Thread: The Punisher: Marked For Death (Athene & East)

Suki Kimura Suki would follow suit and get up to her feet after finishing her lunch. The trash would be thrown into the nearby bin. Her left hand, meanwhile, dove into her pockets and began fishing her keys out. Unfortunately, the car's near the station, so we're gonna have to be there for a few minutes. It just seemed like common sense to think that if this man had seemed to seek her out - and had done so twice, both times away from the headquarters - that he had a history. On the other hand, it could have just been a coincidence altogether. Either way, she didn't wanna give off the wrong impression and look as if she were going back on her word. There was as good a chance he had his own weapon. Although .... she had been completely serious on him being a competent fighter. Which, thus, meant he probably didn't need a weapon in all honesty. The sight of them would likely look laughable. Poor Suki had the typical curse that most Asians did and was relatively short, standing only five feet seven inches. A bit taller than most, but not nearly as much as she could have been. Last night at least hinted that what she lacked in the vertical department, however, was made up for in an array of various ways. Not just her chest, though that was also true. She really had gotten screwed over and, in her own ways, was also a competent fighter. ... Well, the better wording was she had to be. It came with both her job and having originally served. While walking, Frank would hear light jingling. With him officially having a closer view, he would see the familiar sight of metal hanging around her neck. Though they weren't in full view, the noise alone gave a good enough hint on what they were dog tags. A quick press down on her keychain and the lights flashed. A few beeps resounded, revealing the doors were now open so both could get inside. Frank would also see that Suki definitely broke another stereotype. She was actually a damn good driver even though she was Asian and a woman. So ... why were you even there last night? If you're another cop, I've never seen you before. But ... no. Actually, you can't be. You would've known the orders our captain gave us. Using a sniper rifle was definitely against them. .... Hell, who even used those? The more she thought on it ... yeah. It was becoming painfully obvious this man was not a colleague she'd somehow missed. It wouldn't become obvious until the first red light arrived. Her head turned ... and she felt something in between borderline scared and shocked. For better or worse? Even Suki wasn't yet sure about that. ... Frank? Frank Castle? Is that ... seriously who I'm looking at right now? The faintest of smirks appeared on her face as she shook her head, chuckling. You're still something of a legend among the NYPD. A very controversial one, too. Okay, so ... assuming I'm not seeing things, that explains your presence. Because ... they hit the wrong triggers with you more or less? Whoever those men were? Had her guest opted to take a more violent approach then, yes. Suki would have felt more obligated to report him. But he'd gone about this in a much smarter and far more diplomatic route than Suki had expected. After all, considering what she'd heard from her other co-workers - particularly those who had been with the NYPD for way longer than her - he was supposed to be incredibly dangerous and violent. Yet ... here he was. Not only being civil, but he hadn't even laid a single finger on her. Clearly, there was more to the story involving him than anyone - especially Suki herself - knew and understood. The drive was relatively short, lasting only about thirteen minutes, with about half of that being forced to obey traffic laws. Suki would pull up and park in her garage, though not before Frank would get a good view of her house . I'm umm .... not as wealthy as people assume. A lot of people forget the concept of renting to own exists. This should be completely mine in ... hmm ... a few more years. Hopefully. A nervous chuckle passed her lips as she stepped out, taking a breath. There was something incredibly nerve-wracking about voluntarily leading someone like Frank Castle in her own home. But when she kept managing to move freely and not be attacked, her anxieties shut up. She seemed convinced enough he wasn't about to give her any reason to call headquarters and report him. Since they used the garage door instead of front, they would appear in the kitchen. ... Goddamnit! I forgot my water bottle at the cafe! Suki clicked her tongue, sighing in annoyance at herself. Well ... I was gonna offer this anyway, but um .... wanna drink? Look around and get comfortable. I'd ... very highly prefer if you removed your shoes somewhere and put them ... anywhere you won't forget them like how I did with my water. I still do follow a few customs from my home nation. After hearing his reply, Suki would enter the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Her own shoes would already be off, as she'd slipped them off and left them in the kitchen for the time being. If he'd given an affirmative answer, she would hand him a water bottle. Otherwise, she set her own down atop a coaster. Okay, so ... where do you want me to begin? Aside from the beginning I get that reply enough as it is from my colleagues. I'm fine with people being smart-asses, but creativity every now and again would be appreciated, ya know?