Matt Mattson Murdock, Avocado at Law (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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nysalogs2017-10-19 10:53 pm
ghettobatman) wrote in nysalogs2017-10-19 10:53 pm
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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;
ghettobatman) & YOUWhat: 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.]ii -> evacuation -> phase 3 -> obligatory manpain (tm) prompt;
[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]
[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:]iii -> evacuation -> phase 3 -> angry mad;
[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)]
[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]iv -> evacuation -> phase 3 -> busybody syndrome;
[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]
[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.]wildcard;
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]
[want something else? or your own special prompt? or a custom one? just hit me up!]
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( 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? )
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[Anyway, ever the gentlemen, not seeming to realize that he is dressed like a moron, currently, he lets her take him aside, leaning into the touch. It's obvious just looking at him that's he's sick, he's shivering faintly, he has a fever, there's sweat dripping down his face]
Are you sure? Or is this another one of your games, Elektra?
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looking him over even for a moment, she's glad she's wearing a mask. Diana hasn't fallen ill yet, and while that could have to do with the fact she is not suspect to human disease, it's probably wise not to assume she's immune to VIOLET. )
I'm not playing any games, ( she answers, pressing the outside of her wrist against his temple. he's more than feverish, he's burning up. ) Why are you dressed like that? Will you not let me see your face?
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[Anyway, luckily she isn't letting him kiss her, because it transfers through bodily fluids. Better safe than sorry.]
Dressed like what? [He laughs lightly, leaning into her hand] We can't all be rich girls like you. This is my normal outfit.
[this probably raises more questions than it answers...]
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Diana has no clue what he means, but that's to be expected. the guy hasn't said anything that makes sense since this conversation started. )
You're wearing something over your eyes, ( she points out, tone concerned. ) I'm not Elektra, my name is Diana. I think you are very sick, you should come with me to Sanctuary.
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Something over my eyes? [He raises his hand to his forehead, to prove her wrong, but imagine his surprise when there's something there. Huh! How strange]
Come on, Elektra. I'd recognize your heartbeat anywhere. I might be blind, but you should know better than to try to play hide and seek -- [he smacks his lips together, reaching out for her hair, gently this time] I know you.
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also: creepy. )
If you know her heartbeat then you should know mine is different. ( listen again, blind boy! Diana is oddly accepting of the idea that someone might hear her heartbeat, and it seems like good evidence to prove she's not the woman he thinks she is. )
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[Then, if she doesn't move out of the way or brush his hand away, he strokes her hair a little] Is this some kind of roleplay? I thought your interests lied elsewhere, Elektra...
[Kinky. For what it's worth, he does focus on her heartbeat, but whether his disease-addled brain can recognize that it's Diana and not Elektra... well, that remains to be seen]
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Diana is starting to get frustrated by the fact she can't seem to get through his thick irish head, though she's more than aware it's because he's sick, now. if she can't convince him he's sick, she'll just have to resort to plan b.
she's not exactly an actress at this stage in her life, yet it seems he trusts the woman he thinks she is. might as well use that to get his ass toward the hospital... or at least try. )
We both know where your interests lie, don't we? ( w hat a read... she takes the hand toying in her hair and holds it. ) We can't do this here. ( they can't do this anywhere, to be perfectly specific, but if it gets him to follow her he doesn't need to know that. )
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[He's easy to fool, mostly because he's convinced it's her and also because he is super sick. This is some pretty messed up roleplay, Diana!]
You know me better than anyone. [what is he referring to, here, that's the question....] But that's more like you. Where do you want to go?
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You'll know when we get there.
( ominous. kinky? ominous and kinky. nailed it. )
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[this this kinky roleplay.... anyway, congrats, she got him to cooperate]
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I will. Don't you worry. ( a half sigh. ) What are you doing out here in the dark, anyway?
( besides being crazy sick... sickly crazy... either or )
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[but this crazy sick loser just follows him like a puppy] I know you were looking for me, too. No need to pretend.
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Wandering around with a mask over your eyes is how you search for people?
( she knows he's hallucinating and everything, but that's still kinda weird. )
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You're acting strange again, Elektra..... what are you thinking?
[no exposition for you, Didi]
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I am thinking you are gravely ill and that you need to be hospitalized for your own safety.
( wow that's not sexy at all... )
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Is this some kind of roleplay? What, I admit to being sick, and you stick me with needles and poke and prod until it hurts?
[because he]
[.... might be into that]
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Diana steps closer, reaching to anchor the sick stranger to the ground with a hand on each arm. )
Please trust me when I say you are very ill. What you think you see is not the reality. There is nothing I can do for you now but get you help, and I pray that you will let me.
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[Okay, he trusts Elektra, he's clearly having hallucinations of a time before Elektra tried to get him into murderkink, so he lets her take him away]
It's not like you, but I'll go along with it. I'm... very sick after all.
[smacks his lips]
wraps???
Diana shakes her head at the idea it isn't like her — hate to break it to you, Matt, but this is totally like her. he's agreeable and docile, though, so she'll keep her word and try and get him to Sanctuary to get looked after. )