OPEN - In the middle of the night

[sightlessly]

Who: Matt (playing the Devil of Hell's Kitchen Hadriel's Pantry?) and OPEN
What: Old habits die hard. Matt is hopping around the rooftops and backstreets of the city
Where: Honestly, anywhere -- from the city straight to the tunnels
When: Now, but encompassing various days/nights in the near future
Warnings: Matt's stupid "disguise" fashion sense. And PARKOUR!!!



[Matt has settled in, more or less, to his apartment, gotten the general layout of the city down. Very nearly even found a routine -- exploring, gathering supplies, going back to his new "home" and going through his mental notes, of what he knows and what he doesn't know.

But walking around the streets, cane in hand, doesn't give him everything he needs to know. And he may have sworn off his other life as Daredevil back in New York, but doesn't this count as an extenuating circumstance? Well, that's the justification he's using.

He's dressed all in black, pants, a long sleeve shirt, thick gloves, and a black knit cap pulled down over his eyes, the bridge of his nose, so only the lower half of his face shows.]



[Option A - City Streets]

[It's after dusk, but Matt does make his way along the streets, sticking to less-traveled ways. But that doesn't mean he won't run into someone else out and about in the evening hours.

In fact, it's Matt's luck that he may wind up dropping down from the rooftop, landing soundless -- right in front of some poor unsuspecting person.]


[Option B - Rooftops]

[Most of the time though, Matt spends his time above the city, darting around from one building to another. If he happens to run into anyone up here, well, that will catch his interest for certain, and Matt will approach.

Trying to come across as not a threat -- despite being a masked man all in black.] ...nice night for getting out... [He's bad at casual conversation in these situations. Usually he sticks to punching when he's wearing the mask.]


[Option C - In or Near The Tunnels]

[And since he was warned against the tunnels, Matt is definitely going to check those out. Yeah yeah, monsters. He knows.

Of course, he does have to make it past the outskirts of the city first. Maybe someone catches him before he can make it out that far.

Or maybe someone else is exploring, and may feel a hand on their arm and a low whisper,] Careful. There's something up that way... [Just a friendly alert that here be monsters.]


[Option D - Wild Card]

[Or catch him basically anywhere else.]

Comments

Option A!

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery has been out for a stroll in the early evening, taking in more of the sights of the city and trying to acclimate herself to her new home. she's also been gathering supplies and is carrying a bag full of tinned food, primarily fruit

so, yes, it would figure that he'd land right in front of her, startling her into dropping her bag. cans of fruit go everywhere]

--by the Seven! Who--what are you doing?

[sightlessly]

[Well, this is his fault. He's too busy paying attention to everything -- the sounds of the city from up here, the way the air moves (and doesn't move) -- to pay the very specific attention that he needs to.

So as he straightens up and turns towards the sound of a familiar voice, for a moment he's actually surprised into silence.]

Ah... sorry. [The mask man is at least polite enough to apologize, and then just stand there, unhelpfully.] Just having a... [Well you know what, he goes with...] ...look around.

[roseofthetyrells]

[well, it's partially Marg's fault, too. she wasn't paying attention to where she was going other than back to her apartment

she's still too startled by the man in the suit to begin to gather her spilled food]

A--a look around? [wait, that voice is familiar. isn't it?] I. I see. Have you found anything interesting?

[sightlessly]

[And the first thing he has to do is bite back the knee jerk reaction, after thair last interaction, to answer 'not until now' but for now he puts that away.

And instead he will duck down and start gathering up the goods that he's startled straight out of her grasp.]

So far it's a quiet night. I hope it stays that way.

[No fires, no games by the beings that style themselves as gods.]

[roseofthetyrells]

[and Marg is still puzzling at the voice. she knows she's heard it. the name's on the tip of her tongue.

she smiles and bends over to help, loading the cans of fruit into a large shopping bag]

So do I! It's a nice change. Perhaps this place isn't always terrifying or strange?

But--forgive me--I know you. Don't I.

B pls!

[drabsolutelynot]

[Rosen is headed back from a late night at the clinic when he sees what looks like an idiot--er--a person on a nearby house roof.

This cave always manages to somehow get weirder. ]

You're going to break your neck. The clinic isn't equipped for that.

[sightlessly]

[Spotted is it. Matt hesitates for a moment before he drops down, quite lightly, not all that far away from.

Well.

Someone who is scolding him.]

That's definitely not the plan. I wouldn't want to trouble the clinic at all. I think you've got your hands full.

[drabsolutelynot]

In my experience most people who fall off the roof tend not to plan on falling off the roof. Its more something that just happens when someone is careless.

[sightlessly]

You've got a point, there.

[Matt concedes, but a tip of his head as though listening to see what he's missing, but no, no sounds from above for now.]

I can't afford to be careless. [Now. Or ever.] Though I suppose they all things accidents for a reason.

Option B

[toiletseat_girl]

[George is sitting on the rooftop of her house, seeking a little peace and g*ddamn privacy. hard to achieve in a house of five. she may or may not also be drinking out of a stolen bottle of whiskey.

his outfit barely raises an eyebrow. she's seen too much weird shit in her life and afterlife to be thrown off-balance by a guy in a weird suit]

I thought so, yeah. No weird god shit going on, it's not my night at the clinic. [shrugs]

[sightlessly]

[Well here to ruin privacy and peace and quiet, Matthew Murdock has arrived. But the fact that his appearance is met so casually.

Matt is a little curious about that.]

My thoughts exactly. Well. Except the clinic part.

[A pause.] And calling them gods still feels wrong.

[Too Catholic for his own good.]

[toiletseat_girl]

[ehhh, quiet is overrated since it's too dark for her to read her book. she does, however, take another drink of the whiskey.

George is just special, that's all]

Place is actually kinda peaceful when there's not.

Yeah, to be honest? I don't like calling 'em that, either. But I haven't heard any better suggestions.

[and George is/was an atheist]

[sightlessly]

Kidnapping assholes has a ring to it, I think.

[His lips curl into a faint dry smirk of a smile and he shrugs one shoulder. Honestly it is odd to have a casual conversation like this dressed for his evening excursions.]

But I may still be a bit on the bitter side. [At least he an admit that.]

B

[requiemshark]

[Okay. This is a new one.

Ephemera sets his cleaning brush down deliberately, rifle components spread out before him. Up until a moment ago he'd been sitting on the roof and enjoying the view while doing some gun maintenance, but now he's on guard and wishing he hadn't been feeling so safe lately. He wouldn't be having this problem in his armor but now he's out here in his painting sweats like an idiot. He's still got the pistol tucked under his shirt, but reaching for that will take too long.

He leans back, watching.]

Nice costume. I like it. Kinky.

[sightlessly]

[Scent of gunpowder is absolutely unmistakable, but Matt can tell where they are, un-assembled. And for now at least, that's what he's focused on as he straightens up. Despite himself, Matt manages a sheepish grin.]

This is nothing. You should see the one I have back home.

[It has horns.]

Doing some spring cleaning?

[requiemshark]

Now you're teasing.

[Guy moves quick, almost as fast as Carolina. Ephemera wouldn't be worried if he had his armor, but right now it's just him and his bare hands, sitting on the roof like a moron. Calmly, he begins reassembling the rifle. Not too fast, so it won't look like a threat.He can do it in fifteen seconds if he really hurries, but that telegraphs too much. Can't do that, no sir.

Nice and easy.]

Weapon maintenance. Gotta take care of your tools.

[sightlessly]

Sadly, I'm not.

[Matt answers. And it's entirely true. He's keeping the conversation easy and light. He can more than sense the other man's tension, the deliberateness to his movements.

Well, not like he can blame to guy for being on edge. A masked man did just show up out of nowhere.]

Never been much for guns, myself. Did you already clean the other one?

[The scent of various metals and gunpowder is all too clear.] For what it's worth, I'm not planning on giving you reason to use either of them.

A!

[evocation]

[Kyna isn't afraid of much, even at night. She's too cocky with her magic for that, but when some guy dressed like a cheesy bank robber drops down from a roof in front of her, she jumps, scrambling back.]

Jesus Christ.

[This is the second time in a week that's happened.]

What is it with everyone running around on the roofs here? God.

[sightlessly]

[Well, now Matt feels a bit guilty. He didn't mean to scare anyone who didn't deserve scaring.

But that is not a reaction he's expecting.]

...everyone? I didn't realize it was a trend.

[Who knew.] Sorry. You all right?

[He can be polite as a masked man, when there's not an immediate fight on hand.]

[evocation]

Yeah, I'm okay.

[Okay, just terminally dramatic.]

What's with the outfit, Batman?

[sightlessly]

Bat what?

[But uh. The outfit. Well. His lips press into a wry smile.] All us roof jumpers are wearing it. New fall style.

[A pause and he adds,] Or an old one.

[B]

[nonscriptum]

[Now that Elena is in Hadriel, Nate doesn't really see a need to spending every evening clambering across the well-worn rooftops again and again, but on occasion he still slips out for an hour or two to keep himself sharp, to stop every so often and take notes, get in a drawing or two.

This is one such occasion, scrambling up a rope he lodged in a broken parapet with a grappling hook. Nate is four feet from the top when he hears the crunch of damaged masonry, looking up just in time to see a slab of limestone split as his anchor slides free and the bottom of his stomach drops out as he falls.]

Crap-

[He snags an outcrop, some kind of old windowsill, several feet below and dangles for a moment by one hand, hooking the rope back into his belt and swearing again before he adjusts his grip. Nate climbs to the roof a few seconds later, elbows and knuckles scraping rock in an altogether satisfying way, and heaves himself over the edge with a breathless laugh.]

That was close.

[sightlessly]

[Matt heads it too. First the snag of the book and the sound of someone making their way up toward the roof. Then the sharp sound of stone giving way. He's already in motion to the edge, though he's half certain he's going to bear witness to someone plummeting and is already figuring out the best way to reach the unfortunate faller and get them to medical attention when.

Well. Fingers on stone. And the sound of slightly more effortful climbing. Well. Good catch.

It's only as Nate heaves himself over the edge and speaks that Matt realizes that this is someone familiar.

He probably ought to take off before he's even noticed. But instead, he'll be obnoxious and clap his hands a few times.] Really close. I didn't think that was going to go your way. You all right?

[He's trying to keep his voice pitched low, quiet. But yeah don't mind the masked man questioning your life choices here, Nate.]

[nonscriptum]

[Good catch? No, a lucky catch. Nate's miraculous ability to not die in spite of everything that happens to him is the work of the divine. Blessed by something, he rolls onto his side and gets to his feet, startling only when somebody starts clapping like he just executed the most unimpressive golf swing.]

Fine.

[He replies, frowning at the shadowy figure with mild suspicion.]

I improvised. What the Hell are you supposed to be? Halloween's a month away.

[sightlessly]

[Good and lucky are hard to distinguish sometimes. And the jury is still out on which it's better to be. But either way, Matt is glad that he's not currently involved in scraping Nate off the street below.

But.

Right.

Look he knows the outfit is ridiculous, and his mouth curls into a sheepish sort of wince.] I'm not supposed to be anyone. That's the point.

[Really the actual official costume is worse. Far more utilitarian and useful, but way worse.]