8351/Aftermath Agony

Aftermath Agony
Date of Scene:	20 October 2021
Location:	Hella old building 39th street - New York City
Synopsis:	A shootout at a historic building has Joan investigating the damage. Punisher is investigating the people behind the shootout.
Cast of Characters:	Joan Wright, Frank Castle

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Joan Wright has posed:
It started like many other calls that involved unusual circumstances. Some type of disturbance. Some type of battle and reports of a lot of damage. But as to the extent of the damage, it was not clear. Fortunately there is a group that consists of people who deal with the unusual building circumstances. And while there is a visible presence starting to build outside the front of the building. Not many have gone inside.

Joan is one of the few. The proud. The Damage Control employees. And while she's not carrying any large tools in her hand, the ladden down pockets of the cargo pants, the tool belt, and various pieces of safety equipment on her person, she's here for some purpose. And right now it is scowling at a sizable hole in the wall. "The nerve of people these days." She mutters, turning her head to see a piece of intricate 1920s woodwork torn apart by what appears to be the collective work of a lot of small high velocity projectiles. Brown eyes widen from behind safety glasses. "Those...MONSTERS!"

Frank Castle has posed:
Then there are the bystanders who were just going about their own business when said battles hit.

The Punisher had been near the top of the building, hunting one of his targets, when things went south quick... and he's hidden in one of the closets until the sound of fighting stopped.

Now, he's gone down the3 staiwells to the first floor and checking the damage himself as he stealthily recons outside the stairwell now.

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan grumbles as she undoes one of her pants pockets, pulling out her phone. "Plenty of newer buildings in the neighborhood," Joan mutters to herself as she opens up the phone app. "Maybe one of the office buildings after hours. But no. Just HAD to have their squabble in one of the historic buildings..."

The camera is held up to film what she's seeing, thumb occasionally clicking off a still shot of notable damage.

She sighs, looking to some charred pieces, nudging a piece with her foot. "Wha- Was that even necessary?"

She shifts her foot over, nudging some bits of glass. "Oh God. Please let all the pieces be here." She pauses. "Okay. Not finding any damage that's going to cause the floors above to come crashing down at least. So that is a plus."

Frank Castle has posed:
A corner mirror is used just inside the doorway as Frank hears a new voice. Damage Control is well known in the vigilante community, and Frank Castle tries to keep up with their work, given that his more explosive warzones tend to attract their attention.

Still, this would be a good time to feel out their operations...

He pulls back up the stairwell as the voice starts getting closer...

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan's complaints seem to die down after she gets over the initial shock of the damage inflicted upon the lobby area. The sound of footsteps moving towards the general area of the stairwell travels well with the lack of persons but as Joan nears the bar area, her steps slow to a stop. She steps over towards the bar near another collective pattern, looking over to the holes in the wall, followed by a visual sweep of the wall. She gives a cautious sniff, frown deepening as her nose scrunches up. She glances over to the specials board and then grabs a plastic coated menu, skimming through it.

"Dammit." Turning, she steps over towards the storage room area. Disappearing through a door. Soon the power to the bar area cuts off.

Camera turned off, and phone being used for a phone, Joan walks back into the dark bar. "Hey Randy, get William on the line. We're going to need him to do some electrical first. I think some of the wires might have gotten damaged in the firefight."

Frank Castle has posed:
Pulling out a tablet, Frank starts to go through the Damage Control website, checking their information. then... "Micro, see if you can get me an employee list for this building from the damage control people."

Then, he heads back down the stairwell to the basement, the tablet put back in his utility pouch... and he heads for the utility area.

A moment later, and the power is out, along with the gas and water. That should be good enough to get someone checking out what's going on.... and he moves to hide somewhere with a view to the stairs..

Joan Wright has posed:
"No it doesn't work that way. Structure's one thing but wiring's a lot more-" Joan shakes her head, reaching into another pocket to pull out a strap on head lamp, "Just- get him. Building's 1920s and judging from the placement of the box, and the specs sent over, it's going to need his touch. Building's not going to fall on us, we just need to make sure it doesn't fry us while we fix the other stuff."

As the power in the adjacent room shuts off, Joan's head turns, looking over to the darkness. "...Call me back in ten. I need to check the basement. Looks like the whole building may have gone out."

Call done with, Joan temporarily slides the phone back into her pocket before using both hands to secure the head lamp to her hard hat. Flipping it on, she starts to make her way down to the basement area. If the lights were not enough of an indication of her impending arrival, the creak of the old stairs does not help with the stealth either.

Frank Castle has posed:
Omce she's inside the basement, Frank moves to one side of the stairwell so she moves past him going to the utilities. He's had time to adjust for night vision by this point... and as she's about to get near the power, he activates a local signal jammer on his gear web..

His voice is low as he moves in front of the stairs, "STay where you are." Frank orders as he watches her. "I'm not going to hurt you, but I need information."

Joan Wright has posed:
With the more than gracious warning of where she is and an illuminating light cast to show what she can see, it's not too difficult to know what areas are out of her line of sight. As she reaches over to where the box is, the sound that comes from behind her was NOT expected. And as one does do when they start to hear someone speak to them, Joan's head starts to turn towards Frank, BRIGHT BEAM AND ALL. But the cautionary command does eventually register, causing for her to pause in her movements. So now she's standing between a guy in the dark wanting to ask questions, a power box, and she's just casting a light to the wall perpendicular to this arrangement.

Oh geez. Not this again.

Joan lets out a long sigh. "I don't know why you people do this to me. Please for the love of- Quit screwing with the building."

Frank Castle has posed:
It's easy to see his skulled bodysuit, trenchcoat, and the SPAZ-12 slung over his back, along with all the gear and the dual pistols holstered at his hips to each side.

His face is also infamous and recognizable, if Joan keeps up with vigilante profiles.

"I needed to get you out of visual range of the others and in a controlled setting." There's no defensiveness to his tone, just an explanation, "I'm not most people, anyway."

Joan Wright has posed:
Well Joan's already seen the outfit. There's very little mystery left to who the person she's talking to is so she could very well look right at Frank. But there's that really bright light strapped onto her helmet. Probably best not to go irritating the armed gunman. Even if he does seem pretty calm at the moment.

She pulls out her phone, checking the time. "You've got about eight minutes before I get called back." She allows, "Please note, this is not an agreement to help, assuming I even can but..." She pauses, shaking her head, "State your case."

Frank Castle has posed:
"They won't be calling you back." Frank tells her, again, matter of factly. "I need to know who was involved with the fighting. They interrupted my plans."

Joan Wright has posed:
"Then you get someone else coming down here to check on me." Joan counters, frowning. "I'd rather that not be the case." The beam of light moves, directing towards the stairs, shining in the way of the door. "Seems to be a disagreement between people from two different groups. But they're no longer in the building. I didn't dig into the details, our concern is making sure the building remains standing so those living on the upper floors aren't out a home tonight."

She pulls out her phone opening up the screen, flipping through the offline messages. "Looks like Morenos and-" She pauses, scrolling down the message a bit more "-Lucard. I never even heard of that one before..."

Frank Castle has posed:
"You let me worry about that." Of course, the sleep gas trap Frank set covertly at the entry will probably help with checkups...

"Always some up and coming assholes on the streets. Nothing new. Just another intel profile to keep an eye on." His lips go just slightly taut, as in in distaste, "this is where the money is, so everyone wants a slice, despite the War."

He then whispers into his commlink, "Any security footage for facial recognition, Micro? I thought this was gonna be a simple cleanup."

Joan Wright has posed:
"Those are my coworkers," Joan replies matter of factly, her tone a little cross, "Of COURSE I'm going to worry about them. Doesn't matter what you tell me."

Joan shakes her head, at Frank's question despite it not being directed at her. "goodluckwiththat." She mutters.

Frank Castle has posed:
"If I wanted to hurt any of you, I've had plenty of time to mope you all up." Frank counters, "You're all innocents trying to do what you can about collateral. You have nothing to fear from me."

He takes out a tablet then and skims over it... Microchip having sent a profile in Joan at this point.

Joan Wright has posed:
The background on Joan in general is pretty basic to start with. Joanne Marion Wright, 28. Daughter to Norma Blanchard Fuller-Wright and Philip Theodore Wright. Bachelor's in Urban Design and Architecture. Master's in Historical and Sustainable Architecture. Hired by Damage Control less than a few months after Graduation. Based from her mom and dad's occupations of architect and history professor, respectively there's a hint they may have had a lot of influence in her educational choices. No criminal record, but there is an interesting bit of footage at the Centinel groundbreaking that more or less confirms her to have some type of mutant ability that helps with construction. Like a tornado, only with building supplies. Suffice to say, no one is standing near her when she does that in the video. You'd think Micro would have led with that.

Joan rests the non phone holding hand on her hip, still looking to the door instead of directly at Castle. She takes a deep breath, giving a sigh afterwards. "Is there anythhing else you need to ask me? If so just say it. I'd rather get back to work sooner rather than later to make sure nothing catches on fire."

Frank Castle has posed:
If Frank were the type to express frustration in the field, Joan would be seeing Frank's dullest 'really?' face.

Unfortunate for her, Frank has trained in resisting interrogation, so keeping a masked face is easy enough. Still, being a mutant isn't very relevant to this conversation...

"Anything you know about the two grooups would be good. After that, you can go."

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan's still looking to the door but the promise of leaving is inticing as is. "Neither of them are clients so nothing in terms of a profile in that route." She admits, "I'm better versed in the building itself. A never heard of the Lucard one til I saw it in the report. As for Morenos..." She pauses, looking down to her phone to tab through some files, "I think they may have blamed for causing damage to a bar in the Hell's Kitchen area..." She pauses, skimming, "O'Rouke's." The phone lowers, "It's possible they caused damage resulting in other calls but none I was assigned to.""

Frank Castle has posed:
"Stay here for a minute, then you can leave." Frank tells her, before he's walking up the stairs from the basement.

Along the way, he disarms the trap as he sneaks his way out of the Damage Control area.

Just another day in The War.

Joan Wright has posed:
Yay. She cn go! In a few moments. Wanting to get started as soon as she can but also not really wanting to cause some misunderstanding one of them's going to regret, she starts to softly count out."One...Two...Three...Four...Five..."