Where: Mousehole grounds When: Present day @punisher-rising
Remy spent a lot more time outside now that the weather was actually approaching something tolerable. He still wore his trenchcoat but at least the unrelenting and terrible cold seemed to be fading away. People had told him to expect a hot summer but he wouldn’t believe that until he’d seen it and, if it was coming, hoped it happened sooner rather than later. Still, it was nice enough so he happened to be walking around outside, smoking, when he heard gun shots coming from a different part of the grounds. Blinking, he turned towards the sound and listened again. Not overly close together and only one gun. That probably meant someone was doing target practice and there wasn’t a duel to the death happening. Best to wander over and check it out, anyway. When he got to the source of the shots, Remy saw that his guess had been right since there was a man doing target practice. He seemed like a damn good shot, too. As he approached, Remy recognized the man, intrigued that he’d ended up here of all places. Honestly, the Punisher hadn’t seemed the type to fight the good fight, at least not in this way, but people surprised you. Deciding to have a little fun, Remy shook a card into his hand and charged it then threw it at one of the practice targets. The card hit exactly where it was supposed to and exploded. “Bonjour.” He greeted with a grin. “Seems I never see ya wit’out a gun.” Not that they knew each other, really. Just one basically chance encounter but Remy remembered the man. It was hard to forget someone like him and what Remy had at least partially seen him do. The question was, did The Punisher remember him?
