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It was strange for him to recognize anyone in this unfamiliar place. For a while, he had assumed that he would be all by his lonesome within this indiscernible city and yet he had a chance encounter with his brother, of all people.

And now the Russian’s dark jade hues glance at a man nearby, Anatoly’s eyebrows furrowing together as he began to squint at the stranger. It wasn’t exactly his looks that garnered his attention but rather, his voice. There’s something so familiar about it… So much so that it begins to eat at the man’s mind, beckoning him to approach the other in an attempt to satiate his curiosity.

❝ … Have we met before? ❞

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                   「⛤」—» There had been the vague hope that the Russian wouldn’t notice him, amidst the crowd on the street, busy as it was. That he wouldn’t recognize him, wouldn’t recognize the voice he now cursed himself for not thinking of disguising, his body shape and walk. At the time, it had seemed fine. Of course none of them would see him out of his costume. Of course they wouldn’t. Why would they? The answer to that question was, if they had all found themselves jumbled onto a small island together, with a relatively small crime rate and little to do. When Matt had made the decision to come here, he hadn’t counted on the majority of his enemies coming to follow him. The next thing he knew, Fisk would be here, too.

                   And on top of all this, Matt really wanted people to stop coming back from the dead.

                   ❝ I don’t believe we have. ❞

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          { ♕ }– The female arched a brow as Matthew spoke, and looked around the collection. Nothing in the gallery seemed particularly oriented to blind men such as himself, which caused her to feel suspicion towards the other.

          Was it that he was looking for something? That was funny and seemed like an oxymoron–a blind man looking for something–but Espresso decided not to put much thought towards it. It would be bad to suspect something of her guest when she just met him.

          “Well, it is of the greatest pleasures to meet you, Mr. Murdock,” she bowed her head slightly–not bothering to extend her hand, since he was unable to see it of course–and let out a small laugh.

          Espresso crossed her arms as she admired the painting before the two and said, “Yes…indeed, it’s worth quite a fortune. Over ten million, if I remember correctly. I had only heard and seen photos of it before, but seeing it in the flesh–just being around it is truly amazing.”

          Her face turned a slight tint of pink as she realized she had just began to banter on about the work. It was in her best interest to let the guest do the talking–but how would he describe the painting if he couldn’t see it? She cleared her throat and paused for a brief moment before answering his question.

          “Unfortunately, I believe the closest you will get to that is the Japanese calligraphy Miss Yasaka, one of our guest artists, has up for display and sale. I am sure you could commission a work from her as well.”

          She glanced over at the blind man once more–this time a little more curiously. He seemed to be only holding his walking stick, no drink. She easily made the assumption he had not been here for long. The idea that he was investigating something remained in her mind–because she truly did find it strange for him to be here, but she decided not to touch bases with him on it. It might cause him to run. Of course that would confirm her belief–but she was intrigued by him. She wanted to know more about the man named Matthew Murdock.

          “–Would you some wine or champagne? We also have water,” she gestured for a man carrying beverages to approach the two while she continued on speaking, “Perhaps, instead of having to stare blankly at the images, I could walk around the gallery with you. We could converse for a little, and I could explain a few paintings.”

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                   「⛤」—» The slightest of smiles graced the blind man’s features in the wake of her words, something polite to anyone who didn’t know him. In reality, it was a reaction to the faintest rise in the woman’s heartbeat, a nearly imperceptible sound even to his own trained ears. It wasn’t the sound of a lie, but just the barest hint of suspicion. Towards himself, Matt had to guess, and he found it interesting that Espresso had any reason to be suspicious of him at all. Blind he might be, but most people could overlook the oddity of him coming to admire art that he couldn’t even see. All but the people who had a reason to suspect even the handicapped, and those people were usually up to something they shouldn’t be. Something Matt would put an end to if need be.

                   But for now, he would be the picture of innocence and courtesy, playing the part of the unfortunate and playing it well, as he had learned to do since he was nine years old. Even if at times he hated his lack of sight, and sometimes even the abilities it had brought with it, Matt knew it would always be the best and only shield he had to protect himself from prying eyes and questions. After all, who would believe a blind man was the Daredevil?

                   ❝ Likewise, ❞ came his answer to her greeting, accompanied by the slightest nod of his head. At the amount given, however, he had to suppress the urge to whistle. He could imagine what Foggy would say to such an expensive thing, could almost hear his voice. Don’t touch it, Matt, don’t even breathe near it, really we shouldn’t even think about it. He let the memory ease a more genuine smile to his expression as the lawyer tilted his head towards Espresso.

                   ❝ I’m afraid the last encounter I had with someone of the Japanese culture ended rather badly for both of us. ❞ His tone was joking, but one couldn’t be sure if it was the truth or not. ❝ Although I’m sure Miss Yasaka’s work is equally as beautiful as the painting before us, I believe I’ll take you up on your offer of a tour. ❞ In the end, he was here to gather more information on just who Espresso was, and how she operated, so walking the gallery with her was the perfect opportunity. ❝ Hearing the history of the art here might make things more interesting for a man like myself. ❞ As he spoke, Matt’s sightless gaze turned toward the approaching server with a polite nod and a greeting of ❝ Water, please. ❞ He’d always been more of a beer person.

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Woop, woop — hope you're ready for another anon, punk. To be fair, I was once skeptical when I heard someone was bringing the Daredevil here ; however, whatever concerns I had completely vanished with you. You portray him so well, I find it hard to believe you're not taking dialogue from the comics. It's a comfortable blend of television and comic, something not many can pull off and it warms my heart you've made him your own in various ways. Keep up the good work, looking forward to seeing it!

IIIII DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY I’M GENUINELY CRYING A LITTLE BIT!!!!

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♒ - their favorite smells/perfume/cologne

Matt’s sense of smell is also incredibly important to him, as he can differentiate literally hundreds of different things, both about a person and about a place, from just the smells that are given off. But, at the same time, harsh or sharp smells can proof disorienting or annoying, so he likes to avoid things like citrus or heavy perfumes. If he had to pick a favorite scent, he would say something like lavender. It’s soft, and usually subtle, and can be soothing both to the nerves and to the mind. It’s a scent that Matt finds compliments the perpetual darkness he lives in, and it’s definitely something that can calm even the most unruly person.

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Seeing the Daredevil himself pop into Koi is one of the more exciting things the past few weeks. We need a superhero with all the villains running around free! Just casually stopping by to say that you're doing an absolutely amazing job as the dorky avocado and I can't wait to see more of you!

I’M WEEPING?

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⌛ - one of their long term goals

Matt’s main long-term goal, and the one he’ll probably never achieve, is freeing his city from corruption and crime. His “Daredevil reality” is a part of himself he’ll most likely never be rid of, as for the most part it seems to be something he never actually chose for himself in the first place, but which was just always going to happen. It’s the main drive of his life at the moment, and also a major factor throughout his whole life, since Stick gave him the ability to actually fight back against the disease eating away at Hell’s Kitchen. It began with the death of his father, and it will probably only end upon Matt’s eventual death.

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✍ - their handwriting

Unsurprisingly, Matt has awful handwriting. His inability to actually see the letters forming gives them a jerky, hazardous look to them, although he does his best to run his fingers over the indentations left by the pen or pencil and try to fix anything that’s too horrible to read. His also tends to veer off from writing in straight, even lines, his hand unconsciously drifting upward or downward. It’s the same effect that someone has when they try to write anything with their eyes closed, and it’s also why Matt prefers typing on his laptop to actually writing things out.

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♫ - their music preferences

For someone like Matt, music is something that’s very important. It’s one of the very few arts he can actually appreciate, so you can forgive him if he can be a little picky about it. Surprisingly enough for his lifestyle, he prefers classical musical, as well as songs with soft notes and vocals. His sensitive hearing can make harsh music unpleasant to listen to, so anything like rock genres or high-pitched vocals are pretty much off the table. A lot of the time, the lyrics themselves don’t matter as much as the general sound and impression of the music itself.

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☂ - their weather preferences

Due to Matt’s blindness, it’s kind of hard to say what kind of weather he prefers. But I, personally, like to think he enjoys rain the most. All that noise and stimulus makes it seem even more like he can “see”, each drop a cacophony of sound that outlines everything it pours on. Rain is less the sight of it coming down as the cool touch of mist on someone’s face and the endless drone of water pounding on asphalt, and so it’s something he can appreciate almost more than people with sight can.

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( DEVILIST )

A City Unlike Any Other and a concept based upon the intangible feeling of infatuation. It seemed remotely fairy tale-esque or perhaps just a delusion of a founding hopeless romantic. Regardless of the origins in which the city based itself upon, Wesley found solace in the quaint setting and unique atmosphere. The citizens were ( for the most part ) friendly and even among strangers there was a certain aura of welcoming and contentment to be enjoyed. Each breath in was pure and without the level of toxins he’d grown uncomfortably used to; it was surely a relief to not feel the toxicity of pollutants pile up against his skin. However, a pleasant exterior always came with it’s price to be paid by it’s citizens, unknowingly or otherwise. 

                              In an  (  isolated  )  system                                                                   entropy can only  INCREASE. 

Underlying pleasantries and a sense of security laid dormant a necessary evil. Koi knew of no petty crimes but alternatively was subjected to those whose actions were well practiced, fine tuned, and handled with care. Perhaps it was the premise of warm invitation that the city so proudly sat upon or the clear opportunities in the location alone that made it a clear target for underground activities and clever hideaways. Regardless of the possibilities, Wesley knew for certain that such a network could go undetected only for so long before someone caught wind of it and it was in that moment where he would be most needed. 

Tapping of plastic upon concrete familiarized itself upon concentrated ears as he turned the corner in one of Koi’s most populated districts. Pace slowed as he moved onward, eyeing the individual whose stride opposed his own. Be it not the more obvious characteristics that counted him a recognized visage, but rather the identity of this person that was enough cause for concern. Matt Murdoc; the ambulance chaser acquainted with Ms. Page. His presence was certainly not one to be expected and it was within his intention to understand why he’d appear here and now, of all precise locations and times. 

It would be the removal of one cellular device and the tapping on a touch screen that would set the scene for a simple accident to occur. The display was nothing more than inattention to one’s surroundings to the innocent bystander that happened to catch a glimpse of what was to unfold. A set of shoulders collided and brought Wesley’s false attention from his phone to the man at his side. Sliding his excuse as a distraction into his pocket, the right hand placed a careful palm upon the familiar stranger’s shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry, it seems I’m overconfident in my abilities to multitask. Are you alright?”

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                   「⛤」—» It was the watch that tipped him off. Slow, steady, familiar. A sound he’d memorized when times had been darker, the rhythmic ticking all the warning he needed to know a certain person was near. It made him pause, not physically, but mentally, a stillness going about his mind that few experienced in their lifetimes. It was like a constantly-disturbed pool of water being left to settle for the first time, and for a moment Matthew Murdock’s mind was devoid of thought. Such was the state of a man who encountered the dead walking among the living, the dead that had hearts that beat and skin that was warm to touch. It made Matt shiver to realize just what was happening, a cold having settled in his bones that he couldn’t explain.

                   Before, things in this place had been almost... nice. No Kingpin, no Russians, no Madame Gao, and no constant worry to protect Hell’s Kitchen. Of course, that hadn’t made him discard the mask, either. Even without Hell’s Kitchen to prowl among, this place still had its criminals, and the Daredevil would make sure that none of them found themselves worry-free and comfortable. But, for the most part, the blind man had found little more than petty thieves and muggers, nothing like the big fish he had gone up against in his hometown. This place seemed incredibly mellow next to New York, although Matt would never let himself rest entirely easy.

                   And yet, he had never imagined to find himself face-to-face with the likes of James Wesley, not here... not anywhere. The last he had heard of the other man, he hadn’t been breathing. It was a shock to Matt’s system to find him here, right before him, apparently alive. It made a whirl of confusion run through the lawyer, an uneasy feeling that settled in the pit of his stomach like fear. Surely, this couldn’t be true... But there was no way it couldn’t be. Every one of Matt’s senses told him exactly who this person was, and if he stopped trusting them now, what was he to do?

                   It was almost no surprise to him when Wesley’s shoulder bumped into his own, a clipped apology and a question reaching Matt’s ears even as he registered the hand placed on his shoulder.

                   ❝ It’ll take more than that to stop me. ❞ The joke came easy from his lips, and Matt kept his voice even and pleasant. ❝ Excuse me, but have we met before? ❞

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    Tris turned abruptly towards the stranger behind her, still being wary of her surroundings.It all seemed surreal. “Who are you?” She asked in a shaky voice, body standing stone still as she stared into the stranger’s eyes; watching him closely.

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                   「⛤」—» Hands were raised in a gesture of surrender as Matt slowed to a stop in front of the girl standing in the middle of the sidewalk, sightless eyes assessing her behind their usual sunglasses. Hostility and wariness radiated from her like sickness, and he decided to tread carefully, no matter the fact that he could have her on the ground and disabled in a split second.

                   ❝Are you alright? ❞

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       { ♕ }– Quiet chatter and violin music could be heard around the room as Espresso approached each guest–making her presence known and thanking them for coming. The gala had a nice atmosphere, it was friendly and welcoming–just like she had planned. After all, what would be a party if it was cold and scary?

      After making a round of greeting and thanking guests, Espresso went to stand in front of an abstract painting created by one of the rising artists. Soon, a person came to stand next to her. She turned her head and realized it was a man who was just a bit shorter than her, but wearing sunglasses inside.

      Ah. Espresso thought to herself as she made the connection, that’s an interesting sight. The noble let out a chuckle and said, “It seems muted, as if the artist was holding in something. The few vibrant colors are bold blues. I wonder what he was thinking when he painted this beautiful abstract. What do you think~?” The female looked at the man once more, and then turned to face the painting again.

      “…It’s unfortunate you cannot see the work the artists put in these paintings. Truly a shame,” she said before he could answer, “I appreciate you coming either way. Espresso Beans. And you are?”

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                   「⛤」—» Twice in his life, Matt had found himself amidst beautiful paintings and works of art, milling amongst the well-dressed and the fortunate, his sense of smell assaulted by the cloying scents of countless perfumes. And twice in his life, Matt had found himself standing before an expensive painting that he couldn’t see. Blind eyes stared at the artwork through his glasses, “seeing” nothing but a blank sheet of fire. Part of him would have given anything to see what the canvas help.

                   Matt’s head turned ever so slightly to the side when he heard approaching footsteps, the sharp raps of heels against the tile floor. Her perfume was subtle but attractive, and the slight movement of air against her face outlined elegant features outlined in tongues of flame. For a moment, he simply waited as she stood beside him, listening to her description to the painting before them. It sounded beautiful, he thought.

                   Hearing the woman’s name only reminded him of why he’d come to the galleria, and the blind man turned fully towards her, extending a callused hand in a gesture of greeting. He might only have been there to gather information on her, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t be pleasant. After all, he still didn’t know if she was entirely guilty or not.

                   ❝ I think it sounds expensive. Matthew Murdock, for the defense, ❞ came the answer, a slight smile offered at the attempt at a joke. ❝ I was hoping there might have been some artwork even I could have appreciated here, but I’ll just have to make do. ❞

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                   「⛤」—» Matt had known the rain was coming hours before it arrived. Pressure fluctuated, humidity rose, temperatures dropped. Of course, all of this information went unnoticed to all but him, so when the rain came, dozens of shop-goers were caught by surprise. They scattered quickly, heading for shelter as raindrops soaked into their hair and clothes. Matthew, on the other hand, had taken shelter under a shop awning moments before the downpour had begun, saving himself from a day walking with damp clothes and mussy hair. He stood silent and sheltered as the rain poured down, head tilting slightly to catch the sound of water drumming against the asphalt and footsteps splashing in puddles as pedestrians rain for cover. He couldn’t blame them, either. This was a summer storm, all rumbling thunder and torrential floods. This was no time for romantic walks in the rain with a significant other.

                   Even through the heavy sound of the pouring water, it was easy for Matt to pick out the sound of sprinting steps coming in his direction. Sightless gaze turned toward the approacher, the watery sunlight glinting off his glasses. Before a few seconds had passed by, the footsteps had faded, and the small space beneath the awning was filled with the breathing of not one but two people, one slow and calm, the other fast and exhilarated.

                   ❝ It’s quite a storm, isn’t it? I guess we’ll just have to wait it out. ❞ Matt knew better than any that the rain would persist for a long while yet, but this stranger didn’t need to know that.

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