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Otherwordly Meme

Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

( A cleanup of the previous Otherwordly Meme. )

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Matt Murdock || Marvel

[trustinthedevil]

01. cheiloproclitic

02. l'appel du vide

03. funambulism

04. Pick your own.

[dannyrand]

[/wants all these things, yes.]

"What's it like for you?" Danny asks, lacing his fingers with Matt's as they walk along the narrow ledge of the Rand building, it's a good view of Harlem from here, even if the city is quiet tonight. Danny had been working late and Matt's visit was the perfect excuse for a break.

He likes it up here, even if his partner can't enjoy the same view. "Heights I mean..."

[trustinthedevil]

"Hmm?"

Matt has no problems maneuvering. His steps are as light and sure as Danny's, and the question makes him smile. He just shrugs.

"Freeing?" Matt laughs at his answer. "Above the noise and the stress of the city, you can't get that anywhere else. I don't know you. If you can't see the fall, there's no reason to fear it."

[dannyrand]

"I'm not afraid it's just..." He turns to walk backwards a few steps, if only because they can't walk side by side.

"You look down and there's this thrill, like in the pit of your stomach because you're up so high." He reaches up to stroke Matt's cheek.

[trustinthedevil]

"I know you're not." Matt can hear that he's not, Danny's heart is as steady as ever.

Matt turns his head into the touch, trying to press a kiss to Danny's palm. His smile just grows. "That's my favorite part. The weightlessness when you finally jump, the feeling of your gravity shifting and your stomach dropping." It must be the same feeling as looking down, or something similar. "I remember, I think, from when I was a kid, when I was somewhere high and I'd look down ... My feet would tingle?"

[dannyrand]

Danny pulls him close because he can't resist a touch, fingers brushing his temples, pulling for a moment until he can rest their foreheads together.

"Are we gonna jump?"

[trustinthedevil]

"Only if you want to."

But they always end up jumping. Matt, especially, can never resist it, though maybe this isn't the time or place for it. Nevermind that he knows exactly where the surrounding buildings are. He's had practice at this one.

[dannyrand]

He laughs, because of course he does. "Hang on." He has to tug off his suit jacket first, leaving it with his shoes by the roof access.

"Want to make it a race?"

[trustinthedevil]

"If you're fine with losing."

Matt laughs, too. He steps off the ledge, because a running start is always the best. But first, while they're both on a more secure part of the roof, Matt tugs Danny into a light kiss.

"Where are we racing to?"

[dannyrand]

"Only when you're cheating." He bumps their mouths together, then turns his gaze towards the city with a thoughtful little hum, curling his fingers into Matt's belt-loops together to pull him close for the moment.

"The park?"

[trustinthedevil]

"Me? Cheat?" Matt scoffs, giving Danny another kiss before he shrugs off his own jacket to set alongside Danny's. Not that he's a stranger to running through the city all dressed up, but, well. It's a race. He abandons the tie, too.

"If anything, I'm at a disadvantage, what with us being in Harlem." He pats Danny's hip. "All right. I'll even let you do the count down."

[dannyrand]

"Yes, you." He pulls away and stretches a little, even though he doesn't really need to.

"Then I'll warn you to watch for that drop in two blocks." He lines up with Matt, bumping their shoulders. "Count of three?"

And of course, because Danny's actually the dirty cheater. "One.... three" and bolts ahead in a sprint and dives off the roof.

[trustinthedevil]

Luckily, Matt knows Danny, and he can feel the tension build in the man beside him that gives away his early start. He laughs as he bolts after Danny, foot hitting the ledge before he goes jumping over it. He decides not to follow Danny. Danny knows Harlem, and would know - if he felt sneaky - how to throw Matt for a loop. So Matt goes the way he knows.

There are moments where he loses track of Danny and finds him again. At least it lets Matt know that he's on the right track.

[dannyrand]

He figures out early on that Matt isn't on his heels, so he turns it more into a game of hide and seek, taking the long way around one building as he catches sight of his partner again. The trick is trying to make his way around behind Matt with out him catching on.

[trustinthedevil]

After a bit, Matt catches on that something isn't quite right. By now, he and Danny should be pretty much on the same path, but he can't figure out where his boyfriend is. He comes to a stop on a roof. It could be that Danny ran into trouble somewhere, and it could be that Danny has already made it to the park. Either way, that means Matt can take his time now, more careful as he traverses Harlem.

4.

[quemar]

The Ghost Rider is in Hell's Kitchen, and poetic irony aside, it's... not ideal, exactly. East LA is home for him. His brother's there. He knows the hood. He knows who needs to be put down, which scores need settling—and there aren't any other vigilantes around to make things difficult. Last vigilante he'd run afoul of got him caught up in a whole SHIELD mess after all, and he's not interested in repeat performances.

But, still. He knows when his special brand of deadly is of more use than in the neighborhood killing gangbangers, and magical resurrecting ninjas is the sort of party the Rider is more capable than most of crashing. And crash he does, though he only finds two tonight: neither tells him anything useful, so he turns them into ash. They've run guns, and trafficked humans, they've killed and worse. They deserved it.

He could have left it at that, taken off immediately like he usually does, but he's heard as many stories as anyone else about the devil of Hell's Kitchen, so he puts his face back on and loiters just a little bit. Keys in hand, flipping them into his palm just to hear them clink. He's not afraid. He's convinced this can't get back to him the way things in LA could.

When Daredevil shows, Robbie looks him over. The horns, the bright red covering his eyes... maybe not as dramatic as a skull on fire, but he's certainly picked his theme. Robbie has been curious since the news reports started, so he straightens up, smelling like nothing but fire and car exhaust: no sweat, no blood, nothing. His voice is a little hoarse, and naturally quiet. "Did you make a deal with the devil too?" What an interesting way to say hello, or this isn't what it looks like, honest!

[trustinthedevil]

When someone new comes into the kitchen, Matt knows. Word spreads like wildfire when you know what to listen to, though the word on the street is vague. Matt's always preferred to figure out what's going on by himself, anyway, and in the fifteen block radius, well. He's bound to run into something.

He's not expecting it when he does.

The members of the Hand that he's been after, he loses too easily. Like they stop existing all together. Which isn't even the weirdest part, because when he finds who he's been ultimately seeking, there's something ... Off. Not like anything Matt's encountered, at least, which puts him on guard.

"What?"

[quemar]

"Your soul, for something," he elaborates, a hair reluctantly, frowning. He looks tense, which makes sense, Robbie supposes. He's pretty territorial about East LA, maybe this guy considers Hell's Kitchen his stomping grounds. Maybe he just doesn't like strangers. Maybe he's tense all the time.

Still, that's probably a no, then.

Well, he didn't actually expect anything, he'd just. Thought, you know, maybe.

Dubiously: "Or do you just dress like that?"

[trustinthedevil]

All things considered, the fact that the guy said too shouldn't be that strange. A lot happens in New York, in Hell's Kitchen, that maybe selling your soul to the devil isn't that out of the ordinary, but Matt finds the notion absurd. In the grand scheme of God and Satan, Heaven and Hell, Matt has a pretty good idea of who he thinks he's fighting for. Horns not withstanding.

"If the shoe fits," he replies. Would the devil himself enjoy having someone like Matt crusading under his name? And doesn't the word devil itself now refer to demons as a whole. It's not important.

"Is there something I can do for you?"

[quemar]

Robbie's eyes narrow. That's interesting.

Mostly it's a nice change of pace from the bizarrely insistent skepticism from the people who dealt with aliens and monsters all the time.

"It's already done," he jerks his chin towards where the Hand's ninjas had been dispatched by his inner demons, as it were. It's an unpleasant business, getting on the Ghost Rider's bad side, so it's probably a good sign that Robbie doesn't sense anything particularly damning about Daredevil. "Unless you know where the rest of them are."

[trustinthedevil]

There's a huff from the man in the mask. Matt can only assume he means the two Hand members, and given that Matt can't detect them, he knows they're dead. His jaw clenches.

"I can take care of them."

He's got a pretty personal vendetta with them, after all, and he's been trained to fight them. This isn't anyone else's fight.

[quemar]

Robbie snorts in return, flipping his keys over his fingers and into his palm and clutching them there with a clink, an almost-nervous twitch. Coming down off the adrenaline rush of being the Rider and feeling restless in the shape of his own skin. Flip, clink. Flip, clink. "You've got no idea where they're hiding," he guesses after a moment of consideration over Matt's non-answer, looking Daredevil up and down.

He doesn't know what they are to Daredevil, only that they've done enough to the people of New York that they caught the devil's attention. There are so many victims who need so much vengeance. Who better to deliver?

Robbie is maybe a little arrogant in his belief that he's the solution to the problem. Just a smidge. He shrugs, flipping his keys one last time to find the one that goes in the ignition. "If you're smart you won't make this more difficult for yourself than it needs to be."

[trustinthedevil]

Matt's jaw sets, just the thin line of his mouth visible beneath the hard edge of his mask. He doesn't like people barging into his neighbourhood and causing problems. Everyone is still reeling from the mess The Punisher left behind, and Matt doesn't need someone new coming in here and ruining it all.

"You should take your own advice. You don't know what you're getting into, and I don't need to be running around cleaning up your messes."

[quemar]

Well, this went from disappointing to insulting right quick. Robbie shoots him a Look that he doesn't realize Matt has no way of appreciating, riding the line between incredulous—he didn't expect a thank you, but he's doing something that needs to be done here—and irritated. Offended. This guy throws more shade than SHIELD. "Cleaned up my own mess just fine tonight," he fires back, throwing an arm out in the general direction of where the zombie ninjas used to be, before the Rider had his way with them.

[trustinthedevil]

"I'll consider it as you just getting lucky."

Because there are more, plenty more, where that came from. And Matt doesn't know they're disintegrated, so as far as he's concerned, the Hand will just bring them back. Or whatever it is they do.

"You're out of your depth here. Go home."