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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
A trip to the Graves -Bane-
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 21:29:21 GMT -5
1:27 AM----------- Frank Castle's heart had a large coating of ice over it, that appeared after his family was murdered. His humanity was almost lost, but he slowly began to find himself again after his revenge on the Costa family mafia. Every member of the mafia had been punished and killed, ripping the family business in shreds. Frank still promised to pursue other mobs, even if it got him killed. Years of training in the military, improved Frank's ability to harm people physically and mentally. He'd survived three tours in Afghanistan, dodging bullets and avoiding IED's to come home and lose his family to a mob hit.
Frank knelt at his family's graves. His son, daughter, and wife laid next to each other, along with another space reserved for him. The vision of his family's faces had been imprinted into his mind. He still remembers the fear, and shock in their eyes before they were killed. Frank quickly shook his head at the thought and tried hard in remembering the good. "I'm still holding onto that promise I made you all... Don't worry, I'll be joining you soon" spoke the Punisher as he stood up and turned the other way. The cold graveyard had been empty with no figures in sight. The only thing that could be heard, was the sound of the New York traffic passing by. From out of nowhere, the sound of crumbling leaves caused the Punisher to quickly turn around. A large and tall dark figure had been almongst him, causing Frank to quickly pull his Beretta pistol from his waistline. He aimed it at the non-visible figure, "SHOW YOURSELF!" asked the Punisher as he continued aiming his pistol, willing to shoot this man or woman.
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Post by Bane on Mar 9, 2013 19:36:56 GMT -5
Slowly, the figure did just that, exposed himself - as the rain clattered down onto his frame, the cool, crisp night air hugging his every breath, Bane had no reason to hide. After all, he had come to meet the man who seemed so desperate to meet himself and his organisation. Of course, Bane knew why Castle was after him - he knew who Frank was, and what his agenda was. He knew of the countless files, police reports and fears men of the underworld held over this man, a man who Bane had sought out so calmly. It was what set him apart from the rest of the scum; while they clutched to their lives, afraid of the inevitable end brought to them at an earlier stage, he confronted any demons able to haunt his nightmares. Because they didn't haunt him.
"My condolences, Mr. Castle, in respects to your family - and I do ,mean that genuinely. It's never necessary that an innocent come under fire, failing to preserve lives when the loss isn't required lacks the necessary professionalism. However, I do know you seek my audience - no doubt to take up arms against both myself, and my associates."
He began to progress towards Castle - clearly unarmed, he didn't have any plans to attack with a weapon. For one, it was mostly against his practice - entirely so to use one against an unprepared opponent - and second, it was a sign of respect. He knew who Castle was, where he had been, where he was from, and what he had done. The things Frank had seen, not unlike that Bane had seen and done within prison; in the yard or in cells. A child born of chaos, madness and survival, his instincts and his abilities were as deadly as Castle's were.
Both men notorious for their styles - and here they were now, stood in one another's presence. The fabled Punisher, killer of crime, murderous son of Harlem. Across from him, eye to eye, Bane, monster of The Pit, warrior of Gotham, one of the underworld's most fearsome men. So much likeness, in such polar opposites - men who would never, in any existence, truly cooperate. But they could respect one another, and as he had been able to approach, no matter how much the Punisher hated him, Bane knew, the Punisher must have had that same respect. He would have shot to kill by now.
"As I'm certain you're aware, Mr. Castle, I cannot allow that. I am a man of survival, and my associates do not cope well with the fear of their demise - I myself have long since conquered that fear. So, rather than quietly await your arrival, I offer you this - lower your gun, and fight me. I won't run, nor hide, only fight until one of us can no longer stand. I don't believe in cowering, Castle, much like yourself, and if a man such as you wishes to go to war against a man like me, then it would give me pleasure to rise to your challenge."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2013 23:35:28 GMT -5
As the large dark shadow stepped into the light, Frank took a step back still aiming down the sights of his Beretta pistol. The large man stood tall at almost seven feet, and wore what seemed to have been a mask over his mouth. His large muscles had been exposed, along with tubes etching into the back of his skull. Frank definitely knew who this man was. Bane. Supposed leader of Gotham's underground. Frank stared down at the man, and continued examining his frame. The man happened to be the next person, on his laundry list of names that needed to be eliminated. Frank Castle wasn't the type to ever back down from anything or anyone, and if Bane had come here to die then so be it.
"My condolences, Mr. Castle, in respects to your family - and I do, mean that genuinely. It's never necessary that an innocent come under fire, failing to preserve lives when the loss isn't required lacks the necessary professionalism. However, I do know you seek my audience - no doubt to take up arms against both myself, and my associates."
Frank let out a snort of laughter at the man's words. How hypocritical was this man? The mere sight of Bane disgusted him, and how dare he offer his condolences. "You're condolences don't mean shit to me, especially coming from a man like you!" spat the Punisher as he still continued aiming his pistol at the brute. Frank's trigger finger would've been no match for Bane, if he tried anything. Speed seemed to have been the man's downfall from what he could see by looking at his large frame. "And they should take arms, because after I'm threw with Miss Falcone, I'm gunning straight for you and your men!" exclaimed Frank as he continued looking into the eyes of the one they called 'Bane.' Castle never sugarcoated anything, because he was the type of person who said what needed to be said.
"As I'm certain you're aware, Mr. Castle, I cannot allow that. I am a man of survival, and my associates do not cope well with the fear of their demise - I myself have long since conquered that fear. So, rather than quietly await your arrival, I offer you this - lower your gun, and fight me. I won't run, nor hide, only fight until one of us can no longer stand. I don't believe in cowering, Castle, much like yourself, and if a man such as you wishes to go to war against a man like me, then it would give me pleasure to rise to your challenge."
Punisher smirked at his words. If the man wanted a war, then he would've gotten it. "Okay then" said Frank as he placed the pistol back in his holster, "I guess Falcone is going to have to wait to die." Frank cracked his knuckles, and suddenly threw off his trench coat letting it glide threw the air to the ground. He was certain Bane was going to lose with his fists, even though he almost doubled his size. Castle was trained magnificently in CQC, making him a thoroughly seasoned combat veteran of exceptional skill. Frank gritted his teeth and charged at Bane with multiple punches, hoping he would cause damage.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
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