13304/Just A Small Coffee Break

Just A Small Coffee Break
Date of Scene:	07 November 2022
Location:	Coffee of DOOM
Synopsis:	Cecily apprises Frank on her situation as a smol fox and then rushes off to join the heroes at the Ryker's breakout.
Cast of Characters:	Cecily Winters, Frank Castle

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Cecily Winters has posed:
    Two days. Two days after a certain... incident. Cecily, still sound of mind, but clearly not sound of body, is getting her affairs in order and letting her various business partners that she's going on an abrupt vacation. Some of those partnerships, however, deserve a more... in-person and personalized explanation.

    So the four-foot tall fox ... girl is here, at the coffee shop, sitting in a cozy corner seat. Good for secluded reading, or in this case, conversing. It's early evening, or late afternoon, so far from the morning rush. The vixen had sent Frank a request to meet for coffee to discuss some business affairs and apprise him of her impromptu vacation.

    Still, the small fox who is presently more fluff than girl, is as well dressed as always, and if she's armed, it's likely hidden in the colorful backpack she's been wearing around. For the moment, she's grimacing into her cup of decaf with vanilla and sugar, while eyeing the cheese danish she'd purchased. At least STAR furnished her with a replacement payment card--even if her parents jokingly referred to it as her allowance.

Frank Castle has posed:
Frank Castle likes it when it gets cold. Easier to hide who you are. Easier to scrunch down, bundle up, layer. Everybody's lumpy, everybody's got gloves. Ain't quite there yet, but it's close enough. Frank's hair is recently shorn, almost military bare, but with a trimmed beard. His eyes have bags because they always do, because they always will, but ain't a lot of cheerful New Yorkers of his age these days. Grouchy goes around.

He plops down in the seat, hands in his pockets, and there's no question there are triggers under his fingers, "If you're some sorta weird magical emissary here to tell me ya kidnapped Cecily an imprisoned her in a castle, I'm gonna shoot you right now."

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily looks up when Frank comes in for a hard landing at the seat across from her. She sighs, putting down her cup and pressing her palm to her forehead. "No, sadly the one responsible for this escaped through some magical portal back to Thor's realm or somesuch..." the girl's voice still has those cold tones that Cecily is quite capable of, but they're so much... higher now. She's. Ten. No matter how firm and fierce she tries to sound, she's still just a pup.

    "I figured we could talk face to face, before I take... two weeks of vacation. There is hope that this will be dispelled sooner, but... at the moment, I'm afraid there's certain types of business that I'm unable to do..." she pulls her plate closer to herself and reaches for the danish, grabbing it up with her small hands and taking a bite. "What's worse is I already feel my mind.. slipping.. but let's just say I had a very eventful Halloween and magic is way above my pay grade.." Then she scrunches up her face and grumps, "Witches and wizards are stupid."

Frank Castle has posed:
Frank Castle listens to it all calmly. As he suggested, this is tamer than he was afraid of, so he'll take it, no matter how odd it may seemed. Magical people had magical shit happen. He tried to keep it at arm's length, usually, but Cecily was good people, even if she wasn't people people, but she was still people. Aw, fuck it.

"I don't like the sound of that. Mind slipping. Into what? Into a little kid again? Did ten year old you know how to handle a gun yet?"

Cecily Winters has posed:
    The adorable little vulpine quietly noms on her danish, taking a couple of extra bites before washing it down with her drink. "Pretty much," she confirms. "...the others who are stuck like this with me have... well embraced is the wrong word.." she considers. Cecily then shrugs, "Mama taught me how to handle a gun when I was small, yes. And her and daddy were always so busy... So. Maybe I'm taking it better than most because I sort of had to grow up real quick and raise myself?"

    Her ears lay a little flat against her head, "..so I can defend myself but my fire isn't as good anymore at all.. and my body is.. um. Normmal? Feeling? I can't... fight.. as well. Not as strong. Not as fast... to say nothing of these.." She raises her arms up, showing Frank that they're definitely shorter. "Balance is hard... did I have this much fluff when I was older? I.. didn't grow up with this fox stuff... so.. it's.. new... really new.."

Frank Castle has posed:
Frank Castle mutters under his breath, "Fuck, I miss when you could smoke indoors."

He runs a hand over his face, a sheen of sweat there. Night terrors. Not common, but nasty when they hit. His eyes are more bloodshot than usual. "Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna offer an opinion on whether or not you are 'fluffier'. MOstly I was just makin' sure you wouldn't accidentally shoot yourself if you turned into a ten year old. I don't want you on my conscience."

Cecily Winters has posed:
    "I just feel off balance. It's taken some getting used to, the last couple of days. I've got a safe place or three to stay, and big sis--" Cecily catches herself. "--Rave. Has been helpful. Even if she's been having a little too much fun with it..." the girl sighs and leans back in her chair, which is kind of too big for her, even with all of her fluff.

    "But, yeah. I just. Wanted to let you see this. And. Hopefully not worry about me. Or get into any trouble where you want my backup and a kid answers the phone. I'm trying to keep my other partners out of the loop with the exact details but... I've got a business to run. And.."

    The most adorable pout comes upon the girl's face, "...I can't use my big guns like this. The fifty. The other fifty. The twenty. Big Brother Carl is as big as I am!"

Frank Castle has posed:
Frank Castle nods, "That does sound like an impairment. I know how you like your big heavies," he says.

"Back in the day, army buddies, something like this happened, then? I can't imagine. I'd think I'd gone totally insane. But now it's just...regular part of the world. Fuck me. Good thing I never became a priest. I mean, does Jesus die for the sins of the foxwomen?"

Cecily Winters has posed:
    Cecily sighs, burying her face in her hands. "The big ones are hard to use in the city but... they're soooo fun!" she makes a noise between an excited squeal and a sound of utter disappointment. It's weird. Then again, this whole situation is weird. "Better for putting holes in engines like they were made for..." she adds.

    Then she looks up at Frank, tilting her head to the side, appearing to be utterly bewildered. "I mean, I'unno? My folks are all about science... and... s'far as Jesus goes... I'm still human? Or. Was? Or...?" She rubs the side of her head, "...this is hard... you want... a cup of coffee or or a cookie or--"

    She's cut off as her phone rings. A replacement from the one that had been... magicked. She picks it up, looking exasperated, then her eyes widen. "Really?! Now?! I told you I--" she purses her lips, frowning deeply. She gives Frank a look and hops off of her chair. "OKokokokok I'm coming..!" she squeaks. "I'm s-sorry, Frank. There's. An emergency. And I'm needed. And. Work... is... so hard..."

    She exhales a long sigh, clenching her eyes shut, struggling with one side of her mind versus the other. She puts the phone away and grabs her food and drink. The danish is stuffed into her mouth and her now-free-hand is used to put a ten dollar bill on the table for Frank to get something if he wants it.

    The danish is then snagged back out so she can talk, "Talk later, two weeks or sooner. Stay safe, Byeeee~!" And the small fox bounces out of the coffee shop, to catch a taxi--and a helicopter to Ryker's Island."