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Post by Judi Strange on Aug 21, 2021 5:58:50 GMT -7
The Comms message, really, really grated. It felt a little targeted, perhaps she’d seen the news with her and Horns fighting the Eel. What did she honestly expect her to let a roof cave so she could drag Daredevil in? It seemed a lifetime ago she supported the cause, on paper it seemed viable; in enforcement it was proving not only to be less so, but also seemed to be her personal purgatory in every, single waking moment of existence. So distracted was she that the takedown went off, it caught her by surprise so she had not planted her weight to be the immovable object.
Of course she was hardly the one to allow this to go unchecked, to be the one pinned for long and easily reversed their fates. Smirking, she looked down as her emerald mane flowed across her shoulders. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you hotshot.” She offered with a light, warm, sensual tone as she leaned down, pressing closer to kiss deeply. All while of course pinning him to the mat assertively. “I wrestle gods you know; you won’t get free, not for a good long while anyhow.”
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Post by webdevil on Aug 22, 2021 0:30:26 GMT -7
Several Hours Later...Blake Tower had a condo somewhere in the Upper East Side. To those who do not live in New York City, the series of skyscrapers and neighbourhoods all blurred together. To a blind man, it would equally be safe to assume that the city blurred together as well. To those who lived there and considered themselves New Yorkers however, six blocks was an entire world. The sun had set behind the hills, giving the autumn air a crisp chill. The buildings of the Upper East side was a far cry from the seedy residential areas of Hell's Kitchen. While not the steel and glass of Midtown or the Finanical District, the streets were clean by New York standards, all the buildings were luxurious and well maintained, and every block had private security at every corner. Not that that meant very much to a Man Without Fear. He was glad he changed into the heavy costume after his incredible interlude. Tower resided on the 16th floor of a condo just off of Lexington Avenue not far from Lennox Hill. The Upper East Side was known for the wealthiest denizens of New York to reside. "Hardly the place for a "man of the people" to call himself a resident, eh, Tower?" said Daredevil as he sensed New York's esteemed District Attorney enter his condo's private office area. Daredevil was leaning casually against a bookcase while holding a box that gave a familiar scent of tobacco. A fine layer of dust covered the fingertips of his gloves. Probably used for special occasions. "Cubans? These are technically still illegal, councilor," he added. Security was good and well placed for a condo for a man of the DA's esteem, but it was no Fisk Tower. Even Jonah Jameson justa few streets over had his condo covered from stem to stern for unwanted guests like Spider-Man (or himself now that he thought on it). It merely took eyeballing the shift change and a well placed grapnel cable to get to the rooftop. Cracking the security alarms was a little more of a challenge, but as he had been informed, most standard window alarm systems were controlled by a master control console on the roof. A well placed club strike and use of a road flare burned the circuits of that with ease. He only needed to wait ten minutes for Tower to get settled in before the man entered.
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Post by Judi Strange on Aug 23, 2021 15:57:35 GMT -7
Outside the rain had begun, a slow ,steady patter on the glass of the condo, somehow on this end of town away from the Kitchen even a decent storm seemed more picturesque. Wealth and privilege on display in nature as well as more material goods of the District Attorney and his abode. He hung up his hat, walked over to turn on the Bose system that ran through the house. Stopping at the bar he did a two fingers of scotch, then worked his way to his office to review a few details.
There was even the vague notion this little case he’d been working on could get Walters back in his office, that paid dividends not only with her connections and ability to get information few could and form a great man sources, she was a walking PR bonanza. She also wasn’t too bad to accompany to gala’s and functions, as always photogenic to perfection. Lightning flashed, cutting across the sky as the rain picked up.
“Breaking and entering is still a crime Daredevil,” the DA offered as he shut the door and heard Matts voice. He stepped forward, the long shadows to the rear of the office obfuscated the back wall as the piped in piano built up its tempo. Brahms op. 118 no.2 Intermezzo in A major if one has to guess. “My fathers, a long time ago- mostly sentimental.” He said of the Cubans, then took a drink of the scotch, he seemed annoyed, perhaps greatly at Matts appearance. “Want to help me see why you are in my condo?” He asked, the edge in his voice creeping in. Lightning flashed once more, the back of the room lit up only a moment to show Matthew in fact was not alone revealing in its brief moment a large green figure standing silently and unseen by Towers himself.
As they spoke Jennifer listened silently for the moment, she wanted to hear the opening. They clearly had a history, just like she and Blake did when he lured her to prosecution. The lightning while brief did showcase she was very stern, her jaw was set and such lighting for its brief moment made her seem every bit the angry Hulk she tended to downplay, but fair was fair, she’d listen a bit before making her presence known.
Towers waved his hand in a "make yourself at home gesture and continued. “Im not going to bust your balls Daredevil, but you are an unregged super, breaking into the D.A.’s house, I’d like to know why before things just spiral out of control, neither of us want that. You’ve done the city a lot of good, the Law a lot of good, so what’s all this?”
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Post by webdevil on Aug 23, 2021 22:21:23 GMT -7
 Daredevil peeled himself off the bookcase's varnished veneer and gave a hard look at the man. Tower had no idea that Daredevil was blind attorney Matt Murdock, but he was also no idiot. The music, for example, was both a cover for private conversation as well as a tactic designed to throw people off balance as much as it was for his own personal amusement. Afterall, a District Attorney speaking to - respectfully even - a vigilante was suspect even before the likes of the Superhuman Registration Act. Daredevil quickly tuned the music out using the din of the city to allow it to fade into white noise. As it wasn't loud enough to overwhelm his senses, it did little more than act as ambience no different than his choice in furniture. Or the scotch he carried. If he had to guess - though with a heightened sense of smell and tasting the traces of liquor on the air painted a very broad picture - it was a brand worth roughly $150-180 a bottle in the range, aged roughly 20 years. Certainly not unheard of amongst middle class New Yorkers, but definitely not the kind of brew one would find in a place like Hell's Kitchen. "Jorge Hernandez," said crimson-clad Crusader in a measured tone, though even that sounded aggressive when his "Daredevil" voice sounded like he gargled glass for mouthwash. "Why are you determined to get an innocent man on the stand for a superhuman charge when everybody from a common CSI to every high profile legal eagle in New York knows he's got as much in the way of powers as a pencil does? And where does the Eel fit into your plans?" he asked. His tone wasn't accusatory per say - he knew full well that such allegations in front of a DA was bad form - but the effect had its uses in terms of reaction, body language, heartbeat, sweat and cortisol levels rising or falling. The kinds of little nuances his enhanced senses along with his Radar would pick up that even trained individuals in the art of interrogation like the Black Widow and most agents of S. H. I. E. L. D. (or more defined, the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division among other variations on the acronym,) simply could not detect at their best. Daredevil then sensed Jen's frame completely overtake the negative space in his immediate back. His thoughts strayed for a moment to just forty-five minutes ago until they refocused back onto the DA. She had that effect it would seem. But business was business. The tension seemed to lower his scowl even darker than was necessary, all sense of colour draining from his face rather than going flush. Effect, the blind man thought. Theatrics had their uses. |
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Post by Judi Strange on Aug 27, 2021 18:08:08 GMT -7
The music shifted as Daredevil spoke, Mozarts Fantasia no. 3, D minor as Towers walked, the moved to sort behind his desk the clack of the ice in the drink a sharp clarion sound as the rain continued unabated on the outside window. “Well, had you registered like a good number of your peers you wouldn’t have to skulk around to get answers would you?” The glassed lifted, the scent of the alcohol got a refresh in the air as he drank. “It’s only a matter of time until that little buffer to seem to have with your peers is exhausted, but ok, to Jorge Hernandez.”
“Remains to be seen, you keep up with the paper? The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent turned meta if only in latency, it’s something that will be checked for of course. Much the same as it was with her, Jen Walters could fill you in, she did the defense until the higher ups iced her out of it.” Another drink and the glass was set on a soft calfskin blotter. “The rest is, well, an ongoing case, as you aren’t in my office that I know of, well that sort of tells you the door is that way.” His voice tone held a smug annoyance, but well-heeled to be above reproach at least officially. “Now perhaps you should really reconsider this, I head in the wind a few Avengers are looking for unsanctioned vigilantes right now. I say this as someone who honors what you did in the past, but it’s very likely the past is gone now Daredevil. There are things you have no idea about in play, and you’re just a guy in red tights punching above his weight class in this case.”
He leaned forward, the terns came to bear fully, “Leave this alone, to me, to my office and perhaps to a certain green lady of our mutual acquaintance that I have good working relationship with, this isn’t a thing for the scrappy guy with a club. People had suffered, and will continue to do so, leave this to the big boys.”
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“I always wondered about the watercolor chat between the boys,” Jen spoke finally. She’d heard plenty and saw that the stonewall was certainly on, and also felt that the veil threat of the Avengers sort of merited a little involvement.
“Evening Blake,” Jennifer offered, as she stepped into the light. “You’ve named dropped me a few times, and seem to have an angle, I kinda feel a little played want to clear all this so we can get the real party responsible up on this, I don’t like feeling like a “political football,” we all know that.”
Towers demeanor changed, of course he knew about the incident with Ell, with She-Hulk and Daredevil working together. There was something else too, the rhythm of his heart when he heard her voice, he did enjoy having her around and likely not just for protection. “It’s not exactly what you think Jennifer,” he began, looking between them. “Though I think that’s an us thing, I'm sure Daredevil thinks he's doing what's right, doing well, but he is unregistered and breaking the law.”
Jen cut that off at the knees, “Dammit Blake! Can we just deal with his and stop whatever this is between you to and get this resolved, there’s a man whose life is at stake, you want to be a man of the people, fine, just DO it and let’s get this laid out and not play Jusis-my-diction. The Eel just about wasted a building of people! You don’t start helping this get sorted' there’s going to be blood on your hands, and if this is dirty and you are ass deep, you know I won’t bury that!”
It’s a very rare moment, her pulse, her heart, usually Jen is fairly chill, very even but with the thought of the Law, the man representing it’s enforcement going his own way set her hard on edge, her anger was palatable and that was obvious even to those without such a finely tuned sense of those around him.
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Post by webdevil on Aug 28, 2021 23:50:37 GMT -7
Daredevil felt a sudden urge to start cackling worse than Doctor Octopus after thinking he killed Spider-Man. He suppressed this sensation just in time to sense Tower try to look at him dead on. Before the horned vigilante could reply, Jen came into full view and Tower's reaction told him everything. The sudden shock, the change in his voice, sweat beading as his nerves shot out in every direction, struggling to remain calm and professional. His heartbeat even fluttered a few beats. He had a crush. And it wasn't the only thing he had. Daredevil could hear a few blocks over some high school kid trying to cover Metallica's "Enter Sandman" at just the right time. "We're off to Never-Neverland..."Now Daredevil snorted. The kind that could turn even a District Attorney like Tower's blood run cold. As if he was about to rip the man's heart out and feed it to him. Metaphorically speaking, of course. However, Jen spoke over him again. It didn't take enhanced senses to know Jen was on a roll. Before Tower could respond to the She-Hulk, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen decided to play advocate. "Councilors," he said in that same dark voice, but quite audible and clear. "Mr. Tower, first off, I'd be very careful throwing around weight in your office when "this man in a red suit with a club," can say he's taken down Wilson Fisk's entire criminal enterprise. Twice. Can you? No. You can't. What about all the innocents you happily decided to ignore in favour of political contributions when they lost loved ones, property, limbs, and financial security thanks to what the media still refers to this day as Hellzone from last year? The very thing "this man in a red suit with a club" put a stop to for those people when no Avenger was capable of doing so thanks to that little registration law you are so fond of bringing up?"Daredevil's voice and words cut like a thousand blades followed by acid fire and salt. It was a reminder that for all the good a lawyer could do in the office of chief prosecution, they were still politicians first and foremost. Not like he. In either identity. He approached the DA. Blake Tower at best was approximately five-foot-nine inches tall, approximately one-hundred and sixty pounds, kept in shape, not use to getting pushed around. But in the shadows, and in the She-Hulk's presence, the six-foot, two hundred pound, broad shouldered, barrel chested frame of Daredevil suddenly cut an extremely imposing figure in the dim light. "And while I cannot speak on behalf of the Avengers and what they will do; I can speak on what happens if you are foolish enough to try and interfere with a Hulk. Speaking as someone who has been hospitalized very publicly by one. And since I'm "unregistered" as you so dolefully pointed out, I'm really not under any legal obligation to do much to help if she were to do the more traditional thing and - oh yes - "Smash" your head into that oak desk of yours. And something tells me not in the kind of way a married man such as yourself should be fantasizing about... Hmmm,"He sensed Jen's reaction to this and almost smiled. She was not the only one who could get on a roll. "However, given you have zero security measures in here, your cell phone is currently on the coffee table in the living room a few rooms over, and that panic button you are about two seconds from reaching for will serve you basically no good here in front of an individual with Federal clearance which trumps any state measures or laws you could possibly throw at them? I'd do as the lady says and sing little songbird," he said in a deadly calm, careful to insinuate no hint of a threat even with his choice of words before stepping back and letting Jen get more of the floorspace. As he did so, he leaned past Jen so only she could hear him whisper. "We have what we need,"The Devil then stopped abruptly at a picture on the wall. While he gave no indication he couldn't see it, he placed his hand on it gently. The raised ink filtered through the dust and glass of it, reading differently than paint or oil. A photograph. The setup was nearly identical to that of the pictures he and Foggy had up in Nelson and Murdock, separated by their hung law degrees, major case busts... And finally... "Must've been quite the team," he said absent-mindedly. |
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Post by Judi Strange on Aug 31, 2021 14:38:29 GMT -7
For a long, pregnant pause the District attorney looked from one to the other. “Still should be in some respects, every single one of us want Justice, you can buy that or not.” He began, not with a challenging tone as his eyes came to rest on Jennifer from Daredevil. “Sit and we’ll talk as frankly as possible and utterly off the record.”
“Maybe this is how it needs to happen, We all know who the Eel connects to a good percentage of his time. You can cite who you have nailed, who we haven’t, but there is a stone cold reason why.” She says and pulled out for his drawer and set a few old school files on the desk. “Anyone that good, has been removed.”
Tower folded his hands, letting that sink in as Jennifer lifted a file and offered a cursory examination then looking at each. “All of these assassinated, I assume no way to tie it.” She offered looking at the documents. She knew how this story would go and it had, just like one of the Tracks out in Cali had her mother killed, her too if not for Bruce. Families, they often fly under the radar these days in cities with Gods and Hulks.
That was part of the issue, you didn’t see them or even heard about them anymore until someone close hot very “handled” Just like her Mother, Just like her best friend all in an earnest attempt to handle her.
“There is more, of course,” Tower went on, he laid it all out . “You might think this is just wade in and handle a bunch of retro goodfellas Jennifer, but it won’t be. I have zero evidence to back it, but there is a good chance you and Daredevil find Eel this time, he’s going to be ready for the both of you.” He paused to refill his glass, "That's how this family works these days, they wouldn't engage you without a plan that goes beyond what Eel's standard MO is. How close they can get to being a threat I have no idea, but close enough that I’m telling you, don’t go in like this is a walk in the park, it’s California serious.” He need on and offered the folder to both for examination.
To be honest, she wasn’t aware Blake knew much about that. But considering the strings he was willing to pull to get her there, it added up. Your office is under siege, you get an Avenger, you go to war? You get a Hulk with an ax to grind, one that would see it settled once and for all.
To her credit Jennifer spoke evenly, the pulse was still throbbing, the undercurrent of her tone still sharp, but none the less she laid it out as neutrals as anyone could. “It will be handled Blake, but later, after all this we need a talk and a reassessment about how much of our working relationship has just be “foundation” to aim me at some admittedly very deserving parties based on my history.”
It seemed inevitable, her early savage days all over again, life could be funny in how it worked in patterns and cycles. “Either way we need to get started one way or the other, I owe Eel a kick in the teeth and the Maggia payback for a lot of good colleagues they iced, No matter what side of the isle they were on.”
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Post by webdevil on Sept 8, 2021 14:12:06 GMT -7
"You'll get your chance," said Daredevil before making a swift graceful leap out the window that few half his size could even hope to pull off with such flair. His grapple already connected quicker than most eyes could see, it was barely five seconds before the Devil of Hell's Kitchen performed a deep heavy swing across the city chasm and onto the rooftop opposite. For a man with no known powers of agility or strength, he still gave that perfect illusion of having it. In the pale moonlight, his crimson costume glistened near black, but cut the silhouette of the hero he was always said to be. True, his fame rarely extended past the West side of Manhattan, a sort of invisible barrier, and he certainly did not have the profile of the Sensational She-Hulk, but nevertheless, those that did not treat him with distrust knew Daredevil as one of New York's greatest champions. But for how much longer? As of late, he wondered... He banked across a series of rooftops in graceful dives and twists before adjusting his heading south-by-southwest. He knew to get where he was going, he'd have to eventually cross Central Park. He hated cutting across the park. Low to the ground, too many trees. Even Peter disliked it and he could cling to every surface. True, he could ask Jen for a carry, who could easily clear the park in two leaps, but dignity demanded he dare not ask on principle. "We're gonna hit Madison Square Garden before our next stop," he said, hoping his Radar was properly tracking Jen's presence and not her Gamma infused scent that still lingered on his skin. "You want to track a criminal down in this city, you need to know one or two. Fortunately: I do,"
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Post by Judi Strange on Sept 10, 2021 14:25:50 GMT -7
She-Hulk V2:
Jennifer had to admit in the abstract, watching The Devil swing out wide and in that arc was pretty impressive considering he was, at his core human without benefit of powers or a Stark Wonder suit. Trained well, absolutely, but the long drop to the street doesn’t really give any free passes for how many kip ups you can do.
As the neared the park proper, the few times she’d worked with “webs” her own pet name for Spiderman, she knew these guys hated that low to the street stuff. Not only did it inhibit the cool factor, it also risked lives if some head case decided he wanted to make himself famous and take a shot. As Matthew landed, she did as well, the crunch of roof coating gave away as she dipped low and rose up again rushing to gain speed. “C’mere short stuff,” she said and would grab him up in a fluid motion * and then arc herself and the man without fear high into the air in an upward arc. The velocity, the sheer air, she could get was amazing, and always a rush for her.
“Let’s Hulk Parkour a bit Whatcha say, Where am I headed exactly, we can beat the train.” It was quite the moment, this close, the wind tearing by, her expression bliss. Proof positive she loved every, single moment of being the Jade Giantess.
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Post by webdevil on Sept 19, 2021 15:32:28 GMT -7
Daredevil barely had a moment's warning as She-Hulk moved with blinding speed and hosted him up like he was little more than a briefcase and catapulted them both through the air and several hundred miles per hour. The rush of the air at such velocity was nothing new for him as one who frequently dived off skyscrapers, but the direction in which they were moving was definitely not one he was accustomed to. They landed atop of Madison Square Garden in less than ten seconds of hang time before she lowered him back to his feet, but not quite letting him go. He had to admit, albeit privately, that was one hell of a way to get across the park. She was quite right: They DID beat the train as he could hear it whirring far behind them. Daredevil smiled and then told her where to go...
Josie's Bar was riled up. To be perfectly fair to its usual clientele, it was always riled up. Any place that catered to drug dealers, rapists, gang members, enforcers, muggers, and serial killers was always going to be a a powder keg in need of a fuse. Add a superhero or two to the mix and suddenly it was going to be a warzone often ending with the large plate glass window at the front of the bar being shattered because some idiot (usually an idiot named Turk Barrett) getting tossed through it by one of said superheroes. Capes were not welcome in this bar. Which was often why Daredevil could always find information from its local residents. Especially the aforementioned Turk. Turk himself was in his usual spot in the back at one of the tables. Earlier, he lost a round to a reporter named Ben Urich while flanked by the costumed cape named Iron Fist. Fortunately, Fist was smarter than his costume indicated and bought the house several rounds of alcohol and no fight broke out. Looking for info on the Devils. To be fair to the cape, Turk thought, the Devils were costing him and several of the patrons business in ways the actual heroes often didn't. And, he knew, if the capes were focusing on the Devils, they were not focusing on what he and most of the patrons in the bar were doing night-to-night. All in all, despite taking a small loss to the reporter, the night was proving to be a pretty good one for ol' Turk. Even managed to swindle nearly a grand out of the others at the table. He even managed to avoid getting himself killed by the assassin known as Bullseye earlier in the week too. All in all, definitely a good night. One that was about to either get better. Or much, much worse... |
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Post by Judi Strange on Dec 10, 2021 13:09:49 GMT -7
Settling to a landing upon the roof, Jennifer took it all in. her emerald hue bathed in the over saturated neon sheen of this section of the Kitchen. How she took it was a bit of a quagmire, as the local rail moved by with its cacophony of sound and light, she looked reflective. It would be easy to assume someone as presumed white collar as Shulkie was reported to be would seem out of her element, perhaps even look down on this area of the Apple.
Setting Devil down she took it all in for a few moments in reflection, “Right let’s do this.” she offered with a serious tone but half smirk making her vibe quite well as they found themselves entering Josie’s with a stern no nonsense look. She knew the rep of the joint, and could certainly read the room as well as the vibe as the Amazonian Avenger entered to more than a few casual looks, some appreciative of the view some not and perhaps some not even sure if she was the real deal, an Avenger here?
“See your guy?” she intoned, the smirk grew even in the face of the mixed reaction and even offering a wave, it reminded her of when the Sheriff would enter a saloon held by the cartooonishly evil black hat of the movie, there was no trepidation of course, they had bigger fish to fry than whatever small time hustle was going on. |
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Post by webdevil on Dec 19, 2021 2:56:08 GMT -7
As Shulk made her way into the room and caught the eye of the majority, few noticed their usual crimson clad vigilante walk in behind her unnoticed. Heart rates spiked, and everybody in the dingy dive felt like they were holding their breath as the near seven-foot green Amazon entered in their midst. Daredevil wondered for a moment if he should ask Jen to come along every time he had to visit Josie's. Then again, it would more likely defeat the purpose of his being there. Daredevil smirked. He never forgot he was blind, but the notion people often forgot he was - even friends - helped keeping the ruse up. "Oh yeah," he said quietly so only she and perhaps Josie, the tall, wide, and monstrous looking owner of the eponymous bar they stood in, heard. Josie knew who Daredevil was going after and didn't say a word. To be fair to Josie, she too felt stunned at the fact an Avenger was in her bar and didn't know whether to run, compliment her, give her a drink on the house, or reach for the shotgun she kept under the bar top. Turk - like the rest - was eyeballing She-Hulk when his view got blocked by a shade of red that resembled more of a horribly healing bruise in the dimly lit bar. His initial reaction was to try to shoo Daredevil out of his line of vision, but then the Red Man took a seat directly in front of him. "Awwwo, c'mon Deedee, yer killin' me, hur!" said the old mugger. Daredevil had to suppress a grin. "Shut up, Turk," snarled Daredevil in response, his Radar pulsing off the rest of the stunned bar. They were not even trying to speak, tho he could sense a few were scrambling for their phones. Even here, it seemed, the fact that She-Hulk was an Avenger who could easily pull up their entire rap sheets in seconds and have them all hauled off to Ryker's before morning was secondary to their fantasies. "Is dat th' reel She-Hulk, Dee? Cuz I hear bout weird sheet yew soopas get up'tih an--""Focus, Turk. I want the Eel," replied Daredevil, cutting across Turk before he could get on a roll. "Bruh, Dew I, Turk Barrett, Man-a-vision, look like a Mafioso? Maggia haven' eeven been near th' Kitchen since yer groupies been coming 'round and iced ol' Jigsaw! Hell, thought yew'dve been heyah earliyah wit'yo reporter buddy an' Green Dragon Fist guy,"
Daredevil's dead eyes flickered a moment. The Devils again. Iron Fist and Ben were here? He'd have to track them down later and compare notes. No. Focus. "So if they haven't been doing any jobs in the Kitchen lately, where would the Maggia go?"Turk considered Daredevil for a moment. Turk knew the odds of getting beaten to a pulp by Daredevil - again - would not be so high if he gave him a nugget and sent him on his way. And if that was indeed the real She-Hulk in tow, then the wise man would do the same. On the other hand, even tho the Maggia's influence had been significantly reduced in the city thanks to the Fat Man, Wilson Fisk, they still had enough power to get him and Grotto a good easy job now and again. He was an idiot, he concluded. He looked around the bar to see if anyone was watching and when he was satisfied they were not, motioned with a finger for Daredevil to lean in for fear of being overheard. "Warehousin' is 'ecoming very hard teh come by when developers that Kingpin can't pay off have been comin' in'teh Manhattan and buyin' them. Turning them into Loft Apartments. Leave me outta 'dis but you wanna find the Maggia? That's all I can tell yeh. But Dee... That's not the real She-Hulk, is it?"Turk's words sounded incredibly nervous. Daredevil could sense sweat begin to form at his brow, heart rate elevated. This was to be expected given Jen's presence but no, something about Turk was off. The body language was not one of lust, but one of.. Fear? Daredevil realized Turk was looking past him and even She-Hulk. He consciously focused his Radar away from Jen so he could focus on Turk that he didn't realize what was happening until his Radar - capable of "sight" in a full 360 degrees - snapped back to its default and sensed one of Josie's regulars - a lanky snitch by the name of Hibbs he realized - got in close to Jen while her back was turned and... Oh, boy. |
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Post by Judi Strange on Jan 1, 2022 3:38:10 GMT -7
That short pause, it was always a rush. Not her usual spot, nor would anyone really expect her to make this scene so upon entry; just there was the pause. Something her father would call “The pause of small men when the law walked into the Saloon.” It never failed to remind her of those moments with him, despite being California Law he was in many ways a throwback to those old slightly overdone westerns. Making, and being that pause never failed to delight.
In that pause she drew in a deep breath, surveyed the room with a warm smile that would of course have the side effect of letting Matthew line up his shot. She moved among them, the feeling of being in a totally different sort of world was not lost on her. The place felt, oddly out of time with the rest of the City, her bright alert eyes moved meeting each that looked with the same wry smirk. “Evening boys.” There was of course a curiosity, what they saw; be it the Law incarnate, the Hulk or well, something a bit more exotic in the fevered imaginations of born of drink and bravado. A good bit of the latter, if she read the room right, but it went with the turf.
It seemed pretty peaceful, well given the locale as Devil worked over his source. “Very Clint Eastwood back in the day.” She mused internally. She wasn’t sure but she expected a little more “Mos Eisley den of sin and ill repu-
“Hey, hey, is it someone's birthday?!” came the half-slurred tone just before the double dip of grab assery. Apparently, the “den of ill repute was facing the other way. Jen turned the playful smirk melted like ice in Death Valley as she grabbed and lifted the little guy like a parent on an unruly child.
“So, the wrong move buddy boy…” she offered as the smile returned and she leaned in, this time however the eyes were narrowed making the smile considerably less friendly.
In these moments, confronted by such vast insurmountable odds there was the tendency of fight or Flight, with Flight being removed that left only one option. Unwisely, in well, metaphorically grabbing the bull by the horns (amazing as they were) he in this primitive mindset had only one option. “OH Shit guys, someone help me It's real!" and he took a slug to go with the grope. “Also...so the wrong move, and really ---IT??” She replied head not even budging from the panic augmented left hook.
Outside
The air had a slight nip to it as the lost souls of the Kitchen moved t and fro about their lives, heedless to anything save that which entered their sphere of influence or being, once such thing for more than a few passing Josie's was personified in the being of “Hibbs” as the glass exploded outward, and the light shimmered as he erupted in what could only be called a remarkable display of defenestration! Onlookers stopped, glancing in the window, as unharmed, the stoolie drew in a sharp breath he rolling to the side “Still... kinda..worth it.” he rasped. |
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Post by webdevil on Jan 2, 2022 22:50:17 GMT -7
"OH COME ON!" Josie's cry was drowned out by all except for Daredevil as she dove behind the bar top. Daredevil could sense she considered going for the shotgun for a moment and then decided against it. The sound of the glass shattering immediately triggered a brawl: With everybody practically ignoring Daredevil and going straight for the She-Hulk! Oh sure, one got cute and leapt at the sitting Man Without Fear, but Daredevil barely tilted his head and sensed O'Reilly sail right past him and straight into Turk, the two toppling over. In the meantime, at least thirty other thugs came throughout the bar like rats all aiming for She-Hulk with anything not nailed down as a weapon. "Look at the bright side, Turk," said Daredevil lazily, picking up the rest of Turk's drink (all of one mouthful at any rate) and draining it. "At least it wasn't you who went through the window this time..."Even with thirty or so goons weighing anywhere from a buck seventy to three-hundred pounds all trying to poke, dive, shoot, stab, grope, or slug the Jade Giantess, Daredevil couldn't help but laugh as bodies ended up in all directions. He got up, casually walking across the bar, barely having to raise his arm to clothesline Grotto before he went sailing over the bar top and into Josie, stopping him flat and knocking the wind out of him. Daredevil leaned over the bartop to "look" at Josie. "Josie, for once, you can't blame this one on me," he said dryly. Josie gave him a scowl. "Like hell!"Daredevil laughed and picked up a bottle of beer, debating whether to drink it or need to use it as a weapon. He reached with his left hand and yelled at Shulk amongst the cacophony of shattering tables, glass, and bones. "Not quite how you expected spending your day, Jen?" he asked rhetorically. There was no need for using her "codename" since her identity was publicly known. He began to realize he was beginning to take an inordinate amount of pleasure watching what she was doing. It would almost be worth it to have actual sight just to watch fights like this. Unfortunately for all his amazing senses and gifts, the Radar and sounds, smells, vibrations only could paint so much.
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Post by Judi Strange on Jan 20, 2022 5:25:06 GMT -7
It wasn't the strength of the mass of humanity that seemed hellbent on hurling itself at her three sheets to the wind. No, more than anything it was the sincere need not hurt any of them too badly. Always the one cutout that had to be maintained for any Hulk worth her wits and humanity.
The first two or three caught her a little off guard with the insanity of the drunken collective effort. "Really guys?!" as she lifted her arms to see two hanging off them, pivoting left foot over right she lung and off one flew to slam into a dartboard and down the wall. "Always the way you can bullseye expect when it really matters right?"
That seemed to set the tempo for the farcical battle some wanted to genuinely get her off her feet, to topple a colossus and some seemed to just want to er, get her off her feet for a very different reason that involved a lot of sour breathed bar patron gropes.
Disappearing under the lot she had had enough and flexed sending many flying this way and that crashing roughly on tables, chairs and bellying flopping on the bar. "You do this every day; how do you keep up with the dry cleaning?!" She ducked low and let a couple send themselves flying in their earnest if, woefully overmatched zeal.
"C'mon guys you're going to get hurt doing this, like punching a wall that is really craving a Starbucks about now."
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