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

[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.]

[nonscriptum]

Was the point also to look like an asshole?

[Nate quips, a little payback for the slow clap he earned and a candid observation about the ninja-like attire. Hands braced on his hips, he looks over a shoulder at the vast distance below again, grateful for his quick fingers.]

Or are you intentionally going for "I'm gonna shiv you in an alleyway"?

[sightlessly]

That's just an added bonus.

[Look. He knows it's a ridiculous outfit but he makes do! More or less. Vigilante fashion is never going to make it to the runway. A shake of his head and he holds up his hands.]

Unarmed. Never liked shivs all that much anyway.

[Givd him fists. Maybe a stick. A few improvised weapons.]

So... you grappling hook your way around here often?

[nonscriptum]

[Nate works in a similar fashion. Guns are effective but there's nothing like slamming your fist into someone's teeth to fill the visceral hole inside of you that craves dangerous excitement.]

More or less.

[It takes him a moment too long to really realize what the ninja enthusiast is saying because he can't quite put his finger on why the quip sounds so goddamn familiar. Then it clicks.]

Kinda surprised to see you up here without your stick.

[sightlessly]

[Really he is failing dreadfully at this secret second life thing. But that's his lot in life. He's so terrible at this. And so many things. For as competent as he is, he's an absolute wreck of a man.

He manages to almost look sheepish -- as sheepish as one can manage to look when one's face is half-covered by a knit cap.]

Left it with my other suit. [A shake of his head.]

[nonscriptum]

[Next time Matt wants to lead a double-life, maybe he shouldn't introduce himself to the nearest buff gun-toting wise-cracker as The Blind Guy Who Has, Like, Scarily Good Hearing.]

Yeah.

[Listen, Nate can't judge - he's been living a lie since he was twelve. Solidarity.]

So...come here often?

[sightlessly]

[Honestly he should have stuck with stopping the double life. He's so bad at it. Like, not Tony Stark levels of terrible at it, but not far off that benchmark of impressively awful at secret identity keeping.

Well at this point to hell with the stupid hat. Matt sighs and pulls it off, tucking it more or less into a pocket.]

Not these rooftops, but I wouldn't say this is new for me. I'm trying to get the lay of the land.

[nonscriptum]

[Nate's face splits into a grin as soon as Matt yanks his hat off and ends up looking amusingly rumpled, as opposed to street ninja-like. At least they're on the same page, even if he kind of wants to ask what the hell a defense attorney is doing parkouring across rooftops.]

Spent my first couple months here just sort of...getting used to the layout. It's not set up like any city I've ever seen.

[sightlessly]

It's strange, for sure. I'm just now getting used to the way it feels. Sounds are weird too. The cave warps the sounds a little. I'm not used to it.

[But he's gotten his mind wrapped around it at least somewhat better. A frown.]

I'm planning on looking through the caves next. Apparently that's the danger zone.

[nonscriptum]

[Jesus, how does he function in a regular city with that much noise and stimulation? Nate can't imagine dealing with that much and he's already got something not altogether dissimilar from attention deficit disorder.

He snorts.]

Uh, yeah. You go to the caves if you wanna lose a limb, or die trying. Been there.

[Not once. Not twice. Multiple times. He might have something of a death wish.]

[sightlessly]

[Took a long time to learn to filter that out. Nearly broke him as a kid.]

I don't plan on either, but I need to find out what's in there. The fact that it's left so dangerous when the city itself is relatively safe makes me more curious. Are they trying to keep us away from something?

[A pause and he adds,] I can mostly handle myself.

[nonscriptum]

I figure if we wander away and get eaten they either don't resurrect us or we're too far out of range to deal with their emotional manipulation b.s.

[Nate doesn't know if there's a limit on that kind of influence, but he definitely did some serious exploring prior to his wife's arrival. If he pulled that kind of crap now, Elena would skin him alive.]

I went diving in the lake and one of the gods got really pissed.