Matt Murdock (saint_matthew) wrote in wtnvgame, @ 2020-09-17 12:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !action/thread/log, â‚´inactive player: gail, â‚´inactive: matt murdock |
WHO: Matt Murdock + [One of Dena's characters]
WHEN: Thursday, September 17th, in the wee hours of the morning
WHERE: Somewhere in Night Vale
WHAT: Matt's arrival, bumping into somebody
TRIGGERS: TBA
STATUS: Ongoing
Confusion.
Only a moment before, Matt had been bracing himself as everything around him started to literally crumble down. Thousands of tons of concrete and metal in a terrifying rumble, with Elektra in his arms, sharing one last passionate kiss before they died. Then... suddenly... he wasn't.
Panic. It hit in a wave that set his heart racing. What the hell just happened? Where am I? Weak knees caused him to buckle, but he held his arms out for balance. Sightless eyes bulged while his head twisted this way and that, taking in the influx of new sensory information. There were only three things he was sure of, at the moment - he was no longer underground; this wasn't New York City; and Elektra was nowhere near. Or was she?
"Elektra? Elektra!" he shouted her name just in case, but got no response. Swallowing a lump in this throat, he took a deep, but shaky breath, to pull himself together, calm down, and try to figure out where he was.
The scents were not New York, or any other sort of large city. No skyscrapers, more trees. But there was something in the air that he couldn't identify, something disturbing and unsettling that permeated everything around him. He couldn't feel any sun upon his face, and there was the sound of crickets and peepers not far away, so night time. His face! Matt's hands flew to touch his cheeks, followed by another wave of panic - he was unmasked with his Daredevil armor on.
"Fuck." On top of everything else wrong with this situation, he could be identified.
From the taste of his own blood from the corner of his mouth, and the stringing pains in his body, he was still injured from fighting Elektra, though not serious enough that it would slow him down.
First things first. He needed a place to hide, rest, and pull himself together before figuring piecing together where he was and how he got here. From the amount of trees, Matt guessed he he was currently in some sort of park or other wooded area, with a blacktop road beneath his feet. He began to follow the road, using his echolocation to try and find the closest building.