if juno hasn't picked up on that yet. ]

[stuns]

[ oh it's dry alright. desert dry. that might be how he likes it though. ]

Sure hope so. I really want its autograph.

[ unlike the wetsuit, the breathing apparatus isn't so hard to put on yourself, and once that's done, it's pretty much now or never. into that water, man. ]