8435/Nice Guys and Punisher

Nice Guys and Punisher
Date of Scene:	21 July 2019
Location:	A city alley
Synopsis:	Kurt and Frank cleared the air about Kurt's place among mutants, and how they can get into contact as needed.
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, Punisher

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Nightcrawler has posed:
    Arriving at the appointed location - an alley some blocks north of where Frank had pulled Kurt aide after his meeting of Sibilance. As he knew he would, he's ahead of Castle and is waiting patiently. What the vigilante wanted, he wasn't sure - but it was worth finding out.
    Kurt huddles against a wall, hands and feet clinging with the shadows deepening and gathering about him to help further conceal as per his connections to the Brimstone dimension. What'd Punisher want? He said to meet here, best to get on the right side so he's not dodging bullets later.

Punisher has posed:
It's been a very busy, very long month for the Punisher. This war on the underworld has never been very covert... but there have been some major incidents involving the Punisher in the city lately. Ever since a garage building collapsed in one of his recent battles though, he's been on the downlow, out of the news.

Now, some covert surveillance on a mutant from one of his side trips has turned up someone new for him.

Arriving in the Battle Van only minutes after the intended meeting time, Punisher comes out of the passenger side door of the Van, Microchip keeping a store bought surveillance drone in the air above to keep an eye for anyone else coming in.

Approaching the site, Punisher is still in civilian garb, though who knows what he has concealed on him. He's probably got at least a combat knife and some sort of pistol somewhere. Probably.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "So, you wanted to talk to me." Kurt's voice drifts from the shadows, and the Bavarian watches to see if he will need to jump again. Utterly still he watches the van, and the man.
    "I understand you had questions... Feel free to ask - I'll come out when I'm sure you're not going to gun me down eh?" ready to spring, to teleport. The man said he was The Punisher - that's enough to set anyone at unease, meeting with him is just as rattling.

Punisher has posed:
"If I wanted to gun you down, I'd spray this entire alley with flares and tear gas." Punisher informs Kurt. "You can hide, but you still need to breathe, buddy."

He moves dead center in the middle of the alleyway, "Who are you, and what's your business with the snake mutant?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I'd be miles away before the first bullet or cannister." tone confident as he watches, Kurt frown deep set, tail held still. "My business is that she's my kind, and I appreciate knowing she is safe and not being exploited by shield." Kurt peers from the shadow.
    "Ungifted don't like to acknowledge we're human too, and they like to use us like chattel more often than not. So I wanted to check in."

Punisher has posed:
"You're not human." Punisher grates out, "humans don't have powers or abilities that clearly give them an advantage over everyone else." Punisher turns around as he looks around, trying to find Kurt. "Pretending otherwise doesn't do you any favors... not that I agree with the 'mutants are inferior' folk. I've helped mutants before and I would again."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Why aren't we human? Most of us are born to humans, even started human? It's creating differences that causes the hate." Kurt continues to cling to shadow, letting the darkness gather every time he stops, even turning his head to bounce his voice when he needs.
    "That's my interest in her. I want her safe, I want to make sure she knows she has people to turn to if Shied starts to exploit her. There are many mutants who don't do a thing with their gifts, because of what you just said."

Punisher has posed:
"I'm not gonna get into the human-mutant debate with you. You have your own ideas, obviously. I came here because I wanted to know your interest in the snake mutant. So far, it sounds like you're part of a pro-mutant institution, right?" Punisher inquires, "I've done some work to help some groups like that in the past. What's your story?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "I'm pro-unity. One people, no delineation, noone is better than the other." Kurt projects again, his years in the circus helping him. "I don't want people hurt, on either side, and she's had a hard life. I can relate." there is a moment of consideration, he'd read about the man the papers call The Punisher, "We both can, ja?"

Punisher has posed:
"Oh, an idealist." Punisher muses, amused. "well, I wish you luck with that. I gave up on all of that sort of crap years ago." Punisher puts a hand into a pocket on his pants, and takes out a flip-phone, placing it on the ground. "Everyones got a hard life... but I'm trying to do somethin' about it in the best way I know how."

With that, Punisher turns around and starts to head out of the alleyway, "You seem like a good kid. Talk to me with that if you ever need help."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    There is a sound of air rushing and barely even a light tap of his feet hitting the ground. In full blue, though dressed in the same street clothes, Kurt lands in a crouch. Should Frank turn, there's a hand held out with a small bit of card-stock and an frequency. "Sorry, but I don't take phones. To easy to track. But if you use this frequency, I'll hear you, and I suspect if you're scanning it after this, I'll be heard should I try to make a call, ja?" he remains crouched, ready to leap if he needs. "Call-sign to use is Nightcrawler."

Punisher has posed:
"It's a burner phone using a VPN custom kitted by a technologist I know. It's not easy to track." Punisher turns his head to glance at Kurt as he drops behind him. He slowly takes the card-stock, though. "But if you hate phones, not much I can do about that. I'll be seeing you."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"It's nothing personal, but if your techologicianisting-thing person can make it, he can probably track it better than anyone. So I'm doubly against bring it anywhere near home." Kurt's brow knits, still looking apologetic. "You have a reputation, Herr Castle, and while I understand you're trying to do good, but you wade thigh deep in blood. I don't want that to wash over those in my care." head tilting to the side before he raises a hand in benediction,
    "Geht mit Gott, Krieger, bestraft die Gottlosen, aber werde nicht böse mit ihnen."