Elektra Natchios @the-elektra-natchios - Tumblr Blog

Hoonnnkkk!!!

Hoooonnnkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!

The very loud honking came from the red Alfa Romeo parked outside his apartment, Elektra was seated in the front seat of the vehicle.

"Matthew!" She yelled as she rolled the window down, looking up to the multicolored window that highlighted his apartment. "Get your ass out here!"

@the-elektra-natchios

▪︎ Matt groans loudly as he hears the honking, he knew who it was by that alone. He grabs a pillow and holds it over his ears.

□ Peace joined in the choir of noise, barking in response to the car honks.

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"Hey Google, call Elektra!"

▪︎ He yells to the phone, hoping it picked his voice up over the noise.

□ Screen Reader Lady chimes, "Calling Luke!"

@sweeetchristmas

*Luke was in the middle of busting a drug deal. He grabs his phone from his pocket as he holds a dealer in the air by his shirt*

Yo.

▪︎ Matt grabs his phone from his pocket, pulling it under the pillow and pressing it against his ear.

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"El, stop honking your horn!"

What?

*He puts the phone between his ear and shoulder as he searches the dealer's pockets*

The car honking gets louder as does the yelling.

HOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNK!!!!!!!

"Matthew! We have to go! Get down here!"

@verygoodlawyer @sweeetchristmas

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"Luke?! You're not who I was trying to call! Sorry!"

▪︎ Matt gets up and opens the window.

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"Lay off the horn, Elektra!"

@the-elektra-natchios @sweeetchristmas

You good?

*Luke finds a bag in the dealer's pocket and takes it out*

Crystal? Seriously? Heroin wasn't enough?

@the-elektra-natchios

Hoooonnnnnnnkkk!

Elektra groaned loudly, leaning back into the seat.

"Maaaaattthhheeew! Let's go!" She yelled, laying on the horn again. "I've not got all day to wait on you!"

Hooonnkk!!! Hooooooooonnkkkk!!!!

@verygoodlawyer @sweeetchristmas

Hoonnnkkk!!!

Hoooonnnkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!

The very loud honking came from the red Alfa Romeo parked outside his apartment, Elektra was seated in the front seat of the vehicle.

"Matthew!" She yelled as she rolled the window down, looking up to the multicolored window that highlighted his apartment. "Get your ass out here!"

@the-elektra-natchios

▪︎ Matt groans loudly as he hears the honking, he knew who it was by that alone. He grabs a pillow and holds it over his ears.

□ Peace joined in the choir of noise, barking in response to the car honks.

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"Hey Google, call Elektra!"

▪︎ He yells to the phone, hoping it picked his voice up over the noise.

□ Screen Reader Lady chimes, "Calling Luke!"

@sweeetchristmas

*Luke was in the middle of busting a drug deal. He grabs his phone from his pocket as he holds a dealer in the air by his shirt*

Yo.

▪︎ Matt grabs his phone from his pocket, pulling it under the pillow and pressing it against his ear.

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"El, stop honking your horn!"

What?

*He puts the phone between his ear and shoulder as he searches the dealer's pockets*

The car honking gets louder as does the yelling.

HOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNK!!!!!!!

"Matthew! We have to go! Get down here!"

@verygoodlawyer @sweeetchristmas

It was a quiet night, perhaps too quiet, but peaceful nonetheless. Charlotte was not unfamiliar with entering someone’s home slight and uninvited, and quickly making herself comfortable.

Charlotte made her way around the home? Totally secret ninja base? Of Elektra. She plopped down on an old couch and forced the cork out of her bottle of wine.

@blackcatirl

Elektra was far from pleased that Charlotte, of all people, had the audacity to defile her compound with her presence again. She approached her swiftly and silently.

It took two seconds before a blade was pressed against Charlotte's neck, "What are you doing here?" Elektra demanded from behind her, venom as potent as that which laced her sword, in every word that came out of her mouth.

Charlotte smiled calmly, without looking back she lifted a glass to the woman behind her, “would you care for a drink, miss Natchios?” She smirked, tapping her claw on the glass in offering.

#elektra natchios rp #mcu rp #mcu roleplay #marvel roleplay #ask answered

"With you?" Elektra scoffed, the very idea was almost laughable, if it hadn't been asked with such seriousness, she might have done so. "No."

She moved her sword away from Lottie's neck, something was off, she never spoke her name properly.

It was a quiet night, perhaps too quiet, but peaceful nonetheless. Charlotte was not unfamiliar with entering someone’s home slight and uninvited, and quickly making herself comfortable.

Charlotte made her way around the home? Totally secret ninja base? Of Elektra. She plopped down on an old couch and forced the cork out of her bottle of wine.

@blackcatirl

Elektra was far from pleased that Charlotte, of all people, had the audacity to defile her compound with her presence again. She approached her swiftly and silently.

It took two seconds before a blade was pressed against Charlotte's neck, "What are you doing here?" Elektra demanded from behind her, venom as potent as that which laced her sword, in every word that came out of her mouth.

Karen Page needs intel. But she doesn't know anything about where the Hand are located, and she's not about to ask Matt.

Instead she has her contacts on the street spread the news that she has information to trade to the Hand, and she's willing to meet in neutral territory, but she's only willing to speak to Elektra herself.

@karenpage-journalist

Elektra got wind of the news, intel was useful, but a secondary contact of her beloved Matthew was even better. Karen had both.

She sent a message via courier by way of note attached to an arrow, which lodged itself into Karen's front door, the note reads:

Meet-up in Don Peppe's, be there at 8. - EN

Karen was prepared for an invitation to a dark alley in the middle of the night. Or a crumbling, unused dock down by the waterfront. Or an empty, abandoned warehouse.

She was not prepared for a sit-down restaurant.

But she was determined to show Elektra that she trusted her. And that she could be trusted in return.

That evening Karen didn't dress for a fight, she dressed up as if for a dinner date, a simple black number that left her shoulders bare. She left her hair down. Instead of her usual purse, she brought a matching black clutch, something obviously too small to have a gun in it.

She showed up at the restaurant on time and paused by the doorway, casting her eyes around the interior.

Elektra was already seated in the restaurant, wearing a red dress with sleeves that flowed from her wrist to just below her shoulder. There was a slit along the bottom that allowed her neatly crossed legs to be seen, and high heels that matched the crimson dress.

She was currently chatting with one of the staff members. The place was run by members of the mafia, friends of Elektra. Everything discussed here was done so privately, nothing would leave without the permission of the two patrons.

She was sipping on a cappuccino, two menus placed in front of her, she had been polite enough to wait for her guest to order her actual meal.

Karen quietly followed the host to the table and slipped into the seat across from Elektra. She was aware of the mirror image they must present to any onlookers, the light and the dark. Like chess pieces.

"Thank you for arranging this, Elektra," she said. She was keeping her senses alert in unfamiliar territory. "I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me."

Elektra waved at the man she had been talking to, bidding him farewell for now as Karen approached with the host.

"You're welcome." Elektra replied, giving her a quick look over, followed by a smile as kind as she could muster. "The place closes in an hour, so we might as well cut to the chase. You said you had information to share with me."

Karen leaned back in the comfortable seat, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. She had guessed that the Hand didn't waste a lot of time with small talk; she was prepared to get right to the heart of the matter.

"I have information I think you'd be interested in, yes. And I need information as well. This isn't something I can get from anyone else. I had to come to you. Not ... not for a case. This is for something personal. ....Having to do with a little blond girl who isn't really a girl at all?"

Elektra listened, Karen certainly know how to catch her attention. She frowned at the mention of the girl, she picked up her cappuccino, suddenly grateful she had ordered it and not the wine she had been offered. This was obviously a conversation worth staying sober for.

The only reason someone would know about Krahllak is if they were in The Hand, trying to escape from The Hand, or if they were unfortunate enough to catch the attention of its Beast.

"What did you promise her?" She took a sip of her drink. "And did she give you a collection date?"

Karen winced. "....Me," she admitted quietly. "I promised her me."

She stared down at her hands, resting on the tabletop. "I would do it again, if I had to. I had no other choice."

Then she raised her eyes and straightened her shoulders, giving Elektra a defiant look. "But that doesn't mean I'm giving up. Contracts can be broken, right? I don't ... I don't know about ... collection." She really didn't like that term. "I was a bit distracted when I signed."

Any time she thought about that night, her mind flashed back to the image of Frank's body, crumpled like a discarded doll in the corner of the room. She pushed the memory away and focused on the present. She could fix this. Somehow.

"Yeah, distractions work in her favor. She knew what she was doing when she showed up, I don't doubt that she might have strung together events to put you in this situation. It's what she does."

"Out of all things, she's flexible. If you promise her something of equal value or more, she might be willing to accept it. You wang your soul back, find someone willing to give her theirs in exchange for yours."

"With no collection date, you have time. Desperate people make desperate decisions, and there's a city full of them. Use your resources while you can."

A chill went down her spine at Elektra's words. She really didn't want to believe that. The possibility that anything had been orchestrated to put her in the position to go to the demon for help. Certainly not that Frank might have been killed just to get to her. She couldn't believe that.

Is this what it felt like when villains went after someone you loved, because of you? It felt like shit.

"I'm ... geez, Elektra, I'm just a journalist and an investigator. I'm not even running around the city in a leather suit and a mask. I don't know why a demon would be interested in me..."

She sighed. "And I'm not trading someone else's soul for mine. I can't ... no, I can't do that. You know that." She shook her head in frustration. "But she can be bargained with. That's -- that's a start. Thank you."

"You might not be, but you're well connected to people who are." Elektra took a sip of her drink. "Breaking down the wall is the first step to breaching a city's defenses. Might be wise to check on your masked people."

"Then kiss your soul goodbye." Elektra shrugged nonchalantly, picking the menu up and flicking through it, she already had an idea of what she was in the mood for, but it didn't hurt to make sure before ordering. "It's not so bad being without one, from what I've seen it's quite freeing when it's gone. You can get whatever you need done without emotions holding you back."

"I do keep an eye on them," she retorted, her fingers flexing nervously on the table. "But ... Yes, thank you. I will check on them."

Elektra's dismissal had her bristling. "You would know about that, wouldn't you?" Her eyes widened and she clapped her jaw shut. "Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have -- I didn't mean that."

Elektra frowned at the accusatory tone Karen's voice took. She raised her eyebrows and then nodded. "Don't apologize, I want you to be honest with me. Let me know how you really feel."

"I would actually. I haven't been a good person throughout my lifetime, or even my multiple lifetimes, but I'm trying this time around. Matthew's been kind enough to give me a second chance and I don't intend on letting him down."

Karen got quiet. The ninja trying to change herself for Matt struck a cord with her. "He does do that, doesn't he? Inspire people to be better. ...He does for me, too."

The mention of Matt reminded Karen of her side of this bargain. "Speaking of Matt, you need to know that Foggy is back. He's not altogether with it right now, but he's back. I'm giving them space and letting he and Matt work things out, but ..."

She debated whether she should mention the next part, but she owed Elektra and might need her help in the future. "Foggy sent me a message after talking with Matt. He says he's suicidal. You know Matt, he feels everything. So deeply. But I didn't think it had gotten to that point."

She sighed. "So yes, I'm keeping an eye out. But he could use all the friends he could get right now, I think."

"I can't say that makes me happy. I was glad when Matt was finally beginning to move on." She replied, ever so bluntly. Though she didn't say it outloud, she didn't think that Foggy would last as he did as Matthew's partner, she was glad to see it crumble down.

Elektra's gaze narrowed hearing the second statement, there was a flicker of fear behind her eyes as soon as she processed what was being said about her Matthew. "I'll swing by to see him then."

Elektra's blunt words were to be expected, especially from someone who obviously still had feelings for Matt and didn't bother to hide them (something Karen, who hid a lot of her feelings, was rather jealous of). But more than that, Karen could see past those words, to the worry the dark-haired woman had underneath.

"I'll bet he'd like it if you did," Karen said, with a little smile. "Not that he'd say that, but you know Matt -- he'd rather be tortured than have an honest conversation about his feelings."

"He wouldn't have it any other way. He thinks no ones knows, or notices, but what he doesn't say becomes his whole life," Elektra replied, now finished with her perusing of the menu. "Whether he wants it to or not." She placed the laminated cardstock on the table and turned her gaze to Karen. "You ready to order?"

Where are you with Foggy? Did he break up with you yet?

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"I have no idea, he's made himself scarce. Again."

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"And I can't reach out to him anyways."

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"So that's just how my life is going."

"Damn. That's shitty." Elektra chimed, hands on her hips. "I could reach out to him for you, get this all sorted out. Cause as hot as it is to watch, languishing in anguish is not something I want you doing."

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"I don't want you anywhere around him. You tried to kill him."

"I tried to kill everyone, he's not special, but if you don't want my help I'll stay out of it." Elektra sat down next to him, her hand resting ontop of his and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm fine just being here so you know you're not alone."

▪︎ Matt moves his hand away from hers.

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"Why did you leave me at the gala?"

"Matthew, that gala was ages ago. Why are you still hung up on it?"

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"I would like an answer, El."

"Fine, attending the gala with you wasn't a social event. We had work to do and we got it done. Simple as that. You sneak off into that head of yours far too often."

Karen Page needs intel. But she doesn't know anything about where the Hand are located, and she's not about to ask Matt.

Instead she has her contacts on the street spread the news that she has information to trade to the Hand, and she's willing to meet in neutral territory, but she's only willing to speak to Elektra herself.

@karenpage-journalist

Elektra got wind of the news, intel was useful, but a secondary contact of her beloved Matthew was even better. Karen had both.

She sent a message via courier by way of note attached to an arrow, which lodged itself into Karen's front door, the note reads:

Meet-up in Don Peppe's, be there at 8. - EN

Karen was prepared for an invitation to a dark alley in the middle of the night. Or a crumbling, unused dock down by the waterfront. Or an empty, abandoned warehouse.

She was not prepared for a sit-down restaurant.

But she was determined to show Elektra that she trusted her. And that she could be trusted in return.

That evening Karen didn't dress for a fight, she dressed up as if for a dinner date, a simple black number that left her shoulders bare. She left her hair down. Instead of her usual purse, she brought a matching black clutch, something obviously too small to have a gun in it.

She showed up at the restaurant on time and paused by the doorway, casting her eyes around the interior.

Elektra was already seated in the restaurant, wearing a red dress with sleeves that flowed from her wrist to just below her shoulder. There was a slit along the bottom that allowed her neatly crossed legs to be seen, and high heels that matched the crimson dress.

She was currently chatting with one of the staff members. The place was run by members of the mafia, friends of Elektra. Everything discussed here was done so privately, nothing would leave without the permission of the two patrons.

She was sipping on a cappuccino, two menus placed in front of her, she had been polite enough to wait for her guest to order her actual meal.

Karen quietly followed the host to the table and slipped into the seat across from Elektra. She was aware of the mirror image they must present to any onlookers, the light and the dark. Like chess pieces.

"Thank you for arranging this, Elektra," she said. She was keeping her senses alert in unfamiliar territory. "I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me."

Elektra waved at the man she had been talking to, bidding him farewell for now as Karen approached with the host.

"You're welcome." Elektra replied, giving her a quick look over, followed by a smile as kind as she could muster. "The place closes in an hour, so we might as well cut to the chase. You said you had information to share with me."

Karen leaned back in the comfortable seat, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. She had guessed that the Hand didn't waste a lot of time with small talk; she was prepared to get right to the heart of the matter.

"I have information I think you'd be interested in, yes. And I need information as well. This isn't something I can get from anyone else. I had to come to you. Not ... not for a case. This is for something personal. ....Having to do with a little blond girl who isn't really a girl at all?"

Elektra listened, Karen certainly know how to catch her attention. She frowned at the mention of the girl, she picked up her cappuccino, suddenly grateful she had ordered it and not the wine she had been offered. This was obviously a conversation worth staying sober for.

The only reason someone would know about Krahllak is if they were in The Hand, trying to escape from The Hand, or if they were unfortunate enough to catch the attention of its Beast.

"What did you promise her?" She took a sip of her drink. "And did she give you a collection date?"

Karen winced. "....Me," she admitted quietly. "I promised her me."

She stared down at her hands, resting on the tabletop. "I would do it again, if I had to. I had no other choice."

Then she raised her eyes and straightened her shoulders, giving Elektra a defiant look. "But that doesn't mean I'm giving up. Contracts can be broken, right? I don't ... I don't know about ... collection." She really didn't like that term. "I was a bit distracted when I signed."

Any time she thought about that night, her mind flashed back to the image of Frank's body, crumpled like a discarded doll in the corner of the room. She pushed the memory away and focused on the present. She could fix this. Somehow.

"Yeah, distractions work in her favor. She knew what she was doing when she showed up, I don't doubt that she might have strung together events to put you in this situation. It's what she does."

"Out of all things, she's flexible. If you promise her something of equal value or more, she might be willing to accept it. You wang your soul back, find someone willing to give her theirs in exchange for yours."

"With no collection date, you have time. Desperate people make desperate decisions, and there's a city full of them. Use your resources while you can."

A chill went down her spine at Elektra's words. She really didn't want to believe that. The possibility that anything had been orchestrated to put her in the position to go to the demon for help. Certainly not that Frank might have been killed just to get to her. She couldn't believe that.

Is this what it felt like when villains went after someone you loved, because of you? It felt like shit.

"I'm ... geez, Elektra, I'm just a journalist and an investigator. I'm not even running around the city in a leather suit and a mask. I don't know why a demon would be interested in me..."

She sighed. "And I'm not trading someone else's soul for mine. I can't ... no, I can't do that. You know that." She shook her head in frustration. "But she can be bargained with. That's -- that's a start. Thank you."

"You might not be, but you're well connected to people who are." Elektra took a sip of her drink. "Breaking down the wall is the first step to breaching a city's defenses. Might be wise to check on your masked people."

"Then kiss your soul goodbye." Elektra shrugged nonchalantly, picking the menu up and flicking through it, she already had an idea of what she was in the mood for, but it didn't hurt to make sure before ordering. "It's not so bad being without one, from what I've seen it's quite freeing when it's gone. You can get whatever you need done without emotions holding you back."

"I do keep an eye on them," she retorted, her fingers flexing nervously on the table. "But ... Yes, thank you. I will check on them."

Elektra's dismissal had her bristling. "You would know about that, wouldn't you?" Her eyes widened and she clapped her jaw shut. "Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have -- I didn't mean that."

Elektra frowned at the accusatory tone Karen's voice took. She raised her eyebrows and then nodded. "Don't apologize, I want you to be honest with me. Let me know how you really feel."

"I would actually. I haven't been a good person throughout my lifetime, or even my multiple lifetimes, but I'm trying this time around. Matthew's been kind enough to give me a second chance and I don't intend on letting him down."

Karen got quiet. The ninja trying to change herself for Matt struck a cord with her. "He does do that, doesn't he? Inspire people to be better. ...He does for me, too."

The mention of Matt reminded Karen of her side of this bargain. "Speaking of Matt, you need to know that Foggy is back. He's not altogether with it right now, but he's back. I'm giving them space and letting he and Matt work things out, but ..."

She debated whether she should mention the next part, but she owed Elektra and might need her help in the future. "Foggy sent me a message after talking with Matt. He says he's suicidal. You know Matt, he feels everything. So deeply. But I didn't think it had gotten to that point."

She sighed. "So yes, I'm keeping an eye out. But he could use all the friends he could get right now, I think."

"I can't say that makes me happy. I was glad when Matt was finally beginning to move on." She replied, ever so bluntly. Though she didn't say it outloud, she didn't think that Foggy would last as he did as Matthew's partner, she was glad to see it crumble down.

Elektra's gaze narrowed hearing the second statement, there was a flicker of fear behind her eyes as soon as she processed what was being said about her Matthew. "I'll swing by to see him then."

ELECTRIC NACHOS!!!

@blackcatirl

"What do you want?"

Heyyy girlie! How are we?

"You didn't answer my question."

Can’t I say hello.

"No."

Okay well too bad!

"How did you find me anyways?"

Same way i found you the first time

"Great, can you do me a favor and go back to wherever you were before you found me?"

ELECTRIC NACHOS!!!

@blackcatirl

"What do you want?"

Heyyy girlie! How are we?

"You didn't answer my question."

Can’t I say hello.

"No."

Okay well too bad!

"How did you find me anyways?"

ELECTRIC NACHOS!!!

@blackcatirl

"What do you want?"

Heyyy girlie! How are we?

"You didn't answer my question."

Can’t I say hello.

"No."

Where are you with Foggy? Did he break up with you yet?

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"I have no idea, he's made himself scarce. Again."

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"And I can't reach out to him anyways."

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"So that's just how my life is going."

"Damn. That's shitty." Elektra chimed, hands on her hips. "I could reach out to him for you, get this all sorted out. Cause as hot as it is to watch, languishing in anguish is not something I want you doing."

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"I don't want you anywhere around him. You tried to kill him."

"I tried to kill everyone, he's not special, but if you don't want my help I'll stay out of it." Elektra sat down next to him, her hand resting ontop of his and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm fine just being here so you know you're not alone."

▪︎ Matt moves his hand away from hers.

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"Why did you leave me at the gala?"

"Matthew, that gala was ages ago. Why are you still hung up on it?"

ELECTRIC NACHOS!!!

@blackcatirl

"What do you want?"

Heyyy girlie! How are we?

"You didn't answer my question."

Karen Page needs intel. But she doesn't know anything about where the Hand are located, and she's not about to ask Matt.

Instead she has her contacts on the street spread the news that she has information to trade to the Hand, and she's willing to meet in neutral territory, but she's only willing to speak to Elektra herself.

@karenpage-journalist

Elektra got wind of the news, intel was useful, but a secondary contact of her beloved Matthew was even better. Karen had both.

She sent a message via courier by way of note attached to an arrow, which lodged itself into Karen's front door, the note reads:

Meet-up in Don Peppe's, be there at 8. - EN

Karen was prepared for an invitation to a dark alley in the middle of the night. Or a crumbling, unused dock down by the waterfront. Or an empty, abandoned warehouse.

She was not prepared for a sit-down restaurant.

But she was determined to show Elektra that she trusted her. And that she could be trusted in return.

That evening Karen didn't dress for a fight, she dressed up as if for a dinner date, a simple black number that left her shoulders bare. She left her hair down. Instead of her usual purse, she brought a matching black clutch, something obviously too small to have a gun in it.

She showed up at the restaurant on time and paused by the doorway, casting her eyes around the interior.

Elektra was already seated in the restaurant, wearing a red dress with sleeves that flowed from her wrist to just below her shoulder. There was a slit along the bottom that allowed her neatly crossed legs to be seen, and high heels that matched the crimson dress.

She was currently chatting with one of the staff members. The place was run by members of the mafia, friends of Elektra. Everything discussed here was done so privately, nothing would leave without the permission of the two patrons.

She was sipping on a cappuccino, two menus placed in front of her, she had been polite enough to wait for her guest to order her actual meal.

Karen quietly followed the host to the table and slipped into the seat across from Elektra. She was aware of the mirror image they must present to any onlookers, the light and the dark. Like chess pieces.

"Thank you for arranging this, Elektra," she said. She was keeping her senses alert in unfamiliar territory. "I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me."

Elektra waved at the man she had been talking to, bidding him farewell for now as Karen approached with the host.

"You're welcome." Elektra replied, giving her a quick look over, followed by a smile as kind as she could muster. "The place closes in an hour, so we might as well cut to the chase. You said you had information to share with me."

Karen leaned back in the comfortable seat, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. She had guessed that the Hand didn't waste a lot of time with small talk; she was prepared to get right to the heart of the matter.

"I have information I think you'd be interested in, yes. And I need information as well. This isn't something I can get from anyone else. I had to come to you. Not ... not for a case. This is for something personal. ....Having to do with a little blond girl who isn't really a girl at all?"

Elektra listened, Karen certainly know how to catch her attention. She frowned at the mention of the girl, she picked up her cappuccino, suddenly grateful she had ordered it and not the wine she had been offered. This was obviously a conversation worth staying sober for.

The only reason someone would know about Krahllak is if they were in The Hand, trying to escape from The Hand, or if they were unfortunate enough to catch the attention of its Beast.

"What did you promise her?" She took a sip of her drink. "And did she give you a collection date?"

Karen winced. "....Me," she admitted quietly. "I promised her me."

She stared down at her hands, resting on the tabletop. "I would do it again, if I had to. I had no other choice."

Then she raised her eyes and straightened her shoulders, giving Elektra a defiant look. "But that doesn't mean I'm giving up. Contracts can be broken, right? I don't ... I don't know about ... collection." She really didn't like that term. "I was a bit distracted when I signed."

Any time she thought about that night, her mind flashed back to the image of Frank's body, crumpled like a discarded doll in the corner of the room. She pushed the memory away and focused on the present. She could fix this. Somehow.

"Yeah, distractions work in her favor. She knew what she was doing when she showed up, I don't doubt that she might have strung together events to put you in this situation. It's what she does."

"Out of all things, she's flexible. If you promise her something of equal value or more, she might be willing to accept it. You wang your soul back, find someone willing to give her theirs in exchange for yours."

"With no collection date, you have time. Desperate people make desperate decisions, and there's a city full of them. Use your resources while you can."

A chill went down her spine at Elektra's words. She really didn't want to believe that. The possibility that anything had been orchestrated to put her in the position to go to the demon for help. Certainly not that Frank might have been killed just to get to her. She couldn't believe that.

Is this what it felt like when villains went after someone you loved, because of you? It felt like shit.

"I'm ... geez, Elektra, I'm just a journalist and an investigator. I'm not even running around the city in a leather suit and a mask. I don't know why a demon would be interested in me..."

She sighed. "And I'm not trading someone else's soul for mine. I can't ... no, I can't do that. You know that." She shook her head in frustration. "But she can be bargained with. That's -- that's a start. Thank you."

"You might not be, but you're well connected to people who are." Elektra took a sip of her drink. "Breaking down the wall is the first step to breaching a city's defenses. Might be wise to check on your masked people."

"Then kiss your soul goodbye." Elektra shrugged nonchalantly, picking the menu up and flicking through it, she already had an idea of what she was in the mood for, but it didn't hurt to make sure before ordering. "It's not so bad being without one, from what I've seen it's quite freeing when it's gone. You can get whatever you need done without emotions holding you back."

"I do keep an eye on them," she retorted, her fingers flexing nervously on the table. "But ... Yes, thank you. I will check on them."

Elektra's dismissal had her bristling. "You would know about that, wouldn't you?" Her eyes widened and she clapped her jaw shut. "Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have -- I didn't mean that."

#elektra natchios rp #marvel roleplay #mcu roleplay #mcu rp #ask answered

Elektra frowned at the accusatory tone Karen's voice took. She raised her eyebrows and then nodded. "Don't apologize, I want you to be honest with me. Let me know how you really feel."

"I would actually. I haven't been a good person throughout my lifetime, or even my multiple lifetimes, but I'm trying this time around. Matthew's been kind enough to give me a second chance and I don't intend on letting him down."

ELECTRIC NACHOS!!!

@blackcatirl

"What do you want?"

Where are you with Foggy? Did he break up with you yet?

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"I have no idea, he's made himself scarce. Again."

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"And I can't reach out to him anyways."

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"So that's just how my life is going."

"Damn. That's shitty." Elektra chimed, hands on her hips. "I could reach out to him for you, get this all sorted out. Cause as hot as it is to watch, languishing in anguish is not something I want you doing."

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"I don't want you anywhere around him. You tried to kill him."

"I tried to kill everyone, he's not special, but if you don't want my help I'll stay out of it." Elektra sat down next to him, her hand resting ontop of his and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm fine just being here so you know you're not alone."

Where are you with Foggy? Did he break up with you yet?

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"I have no idea, he's made himself scarce. Again."

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"And I can't reach out to him anyways."

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"So that's just how my life is going."