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Post by webdevil on Jan 19, 2021 1:39:08 GMT -7
CONTINUITY Note: This story runs (somewhat) parallel to the events of Iron Fist vs. The Kitchen and before In the Waning Moon.Morning came too soon even in the cooling weather. He learned to sleep on three hours years ago, but it was never the physical exhaustion that Matt Murdock hated. Picture this: To your right, the sound of construction cranes whirring and hissing while cars began Rush Hour. And you quickly realize that is taking place four blocks away yet it sounds and feels like it’s right there in your bed blaring at you like a guitar amp cranked to 11 – which was playing in the Brownstone adjacent to your own by an angsty sixteen-year-old. He felt the kid’s pain. To your left you can smell the water as it grows stagnant in the pipes as they criss-cross the length of your house down to the Kitchen where you can taste freshly brewed coffee already and could feel a large shape taking up the length of negative space with a lumbering heartbeat. You recognize that immediately as Foggy Nelson; your best friend and law partner at Nelson & Murdock, Attorneys at Law. And one of the few people on Earth to (actually) know that you led a double life as the guardian of Hell’s Kitchen: Daredevil, the Man Without Fear! But you know the worst part of all these sensations hitting you at all once? You experience them, but you’re also blind. Ironic: capable of amazing feats with superhuman senses and an unnatural Radar Sense to compensate; but all sense of visual perception utterly dead from the world. It made for a maddening morning routine. Matt rolled out of bed and immediately every joint and bone creaked and cracked as he reached a vertical base. Sharp reminder he wasn’t a teenager anymore. He reached for his bathrobe, draping it around his naked torso, covering his silk pyjama pants and had it secured by the time he was down the stairs and greeted by Foggy. “Oh good, you’re alive,” said Foggy dryly without looking up, knowing the last step of the brownstone creaked quite audibly. The house was only recently rebuilt in the last four or five years thanks to a hefty insurance policy left to them by Karen, but Matt was meticulous to make sure it was remade exactly as it was before; flaws and all. They also happened to help his Radar. “You’re early...” replied Matt groggily, though he could already feel the exhaustion haze fading and his senses becoming more centred and focused on his immediate vicinity. “And we’ve got a case that made my eyebrows shoot past my forehead and into the ceiling,” replied Foggy, who was already dressed in his favourite suit, jacket on the back of one of the kitchen chairs, had reached into the cupboard above his head and grabbed two mugs for he and Matt. Matt slumped into one of the kitchen chairs by the table where his laptop setup was present, but he did not make a move to use it at first. Radar Sense didn’t exactly translate to what could be seen on a screen. “When did it come in?” he asked. “Jesus, Matt, did you take too many blows to the head? The one we had been working on for the past two months? I know Frank Castle’s a pain in the ass, but did he really kick your head in that hard this time? Oh, Ben sent us the draft he’s putting to press later this afternoon behind your laptop. I had it printed.” Said Foggy as he poured the cups and made his fixings. Matt, in turn, reached behind his laptop and began reading the bumps of Braille about the article. “Heh. Internet’s gonna have his head at this rate,” he said after a few moments, by which time Foggy had place the coffee down and began drinking his own. “Or Jonah,” he added as he reached for his own cup and took a sip, the burning sloshing in his mouth harsher than a normal person’s. “Leaning more towards the former; they hate ol’ flattop more than Spider-Man. Anyways, the litigators have decided to outsource the lawyer for the case and have pushed for a Trial,” Foggy said waving his hand, tho he looked mildly irritated. Matt lowered his cup slowly and frowned. “On an identity theft suit?”
Foggy shrugged. “S’what they wanted. Which means we’ll need to find a way to steamroll the affidavit BS and focus on the jury.”Matt nodded and took another sip of coffee. “Insurance fraud is bad enough; but to legally prove someone’s an enhanced individual - much less a vigilante - requires an entire separate suit to be brought forward. Did they really think - -“Foggy began to sweat under his collar for some reason. His face tightened as well. “Err. Actually, Matt... That’s the problem...”Matt put his coffee down on the table and gave his best friend an annoying “stare.” Foggy knew the eyes didn’t work (and Matt wasn’t wearing his glasses) but if they did, they’d be piercing his soul. “What are you not telling me?” asked Matt slowly. “The special prosecutor they outsourced... Is Jen Walters...” Foggy almost choked out the name. Matt said nothing for a moment. He closed his eyes, allowing his eyes and his mind to unfocus slightly, which allowed the world around him in. In seconds, he became small. “Dammit.” Judi Strange
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Post by Judi Strange on Jan 20, 2021 4:11:26 GMT -7
"Better be scared, Better be afraid Now that the beast is out of her cage and I know you wanna risk it"
The office, at long last since exiting the partnership was coming together, it had a very upper class vibe with his open spaces, the 3.2 plants and enough glitz for prospective clients. Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzberg & Holliway had been good for her, I mean if you were willing to overlook the idea that it was a huge PR boost for them to have an Avenger working on the super human aspects of law. However, the recent trials and tribulations had seen a need for some distance so as they say...
"One door closes but another opens?" The voice, Penelope, her new P.A. to go with the new office. They'd been friends forever and in a way, it was like having Jill back, this was nice- if a complicated, but sometimes even the painful reminders were good, it kept you honest and focused.
"So they say," The hand that reached for the coffee Penelope offered was not the tall lean and gamma green hand of GLK&H darling She-Hulk, but rather the hand of Jennifer Walters- the OG of the west coast lost causes legal cases. taking a deep drink it pulled a slight "ew" expression "This instant?" "The Espresso hasn't arrived yet, I'll call and see what the hold up is." The seemingly every perky young woman with a dash of midwestern charm and accent offered. "It's fine, I heard the phone early what's up on the board today?"
Another sip and it was like she was right back there doing defense earning little except the pride she was walking over Nicolas Trask's mob defending the less than clean Lou Monkton. (Who was slime, but in that case an innocent small slime.) "The Id Theft gig, possible with a lead in to poke the SRA, maybe. I can try to get a set up for a face to face with his Council to ensure disclosure is set up, maybe get the voir dire if that's the way it goes if you like?" Penelope was good, steady really perfect Jennifer could not help but feel quite lucky to have her all things considered.
"Great, hit me with that when it's done, maybe we can get this streamlined with some personal face time, no reason anyone should hang in legal limbo- besides the SRA could use a good poke." Jennifer offered with a playful smirk, the humor was of course expected it was sort of her schtick. In Reality, though she had supported the SRA due to it being the law of the land, the finer executions could use a good massaging to ensure safety did not turn to class or civil exploitation of certain demographics she rather held close.
"Your Honor, permission to treat the witness as Hostile?"
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Post by webdevil on Jan 21, 2021 2:35:07 GMT -7
Four hours, a shower, a proper suit and tie, and at least six different phone calls later, Matt - flanked by Foggy - was heading up the steps towards the new offices of the now-freelance lawyer, Jen Walters. It was perhaps for the best that they decided to not do this little pow wow in their office. Least then she wouldn't have to manufacture an excuse to search the rest of the brownstone. Oh who was he kidding? Not her style on a good day. In either form. Foggy's heartbeat was pounding. Matt wondered if that was because of the stairs and the amount of walking they did, or something else. "Told you to use the gym, Counselor," Matt said dryly, allowing his flippant sense of humor to let Foggy open up. He felt Foggy toss him a scowl. "Very funny, Mister Acrobat,""Well I don't think Ms. Walters would like you looking like you just ran a marathon, either," replied Matt with that same dry tone. "What so she can demonstrate proper form by bicep curling me like a barbell!? This body is stout and low to the ground for a reason, Murdock!" he retorted back, shaking his head as they stepped inside and around the corner towards the elevator. Matt smirked and tilted his head upwards. "Well, I guess you'll be stoutly disappointed then, Fog," said Matt as the door closed and the short elevator ride up displaced the negative space beneath them. Foggy turned his head with a confused expression. The elevator stopped after seven seconds. "She's not in Hulk form," he said as the door opened. He couldn't help but smirk for a brief second as Foggy looked like he just got clubbed with something heavy. Collecting himself from his momentary self-embarrassment, Foggy followed in Matt's wake, while Matt's expression grew harder and harder with every step. His memories of Jen while not in She-Hulk form were few. He knew her mostly by reputation as a meek, mild-mannered, but good natured lawyer down in California while he was there briefly with Natasha. Had an uncanny eye for precedent and details few would pick up. Reminded him of Foggy. As She-Hulk, however, he had plenty of experiences with her. Or, rather, Daredevil did. He had dealt with both Hulks multiple times in his so-called "career" and he preferred this one much more. When she wasn't going full supermodel and hogging half of Ben Urich's weekly gossip column of who she recently had slept with. Or advocating for he, Danny, Peter, Jessica, Luke, or Cindy's arrest thru the SRA. THAT aspect made him twitch: it reminded him of himself. The double standards. He gripped his cane just a fraction of an inch tighter in recognition of his guilt. And the nearby church wasn't even a Catholic one... The secretary at the front of Jen's office - an office even the blind man could smell the foliage meant more for fung shue and decorum than gardening - greeted them. Foggy decided to speak up this time. "Yes, we have an 11:30 with Ms. Walters. Nelson and Murdock," he said politely. The woman gave a polite smile and retreated to the back. Foggy took this as the cue to sit in the chair, with Matt - habitually running the blind man routine - taking a little longer to follow suit and doing the same. Foggy placed his briefcase at his feet before staring down at them. "Foggy. Relax," whispered Matt. Foggy's sweating had subsided but his pulse was still slightly elevated. Didn't help he had a bad habit of fidgeting either. "I'm trying alright! But it's hard when the person in that room - -" he hissed back then clammed up. Matt pinched the bridge of his nose and allowed his Radar to spot Jen.
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Post by Judi Strange on Jan 28, 2021 16:31:04 GMT -7
"Better be scared, Better be afraid Now that the beast is out of her cage and I know you wanna risk it"
There behind the Telluride desk sat the very being of discussion, where in fact she had been most of the morning going over casefiles. Some, quite recent such as the responsibility of representation in SRA cases when they pertain to Civil rights, due process and certainly the can of worms manifestation of such uncontrolled phenomena and it's introduction into judicial process.
The coffee had long since lost it's allure and gone cold, as she finished up the last line of People versus Hernandez. When the SRA had been introduced, it seemed like a logical, ethical concept- a means to curtail a growing crisis of the onset of metahuman criminal activity as well as metahuman vigilantism that was claiming lives.
"That's a little hypocritical of you isn't it?" The voice, her own lovely internal monologue, though since various events her her more emerald life it seemed more "She-Hulky" in tone and those razor like quips were just as amazingly on target for her self analysis as much as trash talking Titania for the 1,213th time- but who was counting. "I mean, we did our share of that, without it Trask would still be getting away with murder, the Word conning people- sometimes the world needs something outside the normal process of L-"
The knock was a godsend, it cut off that path of thought she'd ducked for some time on the SRA debate. Penelope popped her head in, hair the color of copper, face as always friendly, eager with just a hint of down home charm that permeated even her voice. "Ms. Walters, err, Jen.." She began, still adjusting to the more open laid back office style "Mr. Murdoch and Mr. Nelson have arrived, shall I show them into the conference room?"
With a grateful sigh she nodded, closing the file "Please, see if the gentlemen would like some coffee or tea, best foot forward and all that." She offered, rising and beginning to gather her paperwork- the internal debate, as well as the co-mingled self reflection it seemed would wait.
The inner door opened, and all smiles Penelope stood near the door, holding it open. "Ms. Walters is ready, would either of you prefer coffee or tea during the discussion?"
Those keen of study could easily place the accent form the clerk and secretary. It had a cadence that raised and lowered in a warm friendly manner that any who had ever visited the lovely New Orleans districts would know readily.
Securing their choice, she would lead them deeper into the office, the scents were lovely if new, the place scented of good money and well to do which could be of course a hold over from her brief fling with Prosecution under DA Towers some time ago. "Have a seat gentleman she'll be right in momentarily." She spared a warm smile for both, lingered it on Foggy, but was soon gone leaving only the lingering scent of Donna Karan scent with notes of Cedarwood and Vanilla. "Your Honor, permission to treat the witness as Hostile?"
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Post by webdevil on Feb 1, 2021 3:12:23 GMT -7
Foggy looked up. Matt then feigned the blind man's response and stupidly followed suit despite sensing Jen's receptionist long before his partner got an eyeful. Judging from his reaction, she appeared to be an attractive young woman with a southern voice to match (Foggy tended to react quite similarly around "attractive" women, Matt observed.) "No, thank you. But I appreciate the gesture," said Matt. Foggy - who was mysteriously mute with a heartbeat like a small jackhammer - merely waved off her gesture as politely as he could. The two followed her past the front reception area and into the office proper. It appeared Jen preferred open concept, Matt made a note of as he tapped his cane, feigning the blind man routine and allowing Foggy to pretend to guide him. In reality, the cane's rhythmic tapping (which given they were on carpet and not straight linoleum buried underneath the surface was only at specific intervals), gave his Radar Sense more surface area to work with given the fullness created by his echolocation and enhanced senses. The negative space allowed him to spot Jen immediately, steady heartbeat and a wicked smell of Gamma radiation mixing with her own perfume. Only a handful of people could actually smell what Gamma Radiation was, and to describe it would repulse some and confuse the rest. In spite of this, she gave off an air of casual loveliness he commonly associated with the women he knew and he gave a small smile that nobody noticed. Foggy sat them down in a small area as they waited for Jen. The woman left with her cedarwood and vanilla scent trailing behind. Matt wasn't fond of the scent himself, but he could tell Foggy's blood was running warm. He felt Foggy's eyes trail for a bit. Matt cleared his throat. "I'm told it's impolite to stare, Mr. Nelson," he said facetiously, fighting a dry laugh as he pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose with a finger. Foggy gave a sharp look back looking mutinous. "Oh can it. Need I remind you of how many women you've been with? Men like me are rarely so fortunate!" he snapped back. "Well, I mean there was Debbie, Gloriana, Liz Allan..." replied Matt, who adjusted his cane in his lap and began counting off his fingers as he said each name. "I'm gonna poun- -" hissed Foggy before he was cut off. This was right around the time footfalls followed and entered one Jen Walters. Matt couldn't see her reaction, but Foggy could, and he immediately clammed up in response.
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Post by Judi Strange on Feb 1, 2021 14:22:46 GMT -7
"Better be scared, Better be afraid Now that the beast is out of her cage and I know you wanna risk it"
The door was quiet, but of course her arrival was easily detected by the man without fear- in court or outside of the hallowed halls each served in their own way. "Mr. Murdoch, Mr. Nelson." she offered in pleasant, hospitable greeting. To those more familiar with her emerald Alter ego there was of course tonal variance due to mass, resonance all the typical variables but also a faint difference only the skilled listener might catch in her manner of speech and word choice. "Good of you to come, I trust there was no difficulties in finding the location; it's a bit new." The tone with a slight uptick, boiler plate meet and greet on a friendly, yet professional level as she moved behind the large desk, laying out some hardcopy file as the computer, to the left side of the desk that scented quite new woke from it's sleep mode.
As she sat, the warm chestnut highlighted brown hair framing her sunned but not tanned features offered a smile in turn to both men. "As attorney in file I thought we might wish to have a meeting in regards of proper Discovery as well as lay our some basics of expectation for your side and mine versus reality and what is in the best interests of your client as well as justice itself in this matter." It was straight to business, which she preferred in matters of SRA related issues- the more she waded into the application of the law versus the legal intent versus civil rights issues the more it gave her a headache just begin her eyes.
"Your Honor, permission to treat the witness as Hostile?"
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Post by webdevil on Feb 3, 2021 0:21:43 GMT -7
Matt nodded and Foggy tentatively followed suit. They barely got settled before Jennifer cut straight to the chase, cutting right through the pre-amble. Matt expected this knowing who she was when she was her other half, but the abruptness made Foggy jump. He was sweating profusely. He was terrified. Matt was a Man Without Fear, but he knew deep down Foggy was a man with guts. He excelled at his most afraid. So what on Earth was going on with this situation? Then Jen spoke again. Matt quirked an eyebrow, measuring his words. "Discovery on which grounds? The insurance fraud case? I'm sure our client would be more than amenable to submitting copies as evidence given the DA is pushing for Trial. But if this is for the alleged acts of superhuman powers, I'm sure you know that requires an entirely different set of requirements in order to avoid any cases of civil rights violations of the city against a non-public figure," he replied. "Not to mention potential identity theft..."[/font] murmured Foggy audible enough for them to hear.
He had a point. They could cite that defense... But Matt could sense Jen's discomfort about the whole ordeal. Her non-Shulk form was far more telling with her body language by comparison to the stonewall of overconfidence he was use to. Almost as if her personal and professional sides were at war with herself. Then he tilted his head towards Foggy and began to wonder the same thing. He turned his head back to Jen."Cards on the table, Jen, what exactly is DA Tower looking for here from a small business owner whose restaurant was burnt to the ground during the so-called Hellzone?" asked Matt, once again taking the lead.
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Post by Judi Strange on Feb 7, 2021 15:24:44 GMT -7
"Better be scared, Better be afraid Now that the beast is out of her cage and I know you wanna risk it"
Jennifer knitted her fingers rested her hands on the blotter as she listened, in this form she had the patience of a saint. It was well honed and battle tested in the Los Angeles County Superior Court. There she rammed her law degree and well meaning sense of justice at the Assistant District Attorney Dennis Bukowski "Buck" to those in his circle, Jennifer was not one of course and their heated back and forth taught her quite a bit.
"Simple open ended discovery of course, the basic rundown of Arson reports, police and or witness accounts. I want to be clear, my aim here is nothing short of fair, even justice regardless of who is connected to this, I think we know enough about each other to know we're both after the real story." She meant it too of course, she was not naïve enough to know getting an Avenger on offence looked very nice for the news sound bites, the trial hype. "What we have here is the responsibility to see this is done by the number due to any connection to the SRA if indeed there is one, Your Client has Civil Rights and certainly the right to due process without bias." She slid the hardcopy over to Foggy, "This is the Arson report which examines the burn pattern as well as seeking any chemical trace for the outbreak of the fire itself, I do indeed apologize for the lack of Braille, a shortcoming I'll have rectified of course."
She paused to let Foggy review it, and of course to relay to Matt the veracity of the report before she continued.
"Your Honor, permission to treat the witness as Hostile?"
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Post by webdevil on Feb 15, 2021 0:03:59 GMT -7
Foggy spoke at once in such a hi-speed tone that it almost came off as a squeak. If Matt didn't know his best friend as well as his Radar Sense, he wouldn't have understood a damn word. "You already have this in public record," Matt shifted his cane to poke his partner and whispered "calm down," before allowing Jennifer to continue. She passed a hard copy to Foggy, who fumbled it and dropped it. "Jeez!" he cried and retreated underneath the desk to get all the papers together. Matt leaned in in case Jen's assistant had better hearing than he gave her credit for. Sure his Radar tracked her halfway across the hall, but nevertheless he was more cautious than ever. "I think we both know I've got no issue reading normal paperwork. Foggy, on the other hand..." he said thumbing towards his partner, who finally managed to resurface and bury his head in the reports. He tried to speak but was stunted. Matt leaned back and this time spoke to where even Jen could hear. "Fog, is there something you want to share to our rather petite colleague here or are you just naturally on the edge of cardiac arrest around women lately?" he asked in his attempt to smoke out Foggy's internalized paranoia. Foggy flushed a rather deep shade of red, tossing a rather vicious scowl Matt's way - like a kid caught in a cookie jar - before looking at Jen and his eyes widened imperceptibly to all save the two other lawyers in the trade of reading people. "W-well. I mean - - can we just focus on this, Matt!?" he hissed, flashing the shuffled stack of papers in his hand. Matt sensed Jen's reaction and within two seconds was fighting the urge to laugh.
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Post by Judi Strange on Jun 10, 2021 7:15:11 GMT -7
"Better be scared, Better be afraid Now that the beast is out of her cage and I know you wanna risk it"
Jennifer raised her brow at the performance art of one Franklin,"Foggy" Nelson. First the comment snow the fluster. It was cute in its own way "We also have decaf?" She offered politely as he disappeared to get the papers. As Matt leaned forward the smirk remained. It was always fun to play "Secret ID's. "Civil decorum in all things official." She trusted Penelope, but, well of Cours erred on the side of prudence. This was really a distinctively different aspect between her forms.
As Fog resurfaced she sets the paperwork to the side on her end. "I think that might be for the best really, Mr. Nelson," She began just as formally, offering a pregnant pause until he was situated. "what seems to be the trouble?" In her mind it could be only a few things, and she suspected what it might be but this was something best offered rather than assumed.
"Surely we can agree getting whatever it is out of the way will foster a good working, moving forward relationship that benefits the state and your client." With that Jennifer fixed her gaze upon not Matt, but the troubled, flustered Mr. Nelson as she watched reading his cues- voice body language all the lovely things well honed on both sides of the judicial ball so to speak. "Your Honor, permission to treat the witness as Hostile?"
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Post by webdevil on Jun 12, 2021 1:53:19 GMT -7
Foggy made eye contact, checking for the briefest hints or evidence of green and instantly began reading again, though the nerves being shot became obvious now. Matt covered his mouth and was fighting with all his might to try not to laugh. "Oh you gotta be kidding me..." Matt remarked in an undertone between hacking coughs that were clearly trying to hide a fit of laughter. Foggy found his voice, but it was an odd high pitched squeak, muffled by the papers he tried to speak through. "Without the legalese, I'm afraid I'm, uh, gonna have to counter that under Section 4, Paragraph 2b of the Superhuman Registration Act, any challenge of new emerging superpowers can only be presumed as a course of action if -and only if - the patterns are not consistent with any previously... registered... superhuman.." Foggy got out but the last word sounded more like "Don't hurt me!" Matt almost felt sorry for Franklin. Almost. He'd been nearly killed by superhumans on dozens of occasions, but he realized putting him in front of a Hulk - even an untransformed one - had him scared beyond all wits end. "Jen.. Before we continue.. a word?" said Matt motioning across the office several feet away. He got up slowly, careful to make sure his act as a blind lawyer was in tact, and huddled over. In this form, he remembered Jen was shorter than he was by a couple inches, and had to resist the urge to look up. Instead he kept his head dead level until she spoke. "Foggy's vitals are roughly thirty seconds before they go and give himself cardiac arrest if he keeps thinking a bomb is going to go off in the office. And by "bomb" I mean your other, more viridian as I recall, half to be precise..." he said while waiting for Jen's reply. When Foggy was looking over the legalese again and muttering like a crazy man, he added. "In short: He's petrified because he was mentally prepared for She-Hulk, not Jen Walters. If that makes any sense. The one he's never seen. While I wouldn't call this "legal" council, I think detonating said bomb and seeing that he's not going to be split in half by it will do wonders to him not speaking like the Wino down at Clinton Mission, councilor..."Matt wondered for a moment if Jen ever had moments where she had to explain alter-egos to people. Sure, he was the same person as Daredevil, technically, but as Daredevil he knew he was much more willing to be aggressive, carefree, blunt, and relentless in ways the stayed, conservative, soft-spoken Matt Murdock was not. He bit the inner part of his lip in an amused sort of way as his Radar pinged their respective vital signs as he focused more and more on the immediate surroundings. He reeled it in once his senses began to pick up Jen's recent dietary changes in contrast to Foggy's, which made for quite the sensory sludge...
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Post by Judi Strange on Jun 12, 2021 7:30:53 GMT -7
"Better be scared, Better be afraid Now that the beast is out of her cage and I know you wanna risk it"
She watched this display, looked deeply back into his eyes as he offered his view on Section 4, 2b. A thin almost shark like smile played on her lips as she leaned forward to add her own spin on that. part of the job was reading people, their sense solid footing in whatever it was they were saying be it conference, presentational or testimony. "Well first I would hope that we can agree that-" Mr. Nelson was a good legal haymaker away from a TKO and she felt just peachy with spinning his statement back on him as Matt spoke holding the weight of the hammer she wanted to drop verbally.
Briefly she wondered it was a game, one play good council other play sacrificial to lure. "Sure, no problem." She rose and shifted her demeanor more open and approachable, eyes still on Mr. Nelson as she adjusted her neutral gray blazer and moved to speak with Murdoch a bit further away. It was always awkward, to meet people in another form you knew primarily in the other.
As he spoke she looked incredulous, this was certainly a first. "Wait, are you saying since Im not 7 foot of Hulkness he is more concerned at what might happen as opposed to being, you know directly face to face with her..err..me?" Stop the presses, Jennifer Walters, more intimidating than a She-Hulk. It was, well amazing but she could see it- better that which you see versus the power of you're own imagination.
"It's pretty irregular Matt, I mean- sure if you think it will calm his nerves, I'd need a minute to change of course." She cast her gaze back at him, joviality aside she got it, hell there were times she herself was more than a little concerned about "She-Hulk" and what she could d, or was thinking. They were the same in most thinks if somewhat different in how they approached things. Even her father had once thought the She-Hulk was guilty of murder, so was this really that different.
With a sigh "I'll have coffee sent in, and return in a moment." With it decided, barring any other questions on the matter she headed to her desk, set things in order and buzzed for the coffee and left the boys to chat as she changed. "Your Honor, permission to treat the witness as Hostile?"
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Post by webdevil on Jun 12, 2021 23:21:06 GMT -7
As Jen took her leave to Hulk out (which Matt whether Jen liked it or not was going to be privy to the entire time much to his own chagrin - he always found Hulk transformations most unsettling) he sat back down next to Foggy and snatched the papers out of Foggy's hands. That was when Foggy leaned into Matt and began hissing rapid fire. "Great! She's gonna have us butchered like cattle!""No, she's not..." replied Matt calmly, who turned over the first page in his hand and began reading the document slowly concerning the arson reports by running his hand across the fine print to read the raised ink with his enhanced and very acute sense of touch. "Oh? Is that why you sidebarred with her? Using superhero friendship 101 to give us a way out!?" Foggy snapped though in as low a whisper as he could muster (not that it meant much to Matt's sensitive ears). "Give you a leg up, more like..." replied Matt as he reached the key notes in Jen's - correction, DA Tower's - argument about how their client, Jorge Hernandez, would be exhibiting superhuman powers. "That doesn't make any sense..." he muttered quietly, cupping his chin and considering the case. This explains why he wants Discovery and a Trial when a simple meeting with the judge on insurance claims would cover it. A few moments passed of extremely uncomfortable silence - for Foggy at least - before he finally found his voice again and peered over to what Matt was looking at. "What are you - - Oh. Yeah. OH!?" blurted out Foggy as realization dawned on what Matt had done as seven feet of lean, green, and deathly gorgeous was back in the office. Foggy froze on sight, torn between begging for death or simply begging like what the kids call these days "a simp". Matt kept his head down, shoulders slightly hunched, hands focused on the notes. Underneath, he concealed a very devilish grin.
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Post by Judi Strange on Jun 13, 2021 5:27:15 GMT -7
"Better be scared, Better be afraid Now that the beast is out of her cage and I know you wanna risk it"
Jennifer had indeed headed to what Penelope called the "Anti-panic-room" for lack of a more formal term, they'd picked this office because of it, roomy but not too over done. As the dimmer figure had entered, closed the door and prepped her transformation, only to be replaced by the all to recognizable, on almost every time in the world at some time "She-Hulk" as the press had dubbed her.
There was alliteration, a freedom in the change she mused and it hung with her as she headed back to alleviate DD's sidekick. here and now, she could agree with him Jennifer could be more withering than a Hulk at times, while her mind wasn't separate like poor Bruces, it did have it's variances. She stepped in, similar suit obviously she favored the grey for consistency, bit lighter shades the observant would notice of course and also tailored differently with more to accentuate and how she wore it was differently too.
For Matt, one so very much into the details he would notice differences few noticed. In addition to the voice tone, the body heart all the very obvious variables visited on poor Foggy to whom she offered a warm smile and light wave as he looked when she entered. Matt could also of course perceive the differences in body languages, cadence in speech word choice.. If it were anyone else it could be a somewhat disturbing call back to the old duality of Typhoid Mary in its own way but if anything the She-Hulk seemed to be a freer more open Jennifer than a machete wielding psychotic.
"I trust we're good to go boys?" she asked but mainly gauges Foggy's reaction. After this, lunch maybe something physical. After so long not Hulking out, she found a return to revealing in exertion, the adrenaline rush of offering justice very openly, directly. "It seems to me we should be able to Solomon this, find some center ground tat is fair to the people and fair to your client." she was far along enough in her career to not need the high profile trial and conviction, and was very aware why she was asked to do it. "Your Honor, permission to treat the witness as Hostile?"
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Post by webdevil on Jun 17, 2021 20:42:47 GMT -7
It was only after the sudden shock of seeing the She-Hulk tower over him and almost peer down into him did Foggy finally react. The extra two feet of height made the top of his head just below the level of her chest. What came next was not the stammering, timid, sidekick of Matt Murdock, no no, this was someone else entirely. "Common ground if we can agree that every single one of Tower's alleged cases were not in good faith, then yes, I would agree, Counselor," he said, his voice trite and had shades of his birth mother, Rosalind "Razor" Sharpe (not that Matt would ever tell him this). He snatched the documents right out of Matt's hands, giving Matt barely any warning to let go so he didn't papercut himself, and flipped through til he got to the meat of Tower's argument: The Police Report. "Forensic reports of Mr. Hernandez' establishment indicate burn marks consistent with a Code 616: superhuman activity," he repeated in a clinical measure before flipping over one more page and skipping over Section 4 of the Registration Act before returning to the Police report. "Known suspects consistent with Arson patterns include Chance, The Eel, and the Porcupine. Results inconclusive, subject to follow-up," he said before looking up, his heart racing in fear, but he was fueled by adrenaline at this point and was on a roll. "All three of the listed suspects aren't even superhumans but registered felons with tech suits, the latter of which allegedly retired after Hellzone last year. If I argue this in front of a judge, he's going to rule further investigation before re-applying for Discovery. Unless Tower firmly believes he has a case here he can't shake? What gives?" he said before finally allowing himself to breathe. That was right around when Matt began to hear something buzz in the background. A familiar buzz as well. It wasn't exactly blaring given Jen's overwhelming cocktail of Gamma Radiation and Pheremones threatening to eat his insides apart on two fronts, but it was there, only growing the more Foggy spoke. And then more so when Jen replied. As if whenever you put anything electronic next to an older TV. What on Earth? He began looking around, trying to hone his Radar to pinpoint where that was coming from. That was when he got an oily sensation rattle in his head. Oh crap. Attachments:
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