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I really did not think out the paying off my student debt plan well.
Let's smoke out yours, I got a really good deal on my apartment. You can always camp out at mine if we need to fumigate yours.
I really did not think out the paying off my student debt plan well.
Let's smoke out yours, I got a really good deal on my apartment. You can always camp out at mine if we need to fumigate yours.
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I'll ask, Foggy is usually up for a party and he's absolutely not anti-mutant. Though I don't mind going solo, either.
Yeah, gonna go solo.
I'm sure. I can't say I was gifted in or outside of school, but I definitely made some crazy choices.
I'll ask, Foggy is usually up for a party and he's absolutely not anti-mutant. Though I don't mind going solo, either.
Yeah, gonna go solo.
I'm sure. I can't say I was gifted in or outside of school, but I definitely made some crazy choices.
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How do you think it sounds like?
I can meet you there. Wouldn't want you to go out of your way.
How do you think it sounds like?
I can meet you there. Wouldn't want you to go out of your way.
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I think you misunderstood. I hate cooking for one, as in I hate cooking for one person. Cooking in general I love and do all the time, but I end up with more than I can eat and there's no company to enjoy it with.
[Cooking for himself is something Matt learned as early as possible, because it was the easiest way to ensure his heightened tastes would be catered to with fresh ingredients rather than dishes loaded with preservatives or fillers. His kitchen was decked out with equipment and, these days, expensive ingredients along with fresh herb plants. It's why his mind went to cooking as something to offer, because he knew he was good at it and enjoyed doing it.]
I think you misunderstood. I hate cooking for one, as in I hate cooking for one person. Cooking in general I love and do all the time, but I end up with more than I can eat and there's no company to enjoy it with.
[Cooking for himself is something Matt learned as early as possible, because it was the easiest way to ensure his heightened tastes would be catered to with fresh ingredients rather than dishes loaded with preservatives or fillers. His kitchen was decked out with equipment and, these days, expensive ingredients along with fresh herb plants. It's why his mind went to cooking as something to offer, because he knew he was good at it and enjoyed doing it.]
Edited 2025-03-15 15:32 (UTC)
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I couldn't just sit there. Guess this is what happens when you fall out of practice meditating.
[He feels restless despite feeling tired. Lucky senses his energy and whines a little, to which Matt gives him an apologetic pat.]
I guess I'm not a very patient person.
I couldn't just sit there. Guess this is what happens when you fall out of practice meditating.
[He feels restless despite feeling tired. Lucky senses his energy and whines a little, to which Matt gives him an apologetic pat.]
I guess I'm not a very patient person.
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Pie is fine.
So am I. He was a good man, and his family understandably wants justice for it.
Pie is fine.
So am I. He was a good man, and his family understandably wants justice for it.
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I'm Irish, it should always count.
I try and put my intellect to use once or twice.
It's certainly the least of what he deserves.
I'm Irish, it should always count.
I try and put my intellect to use once or twice.
It's certainly the least of what he deserves.
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I appreciate the thoroughness, Ms. Page.
So what is your go to karaoke song?
I appreciate the thoroughness, Ms. Page.
So what is your go to karaoke song?
The city was on fire.
Matt made his way through city streets he no longer knew, not with how they were blocked and barricaded. Some of it was police, some of it was civilian. People were reigning chaos down, watching the city burn. It tore at Matt's senses. He was weakened with his injury, and it made everything harder to process. He stumbled through the city, running and leaping when he could then nearly passing out a minute later.
Keep going.
One step in front of the other.
'Pick yourself up, Matty. Murdocks don't stay on the mat.'
Propelled by his father's old saying, in a voice that Matt couldn't even remember whether it was real or not, it kept him going. Whether that was actually Jack's old tone or not didn't matter. The words rang true. Murdocks always got up. They always continued the fight. People were counting on him. He had to keep going.
It was hard not to stop and help everyone. So much need. So many desperate cries. He couldn't stop for everyone, because if he did, he'd never make it back to Karen and Kate. That motion mattered. It might save the whole city. Yet who was he to save the forest rather than each tree?
Matt made judgement calls along the way that he would forever hate himself over, but he made it to Sam's Deli. It took longer than it should, but not long enough to have saved everyone alone the way. Inside was frightened exhaustion, a stink and stench that made him want to vomit. Yet they all looked at Matt like the answer. Nobody knew that he was their neighbor, but once Alice confirmed he was a friend, they relaxed. The young woman asked after Kate, and he could feel her anxiety. She didn't do well with people. She kept herself locked away most of the time. Yet she was stepping up because there was no other choice she'd accept.
He got them sorted. Situated. He realized he couldn't use his money, because there was no way Fisk wasn't keeping tabs on Matt Murdock's financials right now. If he spent money, Fisk would make him pay for it. With their lives. Kate was the same. Fisk would bomb another building because Bishop paid for it. Fisk knew he was friends with Danny Rand, Jessica Jones, and Luke Cage, too. Fuck. He couldn't use anyone's money. Not tonight, when nobody would notice the money being watched.
One person tentatively raised their hand and said that they had a cousin who worked at a Holiday Inn. They could probably get rooms right now and pay later, since all their payment systems would be down, anyway. Only six people needed them, with the rest okay going to family if they had an escort. So Matt set himself to the task of seeing everyone to where they needed to go safely. All that was left at the end was Alice who had no family. No friends but Matt and Kate. She was also staying at the hotel. Her matted hair hung over her face, her baggy clothing and unwashed body a warning to stay away. It was her way of dealing with her past. She was getting better, but not yet healed. Were any of them?
She hugged him, tightly, and whispered to him to tell Kate to check a particular thread. He had no idea what it meant, but he promised he would. Alice had set up a tip channel to monitor the activity in the city, to send Kate tips based on movements that seemed legit as they were sent in. She best helped behind a screen. Matt, for all he was great, wasn't the most technologically savvy. She'd send her tips to Kate.
Matt then rushed back to the file storage. The only time he stopped was because of Cherry checking in. Things were chaotic at Riker's, no surprise. He needed help there keeping things calm.
Well. Who knew better how to handle a prison than Luke?
Matt called in an old friend, and raced to where Kate and Karen were. It was the same hard trip, the same hard choices. He was worn beyond measure when he arrived, but once he heard those two familiar heartbeats, he all but sagged in relief.
"Hey." His voice was hoarse as he limped in, but there was a half-smirk on his face. "Miss me?"
Matt made his way through city streets he no longer knew, not with how they were blocked and barricaded. Some of it was police, some of it was civilian. People were reigning chaos down, watching the city burn. It tore at Matt's senses. He was weakened with his injury, and it made everything harder to process. He stumbled through the city, running and leaping when he could then nearly passing out a minute later.
Keep going.
One step in front of the other.
'Pick yourself up, Matty. Murdocks don't stay on the mat.'
Propelled by his father's old saying, in a voice that Matt couldn't even remember whether it was real or not, it kept him going. Whether that was actually Jack's old tone or not didn't matter. The words rang true. Murdocks always got up. They always continued the fight. People were counting on him. He had to keep going.
It was hard not to stop and help everyone. So much need. So many desperate cries. He couldn't stop for everyone, because if he did, he'd never make it back to Karen and Kate. That motion mattered. It might save the whole city. Yet who was he to save the forest rather than each tree?
Matt made judgement calls along the way that he would forever hate himself over, but he made it to Sam's Deli. It took longer than it should, but not long enough to have saved everyone alone the way. Inside was frightened exhaustion, a stink and stench that made him want to vomit. Yet they all looked at Matt like the answer. Nobody knew that he was their neighbor, but once Alice confirmed he was a friend, they relaxed. The young woman asked after Kate, and he could feel her anxiety. She didn't do well with people. She kept herself locked away most of the time. Yet she was stepping up because there was no other choice she'd accept.
He got them sorted. Situated. He realized he couldn't use his money, because there was no way Fisk wasn't keeping tabs on Matt Murdock's financials right now. If he spent money, Fisk would make him pay for it. With their lives. Kate was the same. Fisk would bomb another building because Bishop paid for it. Fisk knew he was friends with Danny Rand, Jessica Jones, and Luke Cage, too. Fuck. He couldn't use anyone's money. Not tonight, when nobody would notice the money being watched.
One person tentatively raised their hand and said that they had a cousin who worked at a Holiday Inn. They could probably get rooms right now and pay later, since all their payment systems would be down, anyway. Only six people needed them, with the rest okay going to family if they had an escort. So Matt set himself to the task of seeing everyone to where they needed to go safely. All that was left at the end was Alice who had no family. No friends but Matt and Kate. She was also staying at the hotel. Her matted hair hung over her face, her baggy clothing and unwashed body a warning to stay away. It was her way of dealing with her past. She was getting better, but not yet healed. Were any of them?
She hugged him, tightly, and whispered to him to tell Kate to check a particular thread. He had no idea what it meant, but he promised he would. Alice had set up a tip channel to monitor the activity in the city, to send Kate tips based on movements that seemed legit as they were sent in. She best helped behind a screen. Matt, for all he was great, wasn't the most technologically savvy. She'd send her tips to Kate.
Matt then rushed back to the file storage. The only time he stopped was because of Cherry checking in. Things were chaotic at Riker's, no surprise. He needed help there keeping things calm.
Well. Who knew better how to handle a prison than Luke?
Matt called in an old friend, and raced to where Kate and Karen were. It was the same hard trip, the same hard choices. He was worn beyond measure when he arrived, but once he heard those two familiar heartbeats, he all but sagged in relief.
"Hey." His voice was hoarse as he limped in, but there was a half-smirk on his face. "Miss me?"
Edited 2025-04-21 16:31 (UTC)
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"A buddy system, yeah. At least for the time being." Matt had worked alone for so many years that teaming up still felt a little strange to him. He'd done it off and on of course, like when dealing with the Hand or now with Kingpin, but it wasn't part of his initial introduction to the world of vigilantism like it was for Kate. It was safer for now though to team up, and he did know that he worked well with people like Kate and Peter. They'd done it enough by now that he felt confident in maneuvering with them. Plus even the finest fighter could get overwhelmed with enough of the enemy attacking at once.
He moved to get her some water, pouring her a glass and bringing it back over to her.
"I'm going to work today." He did feel guilty about leaving her, even though he knew she was in good hands with Claire. "I'll come by when court's done. And I'll be fine. I'll drink some coffee and Gatorade." If he remembered to, he'd drink it. Either way, he felt fairly confident he could push his body as hard as he needed to because he simply didn't give himself an alternative. A bigger question was getting his hands on a suit, given all of his had blown up. Kirsten said that she was handling it and would bring it to the office. Matt was just wearing old men's clothing left at Josie's apartment until now, which was both dated and not quite fitting well.
"A buddy system, yeah. At least for the time being." Matt had worked alone for so many years that teaming up still felt a little strange to him. He'd done it off and on of course, like when dealing with the Hand or now with Kingpin, but it wasn't part of his initial introduction to the world of vigilantism like it was for Kate. It was safer for now though to team up, and he did know that he worked well with people like Kate and Peter. They'd done it enough by now that he felt confident in maneuvering with them. Plus even the finest fighter could get overwhelmed with enough of the enemy attacking at once.
He moved to get her some water, pouring her a glass and bringing it back over to her.
"I'm going to work today." He did feel guilty about leaving her, even though he knew she was in good hands with Claire. "I'll come by when court's done. And I'll be fine. I'll drink some coffee and Gatorade." If he remembered to, he'd drink it. Either way, he felt fairly confident he could push his body as hard as he needed to because he simply didn't give himself an alternative. A bigger question was getting his hands on a suit, given all of his had blown up. Kirsten said that she was handling it and would bring it to the office. Matt was just wearing old men's clothing left at Josie's apartment until now, which was both dated and not quite fitting well.
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Do people have different bed socks than regular socks? Have I been living my whole life wrong?
[He playfully puts a hand over his heart as she points out his age.]
Ouch. You're not wrong, but ouch.
Do people have different bed socks than regular socks? Have I been living my whole life wrong?
[He playfully puts a hand over his heart as she points out his age.]
Ouch. You're not wrong, but ouch.
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[OOC: Aw, it's okay! I've totally had that happen to me before, too.]
Nothing but fish scales and a smile?
[OOC: Aw, it's okay! I've totally had that happen to me before, too.]
Nothing but fish scales and a smile?
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It's fulfilling. I won't pretend I haven't had my moments of frustration or wondering whether I was really making a difference or not, but I think most people probably have moments like that with their work.
It's fulfilling. I won't pretend I haven't had my moments of frustration or wondering whether I was really making a difference or not, but I think most people probably have moments like that with their work.
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I guess you'll have to wait and see.
The following day Matt was, perhaps sadly, wearing one of his many suits and ties. Given the professionalism of the office, as much as he joked he did uphold the proper dress code. The most he ever did was sometimes wearing jeans when he went into work on the weekends. Today though he was in one of his blue suits and ties, in his office practicing his opening argument. His staff was used to seeing him pacing as he did so in his office, he knew the steps well enough by now that he didn't need his walking stick while there.
Not that he needed it anyway, but his staff minus Cherry didn't know that.
One of the associates let him know that Jessica was there, and Matt paused in his delivery to turn towards the door. He'd known she was coming from outside the building, he knew her heartbeat well by now. He knew her scent, the sound of her steps. His smile had already widened on his face in anticipation before he'd even gotten word of her approach.
He went to his doorway to greet her. He was looking a little tired, but that was nothing new, especially these days. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his glasses hid the worst of the bags under his eyes. There were some bruises on his face and hands, but otherwise he was in good spirits.
"Hey, glad you made it. Did you want to order in, or should we go out?"
I guess you'll have to wait and see.
The following day Matt was, perhaps sadly, wearing one of his many suits and ties. Given the professionalism of the office, as much as he joked he did uphold the proper dress code. The most he ever did was sometimes wearing jeans when he went into work on the weekends. Today though he was in one of his blue suits and ties, in his office practicing his opening argument. His staff was used to seeing him pacing as he did so in his office, he knew the steps well enough by now that he didn't need his walking stick while there.
Not that he needed it anyway, but his staff minus Cherry didn't know that.
One of the associates let him know that Jessica was there, and Matt paused in his delivery to turn towards the door. He'd known she was coming from outside the building, he knew her heartbeat well by now. He knew her scent, the sound of her steps. His smile had already widened on his face in anticipation before he'd even gotten word of her approach.
He went to his doorway to greet her. He was looking a little tired, but that was nothing new, especially these days. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his glasses hid the worst of the bags under his eyes. There were some bruises on his face and hands, but otherwise he was in good spirits.
"Hey, glad you made it. Did you want to order in, or should we go out?"
The cough still hadn't really gone away. Matt's body was aching on top of it from the nonstop work he was forcing upon himself as the city was attacked from all angles. It felt like an endless cycle of suiting up for one adversary or the next, be in a tie or as Daredevil. What small pockets of time he found in between those two ventures he spent trying to attend to Heather, to his friends, to growing their army. As much as he said otherwise to Kate, it was wearing on him. He hadn't mentioned it to anyone yet, but his sensory abilities were starting to fritz. He simply wasn't well enough right now to concentrate, and there were moments where the sounds and smells of the city nearly drove him to his knees.
It didn't matter. He'd rest later. Tonight maybe when he got back to Heather's. He kept telling himself that.
He also kept referring to the apartment as Heather's place, not always realizing it. It didn't really feel like home yet to him, but it was another sticking point between them when Matt forgot to just call it home. Maybe he should bring something back for her, something nice to wake up to when he got back.
He dry swallowed some pain pills, muttered, "Shut up, Frank," because he knew somewhere Frank was still alive and would have given him shit about it just as Frank was currently living on pain pills himself. Matt really should always realize he was going down the wrong extreme path when he felt those similarities with the Punisher rise to the surface, but he forced them at bay. It was all just temporary until they dealt with Fisk.
Suited up, he met Kate in an alley outside his office. His head tilted in her direction when she came to stand next to him. "We can see what shipments they're trying to take in unclaimed at the harbor. I also want to visit where the protests have been happening by NYU's campus, and check in on 8th. A lot of burglaries have been happening over that way at the strip of stores." A beat, then his face looked apologetic. "I'm sorry. Hi. Should've started out with that. You all right?"
It didn't matter. He'd rest later. Tonight maybe when he got back to Heather's. He kept telling himself that.
He also kept referring to the apartment as Heather's place, not always realizing it. It didn't really feel like home yet to him, but it was another sticking point between them when Matt forgot to just call it home. Maybe he should bring something back for her, something nice to wake up to when he got back.
He dry swallowed some pain pills, muttered, "Shut up, Frank," because he knew somewhere Frank was still alive and would have given him shit about it just as Frank was currently living on pain pills himself. Matt really should always realize he was going down the wrong extreme path when he felt those similarities with the Punisher rise to the surface, but he forced them at bay. It was all just temporary until they dealt with Fisk.
Suited up, he met Kate in an alley outside his office. His head tilted in her direction when she came to stand next to him. "We can see what shipments they're trying to take in unclaimed at the harbor. I also want to visit where the protests have been happening by NYU's campus, and check in on 8th. A lot of burglaries have been happening over that way at the strip of stores." A beat, then his face looked apologetic. "I'm sorry. Hi. Should've started out with that. You all right?"
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Hanging in there. Fisk is going to realize the city is more resilient than he thinks. His task force can't keep everyone under his thumb.
Hanging in there. Fisk is going to realize the city is more resilient than he thinks. His task force can't keep everyone under his thumb.
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Poor guy. Maybe I'm just a romantic but I want to think there's someone right around the corner for him.
Poor guy. Maybe I'm just a romantic but I want to think there's someone right around the corner for him.
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"When a counterargument arises, that sounds like just the time a lawyer should be brought in," Matt teased in return. "I have an expert witness right here who can vouch that in hospitals, they give patients trays to eat. I'm sure that the risk of bed bugs is one of the reasons." Claire rolled here eyes in a 'here we go' manner but she didn't disagree. Matt continued on playfully, "One instance of agreement that in a particular slumber party situation it is permissible does not a rock solid case for eating in bed without a proper tray make. I'm just waiting for Luke to arrive to countermand that argument in favor of using trays even then."
Claire laid a hand on Matt's shoulder and teased him back with, "Focus on your turkey bacon, Matt. The last thing I need is for this to keep going on when Luke gets back. It's just going to somehow end in you two venting about truth, justice, and the American way." Luke might come at it from another angle but he was just as ethical as Matt and they both liked to hammer on about systemic injustice long after Claire got exhausted hearing about it.
Turning to Kate then she added, "I can't take credit for the bacon or the pancakes, but I'm glad you like it. I just did the eggs. And Luke is... not a terrible cook. He can get by but it's not a passion of his." It was hard to judge any of her friends or her boyfriend's cooking after having Matt's. Matt was the only friend Claire knew who genuinely loved being in the kitchen.
"When a counterargument arises, that sounds like just the time a lawyer should be brought in," Matt teased in return. "I have an expert witness right here who can vouch that in hospitals, they give patients trays to eat. I'm sure that the risk of bed bugs is one of the reasons." Claire rolled here eyes in a 'here we go' manner but she didn't disagree. Matt continued on playfully, "One instance of agreement that in a particular slumber party situation it is permissible does not a rock solid case for eating in bed without a proper tray make. I'm just waiting for Luke to arrive to countermand that argument in favor of using trays even then."
Claire laid a hand on Matt's shoulder and teased him back with, "Focus on your turkey bacon, Matt. The last thing I need is for this to keep going on when Luke gets back. It's just going to somehow end in you two venting about truth, justice, and the American way." Luke might come at it from another angle but he was just as ethical as Matt and they both liked to hammer on about systemic injustice long after Claire got exhausted hearing about it.
Turning to Kate then she added, "I can't take credit for the bacon or the pancakes, but I'm glad you like it. I just did the eggs. And Luke is... not a terrible cook. He can get by but it's not a passion of his." It was hard to judge any of her friends or her boyfriend's cooking after having Matt's. Matt was the only friend Claire knew who genuinely loved being in the kitchen.
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... I've thought about it. It's not like she can rat me out to Fisk. What worries me is that she'll kick me out and have no protection, no one to turn to when Fisk turns on her. Which he would do in a heartbeat if it meant saving himself.
You think he'll let me abstain?
Have you thought about maybe teaching him not to do it?
Special is because of people, not places.
... I've thought about it. It's not like she can rat me out to Fisk. What worries me is that she'll kick me out and have no protection, no one to turn to when Fisk turns on her. Which he would do in a heartbeat if it meant saving himself.
You think he'll let me abstain?
Have you thought about maybe teaching him not to do it?
Special is because of people, not places.
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