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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]

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[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]

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

Your father? What's his name?

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]

[Claire Fraser's never been a woman that takes issue with telling lies if it's needed. It's needed.]

Jack? He's not there. He was taken to the hospital earlier. He's resting, now. [She tries again to touch his arm.] I'm Claire. I'm a nurse. Let me help you.

But he's right, I can see him---- [that makes no sense, considering he's blind, and the juxtaposition is enough to make him reel back from the hallucination, even temporarily.]

[He freezes]

Claire?

[But he doesn't sound or smell like her -- her heartbeat is different, there's something wrong here]

[(She is a nurse, but...)]

Claire Fraser. What's your name?

[Her voice is soft, hoping the tone will soothe him. Something's caught his attention and she has to take that as a good sign.]

[Fraser...... no, that isn't right]

[He abandons the wall for a second to turn to face her]

How did you find me?

[Is it a coincidence?]

[It's sort of hard to not notice the strangely dressed man beating the shit out of a wall, but--]

You... looked upset. Please, come sit with me. Let me see your hands.

[No, he's a master of stealth!!]

Claire... Fraser. [He repeats, seeming cagey. He's not really relenting on the "sitting" part, but he's swaying so it's not like it'd be difficult to pull him along. His hands are pretty bloody, she can tell already]

Where am I?

[She'll do her best to guide him by the elbow to some conveniently nearby spot to sit. He's ill. Very ill.]

What do you last remember?

[He sits, but he's so restless there's no telling how long that'll be for--]

Where am I?

[Unfortunately for poor Claire, he's just getting more unsettled]

[Baby steps. Claire sits beside him, keeping a hand on his arm.]

Olympia. Do you remember coming here?

[She's going out on a limb here (not really) and assuming he's one of them as opposed to a native. None of the natives dress like... this.]

The Storm?

[He'd like to shrug her off, in fact, he makes a half-hearted attempt to, but he doesn't quite manage it]

Olympia --- [Then he'll freeze, trying to think, processing. He does remember something about a storm, but his head is fuzzy and everything's blurring together and---]

Something's---- I don't know what's happening.

[This guy has no helpful answers whatsoever, alas]

What's the last thing you remember? I'm here to help you. Do you know why you're dressed like that?

[Weirdo.]

[don't judge him.... okay..... he's blind... he can't see his own outfit]

[(no it's really no excuse)]

I'm--- I was trying to help. But something's happening to me. I don't feel...

[he braces himself on whatever's closest to him, breathing heavily.]

I don't feel right.

[very specific...]

You're ill. A number of people are. [This one should have been in the Sanctuary a long time ago.]

Let me help you.

How... What's happened?

[but he's not saying no to being helped (yet), so that's a momentous step for him, really]

Do you remember hearing about the attack, in the city? The marketplace. People began to get sick after that. You're not the only one feeling like this.

[Unfortunately.]

The explosion.

[There's some traces of recollection, then -- he remembers that much. That's when everything began.] People were panicking, I was--- I was trying to get everyone out.

[And there she has it, why this dumbass got sick in the first place]

Right. The explosion. No one died. People just got sick, like you are now.

[Ah, well, there goes some of her annoyance. Can't be too mad at a man that tried to help.]

[Even if he deserves it?]

Sick.... [Like he is, he has enough self-awareness and lucidity (currently) to absorb that fact] That's right. People are sick-- I need to help.

[One step forward, two steps back...]