The Punishing Knights ~ The Punisher And Moon Knight

Meeting In New York

The streets of New York are particularly crowded on this day which is, however, rainy and monotonous.

At least, that's what Frank Castle thinks. A man with an icy appearances. His brown eyes stare coldly at the road ahead of him. His muscular arms move to the rhythm of his heavy, angry footsteps. The latter advances with a straight gait, proud and well with his dog, on one of the roads which strew the edge of the way. Castle huffs loudly, irritated by all the hubbub that seems to be in control. It is only while passing in front of the convenience store, that Frank comes face to face with a nice little crowd of people. The man feels the burning gazes of the citizens weighing on him, which does not help him to come down in pressure. But, can we really blame the people who stare at him? It is clear that his face, covered with bruises and not yet healed cuts, attracts attention in spite of himself. However, it is not only that which frightens them. The colossal Pitbull, who walks proudly alongside his owner, also has something to do with it.

Surely out of fear, all move aside when they arrive in front of Frank. Except one. A raven-haired man in his mid-thirties, much less imposing in height and muscle, appears from around the corner of a building. Frank doesn't have time to do anything before the little biped hits him head-on, and inadvertently drops a small pyramid figurine. Frank, who despite the collision hasn't moved an inch, turns his blackest gaze on the man, now sprawled on the ground. The latter gets up at the fourth speed, at the sight of Castle and the dog.

"-I... I'm sorry..." He stammers, while trying to repress the fear that gnaws at his guts.

Frank understands at that moment that he is not dealing with some kind of son of a bitch, but rather with a very ordinary man who is not looking for trouble. He then slightly softened his gaze which had previously been icy.

"-It's nothing, I didn't pay attention. Frank politely lowered his head to look the stressed kid in the eye.

-Ah..ye-yeah, go-good day sir!" The man hastens to say, before rounding Frank in a large circle and stepping forward.

Pff...! Am I so scary ? Frank said laughing to himself. He was about to pick up the pace, when he felt resistance under one of his boots. Castle shifts his foot to the left, to see a small pyramid. Ahh shit, he forgot his little figurine. Well, given how fast he scooted off like a little bunny, I strongly suspect that he'll come back to pick it up! ... Since he hates pollution and dragging, Frank picks up the small object, and wedge it in his coat pocket. He ends up resuming his journey to his home, while pulling lightly on the leash of the dog, who absolutely wants to move faster.

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Marc meanwhile, get on the front in the middle of an alley, where some passerby walks around completely ignoring him. It's a wierd day to be out for a walk though. It's only after taking a quick look at his surroundings that he realizes he's holding a small figurine in his hand so hard it's hurting him. He does not recognize her at first, but according to her details, the dressing and the color of the character, it looks like an Egyptian man seems to represent Khufu. (We thank Steven for the lesson on ancient Egypt). So probably that his British alter had gone out to one of his favorite shops to buy it. Having chosen a rainy day hoping that there would be less people in town. Unfortunately for him it seems, just by the sound of cars and voices in the distance, Marc could quickly guess he was wrong. And that's probably one of the reasons he ended up in front in the first place. The poor guy must have had a hell of a scare, because Marc can't even sense him in co-consciousness, which means he's probably far away in Headspace. I mean it's not like we could say that New York is a calm place in normal times. After all, there is a reason why it's named "The City That Never Sleeps", day and night there is always action. But even if it's nice it can quickly become overwhelming for anyone, or cause sensory overload, or just become extremely disturbing.

The man inspects the figurine a bit to discover the price tag underneath which is fif- fifteen dollars?! Damn it Steven! Fifteen dollars for a piece of porcelain ? Let's hope it wasn't Jake's money because otherwise... Let's just say he might get a little pissed off. He slips the little man into his pocket and starts walking again, not realizing he's been stopped for a while and blocking a couple's way.

He'll try to talk to Steven once he's home, but for now he should probably take advantage of being already in town to go buy some steak for the taxi driver. Hoping that it will calm him down from the fact that he probably had his money stolen by the ancient Egypt enthusiast, because knowing him it was most likely Jake's money, even if he probably didn't do it on purpose...