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@worthyarthur (sc.)

At the first moment that things settled down, a few days after Steppenwolf was defeated, Diana sought Arthur out. She had hoped to bond. Out of all their so-called teammates, he was the one that she was completely certain would live a longer than human life. It would be nice to know someone she wouldn’t have to say goodbye to in a few short decades. Yet, sidling up beside him, Diana frowned, noting that he seemed to be on the verge of going somewhere, ready to leave.

“Are you returning to Atlantis so soon Arthur?” She understood if he had responsibilities there and wouldn’t keep him if so, yet, “You must come back soon. Bruce and I are working on a headquarters, in the event that we must come together once more. I would love to get your input on it.” An easy excuse to have him around more often. She trusted the younger boys to linger, had already built up a rapport with Bruce, and knew where to find Clark. That left Arthur. “I feel like we barely know one another. It would be prudent to get to know one another better before the next crisis.”

Lips quirking into a smile, Diana continued, “Perhaps you can visit Themyscira with me. You’ll like it. It’s surrounded by water.” She had to return shortly, had to check in on her mother, her sisters. Steppenwolf’s comment about their blood still wet on his axe rang in her ears. “We can foster trade between our people, perhaps.” She didn’t know his role with the Atlesians, given how quiet he’d kept about them, but it was an open offer nonetheless.

#worthyarthur #(thread start.)#(verse. the wonder woman.)#(thread. the wonder woman.)

@sevenbulletsavior (sc.)

The trip to New York was supposed to be to examine an ancient Greek painting for authenticity. It was not supposed to involve interrupting crimes in progress. Something for Diana Prince, not for Wonder Woman. Yet, how was she supposed to ignore a problem when it made itself so very obvious?

She doesn’t know the extent of the situation, but she knows that the man should not be cornering the woman in a dark alleyway, knife in hand, looking up to no good. She intervened, grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted until he was yelping and dropping the weapon, fierce scowl on her face. “Leave.” The would be mugger did not need to be told twice, not even bothering to try to pick up his knife before bolting out of the alley. Giving a disgusted scoff, she kicked the weapon away, turning her attention to the woman.

The woman was...calm. Surprisingly calm, for the situation she had found herself in. Usually, those she saved were weepy or babbling nervously, fair reactions. Diana admired the strength of spirit shown by the blonde, but it had to have come from somewhere. “Is this not your first time in danger?” Was this city even worse than Gotham’s crime rate? There had been a rather ferocious expression on her face before Diana’s intervention, so perhaps she hadn’t needed the help at all. “I apologize if you had things well in hand.”

#honestly karen had it handled but diana couldn't help herself lol #sevenbulletsavior #(thread start.)#(verse. the wonder woman.)#(thread. the wonder woman.)

@epeolxtry (sc.)

Frank knew he’d been grinning like a goofball ever since Maria arrived, but hey, he’d been grinning like a goofball ever since she walked right on up to him and told him his guitar playing sucked, so really, she probably just thought he was a smiling idiot. He was okay with that, so long as she liked smiling idiots.

“Gotta be honest with you here, didn’t expect you to say yes. Guess I should have expected the surprise from ya.” It’s why they were at Lombardi’s, a pizza joint, and not some fancy restaurant. With only a day’s notice, he hadn’t been able to reserve anywhere nice. Which was a shame. He was kind of relying on the surroundings to impress her, since he wasn’t much to impress her, what with the salary of a marine on leave and a face that looked like it’d been punched too many times.

Biting into his pizza to excuse the silence, he contemplated a moment, before deciding it was just courtesy to warn her, even if it broke his heart by scaring her off, “Look, I really like you, but I gotta warn you, I’m only here for six months. I’m a Marine. I get if you don’t want to start anything with someone who won’t be able to stick around.”

#i had the weirdest issue where i started to go into like olden speech #so this is probably strangely stilted #i like see epeolxtry and just assume i'm writing arthur lmao #epeolxtry #(thread start.)#(verse. the marine.)#(thread. the marine.)#(queue.)

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No one looked askance at a lawyer being at an expensive art gala, despite the fact that he didn’t make enough money in a month to afford even one of the smaller pieces. No, the strange looks he could feel probably came from the dark glasses and the cane, given it was quite strange for a blind man to be interested in art. And he wasn’t interested in the art, even if he supported the cause behind its selling.

Matt had claimed Karen’s plus one spot to be here. In large part to protect her should anything go awry. Call him paranoid, but with this many superheroes and superhero adjacents in the building, if he were a supervillain with a thing against the Avengers, well, this would be the time and place he’d strike; when they were in fancy dresses and ties rather than kevlar and iron suits.

Karen suitably distracted with her press-related duties, Matt wandered. There wasn’t much to do here, beside cringe at the abundance of strong colognes and pungent perfumes invading his senses and not admire the art like everyone else. At least the eavesdropping was interesting.

High society folk tended to be gossips, he’d found, and this little outing had proven no different. Equal parts amused and distracted, he was tilting his head towards a trio of giggling socialites talking about the handsome blind stranger when he nearly ran head first into someone else if not for his senses snapping to attention when someone invaded his personal space. He swerved enough to nearly bump shoulders rather than go head first collision, but still offered a courtesy, “I apologize. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

#cwrpstarter #crossedworldsrp #(open.)#(verse. the crossed worlds.)#(thread start.)#(thread. the crossed worlds.)

@sincmente (sc.)

Another night at Josie’s, all of them a little too much alcohol. Foggy escaped in a cab, but when she said she was going to walk the few blocks home, Matt insisted on joining her, for her safety. She resented that and he knew she could protect herself, yet, it was a good excuse to just spend some time with her. He’d missed her and Foggy, in the months it’d been since they’d been actual friends.

They chattered about nothing for most of the walk. Until the wind kicked up and he caught a hint of gunpowder and dog hair and coffee either from her person or her doorway, something older, not too recent, and he absentmindedly mused, “You smell like Frank.” He near instantly cringed after the fact, recognizing that was a weird thing to say and probably something that’d make her uncomfortable. Certainly not something he’d mention if he was sober.

He tried to cover it up with more words, but he really only made it worse, for the first thing that came to mind and that alcohol let slip right by his brain to mouth filter was, “You and he were caught up in the attack on that senator, weren’t you?” It had been when he was presumed dead. Exhaling heavily, he rubbed his eyes. “Sorry. You don’t have to talk about that. I’m just...drunk. And I got distracted.”

#(one guess as to who just rewatched season 1 of the punisher lol)#and then i started to wonder what matt would think or do if he hadn't been missing in action during all of that lol #and what that convo would look like #sincmente #(thread start.)#(verse. the daredevil.)#(thread. the daredevil.)

@adonaiisxariel ;; (sc.)

Matt couldn’t say how Captain America of all people had found the small little office of Nelson, Murdock, and Page, but he supposed all three of them had made a name for themselves in the last few years. Of course, with Captain America currently being a wanted fugitive, Matt wasn’t supposed to know just who was sitting across from him, so he continued to feign ignorance.

After all, a blind man shouldn’t be able to recognize him, right? He imagined that was part of the reason he requested Matt to answer his questions. Yet, Matt had a thing with voices. He could recognize them quite well, and while he hadn’t met the man before, he’d seen him on the news enough times to guess.

Then there were his questions regarding the Accords. (Horrible package of civil rights violations mixed with a total disregard of due process. Foggy had been the one to listen to Matt’s rant about it when he had first looked through the document.) There was no reason for a random stranger to come asking about them. So, Matt tried to nudge him into revealing the truth. He’d be more than happy to represent Steve Rogers, if he would be honest about it. “Can I ask what your interest in the Accords is?”

#(i imagine this is directly after civil war or even during it tbh)#(just steve trying to find actual legal recourse through it and since he's a nyc boy he's probably heard of murdock and nelson)#adonaiisxariel #(thread start.)#(verse. the daredevil.)#(thread. the daredevil.)

@motleyscrew for foggy!

matt had watched in growing bewilderment as the weeks passed and their dorm seemed to gain more and more presents of all shapes and sizes. of course, foggy couldn’t do much, he was a starving law student like the rest of their class. yet, every present came with a story about this brother, that aunt, a grandmother. for someone whose holidays had always been brief halfhearted but warm with his father or hymns and prayers with the nuns, it was strange to see what a family like the nelsons seemed to be preparing.

“you’re seeing all these people during break?” matt laughed, cross legged on his bed, textbook and screen reader haphazardly strewn in his lap, as he listened to foggy do something complicated with tape and wrapping paper to cover an odd shaped bauble. “for a break, it sounds like you’re going to be rather busy.” matt, for one, was going to do nothing but sleep, recover from exams, and listen to the eerie, but peaceful sound of the campus empty of the normally obnoxiously loud student body.

#i don't know where a christmas season starter came from #but i'm blaming the hc that hit me in the face that obviously foggy invited/forced matt home with him for the holidays during law school #after he noticed that matt just stayed on campus during thanksgiving or whatevs #motleyscrew #(thread start.)#(verse. the student.)#(thread. the student.)

@tormentbled, yes ma’am one starter ma’am.

“don’t call me ungrateful to theo, i’m glad he’s letting us use this place, but...ugh.” though he hadn’t said outright what the issue was, the crinkle of his nose and the rather green pallor of his skin should be a hint. he doubted that the smell was strong enough for anyone else to have to deal with it, but a butcher’s shop didn’t exactly equate a field of flowers for someone who could smell it all. it wasn’t the meat itself or even the blood, but chemicals and preservatives and just...dirt, that were making him nauseous every time he stepped into the office.

he’d taken to hovering closer than usual to karen because of it. and though she hadn’t commented on it yet, he’d be surprised if she hadn’t noticed. karen smelled nice, and close enough to her, he could barely smell the gross over her perfume and shampoo and just...karen scent. he wasn’t going to say that though. she and foggy had both reacted poorly to the knowledge of his ability to hear their heartbeats; he couldn’t imagine either appreciating the knowledge that he could smell down to their skin. “let’s go out to lunch. i don’t think i can stand to actually eat here.”