[ He honestly wasn't expecting any response, to the man's voice that calls out startles him badly, hand flying to his hip where he still doesn't have a gun. Fuck!
He doesn't reply -- he's not that stupid! -- instead padding quietly through the rest of the building toward the back, where the voice came from. This route takes him through the kitchen, and he takes an extra few seconds to help himself to the knife block -- the big cleaver goes in his hand, the long carving knife in the back of his waistband, and the little paring knife fits neatly into his pants pocket, for emergencies. Only then does he head for the door, peering out tentatively before emerging.
There's more rubble out there, more clear evidence of a fight, and there's the man who called out -- a huge guy, sitting next to...
Oh. That's a Punisher, isn't it? That's a grave with a Punisher as a headstone.
Maybe the ghost wasn't full of shit after all.
Keeping the knife down at his side, body angled to hide it from view, Wolfwood steps through the doorway, empty hand raised in cautious greeting. ]
I'm not lookin' for trouble.
[ His heart's pounding a mile a minute though. That's a grave. That's his grave, fuck, what the fuck does he do now?! ]
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He doesn't reply -- he's not that stupid! -- instead padding quietly through the rest of the building toward the back, where the voice came from. This route takes him through the kitchen, and he takes an extra few seconds to help himself to the knife block -- the big cleaver goes in his hand, the long carving knife in the back of his waistband, and the little paring knife fits neatly into his pants pocket, for emergencies. Only then does he head for the door, peering out tentatively before emerging.
There's more rubble out there, more clear evidence of a fight, and there's the man who called out -- a huge guy, sitting next to...
Oh. That's a Punisher, isn't it? That's a grave with a Punisher as a headstone.
Maybe the ghost wasn't full of shit after all.
Keeping the knife down at his side, body angled to hide it from view, Wolfwood steps through the doorway, empty hand raised in cautious greeting. ]
I'm not lookin' for trouble.
[ His heart's pounding a mile a minute though. That's a grave. That's his grave, fuck, what the fuck does he do now?! ]