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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;

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[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]

[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.]

[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]

[The question alarmed Majima at first out of reflex. No one in Olympia knows who he was back home, and he wants to keep it that way. Whoever this is, though, they aren't yakuza. It's a small relief, but that doesn't really amend the situation. Majima growls when the man continues to struggle beneath him. This has been way more of an annoyance than a proper fight, and that in itself feels like a waste.]

Maybe you wouldn't be seeing a bunch of crazy bullshit if you took this stupid thing off--

[Majima sits on the man's chest and pins his hands down with his feet before reaching down and wrenching the mask off his face. His eye widens and he almost darts up in surprise before remembering his predicament. Majima grabs him by the scruff of the neck.]

...Matt?

[He'd like to stop Majima, in fact, he tries to stop Majima, but with his body weight pressing down on him and the sickness already weakening him, he can't. He makes a grab for Majima's hand as the man reaches for his mask, but it's not enough. The mask comes off, he's exposed, and he---]

[He has to make a run for it. Or at least try. He uses the element of surprise to punch for Majima's gut with all the strength he has left, doesn't answer, and instead tries to wrench himself out from underneath the other man, grunting and trying to hide his face]

[But yeah. It's Matt]

[The punch hurts, and Majima at least eases off Matt's hands. He hesitates now, not just because of the risk of infection, but because he doesn't want to hurt him.]

Man, you gotta snap out of it--

[Majima grunts exasperatedly and lets Matt preoccupy himself with hiding his face behind his hands. It lets him stand up again, still dragging Matt up with him by his collar.]

It's Majima, you know where I work. The hell are you doin' out here?

[It's his turn to push Matt against a wall, but it's not as if forcing Matt to look at him will jar any memories. He may have to try a different approach.]

...Who're you lookin' for? Maybe I can help.

[Majima can drag him up, though he's heavy, and Matt tenses as if he wants to run--- but there's no point. It's too late. The other man's seen his face. He's not sure he could even get away if he wanted to -- Majima's strong, and in his brief moments of lucidness he can recognize that he can't fight them off. In fact, in one of these lucid moments, he'll admit:]

Fisk.

[And nothing more. His sick brain recognizes, for this second, that Majima is Majima and not one of Wilson Fisk's street thugs, but who knows how long it'll last. This sickness is wrecking havoc on him.] His men--- they're out here. You must have seen them.

[Not a name he's ever heard, but Majima shouldn't have expected Matt to start making sense. Still, he knows what a gang sounds like when he hears it. Matt talked about being a lawyer where he's from, but evidently there's a lot more to it than that. No lawyer Majima's even met would be tough enough to take the punches Matt has on a good day, let alone while half dead.

However, Majima won't learn a thing about it if Matt keels over in the street. Getting him to a doctor takes priority over curiosity. He loosens his grip a little so he can wrap one of Matt's arms around his shoulder, and starts to lead him back out of the alley. Even though he's entirely dead weight, Majima keeps his other hand wrapped around Matt's waist so he can't run off.]

Yeah. That's why I'm stickin' to the backstreets. Gonna get you somewhere safe for now until the heat's off.

[The blatant lies chafe at Majima's conscience a little, but it's not like Matt will remember, anyway.]

Hell, I'll help you take 'em down. Been a while since I've had a good fight.

[It's true, Matt's not a normal lawyer, and if Matt were more himself and less completely out of it, then he might realize that Majima's not so ordinary, either. Unfortunately (or fortunately), he's so out of it, so hyperfocused, so overrun with hallucinations, that the thought doesn't occur to him, and all he can think about is Fisk, and escaping.]

[Not that there's much point. Majima's already seen his face, already recognized him]

Shit.

[It's kind of a response to what Majima's saying, and kind of not. Regardless, it doesn't seem like Matt's going to give it up anytime soon]

I don't need to be safe. I need to find him. So either help me or stay out of my way.

[It sounds more hoarse than hostile, especially since Majima did offer (after telling him he'd get Matt somewhere safe), but he's not himself, that much is evident]