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ㅤ "...D3."
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@dreadhour
ㅤ "...D3."
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cordelia: why are moody and frank sitting with their backs to each other?
alice: they had a fight.
cordelia: then why are they holding hands?
alice: they get sad when they fight.
“...Ain't found a way to kill me yet Eyes burn with stinging sweat Seems every path leads me to nowhere Wife and kids household pet Army green was no safe bet The bullets scream to me from somewhere...”
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“I thought you had this covered, man.”
@xavecamour
open the fucking door ! / frank @ caleb
@preytale | meme.
he can't resist the smile, thoroughly unfazed by the tone. the promise of violence is familiar, even resonated with to some degree. only problem is he'd made his opinions clear where they stand if Frank took off again and he was nothing if not a man of his word. if you're going to leave again, stay gone. that was what he'd said and it was more than just a warning or empty threat. they'd traded blows last time and he had no problem doing so again. crossing his little sister on the other hand...he felt too much pride that she'd slammed it in his face to go against it right in that moment. "i would but you forgot to say the password."
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@infamouscabal | (continued from x)
Lips pursed tightly in feigned innocence, Frank ran one ghostly fingertip along a page in a random file, pretending to be gravely interested in what he read. He pointedly refused to look at Molly (though he was aware of her staring), and slowly began to drift backwards towards the door– centimeter by centimeter.
“No, I did not. I have more information about the Inquisitors.” Cabal squinted suspiciously at Molly. Her features had a greenish cast and she was staring at an empty wall– was she somehow falling ill? His eyes followed her apparent gaze, and then moved back to Molly’s face.
“Until yesterday, they were staying at the Fantasy Roadside Inn, which I am to understand is a motel. They checked in under the names ‘No-Ho Hank and..” Cabal scowled at his notebook. “Someone calling themselves ‘Princess’. They sound like idiots.” He paused, his habitual frown deepening as his gaze returned to Molly. image
“Are you listening? Fraulien McKie?”
It wasn’t lost on her that Frank was inching away, and she stood slowly, frowning at him. He’d never been so quiet, ever since she’d had the displeasure of meeting the specter, and she was surprised that Cabal wasn’t remarking on it. Then again, Cabal had a habit of ignoring things like this--wasn’t an immediate concern of his, therefore...
“What?” She finally pulled her eyes from Frank’s odd behavior, but just a beat before she was focused again. “Sure, Princess Hank--whatever. Are you not seeing this?” Molly gestured toward the ghost just casually making his way out of the room. “You’re not gonna remark on it at all? Bitch hasn’t stopped his bullshit for hours and the second you walk in, he’s silent as a monk.”
“Hey, you gonna tell me you’re afraid of Cabal and not me?” She demanded, and started to move around her desk. That alone, however, was draining. Fuck, if she wasn’t tired... “I think I’m offended.”
@0nebatch gets a starter from Ellie because I said so
It’s not something she’d expected, getting this kind of call...but then again, maybe she should have. Ellie made her living dealing with the grim and the grisly; not exactly the type to receive a house call solely for some schmuck’s tummy ache. Just once, though, she’d have liked to experienced that. Throw the guy some tums and be on her way.
This one...this one looked bloody. What else did she expect, coming face to face with the Punisher himself?
“Easy.” She raised her hands, the other hand holding what doubled as a medicine bag. “Mutual friend sent me. Sh-she said you’d be expecting me? Something about...about colorful bandaids and lollipops?” That was the code, right?