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OPEN RP POST DEUX

This a post where I'll RP anything with you and that means ANYTHING. ~~Except smut because I suck at that~~ Got a scenario in mind? I'LL DO IT. Here's some prompts below to help get things moving along if you don't have an idea to play out. The prompts are just prompts, if you have something specific, just let me know either at

sweethymns or my AIM (rainsweets). Have at it!

➢ 01. AMUSEMENT PARK: Disneyland? Knotts Berry Farm? Six Flags? A made up amusement park with knockoff characters? Who cares, let's just ride that roller coaster or that giant swing ride!
➤ 02. PARK: Benches, trees, grass, maybe a lake and a basketball or volleyball court.
➢ 03. SNOWY DAY: Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful... or the level of snowfall can be any you wish! Light or heavy, there's going to be some winter related activities somewhere.
➤ 04. DINER: I love food, I really, really, really love food. And so do muses if they like to eat too! This diner seems to have a very HUGE menu with a large variety of dishes! Let's bond over food stuffs!
➢ 05. SICK DAY: Either your muse or my muse is sick. Who's taking care of who?
➤ 06. SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN: Our characters are stuck in a closet and can't get out until there is some kissing, so they better make good use of those seven minutes... DON'T YOU DARE JUDGE ME.
➢ 07. SCHOOL: High school never ends! Or any type of schooling really. So whether it's in class or in the gym, let's try to endure mandatory education!
➤ 08. SURVIVAL HORROR: That old mansion/creepy town/underground science lab/zombie infested city ain't going to be survived by itself. Grab your medicinal herbs and shotguns, let's survive the horror.
➢ 09. WILDCARD: Let's make up shit.

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Ah...

[There's some understandable hesitation on her part. With her gone, her mother will be worried. Her stepfather... If she does anything out of line any help from him is out of the question.

But so far, so good.]

I... If it's not going to trouble you then it should be... But aren't you trying to stay hidden yourself?

[She's just assuming anyways, since he hasn't introduced himself or given her a name to call him by. There's a sense of secrecy this man seems to be wanting to keep and Fujino wasn't going to spurn that, not when he was helping her out this much.]

I am. So if you stick with me, you'll definitely stay hidden.

[ He accompanies his reply with a laugh, which should speak volumes for how accustomed to secrecy he is by now; it verges on self-deprecating, but the humor is still there. Maybe it's a little 'bad' of him to be more comfortable with taking her back to his place because they share a disability, but that definitely factors in to his decision.

It's only until he straightens this out and finds a way to get this girl's trackers off her back, he tells himself.

Thumbing at the back of her hand to indicate that they'll be moving again, Matt takes a step forward. ]

I'm going to say it again. Nothing's going to happen to you.

[When he says it like that, Fujino really wants to believe him. And she does, in a way. She follows his gesture to move forward, smiling and she can't help, but make a remark:]

You. You really are something. And your voice is very kind.

["And if it means anything, I'll return the favor," she thinks to herself. She can't say it aloud, but it's a declaration she's firmly made to give him her thanks.]

I get that a lot. The "something" part, not so much the voice thing.

[ He immediately feels slightly more relaxed— again, maybe because they share a similar world of darkness, with voices to guide them where they can't see the more obvious. His grip on her loosens, as if he's not worried about her running off, and his steps are slightly less hurried as he winds through the familiar walkways of Hell's Kitchen towards his apartment. ]

[Fujino allows the silence to settle between the both of them with only the noise of the nighttime city to fill in the blank space. There's something about this scenario that reminds her of a certain person she admired so long ago, who also unconditionally took care of her in her time of need even when she didn't deserve it. (Ah, but she can't imagine Senpai going out and beating up bad guys. This man was a different kind of "something" from him after all.)

As they progress further, however, there's no mistake that one or two... three men are up ahead. There's the sound of weaponry, simple, but no less deadly firearms being loaded, rough voices that are warning each other to not make sudden movements, questioning what kind of man they're dealing with, and that certain girl they just found out...

Fujino, none the wiser shivers slightly as a chilly breeze passes through, making her long hair dance in the air.]

Mn. It's not going to rain is it? It feels cold enough for it.

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[ Persistent. That's a bad sign, as are the metallic clicks of handguns and the unmistakable sound of pocketknives cutting through air. Judging by the footsteps, the men are still a good few yards away: that gives him enough time to hide Fujino somewhere safe.

(He's still under the impression that she can't fight, after all.) ]

—Miss Asagami. I'm going to have to ask you to stop right here and wait. Alright? Don't move until I come back.

[ The voices get closer, the hurried footsteps of people searching. She might be able to hear one of them say her name, 'Asagami', which is eerily specific. ]

If anyone gets too close, run. Don't worry— I can still find you.

[Based on what he's saying to her, she can only assume that they're not out of the woods just yet. She doesn't reply immediately and doesn't let go of his hand.]

... I'll wait.

[She lets go of his hand. She repeats herself as if trying to convince him.]

I'll wait.

[No, she can't fight. Fujino can't throw a punch or kick for her life. The feel of her hand and the touch of her fingers could be described as frail at best.]

Please come back safely.

[There's a pause, but then she asks...]

Will you need the light? The streetlights, I mean.

[Ah, of course she wouldn't know he was also blind. Honestly, she hasn't figured that out. But why that question specifically?]

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[ He's already pivoted on his feet and turned towards the direction of the incoming voices when she asks him about the light— why? The low hum of the nearby lamps indicate that there must be some illumination in the area, but Matt is of the opinion that Fujino wouldn't be able to tell.

A thoughtful pause, and then: ]

No, I won't. [ spoilers— he's also blind, but he won't say it outright, not yet. He doesn't think he has to. ] ...Will you?

... I won't.

[The voices are getting closer and it confirms it for her; they're still in danger. She makes a grimace and her arms wrap around herself as if she's gearing up for... Something. What for?]

Be careful.

[ A tug of his lips upward, and a low whisper followers her concern; the spike of her heart and the grip of her fingers around her shirt is indication enough that he should get this done quickly. ]

Careful isn't exactly my forte.

[ He leaves on a light note, garnishes that farewell with a soft laugh before he's gone in a flurry of silent footsteps. There are some cats that are louder than Matt Murdock— parkouring on the balls of his feet, he uses a garbage bin as the nearest springboard to deliver a fierce jackhammer to his nearest assailant, knocking him out with one blow before moving on to the next.

(he hopes he doesn't have to go back with blood on his costume, but he knows his own luck.) ]

[Fujino said she would wait.

Let it never be said that she was a truthful person though. The noise of hand to hand combat reaches her ears. After what seems like a long while, she finally makes up her mind and takes a step forward.

Meanwhile, the thugs that Matt are dealing with have some backup. A few of them have guns and are readily pointing towards the Devil of Hell's Kitchen while another one sees Fujino in the distance and tries to run towards her, but for some reason is held back by one of his partners (the de facto leader of this group) who calls out to Murdock:]

"HEY!! You, that girl there? You think she's just normal?"

[Another calls out jeering at the masked man.]

"Yeah, play hero for someone who deserves it, not for that thing!"

[Fujino freezes in her place when she hears what the man has to say. People know.]

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[ Oh, they couldn't have put their feet further up in their collective mouths with that one.

Amidst the general clamor of feet and breathing, he hears one specific one stop, as if winded: he knows who that one belongs to, that sound, and what she's reacted to.

That's not the sound of someone who enjoys being called a thing. ]

—It's good that I'm not a hero, then.

[ And yes, Matt Murdock has the devil in him; that cold, quiet anger and grief. He knows what it is, what makes him grind his knuckles against bone and break skin with his fists.

So he's glad that Fujino can't see him bring down another thug with a crushing haymaker, see how his expression twists under his mask as the ricochet of a bullet grazes his shoulder and prompts him to disarm and break a wrist. ]

[All the while, Fujino's heartbeat has been steadily increasing. It's like a mixture of anger, fear, and other emotions that can't be described by the sound of its rhythm alone. Her hands dig deeper into her arms as she struggles with herself.

Should I? Could I? Do I deserve to?

Will it help?

Will it mean anything?

Will I stray....?

The criminals are getting their collective asses kicked, but one of them manages to stay far away from Matt and aim his gun at Fujino.]

"Heh, not like she can actually see us! Bet that means she can't...!!!"

["She can't do that to us," is what the gunner meant to say. What was "that" exactly?

A thunderous shot aimed towards Fujino sounds off. She was right in the open. There should have been a scream and there should have been noise from the impact of her body falling to the ground.

Instead, one word is uttered, one that only the daredevil could grasp with his spectacular hearing. She whispers with her lips as if it were a forbidden word, a curse.]

Bend.

[A bullet, twisted like a screw clatters to the pavement. The man who let out the shot lets out a yell and drops his gun whose shape is completely contorted. The attackers freeze as they gaze upon the girl whose eyes gaze at them levelly.

There's a pressure coming from Asagami Fujino's eyes that were now glowing red with a green spiral around her irises.]

[ Matt is yelling at Fujino to run when he hears the voice cutting through the din, that level "bend" that silences the crowd. He's included in the hoard of people who've suddenly gone dead still, quiet only because he wants to hear the clatter of something that sounds roughly like a firearm hit the ground— the shape is wrong, it falls with an irregularity that he doesn't attribute to handguns but the smell of the smoke is indication enough of what it is. Used to be.

The thought of what just transpired almost makes him laugh. Really?

Foggy'd get a kick out of this, except for the part where Matt keeps this from his fellow avocado-at-law to keep him from harm's way. God knows he doesn't need any more heart attacks. ]

Stay hidden! [ Is Matt's only warning before he starts up again, cracks his fist against a jaw and sends another man flying, because stopping is death and Murdocks never give up.

Not even when the person they're saving is a little out of the ordinary.

(Especially, maybe.) ]

[Fujino takes a step backwards as if she was going to listen, but her power is allowing her to see to a certain extent. She also can't stop now, not when she can do something.

The mysterious force coming from her sight is being directed at the remaining weapon holders.

Bend. Bend. Bend.

It's frighteningly precise. Guns, twisted to the point of being metal junk are dropped to the ground, one by one, and the beat down they're getting from Matt isn't helping either. Only two more left. The rest, their faces have met either Matt's fist or the pavement. Or both.

The last two are trying to decide whether it's worth going after Fujino at this point. One of them is rushing at her until...]

Bend.

[The light bulbs in two nearby streetlamps explodes, stopping him his tracks and cloaking the street they're on in darkness. The only light comes from the glow of Fujino's eyes.]

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[ Oh, he has a feeling why Fujino is considered something dangerous now. He hears metal creak and iron twist, and with it, the shocked cries of men who've lost their bluster.

Of the remaining two, the one closest to Matt stalls when the lights go out (which Matt assumes from the shattering of glass, the scent of a burned-out fuse), which Matt takes as an opportunity to close the gap between them and grind his opponent into a painful headlock.

Who sent you is what he whispers, but he thinks better of interrogating this one while the other is still on his feet: dropping his first enemy, he makes a dash for the second one to knock him on his back, to ask the same hissed warning. ]

Who sent you. And why.

[ He can think about the slowly-creeping shock of meeting someone who can bend things by prompting later, when his adrenaline wears off and he can think with a more level head. Not that he thinks that'll help much, but he's not one to talk. ]

[The world has become dark and hazy again. Fujino figures what she's done is enough and shuts her eyes closed. Anymore and she'd risk hurting the man who rescued her.

The man in Matt's grasp just laughs nervously, the kind that knows when to give up, but he's able to snark back.]

"Just pickin' up the slack after good ol' Fisk left town. That Yakuza assholes are still floating 'round Hell's Kitchen after all. T-That's all I know, I swear!"

[He glances worriedly at Fujino, as if wondering if she'd give away something.]

"A-As for whatever that is, I-I really don't know! I was just paid to ship out and the Asagami was just for later... I had no idea!"

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The Yakuza.

[ He parrots, his tone appropriately wary considering what little he'd seen of them last: Nobu, slowly burning. The man in his hands tenses, but not because of a fear of being found out— he can tell the difference between the clench of muscles that comes with begging as opposed to grasping at straws for a good lie. Mercifully for this man, Matt can tell that he's doing the former. ]

...Don't ever crawl around at her heels again. I'll know if you do.

[ And with that, Matt knocks their assailant out with a sharp left hook and leaves him to sleep on the ground until someone notices. Silence stretches between him and Fujino, but when he's ready to speak again, his tone is calmer than even he'd anticipated. ]

Long night.

[The sound of his voice and what he says, makes her smile.]

You're probably more tired than me.

[The darkness in her voice has left. It's gentle again and she lets out a sigh of relief. Things could have gotten a lot worse, but it didn't and that's all that matters.]

Thank you.

[ It's a whole new box of IcyHot that he'll have to crack open tonight, and another impromptu bandaging job courtesy of his well-abused medkit, but all in all— it wasn't a night ill spent. He has questions to ask, sanity to doubt, but first... ]

You can thank me when we get to my place.

[ ...Going home to his apartment would be nice. He stumbles over, finds his sense of center, and reaches for Fujino's hand. ]

I didn't count on you being so popular around here. Come on.

Me neither.

[Her fingers wrap around his hand and she lets him lead her forward.]

... Ah... I suppose I shouldn't need to ask, but... You won't tell anyone right?

[The world's becoming a bigger place. People with powers have appeared. People who might be even similar to her. But someone like her doesn't deserve a place among them, not after what she had done. She was fine, living her life quietly. She was fine with just living in general.]

Edited 2015-05-11 02:28 (UTC)

If you won't tell anyone about me, yes.

[ Which implies a certain level of trust he's putting in her, because he really doesn't want to have to be the person who threatens a girl who's being chased around by Yakuza dogs. Besides, it wouldn't be fair of him to reveal anything about Fujino when he's still keeping most of his own secrets under lock and key.

He's cautious, though. She might be able to detect that, with his easy deflections and his purely 'need-to-know' basis statements despite the general congeniality that's slowly seeping into the edges of his words. It's easier the closer he gets to home, the closer he gets to shedding his mask. ]

And I won't ask about what you can do, if you'd prefer it that way.

[ He's more concerned with whos than hows at the moment. ]

I won't. It's only fair, isn't it?

[Well, if nothing else, she's used to keeping secrets.]

About what I can do... It's not that hard to explain. I bend things.

I figured.

[ That may sound a little patronizing, but he's mostly amused that she's stated it so simply, as if it's not completely remarkable that she can, you know. Twist iron like it's taffy.

But he guesses it's just something that'll sound strange no matter how you slice it, much like his own ability.

He steals into the back door of his apartment complex, pops on inside, and takes Fujino with him. ]

Something that happened because of a childhood accident?

[ Let's see if he has anything in common with her. ]

[Her other hand reaches out to touch the wall. The solid feeling gives her some comfort as well as the thought of being inside and safe, away from any more bad people.]

No. I was born with these eyes. But for the longest time, I didn't use them.

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