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[ghettobatman]

Who: Matt Morondock (ghettobatman) & YOU
What: Some sick dumbass dressed like an idiot
When: October! Pre-Evacuation & Evacuation and etc
Where: All around Olympia, maybe eventually Wyver
Warning(s): Some gore! Extreme idiocy and vigilanting!



i ; pre-evacuation -> phase 2 (backdated) -> important dumpster prompt;

[Wearing his stupid vigilante outfit, Matt's stalked the streets of Olympia, searching for the criminals responsible for the virus and aiming to keep the fugitives safe. He's done this despite his rapidly deteriorating health, the blank spots in his memory, and the fact that his body is going completely to shit. He's a stubborn guy. He isn't about to give up.]

[In fact, he's parkouring through the streets -- close to where you are -- if you're a fugitive, it's to usher you to safety, if you're just taking a stroll, it's to make sure no one unsavory creeps up on you -- or perhaps you're the shady one. Regardless of the situation, despite his gumption and perseverance, his body is not having it. One screwed up jump, and instead of landing beside you, he lands --- straight into a dumpster, with a loud yell of pain]

[You can.... help him out, or leave him there, or laugh, or any other options, but one thing's for sure: he's where be belongs]

ii -> evacuation -> phase 3 -> obligatory manpain (tm) prompt;

[So, Mr. Vigilante isn't having a great time! He's refused and balked at medical treatment, Determined to Press On and find a cure, protect the vigilantes, fight crime, yada yada. The problem is? This disease is escalating to far out of his control, and along with that comes very vivid hallucination that take our intrepid dumpster fire completely out of his depth. Unfortunately for you, you happen to be in the vicinity of him while he's having hallucinations, and while he may look like a lunatic (moreso.... than usual.... in this getup), they feel very real to him. So, you catch him:]

[a; reliving his father's death -- complete with a grown ass man sobbing and beating his his fists against the wall, repeating---]

Dad, no, dad! [---over and over again, it's really kind of pathetic. If you try to touch him, he'll protest, tears streaming down his face, ineffectively fighting this wall]

[or b; -- he's trying to stop you from leaving, though it's pretty weak and easily brushed off. Still, he's reaching out for you, voice cracking--]

Foggy, I'm talking to you, just listen-- Don't walk away!

[or c; - whether or not you're actually a woman, he seems to think you are, a woman he is currently romancing (oh my) and he's reaching out to stroke your hair gently]

May I? [aaaaand he's leaning in for a kiss, think fast! (he's easy enough to pull away from or shove away, though)]

iii -> evacuation -> phase 3 -> angry mad;

[So, this sick ass idiot is supposed to be evacuated by gryphon -- since he's sick and all. But, unfortunately, this guy has no intention of going. Or cooperating. Because one of the symptoms is heightened aggression, he's going wild. At first, it might be easy to miss, considering he is a vigilante who beats on criminals pretty brutally and all -- but it's quickly escalating out of control, to the point where he's attacking anyone who comes across his path]

[including you]

[either a; he does his best to grab you by your arms and pin you against the wall, growling--]

Where is he? The man you work for? Give me the answers I need, and I won't hurt you.

[Or b; he shoves you behind him, instead focusing his aggression on another bystander]

Fisk! [he shouts, at said bystander, who is incredibly confused, for the record] I won't let you hurt any more innocent people!

[You could intervene, or, uh, just popcorn.gif]

iv -> evacuation -> phase 3 -> busybody syndrome;

[After all the hallucinating and the rage against the machine... ning has winded down, Mr. Bad Decisions is continuing to make even worse decisions than before. He's no longer in costume, now, but rather his normal lawyer self, and there's blood dripping from his ears and nose. Despite that, the bastard presses on --- and his priority seems to be evacuating people. Even though he can barely stand, himself, and looks severely dehydrated, he's wobbling his way over to anyone who seems as though they might be struggling, even just a little. It's pretty pathetic, coming from an already blind man.]

Come on, need to go -- I know you're scared, but they have the materials for a cure. We can't waste time now.

[his tone is soft, but the idiot sure looks like he's going to fall on his face any second]

wildcard;

[want something else? or your own special prompt? or a custom one? just hit me up!]

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iii - a

[hannya]

[The entire evacuation process has put Majima a little on edge. He'd just gotten comfortable with his job at the marketplace bar, settled into his own small but private apartment, and now, once again, everyone is being uprooted for god knows how long. A fresh start on a new world always sounded too good to be true, but this is ridiculous.

That only escalates when someone grabs him as he's making his way to one of the carriage outposts on the edge of the city. He never had a problem cutting through this alley before, but of course this would happen. Of course. It's a stronger grip than he would have expected, but Majima twists to protect the bag slung across his shoulder. Having what few possessions he took with him get stolen would wound his pride far more than having his shoulder shoved against the wall.]

Who the fuck--

[The voice doesn't register past the anger flashing before Majima's eye. He retaliates without a second thought, swinging a hard uppercut aimed to screw right into his attacker's solar plexus.]

[ghettobatman]

[On the best of days, Matt takes hits. He's skilled at martial arts, sure, but his black outfit is flimsy and he's only human. In fact, his best skill is taking hits -- on the best of days.]

[This is not the best of days. It's not the worst of days, either, but it's pretty up there. As such, his reflexes are dulled, even with adrenaline, and Majima's strike hits, knocking him back with a loud grunt]

[But Matt's one persistent devil, even half-dead with sickness and madness. He's slower, sure, easier to dodge, easier to hit, but he won't stop.]

[He surges forward again, aiming to grab Majima this time,]

I said--- [----and throw him to the ground. If it connects. His voice is a low, gutteral, but obviously strained growl--]

Who do you work for?!

[his Batman impressions could really use some work]

[hannya]

[The guy eats the hit better than Majima expected, which is strange, considering he sounds like he's having an asthma attack. He'd heard about the effects of the illness-- city authorities made those announcements impossible to avoid-- but being this late stage would have anyone bedridden. Right?

His hesitation to further beat on someone that might give him plague lets his attacker get a hold of him, but Majima wraps his hands around the arms pushing him with bruising pressure. The shove isn't quite strong enough to topple him, but Majima pulls him down; it'll at least get the guy stuck in one place. He's strong, but right now he's moving like he doesn't know what to do with any of his body's power. Majima doesn't feel too bad for him, and barely feels his back crash against the ground. Instead of reacting to that, he rears his head back before slamming his forehead into the man's face.]

I'm a bartender, asshole.

[Though stars burst behind his eye, Majima attempts to flip places with the man, intent on pinning him to the ground with a sharp knee against his sternum.]

[ghettobatman]

[Yeah, one would think that everyone this sick would be bedridden -- but Matt doesn't know how to rest. He heaves as Majima pushes back against him - struggling with all his might and spitting out at a---]

I'm going to ask you again. Think about your answer this time. Who---

[Before his attempts to beat and intimidate the other man go out the window. With a headbutt -- and Matt nearly blacks out on the spot, head snapping back]

Aaaugh!

[he makes another grab for the other man, but his body betrays him; he buckles, and is pinned by the knee]

[Majima's got a few seconds to make his next move while this idiot is winded, because he doesn't look like he's going to give up anytime soon]

iii-B

[poolhall_killer]

[For the most part, Venom's been minding his own business as they prepare to evacuate the area. But before he knows it, he's being shoved aside by a peculiar man in black. The man starts yelling about someone named Fisk, accusing some poor individual of hurting people. The person looks horrified and confused, and Venom's not about to let it continue.

He grabs the man in black, realizing it's the same one who helped him when they first came here. Why is he acting so bizarre?]

Please leave them be. They're clearly not the one you're searching for.

[ghettobatman]

[He sure is acting bizarre! From hero to zero chill, just like that]

[regardless, the man in the mask stiffens when grabbed, and he removes one hand from "Fisk" to clamp down on Venom's hand, as hard as he can manage. Which.... isn't all that impressive, considering his sick physical state right now.]

You wanna take your hand off my shoulder, man?

[It's not a question, it's a threat. It's low, strained, but deathly serious --- he has no intention of letting "Fisk" go, after all, after all he's done]

[poolhall_killer]

[The grip really isn't much, but Venom's still not going to underestimate his possible opponent, even in his current state. He slowly removes his hand but remains on guard.]

Please listen to me. The person you're accosting isn't "Fisk".

[Granted, Venom has zero idea what this Fisk looks like, but going by the man's WTF look on his face, chances are it's not him.]

Let him go.

[ghettobatman]

[Matt keeps a firm grip on the poor bystander he's holding in a vice, but Venom releasing him does seem to make him slightly less likely to lash out.]

[...Maybe]

Either you work for him, or you have no idea what this man is capable of. Either way, I need you out of my way, now.

[Alas, the hallucinations...]

ii-a

[nineteenfortyfive]

[A moment of respite turns into anything but when Claire comes across all of... this. She pauses for a moment, unsure of whether to seek out someone else to help calm this man, but the poor thing is a sobbing mess. She can't walk away.]

Hey. Sir? Please--

[She probably shouldn't, but she reaches out to try and touch his arm.]

You're going to hurt yourself.

[ghettobatman]

[This is the second Claire to clean up his mess --- not that he realizes it yet. Regardless, when she touches him, he doesn't react violently -- he just does his best to pull away, slumping against the wall]

You have to let me through -- that's my father!

[Rationally, he should know that Jack is dead -- he has been for twenty years, in fact, but this sickness is doing a number on him]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Hallucinating, clear enough. Claire watches him for a moment, deciding how to approach this.]

Your father? What's his name?

[ghettobatman]

Jack -- Battling Jack Murdock. He's a boxer, he's hurt, you have to let me--- let me see him! He needs to get to a hospital!

[there's a pleading edge in his voice, he obviously thinks that the wall itself is holding him back, and somehow she's a part of that]

i

[kissintime]

--Hey, dude, are you ok?! You ain't dead, right??

[ let's backtrack for a second, before matt swandived himself into a dumpster like a high class olympic gymnast. ermes was in the middle of chasing down someone she suspected of being an associate, but who was giving her the slip. as she discovered in their chase, he had some mild teleporting ability - anytime she grabs him, he simply teleports right out of her arms and keeps going. tricky bastard, but she isn't one to give up.

as he runs ahead of ermes, he goes right underneath the area matt is ready to make his jump down from the rooftops and onto. but then the dive goes wrong and he crashes into the dumpster instead. ermes stops to yell-- "HOLY SHIT" -- and the associate even stops running to look behind and see what just happened. but now that ermes has stopped, even for a moment, the associate doesn't bother to wait - he continues out the street and teleports in between the alley. now there's no way to tell if he went left or right.

ermes bounces in place, thinking she should go after him, but her better conscience gets to her and instead she leans over the bin to check on the man who landed inside. luckily there are trash bags in there to assist in softening the land. ]

Shit, if you're dead... I guess just say nothing! If you're alive though, please make some kind of sound!

[ghettobatman]

[At least he's where he belongs. For a good few seconds after he goes down, there's no sound or movement. But Matt Murdock is nothing if not a persistent bastard, and at last, comes a groan -- and an attempt to move. The man shits slightly, a pizza box and plastic bag stuck to his face, starts to lift himself up --- then loses his strength and sinks back down into the garbage]

[Does that count as making a sound? He made... an effort...]

[kissintime]

Oh shit, you are alive!

[ or maybe the garbage just shook on its own? she hopes not, because then she might need to fight a garbage monster and her life is bizarre enough as it is. she hoists herself up a little so she can lean her body half-way into the dumpster, grabbing at the box to shove it aside and doing the same for the bag. ]

--Hey! Hey, hey, hey, I recognize you! You're the guy who helped me when all our pods came crashing down. Man, what the hell were you doing?

[ and, after saying that, she kind of realizes that he isn't in any status for a real conversation. she grunts, thinking up a plan, and then summons her Kiss to lean beside her. ]

Ok, we're gonna get you out of there. You'll be feeling this a lot, but it's for your own good!

[ she then leans her arms down and Kiss follows suit. ermes grabs at his arm, Kiss at his leg. ]

1, 2--

[ and both start to pull. ]

[ghettobatman]

[In this setting, even garbage monsters are possible. But no, there's no monsters --- there is moving garbage, but not so literally.]

I---

[Finally, he speaks, or attempts to, voice hoarse, before she summons the Kiss and he freezes completely. Even without the sickness clogging him up in every possible way, he'd still be confused by the presence of it, and with things as fuzzy as they are, he doesn't understand what's happening.]

[So, yeah, it's gonna hurt him, and he's dead weight for the moment, unfortunately]

What is that?

[How grateful, Matt....]

iv - what about two sick dumbasses

[sweetwater]

[ Cheryl looks rough too, though of course Matt can't see that. despite being pale, weak, and bleeding from her nose and mouth she's out wandering the streets of Wyver. combined with her all white attire it gives off a very haunted-baby-doll look. Peter's been trying to keep her confined but even he had to fall sleep eventually, so here she is.

she feels oddly serene about the whole sick as hell thing. at some point, don't you just have to let go? maybe there's a cure, maybe it's too late for the cure. ]

I'm not scared. [ and wow he looks like garbage, so as he stumbles closer she reaches out and takes his hand. ] I'll go with you. We'll get you help. Together. Do you want to put your arm around my shoulders?

perfect

[ghettobatman]

[While Cheryl is at peace, Matt's just stubbornly pushing past it, ignoring the fact that he's even sick in the first place, in denial about the fact that he needs help. Really, it isn't much different than usual.]

[His senses are fuzzy, but with Cheryl so close, not only does he recognize her, he can smell the blood, taste in the air, and the sickliness radiating from her---]

Ch--- [He starts to mouth her name before he (mis)remembers that he's in the mask, and he coughs instead] Checked, [Smooth recovery, Matt! Not!] I don't need to be checked. I'm fine.

.... But I'll get you there safely.

[He'll hold her hand, but he won't lean on her, stubborn as he is]

[sweetwater]

Obviously you haven't looked in a mirror lately, Samara, so I'll fill you in. You look like a low budget sequel to The Ring. [ but pot meet kettle on that, tbh.

the sass has sparked a little something in her, and Cheryl's stubbornness comes out. ] I won't let them treat me unless you see the witch doctor too. [ that's basically what passes for a medical professional, right? ] I don't negotiate so you'll have to take the deal or leave me here to die.

arrives late with laurier; iv + wildcard (?)

[hurtled]

[Kanade's voice has a testy edge to it; as the symptoms of those claimed by the disease had worsened, they brought certain memories to mind, memories which once weighed her down with sorrow and regret. No fault of theirs, she knows, just as she is aware these people need help. Still, every encounter with somebody bleeding from their orifices leaves her unsettled, and she...she wants to fix things, to ease his pain despite her limited capacity.]

Has anyone told you? [A tap at the back of his hand, attempting to draw attention while, hopefully, not startling him.] You look a right mess, dude.

not as late as meeee

[ghettobatman]

["You look like shit" is the usual response he gets, so that's much gentler than he usually hears it -- and he breaks out a mirthless chuckle in response.]

I wouldn't know.

[He's blind and all!!!! But he isn't startled, he turns his head towards her, giving her a full and unpleasant view of the bleeding, unfortunately]

It isn't safe here. You need to move.

[aaaaaand he's steadily ignoring her, though yeah, he's barely standing]

[hurtled]

I can take care of myself. [Only one of them has insides coming outside, and it sure isn't her! At least, not today.]

Here...

[Move, she does -- have a tissue pressed to Matt's nose, which begins to soak slowly.] Weren't you sick people supposed to travel on different transport, anyway?

[wondie]

( Diana lucky that she's wearing a mask herself. the kiss the masked stranger plants on her has nowhere to land but fabric, the short moment it actually lands.

she's rather astonished by the presumption, pushing back distinctly with her dark brows knitted in a frown that is covered by her mask. it's fine, Matt wasn't going to be seeing it, anyway. )

Don't, ( she says, and her tone brokers no argument, though... it's clear that he's not quite in his right mind. and not just because he's running around with a dirty sock around his head. ) Are you quite well?

[ghettobatman]

Why wouldn't I be? [But he respects her wishes and pulls back!! It's obvious from just looking at him, though -- the sweat, the faint shivering, everything -- that he's not well at all.]

Are you alright? Did I do something? [Why is she playing so hard to get...... things were going so well before!]

[Or at least, in his hallucinating mind, they were]

[wondie]

Yes, I'm fine.

( Diana has not had the occasion to get to know intimately all the symptoms of different stages, so unfortunately she is getting a crash course with this weird guy with a sock pulled over his face.

she is fine, but it is clear she isn't, and she takes his arm. )

Sit down with me. ( she's going to try and look him over, it's clear that he's hallucinating things, so why not play into them while she tries to figure out what the hell is going on? )