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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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[ 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.]

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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.

Eyes...?

[ He doesn't make the association with her powers and her eyes, which might clue her in to his sightlessness, maybe not. He's not exactly giving her much to go with, after all.

Walking up the stairs to his room, he guides Fujino up, up, until there's a jingle of keys and an unmistakable sound of a door swinging open. ]

You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Come inside.

[ Again, giving her the luxury of secrecy if she wants it. ]

It's fine. There aren't many people I could talk to about it in the first place.

[She pauses as she waits for him to open the door, listening to the motions carefully and entering inside when he gives the okay.]

And you helped me. I think I can tell you that much.

You aren't obligated.

[ He says with a laugh, because he doesn't quite agree that she owes him any sort of explanation aside from what he needs to know for the safety of his city— her business is her business. Maybe he's just a cagey person and he's projecting, but these things are important to him.

He leads her through the familiar space of his apartment, towards his bedroom. The couch is fine for him. ]

I just did what I needed to do.

Have you been doing this sort of thing for a while? Going out at night and beating up bad people, I mean?

[It's kind of a foreign concept to her really, actually helping others who were in trouble and in pain. Perhaps it's because she was so preoccupied in the past with her... Lack of it. The lack of pain closed her off to even her close friends.

She's quiet before remarking under her breath...]

It must hurt. A lot.

[ Fingers tighten around her palms for a moment to indicate that he'll be letting go, and he does— but not without patting the bed first, letting the sound of soft mattress echo through the quiet to prove that it's there and solid. Safe. ]

Long enough. You make it sound more glamorous than it is, really.

[ He smiles to himself as he starts peeling his mask and shirt off, winces as the fabric clings to the cuts he's gotten over the course of the night. ]

As for hurting, well. It comes with the territory.

I doubt it would be. It's admirable though; you care enough to put yourself in danger like that.

[There's something very human about it at least to her. Wanting to help others and put yourself through such danger meant that there was empathy and an understanding of the hurt. Her grasp on such sensations came a little too late.

Fujino carefully seats herself on the bed, feeling the material between her fingers. Huh. Silk sheets.]

At least you didn't get shot. That was what worried me the most.

[And the reason why she decided to activate her Eyes in the first place. This man was already dealing with enough as it is back there.]

I was more worried about you. You shouldn't have come out like that.

[ He's of the opinion that, of the two of them? She was the one in real danger. They wouldn't have bothered killing him if it came down to it, but Fujino probably wouldn't have been so lucky— he knows remorselessness, even if he can't see expressions, strictly speaking.

Technically, he can tell that she isn't injured, but he feels the need to say this anyway, just to clear the air: ] If you're hurt, I can patch you up. But really, you should've left the recklessness to me.

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