kindness is an ability

claire temple | 35 | the night nurse dep rp | daredevil / luke cage au

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@mjwctson

‘ something strange happened here. ’ @nghtnvrsc

mj blinked at the scene before her for a few moments before snapping a picture then letting the camera hang around her neck. “something strange has been happening a lot these days wouldn’t you say?” mary jane took a step back too look at claire. “any ideas, or should i just go investigate?”

‘ hold up there, what do you mean just go investigate? ’ claire stood up from the scorched ground to raise a finger at the young woman. ‘ you better not be thinking of doing something reckless. i’ve got enough friends who get shot at or cut regularly when they do their investigating. ’

she sighed, lowering her finger to prop her hands on her hips instead, ‘ besides, where would you even start? it looks like a small fire, but there’s no reports about it. ’ according to misty knight down at the nypd.’ i wouldn’t even notice it if i wasn’t checking in on mrs. pérez there across the street. ’

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scarletsxspeedster‌:

Barry breathed a sigh of relief when the pizza didn’t get on the other, his clumsiness has gotten the speedster in a lot of trouble in the past. He continued to clean the floor where the pizza fell, the employees worked too hard to have to deal with his mess. “You don’t have to clean up after me.” He laughed.

“Thank you.” He reached for the box that had about three undamaged slices in it and smiled. “Party of one, I eat a lot.” His four pack would beg to differ but his meta abilities kept his metabolism in full swing. “I’m not entirely human.” 

‘ no kidding. ’ claire’s eyebrows only raised higher when he proclaimed himself not entirely human. ‘ okay, we’re just dealing out personal information like that now. ’

she let out an ambivalent laughter. humor was really the only way to cope with this spiraling world anymore. ‘ and of what nonhuman denomination might you belong to? i’ve had secret government experiment, evil ninja, ancient mystic, and oceanic kingdom ... do you fall into any of the above categories at all? ’

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meraxxebella‌:

“You are a referring to a kind of….healing space.” It wasn’t a question. Mara now understood perfectly. “You are a healer. Where I come from, people like you are treated with the utmost respect.”

“Yes, my…land, is underwater. It is so different from here.” She sighed, once again her opinion far from concealed. 

“Do you mean to suggest…” Mera narrowed her eyes “There are those who don’t believe in Atlantis?”

Her memory called her back to the story she’d read about the small mergirl with hair as red as her own. “I assure you, we are no fairytale. No, no embassy. Though I hope one will be created, soon.”

‘ you remind me of someone ... ’ claire muttered quietly at the way mera spoke. ‘ he acted incredulous too when i wouldn’t believe there were magic dragons in the mountains granting people powers. ’

she crossed her arms, leaning against the nearby wall as she studied the redhead, ‘ but yeah, most people consider atlantis to be a fictional kingdom --- like ... the neverland. or narnia. and those who believe it don’t exactly come off as the most credible. ’ claire wondered if mera would get the reference. ‘ anyway, should you even be surprised? if atlantis existed, then why haven’t you made contact before? and ... why do you now? '

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“Publicly, I agree. Personally, I think it’s chickenshit.”-Clark lol spamming u rn

@kryptonianofsteel   [ x ]

‘ too bad you write for print. that could’ve been an actual headline for a vlog. ’ claire closed the harlem hero app D.W. made her install on her phone to focus her attention on the journalist. she sighed, ‘ tracking heroes’ movements ... they are a kind of celebrity. once they’re in costume they’re on the clock, right ...? it’s what i told luke too --- formalize it. but it’s ... i don’t know how to feel about it. it was once obsolete when i was with luke. i didn’t need to track him on an app when i could just text or call him to ask if he was coming home for dinner. but now i just feel like somebody’s stalker ex-girlfriend. ’

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“What does a person have to do to get a fucking cob salad around here?”

@misschvez   [ x ]

‘ hey, you’ll be fine. ’ claire chuckled lightly. ‘ they’ve got enough on their plate tonight to take care of yours in a small diner like this. you can have my veggie soup if you want. ’ she pushed the cup of soup across the counter to the young woman sitting at the bar with her. feeding a fry into her own mouth, claire tilted her head, ‘ i wouldn’t recommend salad though. it’s sunday, and the produce truck doesn’t come in until tuesday. the johnsons are good people, but they can’t make a cabbage fresh once it’s been in the fridge for three days. ’

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*grumble grumble* “Sexist bastards.”

@lifeanddcath   [ x ]

‘ … in all fairness, you did strangle them in a hail of sentient roots and vines. ’ she answered numbly, not even fazed anymore. claire stooped down and rested her chin on her hands, folded atop of the shovel handle. there’s a blood stain slowly drying on the metal plate; somewhere in not far away lied an unconscious man with a spade-shaped bruise on his head. her face covered in dirt and sweat. her clothes and hair similarly disheveled from the earlier struggle to get out of her kidnappers’ grip.

‘ so is this what you do all the time? you lurk around in the forest waiting for gangsters trying to bury their kidnapped victim alive? ’ she paused, staring into the void for a moment. ‘ i’ve sworn off hiking but somehow still ended up in the woods. there’s something wrong with my life that that upsets me more than this doofus touching my leg in the car. ’

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“Organic seaweed? What the hell is organic seaweed?”

@hawkoyed​   [ x ]

‘ it’s a snack. ’ she raised her brows, sending another sheet of roasted seaweed into her mouth. ‘ i have a friend who’s japanese. she always brings back gifts when she goes home to visit. it’s called omiyage, i believe. souvenir. i like it when she brings gifts that are edible. ’  claire held the small plastic tray of seaweed out to the man, ‘ try it. it’s just a snack — don’t avengers snack? ’

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“I don’t have a circle on mine. Where’s my circle?” from kara (@hopeofkrypton)

@hopeofkrypton   [ x ]

‘ those, are confidential. ’ claire snatched the clipboard out of kara’s hand and promptly locked it in the drawer. she then turned to face the young woman before her. her full lips curled into a soft curve, ‘ ... you don’t want a circle on yours. the circles remind me to check up or keep an eye on them --- usually people who’ve missed their appointments or ... require house visits. ’

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“For a priest, he’s kind of an asshole.”

@undeadpoolbro   [ x ] 

‘ he’s not a priest — just catholic. don’t let all that hair shirt shtick fool you. ’ claire crossed her arms and stared at the man in the red suit in front of her. ‘ y’know, i once knew a guy who wore a red suit. kind of problematic, too. a lot of repressed anger and martyr complex. so what’s your issue to be looking for matthew effin’ murdock. from experience, you’re either in real trouble, or looking for some. ’

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*grumble grumble* “Sexist bastards.”

@cfblackwidow​    [ x ]

‘ yeah, somehow i thought once you become a superhero you wouldn’t have this problem. but looks like it’s just an occupational hazard anywhere. ’ claire replied, glancing over at the tv, where the news broadcast replayed footage of the latest avengers sighting — a freeze frame on the black clad assassin, and the news anchor commenting on the black widow’s latest hairdo.

she turned down the volume. the nurse sighed with a sense of finality to close up to the wound on the unconscious man nat dragged in. ‘ … not that it’s anything comparable to what you do, but i will say one thing about freelancing — now if they grab anything, i just grab right back. that usually shuts a perv up. i mean, they are under my knife after all, and what are they gonna do? file a complaint? ’

[the-self-proclaimed-prince]

“Shit I Overheard at my Law Firm” Sentence Starters

“Just read this fucker and take it to court.”

“Tone down your depositions, A-hole.” 

“He may be a buffoon and a fool, but by God he was innocent.”

*grumble grumble* “Sexist bastards.” 

“I don’t want to come into work without teeth!”

“That asshole better stop fucking with my client or else I’m gonna…”

“There are only two pears left. I’m naming them Adam and Eve.”

“Organic seaweed? What the hell is organic seaweed?”

“You asking me fishing?… fuck YES I’m there!”

“When the weather gets hot, I just step out on my back porch and pour water over my head for an hour or two. Works every time.”

“He is an artist. Use of Comic Sans in legal documents is his creative outlet.”

“Throw some Wingdings on that shit.”

“What does a person have to do to get a fucking cob salad around here?” 

“I’m trying to decide if I should go insane and body-pump or go home and sleep.”

“You can’t just ring a bell, un-ring it, and then ring it again.”

“We lost. We lost big time. But it’s okay. I’m good. It’s cool. I’ve got whiskey. I’m good.”

*applying lipstick to go to the gym* “What kind of a crazy woman wears lipstick to the gym??”

“Are you going to shut up and FISH today?” 

“Do you know of any pet friendly cafes? I’m meeting an attorney tomorrow and he’ll have his non-service hunting dog along. Don’t ask why.”

“Publicly, I agree. Personally, I think it’s chickenshit.”

“Keto diet? Is that like for chemo? Ohmygod do you have cancer?!??”

“I don’t have a circle on mine. Where’s my circle?”

“Don’t judge my printouts. Paper is a renewable resource.”

“The stapler has been compromised.” 

“You know that one case? The one with the person from the company whose doing some crazy stuff?”

“I wasn’t fishing. I was lawyer-ing. Much less exciting.”

“For a priest, he’s kind of an asshole.”

“Brownies and bourbon? Sounds like my kinda party!”

“I got a bottle of whiskey calling my name so I may not be back here tomorrow morning or ever.”

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scarletsxspeedster‌:

Adjusting to New York wasn’t difficult for the speedster at least now he could blame being late on the city. After a mighty long shift in the lab trying to lessen the pile of cases on his desk, it was for sure the time to have some food. Walking down to his favorite pizza place the speedster waited in line scanning the menu, already knowing what he was going to pick but it made the wait shorter. Ordering five whole pizzas was always awkward but he shrugged it off and soon after picked up his pizzas and headed to his loft. Not always the most coordinated he swayed and a box fell on the floor splattering. 

“Sorry, hope I didn’t get any on you.” He placed the other boxes on the counter and grabbed for some napkins to clean the mess.

‘ no, it’s fine! i was barely watching where i was going myself ... ’ sidestepping the splatter of red on the floor, claire quickly bent down to pick up what was remaining of the pizza. as she lowered to the ground, she realized that her flats were covered in mud and sewer water from her last house call as the night nurse for people with special abilities.

claire quickly picked up the fallen box to hand it back to the stranger, ‘ there’s probably a few good slices left ... ’ she noticed the four other boxes on the counter then, ‘ --- a party? ’

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spider-scnses‌:

peter let the woman still him, really he should probably chill out. it was hard for him to stop bouncing around, nervous about his secret being found out. “no no I really don’t think we need the paramedics.” he was convinced he was just going to have to deal with this issue himself.

he felt is eyes go wide, and he nodded. “yeah, a super onesie. so you get why i can’t just take if off here.” he let out a sigh of relief, with the woman getting what he was hinting at. “so if you can’t help i can probably figure it out, but really i don’t think that’s my best idea.” he could maybe make it back to the apartment, but the webs would start to disintegrate soon. 

‘ you people sure are coming out of the woodwork! do you have a fast-track degree program or something? ’ claire couldn’t help but exclaimed under her breath, but already getting into motion and taking whatever medical supplies she can grab. ‘ here, hold these. ’ she put a few packs of gauzes and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in the boy’s arms, ushering him into the family restroom.

after closing the door behind them, claire pulled down the baby changing station to act as a makeshift table to douse in hydrogen peroxide for sterilization. ‘ alright, so which one are you? are you going to tell me first or is it going to be a visual reveal? ’

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kingcrocjones‌:

Relapse [WaylonxClaire]

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The blood, all Waylon could see and smell was blood. His world silent when he should at least be hearing the violent beats of his heart. After all, he could feel them in his chest. Beside him was what had probably been a man once, but now? Now he wasn’t much, not that Waylon could tell in the state of panic he was currently ill. He struggled with his memories. The latest being one of him arguing with a man at a restaurant. What had the man said? What had it been about? Answers to those questions evaded him. Was it even the same man though? He didn’t know. As he tried to stand, Waylon realized something was wrong with him. His torso and abdomen had been slashed and his left ankle failed him.

Waylon felt himself panic. This helplessness when injured, he wasn’t used to it. Looking at the dead body, he dumped it on the current a few feet away and watched it disappear. He tried to hop, bring himself closer to an exit. Pulling out a phone, he look through his contacts… Seeing his own reflection sent a chill up his back. He was covered from head to toe in blood, but he wasnt sure it was his–especially the one around his mouth. Taking off his shirt, Waylon rubbed his face furiously.

His phone came to an end and he paused. It was probably a bad idea… Calling anyone was probably a terrible idea to begin with… But in his new body, Waylon was helpless and useless. He texted his location before calling. When the phone was answered, he sighed. “Please, I can pay. I need medical attention,” he promised. “I sent you the address or where I am but… You gotta look for a manhole… I’m in the sewers…”

the attack on the metacon festival left claire shaken, once again solidifying that the world was truly changing. super heroes and super villains on the streets, out in plain sight, alien weapons and mystical powers being the new nuclear warheads. meeting spider-man, mera, and the man in the alley all compounded the feeling of some encroaching, larger than life event. and then there was jones --- the killer croc.

claire sat down by the kitchen table with a mug of hot coffee, touching her laptop trackpad to wake up the screen where she continued to stare at the online job posting site. her phone lit up unexpectedly. when she put the speaker to her ear, the heavy, ragged breathing set a cold chill up her spine. ‘ who ---- ...? ’

a few keywords clued her in --- manhole. sewers. medical attention ... ‘ mr. jones? ’ claire sprung up onto her feet. her heart pounding against her chest as her feet went on autopilot, taking him to the closet to pull out the go-bag she’d began to keep in there since the crime-fighting vigilantes turned her life upside down. holding the phone between her ear and shoulder, she grabbed her keys and jacket at the door while speaking into the phone, ‘ jones, talk to me. what happened? can you stay on the phone? ’

she tried to keep the other talking while she gathered the last couple of items --- taking her metal claws off the hook on the wall, she slid them into the outer pocket of the go-bag and she’s out the door. this was an unusual house-call after all. she could never be too careful.

‘ i’m on my way. i’ll be there in a few minutes. ’ she threw the bag into the back of the yellow cab and handed the address to the driver, throwing in a tip upfront for motivation. ‘ can you move? is anybody else with you? ’

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meraxxebella‌:

“speci-MEN” Mera merely repeated her earlier words as though Claire may have truly misunderstood what the atlantean had meant. Mera, probably was not so ignorant- but one could hardly be sure. She IS a foreigner, after all.

“The…E….are?” The alphabet, she wasn’t so fluent in. Or abbreviations. “It sounds…..unpleasant.” Perhaps it had been a battle of some kind. The lithe woman before her did not have the build of a warrior, though it was evident that she had seen her share of violence.

“I am Princess Yemera Xebella Challa of Atlantis.” It was clear she was more than familiar with introducing herself this way. “You may call me Mera.”

‘ the ... yeah --- the emergency room? ’ claire elaborated, trying to mask her surprise and sudden wariness. the woman was likely from somewhere else, figuratively and literally. which was soon confirmed when she introduced herself as a PRINCESS.

‘ ... princess of ... ’ claire blinked, ‘ ... atlantis. like the underwater city. ’ she couldn’t contain her attitude at this point, as she raised her brows and held up a hand to point downward, emphasizing underwater. there was a short pause. the muscles laxed and she threw her arms up and letting them fall to her thighs in a helpless gesture of resignation. ‘ well, who am i to judge. i guess if kunlun and evil ninjas are real ... ’

she looked at mera half curiously, ‘ so what is an atlantic princess doing in the big apple --- you got a new york embassy or something? ’ 

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spider-scnses‌:

“I said it was a hypothetical!” He went to raise his hands in defense, but then winced as the skin was pulled around the wound. “Okay, maybe not quite so hypothetical,  but maybe we shouldn’t say the s word so loud? I don’t want the other paramedics coming back, I would have a bit too much to explain.” In this day and age, it was harder and harder to tell who would accept him, and who would try and throw him in jail. With the woman being MJs friend, and clearly having other vigilante friends, he should be in good hands.

“I would do that, but I can’t really take my shirt off. Got more of a onesie on, and I would prefer if everyone here didn’t see it.”

‘ alright, just -- stop moving. ’ claire grabbed the boy’s shoulders to stop him from potentially aggravating his injury further. ‘ if it’s really stuck in there then we need the paramedics. i don’t have the means to perform surgery --- ’

her lecture was cut short by the additional information the teen sprung on her. ‘ ... what do you mean? ’ he was trying to be discreet and use coded language to send her a signal. a few months ago claire would’ve been confused if slightly concerned, but now -- ‘ wait, you mean --- ’ she looked around, making sure no one else was listening before hissing at him under her breath, ‘ you mean like a onesie-onesie? like ... a super onesie? ’

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