matt murdock's life is out of control. (
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capeandcowllogs2011-03-02 03:34 am
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WHO: Daredevil & Open! That means YOU!!
WHERE: Various City locales
WHEN: Tuesday night, Wednesday night, & Thursday night
WARNINGS: ???
SUMMARY: Patrolling. Sniffing around for troublemakers. Will there be ninja fights? Maybe. A few bar room brawls? Possibly. Looming awkwardly on rooftops and in alleyways. You bet! Tag yourself in however you like, just specify the time/date/location!
FORMAT: Paragraphs to start, but we can do whatever you like!
He could barely believe it was March already. Nearly ten months he'd been in this place, nearly ten months he'd spent running around the City at night dressed like a demon, staking claim to the gentrified Hell's Kitchen that didn't actually need a guardian devil protector. That didn't make what he did any less meaningful or important -- he still broke up drug deals, he still thwarted robberies and occasionally his night time activities were on a grander scale -- but it was starting to seem less personal now. Daredevil would never be the beloved mascot or neighborhood hero to the people of the west side, not like he was back home anyway.
That just meant his patrols took him elsewhere. He still mainly kept to Manhattan. It was home, after all, and he was more comfortable there. Even with the subtle changes brought on by the City, he was still more at ease there than in other parts of town. But Daredevil went where the criminals went. That's what he always did, and he did his job with the same relentlessness of a dog with the scent of a bird. Whether he was in his scarlet colored costume, taking out punks on the street, or whether he was playing the undercover role and doing recon in a shady bar with his jacket collar popped and his Rangers hat pulled low, he had a job to do, and no case of homesickness was going to stop him.
WHERE: Various City locales
WHEN: Tuesday night, Wednesday night, & Thursday night
WARNINGS: ???
SUMMARY: Patrolling. Sniffing around for troublemakers. Will there be ninja fights? Maybe. A few bar room brawls? Possibly. Looming awkwardly on rooftops and in alleyways. You bet! Tag yourself in however you like, just specify the time/date/location!
FORMAT: Paragraphs to start, but we can do whatever you like!
He could barely believe it was March already. Nearly ten months he'd been in this place, nearly ten months he'd spent running around the City at night dressed like a demon, staking claim to the gentrified Hell's Kitchen that didn't actually need a guardian devil protector. That didn't make what he did any less meaningful or important -- he still broke up drug deals, he still thwarted robberies and occasionally his night time activities were on a grander scale -- but it was starting to seem less personal now. Daredevil would never be the beloved mascot or neighborhood hero to the people of the west side, not like he was back home anyway.
That just meant his patrols took him elsewhere. He still mainly kept to Manhattan. It was home, after all, and he was more comfortable there. Even with the subtle changes brought on by the City, he was still more at ease there than in other parts of town. But Daredevil went where the criminals went. That's what he always did, and he did his job with the same relentlessness of a dog with the scent of a bird. Whether he was in his scarlet colored costume, taking out punks on the street, or whether he was playing the undercover role and doing recon in a shady bar with his jacket collar popped and his Rangers hat pulled low, he had a job to do, and no case of homesickness was going to stop him.
Wed night!
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How's the view tonight?
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Not bad. Almost peaceful really.
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[He nodded in agreement, dropping to a crouch beside her.]
How's the coffee?
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Strong. Just the way I like it.
[ She sips. ]
Headed anywhere interesting or just out for a walk?
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It's just business as usual. The City's come alive tonight. People are at each others throats.
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Let's say Thursday evening?
A small group of four young men with guns had a young couple surrounded, mugging in progress. The victims are rather obviously terrified and struggling to not panic. Before the thugs could make another demand, there was a faint blur of black and gold and suddenly the young couple waas gone.
"Drop the guns, guys," Houston, the source of the blur that saved the couple currently running away from the area a bit down the street, spoke up. He was standing a few feet down on the sidewalk, goggles over his eyes and arms crossed across his chest. The thugs just turned and started shooting, obviously not what Houston was expecting judging by the surprised look on his face. He dove behind a car for cover as the bullets flew.
"Okay...probably should have thought this through more..." Houston trailed off as he crouched behind the car and tried to figure out what to do next.
sorry this is so late /o\
After a few tense seconds, he figured he had a clear enough picture of what was going on, and he leapt into action, landing hard on the concrete, clubs drawn to take out the nearest of the muggers. He struck the man in the back of his hand, causing the mugger to scream in pain as he dropped his weapon.
Unfortunately, that alerted the other three to the presence of the man dressed as the devil. Hopefully that would give the kid hiding behind the car a decent chance to jump back in or get the hell out of Matt's way.
No worries!
Moving back into action, Houston rushed out from behind the car while activating his powers. Another blur and the thugs found themselves holding thin air. Houston stopped a couple feet back from Daredevil and waved to the thugs while holding the three guns.
"Too slow, guys," he chimed, leaving the actual punching to the guy in the devil costume. The young hero figured that the older guy with the clubs could hit more effectively than a skinny teenager anyway.
/s-slowly tags
Dirty work more or less accomplished, he withdrew a length of cable from inside his clubs, not bothering to look up as he spoke to his young aid. "Lend me a hand, will you? We've got to secure them for the police."
/tagging back
When spoken to, Joel nodded quickly. "Got it," he replied, zipping into action again. He took the cable and started to bind up the muggers a super speed. Once the last of them was in a neatly tied pile, Houston slowed down and let out a little breath. "That went pretty well."
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"You're new at this, aren't you?" He didn't mean that condescendingly, there was a hint of concern in his voice. Maybe all that time spent with Darkdevil and Spider-Girl was making him soft. But then again, he'd never been as stern or severe as his reputation would lead people to believe.
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"For the most part, yes. It's a...well...complicated situation," he admitted. "Having powers and being on my own is the newest stuff," the young man added. "I'm Houston," he offered a hand.
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"Only a couple months," he replied. "Sorry about calling you Kid Devil earlier. Thought you might be like an older version of this hero I read about from back home," he added.
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"It's fine," he said gruffly, crossing his arms again. "Are you just now learning to control your abilities?"
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