Frank Castle (
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Killing you softly with, unfortunately, song
Who: Frank Don't Even Talk To Him About This Afterwards Castle and OPEN
Where: What is this unicorn vomit, and then zombie serenading
When: Backdated to event because I will climb back on this RP horse gdit.
Rating: PG-13 for salty language
Summary: Frank continues to hate goddam everything.
The Story
Early Days
Frank is having precisely zero of this bullshit. He's a damn ground zero of reality intrusions, and he's just goddam peachy with that. Because he is 5000% done with this place trying to taunt him with his family's deaths. Beyond done. Hell, he's ready to punch these wanna be 80s music video Lisa Frank vomit rejects in the face even before shit starts turning bad.
In a way, it's a relief when shit starts showing up dark, because, you know that's fucking reality, at least. Or at least a reality he's more comfortable with.
Frank's likely to be found yelling at an innocent 'Elland' citizen, because all this perky color offends his sense of dignity and thus they need to be hurt, too.
Zombie Days
It's about goddam time. Frank's ready to do some killing. Well, he normally is ready to do some killing, but he's REALLY ready, this time.
He may be ready to do some damage, but he's also quicker on the uptake than before. It only takes about one mag of pistol ammo before he realizes that shooting these things in the head doesn't do shit. Except make a rainbow spray. Which is not the effect he's going for.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Goddammit, every zombie movie he's ever seen has been A LIE.
closed to Liv
Frank Castle does not need rescuing. Nope. He's perfectly fine, holed up in this shack, easily findable by the horde of zombies doing that burping gurling zombie noise shit outside. This is not fucking happening. This is how he's going to die. This is really how he's going to fucking die.
...of all the ways he'd figured death would get him, he did not see this coming.
Where: What is this unicorn vomit, and then zombie serenading
When: Backdated to event because I will climb back on this RP horse gdit.
Rating: PG-13 for salty language
Summary: Frank continues to hate goddam everything.
The Story
Early Days
Frank is having precisely zero of this bullshit. He's a damn ground zero of reality intrusions, and he's just goddam peachy with that. Because he is 5000% done with this place trying to taunt him with his family's deaths. Beyond done. Hell, he's ready to punch these wanna be 80s music video Lisa Frank vomit rejects in the face even before shit starts turning bad.
In a way, it's a relief when shit starts showing up dark, because, you know that's fucking reality, at least. Or at least a reality he's more comfortable with.
Frank's likely to be found yelling at an innocent 'Elland' citizen, because all this perky color offends his sense of dignity and thus they need to be hurt, too.
Zombie Days
It's about goddam time. Frank's ready to do some killing. Well, he normally is ready to do some killing, but he's REALLY ready, this time.
He may be ready to do some damage, but he's also quicker on the uptake than before. It only takes about one mag of pistol ammo before he realizes that shooting these things in the head doesn't do shit. Except make a rainbow spray. Which is not the effect he's going for.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Goddammit, every zombie movie he's ever seen has been A LIE.
closed to Liv
Frank Castle does not need rescuing. Nope. He's perfectly fine, holed up in this shack, easily findable by the horde of zombies doing that burping gurling zombie noise shit outside. This is not fucking happening. This is how he's going to die. This is really how he's going to fucking die.
...of all the ways he'd figured death would get him, he did not see this coming.
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More zombies are gathering so she wants to thin them out. She doesn't love her own plan, but the quick kill attempts aren't working.
"Hey, I'm going to do something upsetting." Apparently she wanted to give the Punisher a trigger warning for violence. Because right after that she grabs the zombie by the shoulders, careful to keep her arms unbitten, as she sinks it and herself into the ground and lets go when its teeth get close. The zombie doesn't die, but it can't free itself either as the top part of its body writhes in the ground. She steps back up to the surface.
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"Try me." Except for the whole killing people to get their abilities shit, he's pretty sure he's cornered the market on 'upsetting'.
He's still not sure he'd put the word 'upsetting' on it: in combat, you don't have time to get freaked out, especially if you see something useful that can get you out of the shit. "That's got to get tiring after a while." Good temporary fix, but he's not buying it as a solution.
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"Most things do." Her power doesn't wear her down much. Not like it can with Nightcrawler but it does add up little by little especially combined with conventional fighting and maneuvering. Training with Logan certainly taught her endurance, but it's definitely no solution.
"It could still bite your knees if you get close enough. It's going to ruin the property values too." Quips help.
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"Yeah, well, it can try and get a steel toed boot in its damn face." Half as response to her, half as threat to the zombie. "So I'm good at slowing them down, and you're good at going right through them. We ought to be able to do something with that."
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But she nods at the idea. "Yeah, that works. Teamwork is better for something like this."
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"You get a chance to notice how good these assholes are at climbing?" Because a Plan might be Forming.
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"Haven't seen them climb yet. What'd you have in mind?"