The increased presence of soldiers on city streets was such a bother. Matt had been peacefully standing on a street corner near the place he once worked in life, hoping to listen in on his old partner and hear that his coworkers and best friends were still doing well in his long absence. He wears a long dark cloak and hood, careful not to get so close to the windows or doors of the private investigator's office he had once help run that he'd draw their attention.
"Hey, no beggars are allowed on this block. Off to the slums with you!" a soldier interrupts his concentration, stomping over to shoo him off.
"I'm sorry?" Matt frowns in the direction of the soldier. "What precisely makes you think that I am a beggar?" He knows arguing about the stigma of the lower class is useless here, but he'd like to know why he's being accused.
"You've been standing on this street corner all day, and you don't look like the kind who can handle a job!" the soldier insists.
"That's a wild exaggeration; I've been here less than an hour waiting for a friend, and why do you think I can't work?" Matt snaps back.
"I see that cane you were tapping around with earlier."
Matt rolls his eyes. "Rude. Ah! Here comes my friend now! I'll be leaving." Matt steps up to the closest person who happens to be walking by and greets them with a wide smile. "Mind helping me across the street, Old Friend?" he asks, tapping the end of his cane against the curb.
II. A Glimpse of Death
After wandering about The Vault to see how the Corsairs truly treated refugees, Matt had finally made up his mind about revealing himself to the Corsairs. He throws back the hood and folds his cloak over a shoulder, showing the dark colored clothes of what might be a local city man. Tapping his way through the halls, he finds a Corsair who he senses to be of some influence among the other rebels.
"I wish to speak with the first available leader of the Corsairs. It is of the utmost importance, and I'd rather not enter uninvited," he tries to explain himself. He likely could enter by opening a portal from the throne room, but he would prefer to do this without scaring anyone and accidentally starting a fight. Despite the god title, he imagines he would lose a fight to one of the strongest Corsairs with such a depleted amount of power.
Hopefully he picked the right person to speak to.
[ Feel free to WILDCARD or contact me to plot something. thoughtbubble I am flexible! ]
Matt Murdock | MCU | AU, God Hades
The increased presence of soldiers on city streets was such a bother. Matt had been peacefully standing on a street corner near the place he once worked in life, hoping to listen in on his old partner and hear that his coworkers and best friends were still doing well in his long absence. He wears a long dark cloak and hood, careful not to get so close to the windows or doors of the private investigator's office he had once help run that he'd draw their attention.
"Hey, no beggars are allowed on this block. Off to the slums with you!" a soldier interrupts his concentration, stomping over to shoo him off.
"I'm sorry?" Matt frowns in the direction of the soldier. "What precisely makes you think that I am a beggar?" He knows arguing about the stigma of the lower class is useless here, but he'd like to know why he's being accused.
"You've been standing on this street corner all day, and you don't look like the kind who can handle a job!" the soldier insists.
"That's a wild exaggeration; I've been here less than an hour waiting for a friend, and why do you think I can't work?" Matt snaps back.
"I see that cane you were tapping around with earlier."
Matt rolls his eyes. "Rude. Ah! Here comes my friend now! I'll be leaving." Matt steps up to the closest person who happens to be walking by and greets them with a wide smile. "Mind helping me across the street, Old Friend?" he asks, tapping the end of his cane against the curb.
II. A Glimpse of Death
After wandering about The Vault to see how the Corsairs truly treated refugees, Matt had finally made up his mind about revealing himself to the Corsairs. He throws back the hood and folds his cloak over a shoulder, showing the dark colored clothes of what might be a local city man. Tapping his way through the halls, he finds a Corsair who he senses to be of some influence among the other rebels.
"I wish to speak with the first available leader of the Corsairs. It is of the utmost importance, and I'd rather not enter uninvited," he tries to explain himself. He likely could enter by opening a portal from the throne room, but he would prefer to do this without scaring anyone and accidentally starting a fight. Despite the god title, he imagines he would lose a fight to one of the strongest Corsairs with such a depleted amount of power.
Hopefully he picked the right person to speak to.
[ Feel free to WILDCARD or contact me to plot something.