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hadriel_logs2017-10-03 05:59 pm
sightlessly) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-10-03 05:59 pm
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OPEN - In the middle of the night
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.]
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.]
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[she shrugs] More like a twenty-four/seven job with no benefits. And no pay. And maybe a promotion way, way, way in the future.
[George has no idea what religion would make of Reapers. nothing positive, probably]
And yet, here we are. Stuck.
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[Well, there's a silver lining to many things. But Matt's relationship with his faith is already an odd one, given the choices he makes in life.]
And yet here we are. For now. Maybe it's because I'm the new guy, but I'm not ready to just take that for the way things have to be.
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[George became an atheist at a ridiculously young age. then she died and found out that souls exist. which was a surprise]
...yeah? What did you have in mind?
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[He may have encountered someone who basically came back from the dead. Or back from the should-have-been-dead. Matt doesn't know entirely.
As for her question, he shakes her head.]
Still working on that one. Not giving up. Trying to find some way out. They bring people in. I've never seen a door that only works one way.
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[yes, that would skew one's views of life and death quite a bit]
[bitter laugh] I've heard that one of the "gods" knows how to send us back. He just won't do it. We're too useful.
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[He knows a Punisher? Probably not the same. Hopefully not the same. No offense to Frank Castle.]
...then we find a way to make ourselves more costly to keep than to return. [And that is equal parts the lawyer and the devil in him talking.]
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[no, not the same, although if Reapers did exist in the MCU, they'd get exhausted cleaning up Frank's messes]
Yeah? How do we do that? Just hypothetically, y'know?
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[He echoes, which is a helpful thing to do, surely. Like maybe she didn't hear what she said. Because.]
All right. Definitely the first I've met. Nice to meet you, too, George. [As for his name, he's enough of a dork to inform her,] Back home, they called me the devil.
[A brief pause.] Resist. Fight back. Refuse to play their games, at least by their rules.
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[yeah, she's a bit of an oddity in a community full of oddities]
Well, let's hope I'm the last. While I'm here, I'm out of a job. [arches an eyebrow playfully] The devil, huh? No way. You're too nice.
[she considers] I'll try. Some of 'em--aren't so easy to resist. Like the suburb fantasy. Or the shit with the mirrors.
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[Kidnapped across worlds. When he's already a blind man whose other senses have so overcompensated that it's on super-power level.
But more surprisingly.]
Nice? That's not one I hear all that often.
[Not in the mask anyway. Then again, usually once he puts on the mask, it's usually deliberately to go out and be the vigilante, jump into a fight, stop a crime. Get information.]
I wasn't around for those. What happened with the mirrors?
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[George is full of surprises. Sometimes, they're even pleasant ones]
Seriously? 'Cause you seem nice enough to me. Granted, just about everybody is nice enough compared to me.
[George knows something about masks, having to assume an entirely new look and identity after she died]
Okay, so, there were these silver hand mirrors, right? The fancy kind. So you turn it over and expect to see your reflection, but you don't. Instead, you see your worst nightmare. And it turns out that it's not just the mirrors, it's anything with a reflection. And it lasted for about a week. It sucked.
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[Matt doesn't bother trying to hide a grin.]
I don't know, you don't seem so bad, as far as grim reapers I meet drinking whiskey on rooftops go.
[He falls quiet to listen to what she has to say. That sounds... terrible actually. Though he thinks he probably would have escaped unscathed, had he been here. Mirrors haven't meant anything to him in decades.]
Did they stay images? Nothing tangible?
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[she smiles back, a little awkwardly]
You've just met me when I'm on my best behavior. I can be a real pill when I wanna be.
[it was terrible. every. reflection. even the reflection of liquor in a glass showed the vision. that would be a bonus in being blind, not having to see something like that]
Nope, nothing we could touch. Good thing, too, 'cause pretty much everyone I know got fucked over by just seeing it, I don't wanna think about how bad it woulda gotten if the visions somehow--somehow got out.
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[Often. He's been told that often. So he certainly can't talk.
In any case, the story she's telling is just more evidence of the "gods" in this place torturing people for their own ends.]
Bad enough to have reminders of your worst nightmare at every turn, yeah.
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[and she firmly believes that, that sometimes it's necessary to be a bitch to get your point across. she had to use that tactic a lot back home. not so much here, though.
and George doesn't think much of the gods, but she doesn't like the Null, either. she's mostly concerned about people fighting for opposite sides and getting killed in the process]
Yeah, that was--bad. The latest thing was just weird. Paintball guns that put people into comas, followed by a party. What's up with that?
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[But that aside, well.
He can certainly agree with that.] Not my kind of game. I guess I don't understand what use any of that could have been to anyone.
[And it makes him wonder all the more about what might come next.]
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[and if the Null guns for Hope, who's going to resurrect those who die in the crossfire?]
They say that Rage and Delight just got back from somewhere. I'm guessing they came up hungry. The paintball game was to feed Rage, the party was for Delight.
[George is learning not to guess. She's never going to be right]
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[He knows he shouldn't offer the personal information. Back home he never would. Back home he wouldn't be having this conversation. Here, well, here they're all stuck in this together. And here he doesn't have to worry about his loved ones or his life being hurt if someone puts two and two together and figures out his identity.]
I really... do not like being an hors d'oeuvre.
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[and if Rube had any idea of how many people George had shared the whole Grim Reaper thing with, he'd hit the roof. but she figures that while she's here, trapped with a bunch of other oddities, she might as well be honest. she's starting to figure that her world might be unique, anyway]
[she chuckles a little. not at him, but with him. there's a difference] You think the rest of us do? Fuck knows I don't.
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[A faint grin. She's sharp, and if she's got a penchant for arguing, her mom might've had a good point.]
No I imagine most of us are pretty ticked off to be part of the buffet. I think that's what we've got going for us in terms of common ground, at a minimum.
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[she probably did. not that George likes admitting it (even though she kind of did)]
I do know some people who say they don't mind, but most people I know? They get pretty pissed off when it's feeding time at the zoo, y'know?
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[Not a vocation he would have expected to exist. ...what degree do you get to go into that?]
Yeah, exactly. That's good though. Means people haven't given up and accepted it. [Acceptance is when things get worrying.]
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[you die. and you get to be the lucky person who fills the previous Reaper's quota of souls. then, you take their place]
You'll probably have better luck with those of us who haven't been here very long. We haven't gotten used to being served on the buffet yet, right?
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It'll need to be a group effort.
[Matt is new, trying to put pieces together, knows he doesn't have near enough information or evidence yet.]
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Not too big a group. Less chance of leaks that way.
[George is also relatively new. She's been through three god events by now and with the exception of the happy suburb land, she didn't like any of them]
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