Matthew Murdock has horns holding up his halo. (the_daredevil) wrote in knowhereic, @ 2017-09-12 17:53:00 |
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Matthew Murdock was standing outside the barracks, not minding his own business. It wasn’t outside of the norm, because Matt was accustomed to listening to other’s problems, both up front and far away. This gave him a good sense of where his future income was going to be coming from, by locating what areas nearby had people that needed some help and might provide some income. Maybe he could even pull off being like Robin Hood, with a no kill policy.
Lucky for his future employment outlook, it seemed like Knowhere really was a free for all and law was not the rule of the land. There was no shortage of space thieves, criminals, and shady loan sharks collecting on someone who had nothing left to give.
Elektra wasn’t exactly non-pulsed by her arrival to Knowhere. In fact, she was annoyed. She’d finally broken free of everything that kept her from truly being herself only to be whisked away to some magical space head where none of it mattered. She only half listened to the talking dog’s spiel about how things worked around the cranium and when he was done she asked the only question that really mattered.
“Is Matthew Murdock here?”
She hadn’t expected the answer she got, either. She figured it was a long shot if he was here at all, but there were two of them? Well, perhaps this place was made of dreams come true.
That was all Elektra really needed to know, so she got up from the chair in front of Cosmo and set off for the Barracks where she was told Matthew lived.
Meanwhile, her Matt, standing outside of the barracks, was listening to a loan shark with surprisingly good English try to convince some poor sap (that couldn't form a full sentence), that they didn't want their arms, legs, or antenna broken. The option to break everything came up, and Matt was left gripping his cane tight in both hands, about ready to bolt off in that direction.
Sure, he didn't know the area like the back of his hand, like he did in Hell's Kitchen. That wouldn't stop him. What did stop him, was that the little guy finally talked the big guy out of squashing him. With the promise to pay double later on.
With a huge sigh of relief, Matt started to relax. He never fully got to, because he swore he heard the sounds of what seemed like familiar footsteps through the din. Even if it was a fluke, his head tilted so he could pick up on any sounds.
A wicked smile spread out across Elektra’s facial features as she approached Matthew and saw he was already listening intently. No doubt he already knew she was there. She lightly fingered the twin sai hanging at her hips as she stopped in front of him.
“Hello Matthew,” she said calmly and with no small amount of amusement. “You’ve been a bad boy. This isn’t where I left you at all.” Though, there was really no way for Elektra to know which Matthew Murdock this was. She could only hope he was the right one and by the look on his face she figured she hit the mark just right.
She had hit a bullseye, because this Matt's eyebrows were raised way up over the top of his glasses. His heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice. Before that, it was impossible to decide if he felt elation or dread when those footsteps drew nearer. It was probably an equal mixture of both and he wondered if feeling one percent more overjoyed than filled with dread was a bad thing. Bad for everyone else around them, probably? He knew he had to worry about everyone else more, and less about himself.
"The nuns will have to find me first, if they want to smack me with a ruler," he joked, once he was able to find his voice again. It was a good way to let her know that he was who she was looking for, unless the other him had that memory too. More complications. He had to be more obvious. Captain Obvious level obvious.
"I told you that if you run, I run with you. Remember that? Can't blame me for keeping my word. Now you need to find us a sexy place to hide."
Elektra shifted her weight as she watched Matthew with intent, her fingers still hovering around the sai strapped to her legs. She hadn’t decided yet whether or not she wanted to kill him. She wanted him dead, yes, but could it really be by her own hand? Not if she wanted him to ever forgive her.
“You didn’t follow me here, Matthew,” Elektra shot back. “You have as much choice in being here as I do. Don’t try to make this chance encounter seem purposeful or romantic. It’s not,” she bristled before calming down and softening a bit. “It’s good to see you. I’ve missed you.” It wasn’t a lie.
By then, he was more than honed in and heard every sound. It was Elektra. It wasn't any sort of facsimile or fluke that God or the universe was playing on him. Again, he wasn't sure how this would go, given the way things ended. Fate didn't seem to be done with them. Not yet.
While he was ready to fight, he was also relieved to hear her voice one more time. As much as he loved her - and he did - he was still going to try to temper that longing with some semblance of reason.
"Oh my god," he half-laughed in disbelief, shaking his head at her and her attitude. "I was just making sure it was really you, by saying something only you would remember. I wasn't trying to make it romantic. But it is purposeful. I'll still try to stop you, if you give me a reason to. After all we've been through, I'd really like it if it doesn't come to that."
Matt had hope. He still wanted to believe there were a few shreds of good in her. There had to be. After all, she hadn't killed him. Yet.
Just to flip her some shit, he grinned and added, "Hope you're not disappointed about the lack of romantic overtures."
“I think try there is the operative word,” Elektra replied with a smirk. She didn’t really believe that Matthew could stop her from doing exactly what she wanted to do. The problem was she wasn’t exactly sure what that was yet. She still needed to figure that all out.
“And why wouldn’t it be me? Is there another Elektra running around here that I’ll need to deal with?” As in, murder ruthlessly. There was only room for one Elektra in the world as far as she was concerned. “I’ve heard rumor there’s two of you. Oh, I can’t wait to get my hands on the both of you!” Her voice was full of excitement, like the ideas of what she could do with two Matthews was endless.
“Aw, you’ve hurt my feelings,” Elektra mock pouted. “Here I thought we would continue our whirlwind romance. Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
He couldn’t get too sarcastic. Matt knew if he pissed her off, that she might stab him with the mere intent to cause pain, just for kicks and giggles. Then he wouldn't be able to find out what Elektra’s current agenda and mindset was. While he wasn't afraid for his own well being at all, he did want to know what she might be up to. It also wasn’t wise to cause a scene in public, and potentially raise more suspicion about who he was or what he could do. Those two things were separate sides, and he still felt a lot more comfortable with a proverbial wall kept between them. Especially if he was going to go around trying to instill a little peace by beating on bad guys with his fists. He was sure that was going to make him more enemies than friends.
"You sound so thrilled that there’s two of me. I think it’s overboard. Too much potential guilt. I also think that one of you is enough." Matt's voice was a little too sweet sounding, with an undercurrent of sarcasm. There was a lot of fondness and familiarity in his tone of voice, too. "Come in to my humble abode. Don't expect much? It's cheap and you can make fun of it."
He motioned toward the entrance and waited for her to start walking. He wasn't going first because that would mean turning his back to her. Side by side was better for keeping an eye on her every move.
“Oh, I am,” Elektra responded. The idea of two Matthews had her mind racing with all the fun she could have. She was very much into it, very much. “One of me is quite enough, you’re right,” Elektra agreed, glad she wouldn’t have to worry about that being a problem.
She eyed Matthew as he waited for her to walk with him into the barracks. It was amusing to her that he was so on edge. She knew he was wondering whether or not she would kiss him or stab him and she liked keeping him guessing.
They walked in silence to where Matt was staying inside the barracks. Once there, he waited for her to choose if she wanted to sit or to stand. He didn’t even offer. He knew damn well that they were both equally bad at following suggestions and directions from anyone else, even from one another.
Elektra clicked her tongue on the top of her roof and shook her head as soon as she saw where Matthew was staying. “Oh, no, no no, no,” she said. “This won’t do at all.”
Good news. It didn’t seem like she was going to stab him while the shock of his living conditions was occupying her thoughts. Maybe it was so tacky and bland that not even a corpse would liven it up. Then again, Matt considered that Elektra might decide to decorate by painting the walls with his blood. Oh well. Better the frenemy you knowand love, than the enemy you don’t.
Regardless of any potential danger, Matt still had undeniable feelings for her, even then. It probably wasn't good for his well-being, but he wasn’t a good judge when it came to his well being, anyway. That’s why he frequently limped home all bloody and busted up.
"Oh, it won’t do?” he said with a laugh. “Yeah, well. It's what I can afford, which is nothing right now. I can’t exactly order out for Thai and, even if I had wine, you'd call it cheap anyway."Sassy.
Elektra gave Matthew a look that very clearly said she was not amused. “If it’s money you need, that shouldn’t be hard to get,” she shot back. She left the how open to interpretation, but when it involved Elektra you could be almost certain violence and death was going to be involved somehow.
“But if you insist on staying in this rat infested cesspool then there’s only one question left.” She paused and gave a small smirk. “Should I take the top bunk or the bottom?”Good job, little Miss Sass Master.
Matt did a double take at Elektra. He had been giving her a shit-eating grin to counteract her unamused stare. Past tense. That grin was gone.
He had also been on the verge of openly admitting that he would have really missed hearing the sound of her voice if he was dead, and that just because he loved her didn't mean it gave her a free pass to kill and pillage. He'd get around to those topics right after he un-scrambled his brain.
"...what?" He balked at her. "You're staying here too? You. Here. In this. While I'm sleeping."
That last part was important.
Elektra laughed at Matthew’s alarm. It amused her and quite frankly he should be scared. Elektra still hadn’t completely decided what she was going to do with him, but she was pretty sure at this point that killing him herself was out of the question.
“You’re not the only one without any money, Matthew. Why? Do you think I’ll do something untoward to your personage while you’re sleeping?” That was a rhetorical question. Of course she would.
“I guess if you don’t want me sleeping in the same room as you, you’ll just have to help me find a way to get some money, won’t you? Be a doll and help an old friend out? Besides, I imagine you’ll want to keep an eye on me, won’t you?”
Elektra took a step toward Matt to try and close the distance between them. She was searching his face and although he couldn’t see it she most certainly had those sex eyes going on.
He had no clue as to any master plans she had as far as killing him, but he wouldn't put anything past her anymore. He also wasn't about to be intimidated by his ex-girlfriend...or his...whatever they were now. He took his glasses off and stepped closer to her, before speaking in a purposefully low and very sexy voice.
"I'd rather you did things to me while I was awake. And I'll help you make money, as long as there's no killing involved and some good can come out of it. There are people here that need help and plenty of criminals. If we rob from the crooked to help the poor, and take whatever rewards we can get from those bad guys? Yes, we can help each other.
"So if you want to stay here? Sure." He flashed her a winning smile. "You can take the top bunk."
Because if she tried to get down off it, he'd hear her. He was only a heavy sleeper after a bender or if he was injured.
“We can talk about the specifics later,” read: there would be killing involved. Probably. Most likely, anyway. That wasn’t really what she wanted to be doing right then. She wanted to be doing Matthew. They’d waited long enough as far as she was concerned.
“How about I take the bottom bunk? With you in it?”