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

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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. ]

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Sacred Monument: w/Rocket & Murphy

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He's in the Killbox with Rocket when he hears the call. They claim to need all hands on deck and he lifts his eyebrows as he cranes away from his work to try and get the raccoon's attention. Finally, something ready-made for him, capturing prisoners is much more his speed than running around in the woods with a bunch of half-animals half-people.

"You're going, right?" he asks like it's a given. He's gleaned a few things from working alongside Rocket in the short time he's been here and wasn't rudely interrupted by his stretch in Dranbu. Mainly, that he cares much more than he lets on, and maybe that's something else they have in common. "I think I know someone else I can rope into helping us. Meet you on the transport?"

Sure enough, not twenty minutes later will see Frank Castle with a strong hand around John Murphy's elbow, all but tugging him along. His gaze locks onto Rocket as he shuffles them in next to him on the train to Wyver. He had prefaced this meeting by calling Rocket 'his boss' which might be why he has such a grip on the young man, he won't have him offending the one person he's managed to forge some type of kinship with.

"He's here to impress his girlfriend," Frank explains blithely, still eyeing them both to see what they'll do.

Mapquest: w/Dutch

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[ they're walking in the brush and frank is trying desperately not to remember. it's not an unfamiliar feeling for him, but the memories are harder to tuck away with dutch just a few paces away from him on the path. her scent alone is enough to have him spiraling back to their life in dranbu, but for every real memory there's a false one too and on some level he knows he's never tasted her flesh the way his mind keeps insisting he has. he had pledged his love and devotion for her, however, and meant it - he remembers that acutely and without the haze of mystical energies implanting it there. it's been eight years since his family was taken from him, but he still visits maria in the stasis room every day. she's the only one in there he recognizes, but his late wife is enough to fuck him up for life anyway, looking over her face and unable to find anything amiss. there had been nothing left of her after the explosion, but there she is anyway, inexplicably whole. he wonders who dutch might see there, an ex or a family member or someone else entirely.

he swallows as he raises his device, having gotten lost for several seconds in his thoughts and completely forgetting what it is they're supposed to be doing. he wishes they would just get one of those google maps cars to drive around. things would go faster, and would no doubt be more distracting, which is what he needs right now. in the interest of that, frank clears his throat to get dutch's attention, just barely stopping himself from reaching for her arm. ]

If we get to higher ground we can cover more area at once. [ an obvious suggestion, but he points to a short cliff just ahead they could probably manage hiking without any gear. ]

Sunken Treasure: w/Juno

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[ frank has already been down, but lost his light and had to come back to the surface. he pulls off his snorkel with a gasp and climbs back ashore. it doesn't take him long to notice someone struggling with their gear and make his way over. ]

You sure you wanna go down there? [ he's asking even while helping juno get his wetsuit secured and checking his oxygen tank. frank isn't entirely convinced there's any sort of sea monster down there, but he's not about to let it stop him either. ] Big fish.

[ he says by way of explanation. really big. ]