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Post by webdevil on Jul 22, 2021 0:41:16 GMT -7
Daredevil slid his way back into the Brownstone's familiar trick skylight. This was particularly risky during the day, but he had to check on Fog and there was no time to change back into Matt Murdock to do so (not that he particularly could given the circumstances...) After nearly fifteen minutes of making sure nobody was looking, he kicked the trick pebble which popped the skylight's hydraulic mechanism and slipped inside, making sure to kick the specific tile at the bottom so it closed. Nelson and Murdock being housed underneath the living area of the spacious Brownstone meant he could flit around completely unimpeded. Employees were strictly forbidden from entering the living quarters. That said they didn't question if they heard footsteps above as the owner of the building was going about his business. He quickly ran his gloved finger across the large open faced clock on the window. Barely two'o'clock. He always found it amusing how fights with super criminals seemed to take much longer than they actually did. He entered the living room area and found Matt Murdock's personal cell phone and dialed it. "Matt?" asked Foggy after two rings. "Yeah it's me, Fog," he replied in his normal "Matt" voice before beginning to pace the length of the living room. He heard Foggy sigh in relief. "Oh thank God! I can see the office from the window! Jennifer managed to keep the floor together and they seem to patch things up. By the way, the pictures don't do her --" said Foggy "Focus, Nelson!" snapped Matt. "Sorry. Police are here taking statements. I managed to cover your escape but I think they're gonna want me here until She-Hulk over there leaps back and gives the ok. Her assistant just left with a bag or something, probably a spare costume cause - - damn. Did you find the Eel?" replied Foggy sheepishly. "No. He disappeared into the sewers. Jen has my one work phone and you have my other company phone so I had to come back to the house and grab my personal one," said Matt. "Makes sense. What's the play? You can't just go running about the New York sewer system all night, the Eel might be halfway to Yonkers by now," said Foggy, his voice sounding unsure. "It's hearsay, but the Eel just won our case for us: Turns out Jorge's being used as a stooge for a Maggia operation,""What? That's great! Awful, but great!?" replied Foggy, his body shuffling in his seat. "I mean if you can catch him, Tower's entire case against us falls apart," "Only if we can prove beyond a confession that Jorge's completely unaware," said Matt, his pacing becoming rhythmic. "You think Tower's going to use Jen to prove Jorge's complicit?" "Doubt it. Her own testimony about what happened with the Eel today would make it a conflict of interest. But - -""You want it from the horse's mouth first. Ok but dude seriously? You're still unregistered. Hero of Hellzone or not, Tower's not going to be happy depending on what you plan to ask," said Foggy with a note of concern in his voice. "Noted. Just drop my stuff off when you get out," replied Matt. "You know me..." replied Foggy dismissively. "And Fog?" "Yeah?""Eye candy's got nothing on second base,""Wha--"Matt clicked off the phone then heard a sudden noise from the rooftop skylight and spun on a dime, club at the ready.
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Post by Judi Strange on Jul 24, 2021 4:07:56 GMT -7
Landing with a slight skid and far more grace than anyone her height and build had any right to Jennifer came to a skidding Halt. Secret Id’s being what they were as well as her Avengers status meant the less she knew about Matthews secrets the better. Really, it was one of the reasons she didn’t really bother with such things. Also, really one of the reasons she was a continent away from anyone that couldn’t handle that blowback.
She walked to the edge of the building, the roof coating and stone top offering as muffled crunch as she walked near the edge to take in the Kitchen. It was the sort of place Jennifer had envisioned she’d end up plying her trade. Cali while simply amazing didn’t offer an experience like it, well not unless you hung out. San Fran, it was run down in places- same as anywhere, but even there the vibe was totally different. New Yorkers were scrappy, driven and they weren’t shy about letting you have it if you were out of line.. Decidedly She-Hulk kinda people.
She folded her arms, watching was little movement there was, taking in the vibe, There was something about the scrappy and up and coming she’d always been a sucker for. Turning her thoughts to the case she let out a sigh, the Eel had complicated matters. She was now involved and in enough that it could be legally agreed with the attack and office damage she had motive to not only implicate Eel, but also as it related to the over all case-personal involvement. Not that she had wanted to really push this, it felt too neat and too specifically packaged to bank on her notoriety to cover up some of the less than kosher side element that we’re more or less obvious.
If this was true, it really compromised her feelings and working vibe with Tower. It meant he even if on a subconscious level wanted to suit her up and plop her into a jury with a less that above board motivation. She put that aside for now, not the vibe she wanted at the moment. There would be time, and really let Jennifer deal with that part, she has a more than cutting little number when she was her normal self, plucky and shredding as it were.
She pulled out the phone, looked through it, tried what seemed to be the residential number. Regardless if he answered or it went to voice she asked simply. “Y’comin up or is the invitation to come down pretty much assumed?” Secret Id’s were delicate things, needed or not she always tried to play nice with them, she was obvious, no one missed or forgot seeing her so she did what she could for those who could empty a separate life, for them for their loved ones.
There was enough difference in her She-Hulk voice to Jennifer voice that to the casual uninformed listener there could be no connection, you knew or you didn’t basically. Size structure etc..perhaps even a slight hint in the subtle variation in how she spoke. It was far too easy to just be yourself, really be whatever you placed as a Hulk. It was, just a walking, indulgent dream and one she relished every, single day.
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Post by webdevil on Jul 26, 2021 21:11:29 GMT -7
She-Hulk's voice - even at its most passive - had this distinct gruffness that wasn't present in her other state due to increased lung capacity. Most would find the sound a little disconcerting, like a charging bull barely in restraint. To a man like Daredevil, it felt like a challenge. And not wanting to back down from said challenge, he crossed over into the skylight entrance foyer and after a pregnant pause, tapped the false floor panel which kicked the skylight open. The height of the entrance frame was calibrated to someone of his height or shorter - and Jen had a good 8 inches on him in this form - but he hoped she'd realize this and not whack her head off the glass frame above her. He waved her in. "No use going back out til sun down if you're here..." he growled in a low, irritated, but otherwise warm and friendly voice. Jen would recognize it as him speaking "in his Daredevil voice" rather than him being outwardly aggressive. He was apprehensive of Jen's presence as it would draw onlookers in ways Daredevil typically did not even in a place like Hell's Kitchen. He was also apprehensive that he was going to need to spray the place down given her heightened pheremone secretion was giving Jessica Drew's a run for its money. And to add insult to injury, his identity had already been risked on several occasions - one time even landing him in prison. This was all while Jen and he were firmly on opposite sides of the registration debate, thus giving her license to arrest him at any time. Nevertheless, Jen did just save his life at the expense of being a very exposing banner Headline across every news outlet for the next two news cycles. It was a risk he was just going to have to take. Once the frame was down, he peeled off his mask and walked towards the gymnasium in the back of the brownstone. While the original brownstone in the Upper East side did not have the law offices of Nelson and Murdock operating out of it like the replica did in Hell's Kitchen, the vital aspect of the layout remained. Especially here: Accessible from any entrance except for the law office proper, the gym was a wide space that covered the entire three stories containing all the various fitness equipment required for a man like Matt Murdock to always be in top form as Daredevil. Weights of all shapes and sizes, benches, bars, racks, kettle bells, punching bags, speed bags, stationary dummy sets of various shapes and kinds, an open mat area for grappling or sparring, and most impressively, a multi-tiered jungle gym with all kinds of bars, rings, foot falls, and every thing in between set between them. This was the kind of dream playground any kid could have wanted. It also proved ideal to speak in secret as the entire room was heavily soundproofed with no windows and complete internet reception blackout, allowing for complete and utter privacy. "In here," he said over his shoulder and stepped inside. "Somehow while I don't think the paralegals would care if they heard their boss talking, your dulcet tones might have them come investigate. Or so Foggy has informed me of at least two of the interns having wicked cases of the Gossip anyways," he added, and this was perfectly true. He caught the girls - Shelby and Katie as he recalled their names - chatting about Matt's personal love life and whether or not he's done the whole "sex with an intern in his office," routine. In truth, the women he ever had relations with weren't "interns" in the slightest, but he wasn't going to tell a pair of college graduates anything about his life so they could go spreading it all over Twitter and get him falsely MeToo'd or something. His life was complicated enough where women were concerned. His face contorted slightly at the thought of what happened earlier in the week with Natasha and Mary...
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Post by Judi Strange on Jul 27, 2021 18:24:49 GMT -7
Jen walked over as the hatch opened, raised a brow at the headroom. "Oof, clubhouse door is a little on the shy side of tall, I feel like Im invading a dorm room." She quipped with a smirk as she ducked and worked her way down into the Casa Del Feugo. At the base, she turned to look it over, nodded approvingly. "Very nice," She turned back at the Dark Devil Detective of Hells Kitchen voice. Given she didn't know the area or the ears, she kept her tone less than her usual openly alternating snarky or gregarious.
The Gym gave her a wicked case of nostalgia, her father had somewhat similar a set up, just weights really, but it had that vibe, a guy's gym was a guy's gym and often reflected their personality. She made note of the little things, more casual comparison than anything else. Wyatt lifted and was her lift partner and very dear once, but that was a while ago and few men lined up to hang out with a Hulk on a modified bench press.
She entered as he bade and continued speaking. "I'd change up the accent but I sound terrible southern, trust me..Party game with hellcat, don't ask. She continued her casual look about, not for anything directly as she seemed to be gathering her real thoughts on what had unfolded, not the pithy banter she offered when she kept the real thoughts to herself. "Well, we have quite a situation don't we, case wise I mean." She began, arms folded as she exhales a sigh. "I'm also not so sure my old friend didn't cash in on "She-Hulk" so, yea, there's that." Even if Blake had been one hundred percent noble on this, she still felt like he used her to lift a leaky case with a little green skin image bump. "We need to get this set right, period."
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Post by webdevil on Aug 3, 2021 1:57:51 GMT -7
Matt snorted as she folded her arms. She probably didn't know it, but the sweat from the workout earlier had her radiating pheremones like no tomorrow. He began to walk towards the fridge in the corner. He heard her exhale a heavy sigh. Matt opened the fridge and pulled out a pair of non-BPA pre-made water bottles and tosses one to Jen. Uncorking his own, he takes a sip. After which he finally spoke: "Huh. Now there's an idea..." he mused. He was on a similar track as it was, but the fact she was on the same page as he and Foggy gave him a new train of thought... What if Tower used Jen as a superhuman shield? It was plausible, given he was after the Maggia for years, but that would mean he would have to have known Jorge's shop was a front. "Agreed. But it's no use going back out as Matt Murdock or as Daredevil until nightfall. Tower will want to remain guarded until the night shift when he can crawl back to one of his in-city hotels or perhaps catch a ride to his condo in the Upper East Side. Either or, it will be far easier to get inside and have a chat than right now at his office," He put the bottle down and made his way over to the sparring mat and began stretching out his arms, biceps, triceps, quads, hamstrings, hips, and groin. "That gives us a good six hours until we can nab him. And since I've got both time to kill and energy to burn..." he turned and gave a tempting taunt towards Jen. "Figure I can come up with a better strategy in a tussle," he added with a devilish grin even without the mask over his face, violent red hair shining nearly as bright as his red suit even in the dimly lit gym.
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Post by Judi Strange on Aug 5, 2021 3:55:59 GMT -7
Her lips pursed as she worked through it, the case, or rather how she got to be involved in it stank on ice. The question was, just how bad; how much was coincidence, and how much flat out social manipulation. She and Weezi had worked with him for a good amount of time, it was one of her forays over to the prosecutorial side of the equation. Her dad was amazingly proud, her choice of defense was never one of his favorites. He was after all a Sheriff, he bled blue and it had taken it personally when they were both so much younger and she happy to have it out with him, even pre-green. Go Jenny.
She was never ashamed of that though, then or now, she stood for what was right, what was law and not about the easy nor convenient People needed defense, defense against the massing looming system that may or may not see them as it rolls them over. This case for example, she dint CRAVE a conviction, she didn't NEED it. She simply wanted the truth of the matter to out, Justice and Law to be shown impartial, viable and functional- it was the pillar of their way of lie, and thus should never be seen to be a weapon of personal vengeance or advancement. The' now how America works, not how Law works.
She caught the bottle with a smile of thanks, opened it and took a long drink. Her eyes said that she was still very much pulling at the Towers thing, after all it was an old friendship- a rare one, Prosecutors and their ambitions tended to go south eventually. It was the same with Buck Bukowski back in the day. There was a lot to unpack here, rife with history. As Matt spoke, she nodded, taking another drink. “Agreed, besides it needs to be addressed, all of it from assignment to the Eel, and really where it goes from here; the client can’t be held in red tape in perpetuity because Prosecution and Defense council may be tired up due to a super fight with a goon and his calamari fixated suit.”
She screwed the lid back on the water and set it to the side with a half smirk. “Oh don’t worry, I won’t go easy and I won’t underestimate you, I've had a few rounds with Cap to know how you fast guys work and the whole jujitsu momentum thing.” Off her wist she pulled a bold vibrant purple scrunchie out and banded up her hair in a poofy ponytail, then cracked her knuckles and stepped closer. “Floors reenforced right, Us Green folk tend to be pretty passionate in roughhousing.” She quipped, well mostly quipped.
“What's the game, martial arts, brawl…or wrestling.” She beamed at the latter, no one chose the latter…except Hercy-boy. “Ready for your opening arguments councilor, you may approach the Hulk” The tone, casual, playful in its use of courtroom vernacular really. She was after all a person as at home in her skin as one could be, Never one to be bothered by gawkers or admirers, it afforded her a casual open allure without really trying to front a vamp like image, to Jen she simply was who she was- honest, direct and out to savor this amazing gift of a life. Who else got to be everything she could be, see all that she had seen. It was and always would be an intoxicating blessing to Jennifer Walters.
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Post by webdevil on Aug 8, 2021 21:56:20 GMT -7
Matt smirked and gave a snort at this remark and adopted a mock battle stance, beginning to circle around the mat. Matt made a slip and a feint, locking up quickly with the She-Hulk, but only so long as to say "surprise me," and with that, went for his intended goal: poking her right at the knee point and its surrounding pressure points and slipping around for brief rear control before letting go and giving a flirtatious love tap, giving away a playful laugh before circling around ready. He knew from fighting the Hulk that any serious engagement with a Green Goliath was like fighting Wilson Fisk's overdeveloped muscle; only more so. And also suicidal if he cared to admit it. But Matt Murdock was a Man Without Fear, the idea of jumping headfirst into danger never once gave him a thought to turn back. That being said: even giving Jen a love tap on the ass was like slapping a solid slab of granite! ** For a brief moment, even his acute sense of touch was confused at the gamma infused muscle as that brief second sent information of both hyper supple flesh and super dense muscle fiber that not a single muscle in the Kingpin's entire fat body could ever hope to achieve. Interesting. As he circled again, even with a carefree smile on his face, his legal mind began working once more and he spoke. "Eel's hardly an idiot. Arrogant, but not stupid: We both know by default due to your Avengers status, even hearsay could be used under oath provided we capture him, meaning my client's innocence is all-but-proven. The only two lingering questions are: Did Tower know that already? And if so, why go through all this trouble just to play a shell game if the intention was just to get an A-list superhero on his prosecution team?"As he locked horns with Jen again, a standard collar-elbow tie-up this time, something came to him. "Unless you're not the first attorney Blake's used on this case?" ** = Action taken under approval of player.
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Post by Judi Strange on Aug 10, 2021 3:53:34 GMT -7
She grimaced at the pressure point play, it only afforded a moment's advantage and the resounding swap. At first of course surprise then a smirk. “Why Councilor, one might think you were crushing.” She left her guard open, she practically invited him in for another pass, tactics and stratagems even in play. Cap had taught her well and she employed her intellect in setting up for his next pass rather than the -Ye Old Hulk smash- lineup.
“That’s the question, especially one he had a good working relationship with, for that short time I was part of his team, I can’t see this as just a toss me a case and hope I get the feels for the old days and come back to work for him. Everything is pure speculation until you hear it from the man himself, all of this if it is a game is a hell of a risk not only to him, but the nature in which his whole office functions, if this goes wrong we might need a new D.A.”
As he came in for the tie up, that’s when she pulled the card and with her speed, granted she was no quicksilver, but she did ok running down cars and hand eye stuff she’d let her arms slip down as he went to tie her upland clasp him bout the waist and lift with her greater height into bear hug locking her hands in and offering a light “Got you” squeeze to illustrate how the move would go if she used any power to it.
“If not, then perhaps the other might know more, it wasn’t really one I relished, my wheelhouse lately is more Super human registration based, I took it as a favor and for good relations between my practice and the DA’s office..Was this move just an excuse to get a hug or what?" She smirked.
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Post by webdevil on Aug 10, 2021 20:19:21 GMT -7
Matt playfully massaged his back as her bear hug popped more than three-quarters of his vertebrae. He stepped back and circled again, laughing that move off. "Objection, Counselor: Why settle for that?" the Devil smirked and with that, his own impressive agility sprung to life, dancing a ring around the Green Goliath, diving past her back, hoisting her by her inner thigh at a high rate, his hand all the way up her enlarged hip bone, and using sheer momentum (fortunate for him since even he could tell she weighed in excess of 600lbs), hoisted to roll her up into a pretzel with her knees practically up to her shoulders, feet behind her head, and her back flat on the mat. His arm was hooked in tightly and her nose less than a foot from his. He grinned. She could easily roll out of this or simply drop her leg and likely shatter his entire arm if she wished. "I believe this is where you would object for 'baiting the witness?'" he said with a chuckle. Smooth, Murdock. Real smooth. "Aside, I didn't realize gamma radiation came with natural skincare product," he added, his hand hooked to the nook between her hip and her thigh.
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Post by Judi Strange on Aug 11, 2021 9:19:22 GMT -7
As this all unfolded, she raised an eyebrow at him, “This is..so not a good strategy, you’re going to break something.” She gave him the “Are you messing with me” look, Like Wyatt Matt seemed to be at home with himself in himself, no holding back for either. After a pregnant pause, clearly she was thinking about something, her bright emerald eyes looking at his before she finally rolled away careful not to break or damage any part of the scrappy Devil.
“It comes with a lot, More than even the words I'll use can convey.” she said as she rose up from the roll, not in her combat stance. “I mean you ever wonder why, unlike Hulk I’m not an overdone, over jacked beast of myself, or why the leader has a giant forehead?” She walked over drank a bit more of the water. “I'm not Hulk, nor Leonard Sampson but nearest I understand it and have been told we sort of the ultimate manifestation what we are or feel on the inside in some thinking what we WANT to be or HAVE to be, I suppose if I had some issues to work through or felt the world was out to get me, sure I’d be more like Hulk.”
She set the water down and walked uplifting his chin, offering a casual if near ever-present amused smirk that faded to an earnest open expression beyond the always chill, always casually sensual hype she was usually knee deep in.
“But I don’t, that’s no way to live and certainly no way I could live- I don’t have two personalities because She-Hulk is me, I’m her with the added bonus the greatest gift I could ever ask for. The gift to save lives, serve the law and see galaxies and things beyond the imagining of anyone's lawyer at any firm in Uptown, how could I ever be anything less that what I am. Right here, right now, how can I see any of that as fuel for a rampaging monster within?”
She was certainly back burner thinking; charismatic oration came easy, it was sort of her thing. But there was a point or so int he back of her mind, she held close, for now. A rare glimpse that under the good time demeanor there was a lot going on mentally as well as physically.
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Post by webdevil on Aug 14, 2021 23:42:37 GMT -7
"Heh,"That was when Jen decided to roll straight through, her entire leg sliding the length of his arm and got to her feet. He sensed her walk over to get another drink. Matt stood up to face her. Because of his blindness, he had to learn to re-orient his entire view of how others saw him. His Radar being 360 degrees, it didn't matter what angle he faced them at, they would always be within his purview. In turn he had to make a conscious effort to properly face someone as to not unnerve them. Little things like that made quite the difference. Matt considered this, cupping his chin. "Can't say that I have," he said. Before he could give it much thought, Jen spoke again. Matt walked towards the table as he observed her body language become more open. It was a vulnerability he recognized all too well. Common amongst those in his unique community of powered individuals: The desire for understanding, the mutual sense that few even amongst friends would understand. "Y'know when I was a kid, I was bullied a lot even before I was blinded. They use to call me - funny enough - "Daredevil" as a means to taunt me for choosing to stick to my studies rather than play and try to piss off Officer Liebowitz. I did that once too: right in front of them, stole the man's night stick and hid it in my dad's old gym locker. But none of them realized I only didn't act like that on a regular basis because my father didn't want me to fight. And the one time I did? Stood up for myself? He knocked me sideways. He regretted it though probably more than me going against his word. Battlin' Jack Murdock did not raise a son to solve all his problems with his fists like he did. And he didn't - mostly," he explained, opening up a little about his own past. He gave a sly grin at the end of his diatribe, however. Matt gave a pregnant pause before speaking again, waiting to gauge Jen's reaction. "While I might pretend to be the talkative, straight-laced, wouldn't hurt a fly blind lawyer in front of people, the truth is: I've always been Daredevil well before schoolyard bullies gave me the moniker. So I guess if anyone understands the knowledge of being one person while most believe you to be two, it's me," He reached for his own bottle of water and drained it. A thought occured to him. "Though I was under the impression Bruce doesn't like being the Hulk because of the consistent risk of hurting somebody who didn't deserve it - even friends and family - as much as those who did? Least that was my impression before he put me in the hospital one time a few years ago..." he added with a bitter undertone. He never forgot that one fight with the Hulk that left him crippled for months. He had interacted with the Hulk multiple times since then - in various states - but that first encounter was something that never truly left someone's mind...
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Post by Judi Strange on Aug 15, 2021 13:43:38 GMT -7
She set the bottle to the side, her eyes on Matt as he spoke, attentively of course, that was after all the point of these moments. They were rare really, moments when heroes could decompress and simply be, beyond the hype and beyond the violence or glitz. To simply be human was a gift; Granted Murdoch could take off his mask, she could be a whole different state of being. It wasn’t quite the same as this, in a real sense she suspected what you got with his mask, just as what you got with her as she preferred to be was the real self, the honest self that did not need to wear whatever mask society deemed appropriate right now.
She took it all in about his father, listening to it all before she spoke. “Fathers are complex, they want the moon for you, but have their own way of communicating differently than mothers I suspect.” She turned to face him, It was quite the thing to discuss her father, he’d tried to kill her and had nearly succeeded. Well in Killing her as She-Hulk early on. Duped by their common enemy that had killed her mother to get at the hard man who walked the blue line her father was.
The man who instilled a passion for law and Justice. Once he knew it tore him up and there had been a rift for decades, not purposeful but it was a hard thing to get past for both of them. Thankfully, that was more or less behind them now, perhaps not entirely, but enough they could function and build bridges.
“I can’t pretend to know how that’s stuck with you, it does I think, our moments both good and challenging with our families. I can see his point about being more than your fists, it’s been a thing for me for a very long time. That's largely all Hulk's are seen,For a while I thought as a Hulk, if I could show a side of being a Hulk that people could really dig, it might make it easier for Bruce, at least some, that however has been a mixed bag. ” She offered a shrug. “As you may well know,” She didn’t go much into her own, it was an awkward share if you dug a little too deep into happy, amazingly perfect She-Hulk and her family history.
As he nudged the Bruce question, she shook her head. “More of a Bruce himself thing, I’ve heard lots of things that aren’t my story to tell, Doctors, analysis’s all have a take on him, and he says what he wishes to say about it." She folded her arms, then continued "We all have our differences, all I know is if he hurts, I hurt and if I can help him or anyone around him who needs help I'll move heaven and earth to see he and they are well cared for, I’ve tried to anyhow since we met as kids."
“It’s a real thing, Hulks are Hulks, amazing beings driven by things they may or may not fully grasp, with varying degrees of control, we try to see any risks or dangers are well addressed, for ourselves for those who may be in danger form another of us.” She offered simply, the tone as frank and serious as he had heard from her, it lacked the glitz and polished charm of her work in court, it was more direct and free form thinking. “He is a good man, tries to do all he can to keep things together, in check and safe…” She cut herself off, she’d said very similar things in the past of him, something similar of herself more than a time or so.
She looked to the side, perhaps she felt she was being too open, or perhaps it dug deeper into the woman herself and her own particular ghosts; her own moments. Perhaps simply what she said of her cousin that walked his own mile, dealing with his own demons. Either way the tone had gradually shifted to more guarded and diplomatic, with a more analytical tone. “I know me, and only speak for me; Bruce speaks for Bruce, unless he asks otherwise, if so, I’m there to do what I can and always will be.”
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Post by webdevil on Aug 18, 2021 17:02:43 GMT -7
Matt slinked a hand across the table and put it across her enlarged forearm. His acute sense of touch feeling every muscle fiber tense as her body language shifted along with her tone.
"You might be Bruce's counsel, but you do not have to be his lawyer in front of me," he said warmly, his tone a disarming one in the way that fellow superheroes had when they allowed their compassion and understanding of secrets flood into their voice.
But also something more.
Not sensing any immediate hostility, he took that as a cue to move closer. Jen alluded to it earlier: It was dangerous to play with a Hulk. But the crimson clad warrior was never one to back down from a challenge. He slunk his arm up hers and made to pull her in close, allowing his own senses to fall into what he knew to be a pheremone induced haze.
All in a single moment.
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Post by Judi Strange on Aug 19, 2021 7:12:26 GMT -7
Her gaze tracked to hi touch, pretty darn near invulnerable she may be, but remarkably able to feel the most delicate of things. It was sort of an urban myth she didn’t, but that as the beauty of her unique aspect of life. Being a Hulk offered many perks if you could swing the downside time to time. “No, I suppose I’m not,” Jen answered, The Devils observations as correct, even if she wanted to very much do whatever it took to ease the torment Bruce existed with ever, single moment. Perhaps it was guilt, she got an upside with being the Hulk, most of the time. She wished it could someday swing that way for him. "Though I sometimes seem to all too often exist in that headspace right?” She offered with a little pleasant self depreciating humor.
As Matthew made his play Jennifer offered a half smirk as she leaned down and put a curled finger under his chin as she leaned in tilting her head. The kiss was pleasant, warm and intoxicatingly inviting. As it parted, her regarded him, eyes head lidded. “Hm, you could be trouble, not a bad kisser, lawyer..” She sad with a warmer softer tone. “I could go for little f-“ the tone form her comms chirped, and she lifted it, examined the display and sighed a little. “Amazing timing,” she said under her breath as she put it back on her belt. “You know, you keep that up, this could lead to a little moment that’s, amazingly fun, but also probably going to get you some trouble, right?” If not both of us, she mused, the very last thing she wanted was to be sent to fetch him. “I mean you know I’m not terribly subtle in any capacity, sometimes that’s amazingly fun, sometimes … it might bring you a little heat you may not want, you that heat resistant?” She quipped, I mean the heat devil joke was…right there and sit did defuse at least for her the whole possible powder keg the connection might invite.
Since Wyatt she’d had fun of course, nothing serious. She sort of held onto these moments a long time, he was a great guy. Matthew Murdoch could be, there were a lot of odds against it however. One of which just kindly paged her. Registration, she wondered if on the down low Cappy Marvel got some intel about her fighting along side Daredevil and sort of pretended he just got away without her hauling him in for a little “registration” of his own. The text almost seemed aimed, punching all those Law buttons to drive Jennifer up the wall.
Matt like Wyatt hit many things she enjoyed, nice looking; great mind and a bonus aspect of being in he know legally, it seemed very fun on first pass save that one issue of registration. Again, it seems it had risen up to show it was perhaps a very flawed law, when she had seen it used to get SHIELD a new agent after getting someone reclassified after murder due to a "Powers Origin" but she doubted Carol would see it that way. She turned her gaze from the coms back to Matthew, same smile. "I mean, it's only fair warning right?" The voice still the same playful and flirtatious, alluring one before Carols little text as she tapped under his chin lightly. She'd give a proper reply a bit later when she wasn't otherwise amazingly engaged.
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Post by webdevil on Aug 20, 2021 22:28:44 GMT -7
Just as she said that, her comms went off with a message. From a voice he recognized but had not heard in quite some time. Her timing was impeccable given the conversation at hand. And the kiss. Matt suddenly felt a twitch in his wrist and a fire light in his gut. He recognized it all too well. The very thing that defined his very being: Defiance. That was when Jen looked back and invited him in. That was when he sauntered over, coyly giving her a grin. The swashbuckling devlish kind. After all the years they had known each other, Jen apparently needed a lesson in the class of "Man Without Fear" it seemed. That idea tickled the blind man pink. And after all that had happened in recent weeks; Months; Years even; He realized no jury would convict him for doing this. Or needing it. "Y'know... That's part of the fun,"And with that, he hoisted his arm around her shoulder and waist, taking her leg out from under her, aiming her directly onto the mat, lying on top, fully expecting her to roll him up and back on top, seven hundred pounds and all (thank goodness live weight could control itself and distribute evenly). He offered no resistance considering if she did, he would get much more than a faceful of ample Jen. If she did tho, he would have had the zipper of her jumpsuit hooked and unzipped in one slick motion.
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