hadriel_logs | 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.]

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Same here. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it.

[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?

I've learned to not even try anymore. Not after I had to explain dinosaurs to someone.

[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.

I've been told I can be a real jackass too.

[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.

Yeah? Nothing wrong with that. At least if it's aimed at the right target.

[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?

That is true. Basically you just summed up my day job.

[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.]

Oh yeah? Then, I've gotta ask. What's your day job?

[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]

Defense attorney.

[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.

Yeah? That's cool. Mom wanted me to go to law school, she figured that if I'm gonna argue all the time, I might as well get paid for it, right?

[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.

Heh. You probably would've made a good lawyer.

[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.

[her expression turns wistful for a moment] Yeah. Probably. [but then it goes back to vague amusement] But, then I died and found a whole new line of work instead.

[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?

Grim Reaping.

[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.]

Yeah. And lemme tell you, not a line of work I'd recommend. For one thing, the hours are shit and there are no benefits.

[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?

True. The anger is still fresh. But... the folks who have been here the longest probably have the most information and insight.

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.]

Probably. But there's also the chance that they've bonded with the "gods" by now. Sort of like a Stockholm Syndrome thing?

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]

Could be. Depends on the person. But even Stockholm Syndrome is something that can be overcome.

[If the motivation is right. A nod.] Strength in numbers, but risks in numbers.

[It'll be an interesting balancing act.]

Yeah? How? I mean, I'd imagine that it would take time. Which might be in short supply.

How many d'you think would be too many?

It might.

[He acknowledges.]

At first we start small. From there, it depends what we know. What the plan is. What skills we bring to the table.

The Null hasn't tried to contact us recently, but I'd imagine they will sooner rather than later. And I figure that this time, they'll be even less friendly.

[George is a pessimist]

Okay. Well, sign me up. I wanna know how far down the rabbit hole goes.

OPEN - In the middle of the night

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