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Post by webdevil on Jan 31, 2022 0:15:54 GMT -7
As the fight began to die off as everybody decided to stay down or were merely out cold, Daredevil leaned off the bar top and calmly walked over to Jen, only stopping to give Bosshart a kick in their bullfrog-like underchin where the jaw would normally be located and knocking them out cold. "I wear red," he said dryly. He turned his head back to lean at Josie. "Bill Rand Corp for this. They'll understand, Josie," he added though he heard the bar's proprietor give a rather indignant sniff. Giving another wicked grin, the Man Without Fear motioned towards the door and made his way outside. A moment or two passed before Turk (who managed to crawl underneath his table, peeked his head out from under it, and made direct eye contact with an irate Josie, who had the shotgun in her hands. He watched her cock it. Turk gulped. "... Uhhhh... Settle up?" "Well that was one hell of a warmup. Think you're stretched for round two?" he asked waiting for Jen's response proper before speaking again. "Turk Barrett is quite possibly New York's worst criminal, but even the New York Underworld protects its own. He couldn't exactly give me the Eel's location but he was able to give us enough to figure out where," he said, extracting his Billy Club and pointing it skyward, aiming it for the nook above the store opposite. Allowing it to snag and go taut, he looked up at Jen. "When are warehouses actually used as intended in Manhattan in the age of New Age Lofts?"The question sounded rhetorical, but it was more to probe Jen's own investigative expertise given he recalled a story she told him once of tracking down a papparazi in a rat's hole while she was still a member of the Fantastic Four.
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Post by Judi Strange on Feb 26, 2023 5:55:01 GMT -7
She smirked at the Devil's question and offered a light, no committal shrug. “I mean as good as Pilates as far as a warmup goes, I’m pretty sure I can go the distance on this one.” She watched his line shoot up and connect solid, his latter query brought her gaze back to his with a raised eyebrow. “What bee is buzzing in your horned bonnet? At these rates, rarely- far easier picking outside the city proper in the burbs. Here likely you’d sublet to cut your prime outgoing- smart money anyhow. More money is in the conversion to boho style digs which attract not only a higher clientele but also easier to manage clientele.”
She dusted some dust and fragments from her shoulder, turned and surveyed a bit. “Man, some days I miss this stuff- it's very much the chaos of old Los Angeles, I could show you places there- but this- is very nostalgia.”
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Post by webdevil on Feb 26, 2023 22:34:51 GMT -7
Daredevil nodded. "Which is why mobsters pay a premium for property on the Docks. Easier to pepper your operations when the rest of your supposed "legitimate businesses" all have a "respectable clientele," he said darkly. Daredevil smirked. "Just another night in Hell's Kitchen; where criminals pay to ply their trade,"
He let the cable carry him towards the roof opposite of Josie's and opened up his Radar Sense. Apart from his enhanced senses to bolster what it could "see", it also gave him a natural internal compass that allowed him to always stay true north. He felt a touch of irony in this thought as he waited for She-Hulk to join him on his more elevated side of the world. "Bulk of the warehousing in the Kitchen is south-by-southwest. Triads recently had a shootout with Fisk's men over one of the larger ports. Barton and some groupie of his nearly got themselves killed trying to break it up. I doubt the Maggia would set up shop there and somehow not have gotten involved when Avengers were there for the picking. That leaves only two other possible ports they could hole up at. And me without a way to direct contact you if we split up..." he said, pondering the dilemma. The two warehouses, he was talking about, were a recently rebuilt job that was acquired through a subsidiary after its previous owner, a weasel looking man named Gary Weezak, who once kidnapped Betsy Potter and Karen, held them for hostage and used Bullseye to make a play for Fisk's throne (badly)*; and another that he and Spider-Man once investigated whilst on the hunt for a black market serial killer known as the Surgeon General.** The only connections between them was that Daredevil's career had taken him to each, giving him relative familiarity with each of their layouts and their fairly good locations to the shipping yards. But apart from that he had little to go on... * = Daredevil: Predator's Smile (1996, Christopher Golden)
** = Daredevil (Vol. 1) #305-306
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Post by Judi Strange on Mar 3, 2023 4:37:20 GMT -7
Watching Matthew zip up into the ebon darkness, she lowered into a light dip and with a suppressed grunt lept up to join him, landing with a slight skid near the Hells Kitchen Angel. As he broke down his logistics of the how’s and the why’s she felt his reasoning sound, and really this was his stomping grounds, she was just visiting. “Very solid, as to the splitting up, that could be a thing unless you pack a cell phone in there somewhere. However, push comes to shove I'm not sweating to hard what you “Hammer-heads” or your “Blacklash” guys can heave at me.”
Arrogance, not as she saw it; really it was a by the numbers run down of the typical threat assessment, granted she got on the short end of this back with old Nick Trask and his boys back in the savage days, but she’d been around the block a few times.
“Splitting up does seem the more expedient of the choices, but I’m happy to play ball how you want to walk the beat on this one, it can get a little hinky when I need to pull up on how much I can throw at a guy way south of super.” She offered a light shrug, and looked over at Daredevil, not really analyzing per say but just getting a read. After her own beginnings it was always a curiosity how one might display, or act in “Costume” so to speak.
Some people were their true sleeves as the hero, vigilante or whatnot- much as in the case with her. Other, well it really was a sort of altered state. If you were going to be involved with someone, best to get a grip on which side of the con was heads, which tails.
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Post by webdevil on Mar 4, 2023 8:24:44 GMT -7
Daredevil snorted and threw She-Hulk a sort of devilish smirk at her remarks and then smelled something off on the air. His expression hardened. He sniffed again. "Gamma..." he murmured, his voice trailing off and allowing his Radar to guide him. After a few heartbeats he realized how bizarre what he was doing must have looked to someone without super senses and snapped right back to the present, looking slightly abashed. "Sorry. I'm not sure if your senses get heightened in the change as well but... It's a faint, well, "flicker" on the air. I'm not sure you realize this, but, Gamma Radiation has a unique smell to it. Best way to describe it is a sort of black hole where everything surrounding it gets absorbed into it and creates a warped bubble of emptiness. In my internal "Radar Sense", as it has dubiously been coined by certain wallcrawlers we know, it sort of resembles a random gap in an impressionistic piece of art. I'm sure one of your Avengers or Fantastic Four buddies would have a more technical term, but..." he said with a shrug before sharply tilting his head away from Jen's Gamma signature (Which radiated between strong pheromone high notes and a touch of her perfume and sweat). "This way..." he said, motioning his hand forward and began to move at a deliberate pace for somebody who polevaulted, slid, dived, and swung across the rooftops. Careful not to lose the scent. He made sure every thirty seconds or so to tilt his head in Jen's direction as to not get her unique scent jumbled with the trail. The affair might have appeared tedious to somebody who just polevaulted all of Central Park in a single bound, but then again he did not fully know what She-Hulk was capable of. He needed to change that. "Not exactly the kind of night you expected?" he asked after another six or so minutes of otherwise complete silence as they went from narrow rooftop-to-narrow rooftop. At last, the buildings were giving way to negative space, salty air of the Hudson, and lower grated roofing that indicated warehousing. Throughout this particular leg of travel, he thought about his shoddy explainer about his Radar to Jen. The Gamma was faint, dribbled out as if somebody left an ink blot trail only in invisible radiation form. He could not see ink blots, but he could feel as the ink washed across blank canvas all the same. The effect had a different kind of feeling on a blind man as each pattern left a distinct pathway to follow. In this case, every few steps he would get stronger, then weaker, then stronger again scents. He wondered if this was how Geiger counters worked, but then reminded himself that if he wanted a proper explanation, he'd ask Peter.
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Post by Judi Strange on Apr 22, 2023 3:10:10 GMT -7
Rising from a landing crouch she took in the scenery, this en dot town always looked- no, not just looked but it oozed a sort of "Clint Eastwood as Dirty Harry vibe. "Magnum Force," she mused under her breath then turned form the view as Devil spoke. "Perhaps a little, but not "You guys scent like a black hole sucking everything into it into Emptiness" level- which is also the worst date line, but I do ok." she added with smirk, obviously a playful quip by her body language and done.
As he intoned she followed his senses keeping up and not to far using a sort of tensed, practiced micro jump to slow down her arcing trajectory and move across the rooftops, building sides- as opposed to showcasing her sheer power, this was a fun little "Skateboard trick" style that showed the refinement of that raw power into keep close enough and not overshooting him in case whatever it was he scented popped out o the shadows for a bear hug.
Running along the side of the old redbrick she jumps and pushed off, he was not the only one who had the mad flipping skills, this was nice- more down to earth than punching Bastarr across his skiff or having the Psycho-man trying to get as far into her head as some College frat boy in law school. This was gritty, and reminded her of her Dad's work on the beat back in the day. Real people, real human motivations and not gods beyond reckoning, it was she decided a lovely change of pace.
"Perhaps not, but not bad-Something to work the body, something to work the mind, Im a very physical kind of Woman; you could do a lot worse for nights out, I never got around this area too much, always off with the FF or on an Avenger thing, its nice to touch reality- as much as I can Gamma Green. I used to deal with a Crime family way back in the old days, Trask's mob out of LA- theres happy and sad to that story of course, but this feels very much my "Origin" as Wonderman Might say."
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Post by webdevil on May 4, 2023 4:56:28 GMT -7
Daredevil didn't laugh, but gave a smiling grunt. There were many more questions he would have loved to ask, even just spend the night on the roof overlooking the Hudson, feeling the rush of the water as it slapped against the docks, rustled in the wind. But instead, there he was, having to be "Daredevil" and the mask of business became the mask he donned. As the Man Without Fear made a series of bowling tumbles and wall hops between two buildings, followed by a roll that brought him to street level, he felt metal underneath his boot that dislodged itself ever so slightly as he pressed it. What the - - He gently ran his foot across the steel again. Manhole cover. And something missing... "City ordinance now has manhole covers bolted down and only opened by maintenance crew going in," he said clinically. True, Hell's Kitchen under Fisk's iron fist had once more become a slum since Hellzone turned the once gentrified neighbourhood into a fiery briquette, but even the Kingpin of Crime had to keep up appearances. Sewer escapes were too 90s even for him. Daredevil inclined his head downwards, and beneath the loose steel and almost blocking out the rotting sewage below it, was that black hole of Gamma. "Paydirt," he said and bent over, pulling out his Billy Club and extending it to make a makeshift crowbar, lodging it where the steel had loosened under his boot, and gave a tug. He realized, of course, that Jen could have just booted it and they would slip inside, but he refused the idea of taking her for granted. The club caught, and with an audible grinding steel on concrete noise, the manhole cover was opened, the smell of the sewer forcing Daredevil to take a step back just to get his bearings on the smell.
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Post by Judi Strange on May 17, 2023 6:09:45 GMT -7
her head tilted even as she quipped here and there to keep the mood evening she took in the sights, the sounds and yes in parts the scents of the Kitchen. Long after she'd gone defense against her fathers wishes she fought for people who had to endure the shorter end of the stick that influence and sometimes unearned cash afforded the system. This was ingrained since she knew too well what it meant to have loved ones erased by the rich and powerful.
It cost her family and peace long before that fateful day of the mob hit that would have ended her before the She-Hulk was even a concept. This was grounding, centering on what was reality when it was very easy to lose it in the glamor of heroics, the opulence being who she was afforded her.
Hearing the exertion and the pry she looked down to the Devil as the lid popped free. "Not a bad idea, considering." The fight in Mutant town, she did recall the force of impacts with Gods and Hulks going full tilt, the covered popped as sure as concrete crumbled when their blows landed home- staggering power, changes would be an obvious effect- this one had the side benefit of stopping mischief.
"Whats the sense down there, I mean apart from the obvious?" She moved closer, pulling herself out of her own analysis and deja vu, it never led well and often ended with remembering what happened to Jill, not a good vibe going into a possible fight.
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Post by webdevil on May 17, 2023 22:05:38 GMT -7
Daredevil shook his head and pinched his nose. It didn't help a whole lot since his heightened sense of taste was still present to pick up bacteria in the air. Giving a cough and talking through held breath, he spoke as if he had a slight head cold. "You mean besides the Hudson and the infinite army of rats? It's as if this was being used as an exit point to... Whatever that gamma signature leads to," he explained. His senses picked up traces of the radiation that were faint and only got stronger as they got closer, but a sewer duct was hardly a place for a hideout unless you were someone like the Mole Man or the Lizard. And as far as Daredevil knew, neither of them worked with Gamma Radiation in such concentrations. Daredevil cupped his chin. His Radar Sense was being muffled somewhat by the Gamma radiating off Jen and in the sewer, but a thought occured to him. If this was an exit point, then whatever came out of here would have to be distributed nearby. And whatever that was was being manufactured at the end of the trail through the sewer. He gave Jen a rather sheepish look. "Errr, can you see what street corner we happen to be at?" he asked, his gruff tone still able to convey a sense of embarrassment. For all his great abilities, this was one of the times where it was plain that his blindness was very much a handicap.
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Post by Judi Strange on Jun 5, 2023 15:49:38 GMT -7
Moments like this were certainly endearing; not just on Matt, but by and large an all too human reminder no matter how vast their networks, abilities or established norms there a humanity beneath the glam and costuming.
"Gamma loose is never a good recipe, even in the best of places with lab coats and all the tech in the world to hold it back; here offers a whole new set of variables and problems."
She turned her gaze the direction of his, and tilted her head as she did when he inquired, it was a physical tell that few might pick up on but to those with the skillset it was practically a fingerprint. No two people moved or reacted exactly the same; Jennifer with her unique physiology and body language was certainly unmistakable. It was curious however, in those moments of her humanity there was slight nuance and differences. Sure, a lot could be said to be a "Bigger body and weight displacement for size" but there were other elements of interest.
"Sure, looks like we're in the.. Old Clinton district; Looks like 52nd and Eleventh Avenue- Why whatcha got Hot Stuff?" She asked lightly referring to the old cartoon devil by the same Nom de Garre. The banter remained light, but she looked for any tell-tale signs of any Gamma mutate on the loose, despite the humor there was a stern under quality to her voice. Like it or not, she felt a connection to each; meaning at least in her prevue she had to reign in those who went outside societal norms. As such her conversation seemed a tad distracted as she kept her head on a swivel
She'd explore, share and relate with this possible "New Mutate" later, if possible, after Mutant Town she would act hard and fast to neutralize any clear and present danger.
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Post by webdevil on Jun 8, 2023 23:06:15 GMT -7
Daredevil gaped at her. He tilted his head towards one of the alley walls and then placed his hand onto the brick, allowing his Radar to receive more information of what lie beyond. Behind the brick was an old style brick oven, one rarely seen these days, but famous for those like Foggy who followed the New York Pizza Wars. "This is Nelson and Murdock's client's place of business," said Daredevil, noting Jen is probably not used to heroes speaking in the third person in order to protect their identities from prying ears. "The one being discussed earlier today before the Eel got involved. If the Eel is trading in Gamma... Something... Then it would make sense for investigators to assume their client displayed acts of superpowers when a fire broke out and no real culprit was caught: His building and several others would run right through this main here and I presume these -" Daredevil said, give a quick indication to the piled up dumpster to his now left, motioning with an open turned up hand - "would be his dumpsters. Any criminal could have just got rid of any excess here and then any SHIELD prelim scan could easily make that assumption," Daredevil's theory was solid, he knew, but the problem was proof. A nose testimony of an unregistered vigilante would not hold any kind of water in a court so the team Jen was working for would still legally have the advantage, unless whatever was down there led to something unavoidable. And if that were the case? Probably dangerous. Hulk level dangerous, he realized. The Eel was at best a B-to-C list criminal by powers and notoriety, but add Maggia connections and Gamma Radiation? This might have just gotten worse. IF, of course, The Man Without Fear was right.
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