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TEST DRIVE: OCTOBER
Welcome to
empatheias' test drive meme. This test drive is to help interested players test their characters in the game's environment. We've included a few prompts that incorporate specific elements of the game, though you'll find all of them have a lot of leeway for players to get as creative as necessary. Before diving in, here are a few things we'd like to remind everyone about the game in general:- Date reminders. Reserves open Thursday, September 24th and Applications open Thursday, October 1st.
- Emotions are key! Empatheias' premise focuses on how anyone's emotions can affect their environment, be it big or small. While not every emotion will cause a reaction, significant ones definitely will. How much effect a character will have will ultimately be up to you, the player. Also, while we're giving a lot of leeway for the test drive, keep in mind that there will be some limits in the actual game.
- Everyone has an amulet. All characters have a unique amulet that is specialized for them. It will contain all of their emotion drops and it serves as the network device. Remember, communication is telepathic. Otherwise, it works basically the same.
- Assume the character is already in the game. Because "OMG WHERE AM I IS THIS REAL LIFE" threads aren't going to be very helpful in this test drive! Plus those are going to happen in-game, anyway. So to make things easier, just assume that they've been around at least a week or so. Still learning the ropes, but not a complete "first day" experience.
- First or third person allowed. Your threads can be in either first or third, but we'd advise being flexible about it. Remember, these threads can also be used in your application for samples! Reminder: We only require one sample and it can be done in either format. We have also made a change to our sample requirements, so look over the Applications page!
Now with that out of the way, here are some prompts you guys can work from!
• Prompt A: How about giving the emotions a try? The following emotions will have more effect than usual: fear, bravery, grief, joy, anger, and calm.
• Prompt B: Refer to the Task Board and choose a task your character may be interested in taking up. For this prompt, you could have your character ask for help, already be in the middle of the job, or react to it in some way. Perhaps they were an unfortunate victim or want to create a job countering an existing one. You could even have a prompt making a job request.
• Prompt C: How about giving the amulets a go? Start a telepathic conversation and see how it works. Remember, the amulets are sending out the owner's thoughts so might want to be careful about how the stream of consciousness goes...
• Prompt D: The weather is beginning to turn, which means the trees of Verens are beginning to shed their leaves much to the displeasure of one of the more "upper class" residential areas of the island. They certainly don't want to do it themselves so they're hiring out otherworlders and locals alike to do it for them -- but at a pittance of what the work is actually worth. This has lead to some pretty sour attitudes by most of the hired workers -- possibly including yourself.
Might as well get it done with as little grumbling as possible since it seems that the negative emotions of the poorly paid workers just cause the leaves to turn colors and fall faster, undoing any work they've done. At this rate, everyone will be here for hours.
• Prompt E: With fall comes the desire for all things reminiscent of fall. Including anything and everything pumpkin. One coffee shop is so popular for their special Spiced Pumpkin coffee and tea, that they're having a hard time keeping the ingredients in stock despite the long lines that are weaving out the door and into the sidewalk. Grumpy customers waiting in the fresh cooling temperatures outside are less than pleased, and some even grumble about the wait openly.
It all gets completely out of hand when one poor, lone employee walks out of the door and clears their throat -- explaining that they would be out of the in demand drinks until the day after next. An explosion of irate emotions cause the formerly crisp winds to pick up and wrap into miniature tornadoes! Mostly inconvenient, but perhaps a little destructive to things that are light enough to get tossed around. Looks like right now, finding somewhere else to get an afternoon pick-me-up is a good idea.
• Prompt F: Some shops are beginning to switch out their summer wares for things that are more friendly for the upcoming fall weather. This means quite a few of them are looking for extra hands. Perhaps you wouldn't mind lending a hand for some extra pocket money? One shop in particular is trying to give away their least popular products -- sunglasses that give the wearer a more sunny and welcoming personality.
Why were they unpopular you ask? Probably because of the slight and barely noticeable malfunction that seemed to make the enchantment on them work completely incorrectly. Instead of making the wearer much happier and receptive they only magnify the current emotion the wearer seems to have! Or worse, completely turn it upside down. Of course, this is all explained (very quickly, and barely understandably) as a representative swiftly places a pair in your hands!
• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include something like raging bull and/or cart full of loose buckets.
• Prompt B: Refer to the Task Board and choose a task your character may be interested in taking up. For this prompt, you could have your character ask for help, already be in the middle of the job, or react to it in some way. Perhaps they were an unfortunate victim or want to create a job countering an existing one. You could even have a prompt making a job request.
• Prompt C: How about giving the amulets a go? Start a telepathic conversation and see how it works. Remember, the amulets are sending out the owner's thoughts so might want to be careful about how the stream of consciousness goes...
• Prompt D: The weather is beginning to turn, which means the trees of Verens are beginning to shed their leaves much to the displeasure of one of the more "upper class" residential areas of the island. They certainly don't want to do it themselves so they're hiring out otherworlders and locals alike to do it for them -- but at a pittance of what the work is actually worth. This has lead to some pretty sour attitudes by most of the hired workers -- possibly including yourself.
Might as well get it done with as little grumbling as possible since it seems that the negative emotions of the poorly paid workers just cause the leaves to turn colors and fall faster, undoing any work they've done. At this rate, everyone will be here for hours.
• Prompt E: With fall comes the desire for all things reminiscent of fall. Including anything and everything pumpkin. One coffee shop is so popular for their special Spiced Pumpkin coffee and tea, that they're having a hard time keeping the ingredients in stock despite the long lines that are weaving out the door and into the sidewalk. Grumpy customers waiting in the fresh cooling temperatures outside are less than pleased, and some even grumble about the wait openly.
It all gets completely out of hand when one poor, lone employee walks out of the door and clears their throat -- explaining that they would be out of the in demand drinks until the day after next. An explosion of irate emotions cause the formerly crisp winds to pick up and wrap into miniature tornadoes! Mostly inconvenient, but perhaps a little destructive to things that are light enough to get tossed around. Looks like right now, finding somewhere else to get an afternoon pick-me-up is a good idea.
• Prompt F: Some shops are beginning to switch out their summer wares for things that are more friendly for the upcoming fall weather. This means quite a few of them are looking for extra hands. Perhaps you wouldn't mind lending a hand for some extra pocket money? One shop in particular is trying to give away their least popular products -- sunglasses that give the wearer a more sunny and welcoming personality.
Why were they unpopular you ask? Probably because of the slight and barely noticeable malfunction that seemed to make the enchantment on them work completely incorrectly. Instead of making the wearer much happier and receptive they only magnify the current emotion the wearer seems to have! Or worse, completely turn it upside down. Of course, this is all explained (very quickly, and barely understandably) as a representative swiftly places a pair in your hands!
• Prompt G: Make your own! It could include something like raging bull and/or cart full of loose buckets.
For your threads, put the Character Name and the Canon in the subject line to help readily identify them. You're also welcome to use more than one prompt for respondents to choose from. If you have any questions or want to brush up on the game information, refer to the Game Information entry. Otherwise, tag around and have fun!
Matt "Daredevil" Murdock | Daredevil (Marvel-616)
C: ARE YOU THERE, EMP? IT'S ME, MATT.
Testing, testing... Is this thing on? Man, Dr. Strange would have a field day with this wouldn't he? Okay. Hi, everybody. Daredevil here. Got a question for you guys, since I'm assuming you'll have better luck than I will. I keep hearing about this crystal in the sky, the amulets... they've all got colors, right? I could use some help with that, so...
[ He pauses. He likes to build a little tension, though the fact that he's projecting his thoughts means now you know he's just pausing for effect, too. ]
What color is the crystal in the sky right now? I'm curious about my amulet too. Didn't have much of a chance when I was getting settled in. I'll be a little disappointed if it isn't red, to be honest.
[ Someone tell him whether or not he can receive mental images on this thing, cause it's gonna blow his mind. ]
A+F: THE SUNGLASSES ARE JUST FOR SHOW
No, really, it's fine. I like mine just-- just fine. No, no thank you.
[ Poor Matt can't catch a break. He isn't looking to buy new sunglasses, his are just fine thank you, but the salesperson at the shop doesn't seem to care, thrusting them on his person. They're not even the right shape. Matt runs his fingers over them; round. Not too thick. Wouldn't do him much good. He hasn't worn shades like this for years. The, uh, magic has a hum to it too. Still getting used to that.
He gives the glasses another once over, focusing his senses on their round, thin frames. Like back when the papers had first started printing "Matt Murdock is Daredevil." Back with the lawsuits and the lies and all the people who were hurt because of him. Back when he got low. His thoughts darken the area around him, sounds and smells and even textures muted to anyone who walks past, like a cloud that just makes anyone closeby feel numb. Surrounded by a gloom that's literally palpable, Matt places the sunglasses back on the rack. Yeah, no, he'd really rather not go back to that Matt. ]
Thanks, but no thanks.
G: OR, IDK SOMETHING ELSE, WHATEVER
[ I'm open to anything! ]
C
But he got kind of hung up on that introduction - Daredevil, oh God - and he's getting crazy flashbacks of the times he worked with the man, helping him fight the Kingpin. The mental images are fleeting, and obviously Peter doesn't mean to project them outward, but there they are. And then he abruptly remembers seeing the man's body among the wreckage after that huge Magneto-induced flood. That Daredevil, at least as Peter knows him, has been dead for a while.
On the one hand, that answers one of Peter's questions. The one that went "Didn't I just die?"] Yeah, I guess I'm definitely dead...
How could we have both just gotten here, though? That's. That's weird. I mean the attack was months ago... Right? Oh, my God, I'm losing all track of time. This is- This is crazy weird, oh my God...
[And there go Peter's thoughts, tumbling out of his brain without him even realizing it.]
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The next thing that sticks out to him are obviously the memories. They're certainly not his, but they're about him. Is that what looks like? He doesn't remember any of that. Certainly not dying. He isn't dead, that's a fact (and something he projects with certainty.) Alternate universes are no secret to him, so he's not exactly shaken by the news. Maybe a little upset. He can focus on it later.
Great way of dealing with your emotions, Matt.The last thing he notices, which is perhaps the most obvious thing of all, is that the voice being projected in his head is definitely Peter Parker's. Though he sounds several years younger, and Matt knows voices, he can tell. ]
Peter? Well maybe not the Peter I know, but. Peter, I'm not dead. I also don't think I'm the same Matt you know.
[ He's no less concerned though. Spider-Man has always been a good friend, maybe that bleeds in a little too. What's a younger Peter doing thinking he's dead? ]
Peter, why do you think you died?
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[He has no idea about the images projecting - Why would he, when all of this is so new it practically hurts? - but if he did, he'd completely apologize for it. As things stand, he just tries to get his thoughts under control and not turn it into as badly rambling a stream of consciousness as the kind that happen when he's in costume.]
You're not? But- oh God is this a clone situation or something? Because if it is, no offense, but I've had my fill of clones to last me a good long while and this is one encounter that may have me screaming for the hills. Is it weird that the afterlife theory makes more sense than anything else? Wait- No. No, okay, this is a little beyond freaky, because I'm pretty sure I never told you my actual name before, so. Or maybe you heard it with your blind-man super senses. ...Did you spy on me??
[Nailed it.]
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[ Holy crap, Spider-Man was bad enough in his 30s, this teenaged Spidey needs to lay off the caffeine. Although given that he's blurting out his thoughts, maybe that isn't so surprising. Matt has never been curious about what goes on in that head of his, now he knows for sure he was right not to. ]
I'm not a clone. [ He is trying to speak. Or think. Slowly. For your sake, Pete. ] I'm from an alternate dimension... which I know sounds pretty crazy but I'm not lying. The Peter Parker from my universe is a good friend of mine. That's how I know your secret identity. I didn't mean to pry. Of all people, I know how important a secret identity can be. Which is why I ditched mine, but that's another story.
Are you okay? You're not injured or anything?
[ Call it a big bro instinct now that's you're so small, Spidey. ]
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[He's grateful for the way DD slows himself down, though, because he's throwing out a whole bunch of concepts that Peter needs serious time to digest. He ends up echoing a lot of words as he listens (Alternate dimension? Friends with Daredevil? Ditched secrets??) if only because it's like doing so is helpful. It isn't, not really, but it's a mental habit that Peter will likely never shake.]
Oh God. Oh God, okay, so- I'm really sorry, but this is just so ridiculously nuts and I'm freaking out about I guess all the wrong things. Um. Thanks for not prying? It's- You know, it's seriously cool of you, I swear every other person I know is all twenty questions with the secret identity thing and it's like nobody respects it just because of "Oh no, Spider-Man is a scrawny sixteen year old, the sky is falling!" [Shut up.]
And uh- Right. Injuries and death and stuff crap I'm fine now. I think. It's kinda- hard to tell? Like, I feel better than when I was, you know, tossed onto my front lawn like a rag doll with my insides falling out of a bullet hole, but that's. [Crap crap crap, he actually thought that and now it feels real.] ...Okay, yeah, I'm. Totally freaking out right now.
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We don't get to pick when it chooses us. [ The superhero life? That sounds about right. (Hey, Matt only sounds cool, his thoughts can get pretty nervous, too.) If this Spider-Man's Matt Murdock is Daredevil and he got himself killed, that alone would be enough to freak anyone out. Never mind a kid. ] You're... yeah, kinda young. Sixteen? Jesus christ. But I'm not going to disrespect you by assuming your any less Spider-Man than the one I know.
[ Sounds like he's certainly old enough to get the shit beat out of him. Again, christ. He can imagine where Peter's going with this, but it's still pretty startling. Matt's been through some rough shit, but he was a little more well-adjusted, at least he likes to think so. (He wasn't.) ]
Do you need any help? Try to just breathe. I can find you-- stay where you are.
[ Matt might not know the city, but he knows Peter's spider-fast heartbeat, and it's probably so loud that he could pick up on it from outside of town. Yep, time for a housecall from the man without fear. ]
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Literally. Ha ha. It's so hard being in my head...
And, uh- Thanks. For the not-assuming thing. You know what they all say about assuming, after all. [Right, DD? RIGHT? Haha
please laugh at his awful jokes] But, um. Okay, so I know this whole conversation is in our heads and all, telepathy and oobi-doobi magic and stuff, I totally get it so I'm probably worrying about basically nothing at all, but. Secret identity, right? You're not- You're gonna help me keep mine, right? 'Cause right now I'm kinda crazy uncomfortable with the- with the out loud talking about who I am, even though you are Daredevil and there's, like, superhero Bro Code in place about the mask.[Another beat. During which Peter very quietly chides himself for being such a spaz.] Also, uh- It's okay if you're, like, busy with stuff. I can- I should be okay and I really don't want you to think I'm this totally helpless kid because you're like, really cool and I could use a tiny win right now.
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[ And that's Matt's idea of a joke, because it's not like he could read the signs in New York, either. He's just never laughed at your jokes, Spider-Man. Sorry (not sorry.) I mean ok, he chuckles a little but it's accompanied by him shaking his head. He's still heading your way, buddy.
Aw, you think he's cool.]I don't think you're helpless. It sounds like you're dealing with a lot. All I'm saying is you don't have to deal with it alone. If you want. The offer's there. Although, yeah, you're young so I'm more inclined to think you shouldn't be left alone with thoughts about whether or not you're dead. That would be hard on anyone.
[ Wow, Matt. When did you become such a good adult? Have Foggy and Kirsten actually been a good influence on you? Or is that the 'superhero helping a scared kid' thing you pull every now and then? ]
And don't worry. For a long time, I kept my identity hidden from the Spider-Man I know. Plus he's an adult, not a minor. With a job. Not high school. I'll help you keep yours as much as I can. Doubt it'll do us much good with this telepathy thing but I... I get it, honestly. It wasn't easy for me, either. Even when it started to get pointless to deny it. I had it dragged out of me.
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[Okay, he's pausing to breathe as instructed. Not that Matt can hear him doing it but he might be able to tell from the way Peter's brain seems to clear out for longer than three seconds. It lasts for about four seconds, but at least when his thoughts pick up it's quieter, a little less frantic and nervous. Still as neurotic as ever, but it's an improvement.]
It's. I mean, I'm dealing. I guess I just don't know what I expected to see after everything went dark. Pearly gates? Party in Thor's Valhalla place? My uncle? It's just... weird, is all. Magic telepathy place where my freaking out keeps causing mini earthquakes and fireworks not the good kind, either wasn't exactly anywhere on my list. It's a Thing. A non-Fantastic Four Thing.
Oh-- and God, I'm sorry, on top of everything I'm mentally unloading on you, and you really shouldn't have to deal with all the frakakta mess in my brain. [There's a sigh, because he really does feel bad about this.]
... And it's probably dumb, right? To worry about the secret identity thing here? [Yeah, his thoughts looped right back to that.] Since it's not- We don't even really know if there's anyone here who cares about who we are under the mask. Alternate universe thing, right? We might not even find anyone who recognizes the masks.
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It's... a lot to take in. Wow, you think really fast. Freaking out is normal, just breathe. I'll be there soon.
[ And in the meantime he'll... keep trying to be reassuring? He's got a lock on Peter at least, so he'll be swooping in, nbd. ]
A secret identity is more than just a mask. Only you can decide whether you want to keep it but that's... I'm probably not the best person to talk about that. Let's talk about that in person, okay? I doubt you want to hear about what a mess my identity is.
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can eyes glaze over when you're blind--Excuse you. Hyperventilating injured teenager with an overactive brain. Tune your bat senses properly. God.]Okay. I'm breathing, I promise. It hurts a little sometimes but it's-- I'll be better in a minute.
[And then his thoughts slow down a little more, so Peter's definitely starting to calm down more and more.] Sounds like a plan, DD. In person is better.
Do you think once we're face to face, the mental telepathy thing will stop? Or pause? Or something? 'Cause I really- I feel bad about this.
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He's still got eyes omg, Spider-Man!!]Are you okay? Wait, are you injured?
[ Look, Matt's senses don't cover telepathy. He's at least close enough to drop in on Peter. Just wait for it-- ]
We're about to find out. I see you.
[ Not, you know, literally. But he's jumping down from a roof and landing right next to Spidey. Wow, he really is... well, a little smaller. But not by much. But just in weight and build, he can tell he's a teenager. Weird. ]
Let me see where you're hurt.
[ Hi to you too, Peter. ]
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--wait.
Daredevil?]
Matt? Whatever happened to that secret identity of yours, Jesus. Where are you? [He's shrugging his coat on and rushing out of the cafe--"put that on my tab, I swear I'll pay!" he yells before a storm cloud can start forming--and quietly worrying about Matt suddenly being incredibly casual about, you know, being Daredevil.]
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[ Wow, okay, that voice is familiar. A little off, but not in a way Matt can put his finger on, at least not immediately. It sounds like Foggy-- but you know, cancerless Foggy. How did he not realize Foggy was here? How'd Foggy slip under his radar? ]
We decided it'd be the best way, remember? The Sons of the Serpent, they... I had to keep you safe, it was the only way-- Wait, wait. God, I'd really like to stop broadcasting my thoughts for a second. Think, Matt. Why didn't I pick up on Foggy? With the chemo, I could smell him from half a dozen blocks away, unless...
...You're not sick.
[ He shouldn't be this happy about it. It's wrong, it means this isn't his Foggy, but knowing there's some universe out there where Foggy isn't battling cancer is such a relief that happiness springs from Matt like a wave, like he's come home and everything is fine. He takes a 'look' around him, radar pinging on his immediate surroundings. He couldn't tell you what street he's on, but he's starting to recognize the shapes. ]
I'm at the square, by the library. I'll find you. [ It's kind of exciting. Horrifying, maybe, but in terms of surprises this is finally a good one. ] Do you still use that flowery shampoo? No, I guess you wouldn't. What do you smell like, Foggy? Has your Matt ever told you?
[ THIS IS A LOT TO PROCESS, MATT, YOU ARE IN NO WAY HELPING. ]
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Sons of the what now? Chemo? [Hey, amulet, if you could broadcasting his every thought, that would be nice, thank you so very much. Not.] Of course I'm not sick! I'm coming there right now, don't fall down a manhole. Wait, no, of course he wouldn't. Way to stick your foot in it, Nelson.
[It's a lucky thing the cafe he was at is near said library, and Foggy must make for quite a sight, this guy practically sprinting down the street and then coming to rest near a post, one hand out to steady himself as he tries to get his breath back.]
Shut up about the shampoo, it was on sale. [There's no real bite to it, and he's a lot more confused and worried about all this than seriously freaked out. He already had a serious freak-out a week ago, he's not looking to go through that again.] What do I smell like, you don't go asking people that. I don't know, you didn't say it. Among a lot of other things. [And here: a man in black, collapsed on Matt's apartment floor, his mask pulled up to reveal a familiar face, and fuck Foggy didn't mean to broadcast that.] Hey, how do you put a lid on this thing?
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[ Matt smiles. He picks Foggy out of the crowd easily, especially with his thoughts projecting so clearly.. He has the same heartbeat, similar gait to his steps. There's more than a few things different about him, long hair, for one, and he's in better shape than his Foggy had been, but that's probably a good thing.
Matt should probably stop laughing at the stream of consciousness coming from his amulet but it's so wonderfully familiar that he just soaks it up. His mental laughter might be coming through though, sorry not sorry, Foggy. Hopefully it makes up for... something. The pain he can feel coming off those memories. The images are still so strange, but sometimes feeling speak louder than pictures. Is that how this Foggy found out? ]
Not that I'm one to talk, I hid it from Foggy for years... [ He flinches. ] Yeah, I didn't want you to hear that either. Hopefully stuffing the amulet in our pockets while will make it... stop. Somehow. No such luck, I'm guessing.
[ But hey, at least he's here now. Matt drops down from a rooftop with ease, stepping up to him. Hope you're okay with that, Foggy. He's just.... excited. The air around him practically radiates... well, warmth as he takes him in. It is so hard not to hug you right now. He smells, sounds, feels so... Foggy. And not sick. ]
You know, if it was on sale once I'd believe you. But you seem to keep buying it.
[ Say hi to Matt, Foggy. He's ginger. And taller. And smiling. And doing that thing where he tilts his head so it's obvious he's paying extra attention to everything you do. ]
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Yeah, thanks, that's reassuring. It really isn't. Oh, come on. [Massaging his temples here. Yeah, okay, if he takes the amulet off and stuffs it into his pocket maybe it won't affect him as much, great idea, Matt. He'll do that, but first--hey, look! Tall strange ginger guy coming up to him, and for a second all Foggy radiates is utter confusion.
Then the guy says something about his shampoo.]
It was the cheapest I could find! [Which is a lie, he really likes the lavender scent, but shut up brain, heartbeats are bad enough.] You're--Wow, buddy, you're a carrot-top. [Yeah, definitely not his Matt, and he might be quietly comparing and contrasting in his head right now. And possibly inadvertently broadcasting as well.] You know, I think I'd love to hear that explanation now. Maybe while sitting down.
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[ Matt laughs again, god even if his voice is different, seeing Foggy again is such a breath of fresh air. Maybe it helps that Matt can't see his features, but he'd recognize that heartbeat anywhere. Oops, I hope he didn't hear that. ]
Yeah, sure. You just came from a cafe, right? You smell like coffee. But you didn't finish it. We can go back there, if you want. You can tell me all about your Matt. Who has... what, blond hair? Dark? He's at least blind too, right?
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[He did, and for both their sakes he's going to ignore that and try not to comment on it. This is. This is weird enough in itself already, the emotions and the alternate universe thing and that creeping feeling of worry, without bringing Matt's senses into this.]
As a bat. Darker hair, though, and a little bit shorter. [He's not used to having to look up while talking to Matt, seriously. He is, however, used to absently offering his elbow for his friend to take and chattering about their surroundings, and so he offers his elbow without thinking about it before he realizes--oh, yeah. Not-so-secret ninja. Great job, Nelson.
In his defense, he only found out recently, and he's still readjusting his worldview in light of it all.]
So, since you're Daredevil [loads better than Devil of Hell's Kitchen accompanied by a mental image of a newspaper with a headline about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and a blurry picture] I'm guessing you don't actually need that? What with the--what was that, world on fire? How can you say that with a straight face, oh my god.
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[ And do you know what, Foggy Nelson? Matt appreciates the gesture more than anything-- getting help from you has never been a burden, he supplies, taking the offered arm whether you're shorter than him or not. ]
Are they really calling him the Devil of Hell's Kitchen? Newspapers. I haven't seen one those in-- [ Well, he can feel ink, visualize letters but it's always been dark. Just letters on nothing. Words, never images. Never color. Enjoy that mental image, Foggy. ] This isn't going to stop being weird to me any time soon. Your thoughts. The images. I'm... damn.
[ He's trying not to focus on it because it's messing with his head a little. A little guidance goes a long way, Foggy. ]
World on fire? Is that what he calls my radar sense? That is pretty melodramatic. Cool, fits the theme, yeah, but wow.
[ To be fair, a few years ago, Matt might have gone with that too. ]
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Yeah, well, they used to. Long story short, for a while everyone thought he was a nutjob. I thought he was, but then I didn't know who was under the mask at the time. [And--wow, that mental image is something, all right. It's a disorienting experience, seeing letters on nothing juxtaposed with Foggy's mental image of words on paper, and also slightly distracting, because it takes Foggy a moment to realize they're approaching a turn and swerve just in time.] Yeah, I know, it's weird for me too. And kind of invasive okay a lot oh my god stop thinking about that think about something else hey look!
There's a couple across from us, they're looking lovingly into each other's eyes. It's kind of adorable. [Thank you, sappy couple.] And, yeah, that was sort of how he explained it. I think. I was really angry at the time. [What with the whole keeping secrets thing.] Radar sense? That's--maybe a bit less melodramatic.
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[ More 'vigilante' than anything. Matt is at least aware enough to keep them walking, since he can at least follow his nose to that cafe. A couple, though? Really? You're reaching, counselor. ] You probably saw a whole lot of nothing. I'll try to stick to here and now, too. Smells and shapes aren't much use to you, but that's all I've got.
My Foggy hasn't described stuff like this to me for years. You must've just found out, huh? Explains why it still hurts. I'm sorry. [ And he is. He always feels bad keeping secrets from Foggy. Even if he still does it. ] Yeah, it's kind of like... I can pick up on things around me, using the rest of my senses together. Like a radar, whatever those can bounce off of, I can "see."
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[Yeah, it does, in fact, still hurt. Foggy's mostly gotten over it by now, he meant it when he said he wanted to move forward, but there's still a part of him that wonders. And it's not like he enjoys lying to Karen about it, either.]
Yeah, it was--pretty bad. Serious injury, bleeding on the floor bad. [It's weird, knowing that there's a world where he's used to Matt's senses and world-on-fire/radar sense thing, where he doesn't feel the need to describe their surroundings, where he's used to Matt being Daredevil. Where he's sick and he needs chemo, and wow that thought makes his stomach churn with worry.
It's not going to happen to him. Right?]
Hm. [Holding up three fingers.] Hey, radar sense me, how many fingers am I holding up?
[It's a lot more joking than the last time he asked that question, that's for sure.]
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That bad, huh. [ He doesn't sound surprised. ] Were the Avengers too busy, or what? [ When in doubt, Tony Stark has the best medical equipment in New York, by far. Too bad he can't cure cancer. That's... probably something Matt should address. Much as he really, really doesn't want to. It's so much nicer to smile and answer Foggy's words. ]
Three. You could have 'em behind your back and I'd still know. [ He smirks. ] Gonna have to try harder than that to stump me.
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