Tracking Matt as he walked, before being distracted by his phone buzzing from the small pocket built into the wing-like fabric that connected his arms and ribs. Taking it out before firing a brief message back and placing it down and aside. "I do not blame you there. If I had a choice, I would not be near it myself. It seems rather an oxymoron, a doctor who knows magic to be real, besides, obviously, Doctor Strange, of course." A small amused noise escaped him at that. "Here is hoping, but I do not mind all the same. I know how often heroes get hurt." Michael nodded again, those eyes back to the vigilante. "I suppose that would be true for most." Martine had known him before everything. Marie and Susanna had both tricked and used him for nefarious ends, so he didn't really have that problem. Though, they were why he tended not to bother with romance anymore.
"I am not saying he should forgive me; I did attack him. More than once. I doubt that bad blood will ever be cleared up. It is what it is, as they say. I just try to do better these days." Well, that chased his thoughts from Spider-Man. "Well, now that is certainly curious." That certainly wouldn't help the magic. "And aside from being returned but with no heartbeat or breath, does she seem fine?" That tone? He's got the scientist interested now. "Oh no, it will just hurt them unless they ingest it, much like garlic. Sunlight, stakes, and beheading will kill a proper vampire."
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy," he quoted with a shrug before returning back to the couch with the extra bottle and handing it over to Michael. "I just have no need or want for it." It was a fairly closed subject for Matt Murdock when it came to the supernatural because his experiences hadn't exactly been favorable, to say the very least. "I've never been altogether comfortable with that terminology," he mentions, "I'm just someone who can do something for my neighborhood and my city that other people can't." He has never appreciated the term vigilante either, because it seems to harken back more to men like Frank Castle but it still feels somehow more appropriate than hero.
He does regret bringing up Elektra. These are questions that either he doesn't have the answer to or he doesn't particularly want to think about. "She lost her memory. Had no recollection of who I was. She got some of it back but she wasn't the same. She's dead so I don't know if it would have gotten better over time. She was different." There's still pain in those memories and he'd much rather just discuss what he should do if he happens upon a vampire. "Am I supposed to kill a vampire? In theory, I mean. Are they people, in the way that I would recognize?"
"Hamlet?" He asked, just a touch amused, but it did seem the perfect way to get him to let the topic be. Taking the offered bottle. "Thank you." Spoken once he had taken it. "Perhaps that is why I find speaking to you easier than others. Many are so quick to call themselves one or the other." As it was, he was one who agreed with what Frank does, but his associations with Frank Castle are limited by design, even if he did think the man could be the hero the Monster Metropolis needed.
"I see." He replied to the response. "I am sorry, my friend. I am not sure what would cause that. I could consult the books, but it does sound like it was in the past." That and getting his hands on those books was never an easy task for one who floated between the natural and supernatural worlds. "Not always. It is complicated; younger vampires often lack the willpower to not kill everyone they feed on. Some older vampires just enjoy inflicting pain. There are others who have broken free of the control of their makers and try to live peacefully. It is typically a case-by-case basis. So, yes, they are people, but it is complicated. There are many vampire hunters and groups who handle those kinds of threats , though; you should not have to worry much about that here."
"Calling myself a hero feels like putting on an ill-fitting suit. I help people the best I can, and I don't always to it right or do right by everyone. It feels like if I was a hero, I'd do better than I am," he replies before taking a sip of his beer. He's harder on himself than anyone else would be, of course. That could be easily attributed to Catholic guilt or all of the mistakes that he has made along the way. Those decisions had consequences, some deadly, and he doesn't ignore those failings because it's convenient.
"It was all a long time ago," he replies. Better to leave it all in the past where all of that pain and loss belongs and so it can't haunt him further by digging up the corpses of old memories. He'd rather concentrate on the present, and just what the hell he's supposed to do if he encounters a vampire. It was not a problem he expected to potentially have but this conversation has changed that focus. "Yeah, see the problem is, people tell me that I shouldn't have to deal with things and then it comes up anyway. Just my bad luck, maybe. I don't kill, so if these are still people in some kind of way, I guess it's off the table for me anyway. Complications pretty much remove that option from the equation for me and that pesky sense of morality that I have."
"At the end of the day, no one could ask more or less of you. Just from what you have told me tonight." In all honesty, he felt someone who protected others and didn't see themselves as a hero to be more deserving of the title. Not himself, of course, but anyone else who did so.
Another acknowledging noise was made; he wouldn't want to talk about it if someone was asking about Martine. As it was, he remembered he was supposed to share what happened to Emil, but it had slipped his mind for a while, and he was fine to leave it be. That was his great sin after all.
"Bad luck follows you as well?" He asked, knowing very well how that felt. "You need not deal with it; that is what the Midnight Sons and the Legion of Monsters are for. We monsters handle our own. I do not like to kill; I suffer for every life I have taken, but it is my job now to make sure creatures like me do not hurt the innocent. It may never tip the scales in my favor, but it does help."
"I ask more of myself," he replies but doesn't elaborate. He's sure he doesn't need to. The pressure put on himself is infinitely more than anything that anyone else does and the blame is even greater. There's never really going to be a time when that stops. Even tonight, he feels some measure of guilt for the fact that he's in his apartment instead of on the rooftops.
"What's that saying? If I didn't have bad luck I'd have no luck at all? That's me. It doesn't help that every fucked up thing happens in New York. Plus, vigilantes are in short supply--at least who know what they're doing--so I get pulled into things." So that was why he wasn't going to completely discount the idea of having to fight a vampire someday. It's not a fight he's looking for but he has to think that with all the strange things that crop up in the Kitchen, it's good to be prepared."Everyone says that. Someone else will be there to deal with a problem. In my experience? Things happen fast and people can't be everywhere at once. So it's better to know what to do in case of a problem."
"This I understand." Michael was much the same way; the bloodlust really didn't help, but he does the best he can with what he can. At least Matt was not on those rooftops with his foot in the shape it was in.
He couldn't help another quiet laugh at that, taking a drink then. "It seems our luck may be on par, my friend. Though I must agree, I had not anything like this until I washed up on the shore here. We do seem to have a lot of younger want-to-be vigilantes; I worry for them. So I see..."
"You have a fine point; as much as I want to argue, I know it to be true." Taking a breath, the nails are stippling on the bottle again. Clearly thinking, quiet after Matt finished for a few moments. "Could you be able to carry a torch on you while in costume? I may know a way for you to handle vampires without having to kill. It would hurt them, but not kill."
The injuries don't stop the guilt when it comes to how he feels about the tasks that he has taken on for himself. He fights hurt too often, and he knows it's going to bite him in the ass someday. At least this time he has company to act as a good distraction from the sounds of the city outside of his windows. He's not listening for the calls for help that he won't be able to answer in his current state.
The younger vigilantes are a sore spot. "I feel like patient zero," he admits, "I've been doing this a long time and more and more people are putting on masks and disguises. I don't know whether they have codes. Even if I hate it, at least I know Castle has one. All these strangers? I don't know if they intend to help or just want the clicks on youtube." It's a problem. It's also one he doesn't know how to address. He was like them once too so does he really have a leg to stand on?
The question confuses him for a moment. "A torch-torch, or a flashlight?" he asks. He is familiar with the slang but considering they're talking about vampires, it seems feasible to question. "I mean, I can carry a few things, depending on where I can strap it to a belt or to my thigh. It just depends on size and limitations."
At least if it did bite him in the ass, and Michael wasn't in prison or pulled away on some crazy job, he would show up to help if called upon. He would be pleased to know he was any help whatsoever in distracting the other from his calling while he healed.
"Who was first between you and the Spider?" He knows Peter's name, and as much as they bicker and fight, he would never admit it. Too many blood samples and time working with Curt Conners had passed for him not to see it in the blood alone. Not to mention being a vampire who has drunk his blood? He would know that scent anywhere. "I have thought for some time there should be someone the heroes have to answer to. Though, that would not work. As you say, Castle has a code; his is very different from, say, Blade's or Ghost Rider's. They cannot be measured the same as you or the Fantastic Four." He could go on a tangent here. "I saw someone dressed as a frog earlier this week." The ridiculousness of what he saw was showing in his tone. "The internet certainly has worsened it, I agree."
"Flashlight, sorry." He replied with ease; it made sense given vampires. "If you can get a strong UV flashlight, it will burn them but not kill them. I've had one used on me, and even not being a real vampire, it hurt my eyes for hours afterward. Most can't handle the burning, so they will run."
"I'm not the same sort as him. He has powers. I don't. I have abilities but I'm not impervious to injury, no healing factor, I can't jump high or make web--none of the things that make him what he is. What I'm talking about are the vigilantes who are just regular people, who seem to think that I make it seem like doing this is a possibility." Those are very different things. Regular people can't imagine themselves putting on a mask with super powers at their disposal but for some reason, some think that they can take some karate lessons and have what it takes to get into the proverbial arena. "Oversight only works if someone is going to disclose their identity or their intentions," he points out. There's usually a combination of hesitance to one or both of those things. "Yeah, I know the frog guy. Real idiot," he faintly smiles, "I really do blame the internet."
A flashlight seems like an easy fix. Or at least an easy accessory to carry should the need arise. "That makes sense. I could go with something like that. Better to be prepared. The billy clubs probably aren't going to make much difference to one." A blunt weapon is intended to end a fight with maximum efficiency and survival. That doesn't seem like it would matter much if he tangled with a vampire.
"Oh, I did not mean power-wise. Just time. I am curious who put on a suit first. Or if someone else was already doing so." He explained, another wave of his hand as he often spoke with his hands. "His powers do put him in a different caliber, yes. Though you have a fine point, without the push to do so, most with power likely wouldn't step out on the streets. I do wonder how many of these people have gotten hurt or worse." Taking a drink, weighing the thought. "No one needs that; if I had the choice, I would not have my name tied to this life. Alas, a vampire with a last name like mine? I never stood a chance." Or the dramatics of speaking in the third person using his last name those first few years. That's probably what did it. "Ahh, so he looks dumb and is an idiot. Lovely combination."
It was remarkable the things that could be stored in those costumes without changing the look too much. "It was that or a spray bottle of holy water, and I doubt that one is so easily done. Sadly no, my friend, blunt force trauma rarely works on real vampires." A touch of emphasis on that, after all, he's taken plenty of hits and stayed down for a while, where real vamps would keep getting up. "Though, if you get the right one, you could double it as another weapon; at least then it makes further use of space lost for a possibility."
"I know that's what you were asking but my point was that it doesn't matter when it comes to getting those other vigilantes on the streets. It wasn't someone who can climb walls that made them think that they could put on a ski-mask and fight crime," Matt answers with a shrug. "I'm less concerned about the people with abilities than I am with the ones who just think they do because they did a little martial arts training as a kid." Those are the ones that keep him up at night. People like Luke Cage? He can take care of himself. Not so much a dumbass kid who thinks he can stop muggings because it looks cool on Youtube. "I work pretty hard to keep my name from being tied to it, outside of the clients that I represent. I couldn't keep doing this if I was exposed." There would be too much risk there at all levels.
"I'll probably just stick with the flashlight," he answers. This is all supposed to be somewhat hypothetical to the idea that he would be in this scenario. He's certainly not outright looking for it. "I just need to be able to keep myself and other people alive. I don't think I'll be joining any vampire hunter…whatever, clubs? Any time soon. I just like to know the possibility of the threats I might face when I'm out on patrol. I definitely prefer mobsters and ninjas."
"I see." Truly, Matt was opening his eyes to it. He had lumped all the heroes into one pile in his time in New York. He had not considered that those without power could inspire more without power. Frank Castle alone was a force of nature; one may not even consider his lack of superhuman ability with just, well, everything about Frank. "That would put them in danger due to ego. I myself have no training at all; I was never in a fight in my life before I became this creature that I am. I know I could do much damage to most of those newer ones." The claws alone. Yes, he fights now and can often hold his own against Spider-Man, but that still wasn't training; it was raw vampiric strength and dumb luck. "Yes, and that could be awful if others knew."
"I thought as much, and if nothing else, it will hurt a human's eyes as well. So it may still be useful even if you never run into a vampire. Well, a real one." A small chuckle escaped the Grecian. "I would hope not, though I will have to ask Blade if they go by packs or clubs." He did love to annoy the hunter. "It is amusing to think I am more comfortable with the idea of monsters than mobsters and ninjas. Those feel more like fiction to me these days."
It has become a concern for Matt over the years as more and more talk about vigilantes has spread over New York in the wake of people like him. Whatever might be said about Frank Castle, he had a code and training that Matt didn't have to worry about him in the same way he might some teenager with hockey pads and a Halloween mask. "Ego is probably a big factor. I've likened it to a social contagion. People like me and Frank were at the beginning of it, just regular people on the surface with no apparent powers, and then it starts to spread beyond what either of us ever would have wanted." It's unfortunate but he doesn't know what to do about it. "I started training when I was a kid. Never stopped. I'm told I'm a naturally gifted fighter so what is that and what is my abilities, I'm not sure. But I've lost--badly. So it does worry me." Maybe that's just his concern for people manifesting in a different way. Who's to say.
"A blind man shining a light in someone's eyes has a little bit of impish amusement to it for me," he says with a laugh. "And vampires are still like fiction to me. Mobsters are more common than ninjas. A lot of street crime is lather-rinse-repeat. Drugs, trafficking, robberies, muggings, assaults, so on. It's not that I get bored doing what I do, but there's rhythm to it. A rhyme and reason. There's an ebb and flow to crime, too, as men try to seize power for themselves and lose or gain it."
Codes made all the difference. Morbius had not had one until he pissed off the wrong vengeful spirit, but now he can sleep without hearing screams. For the most part, his dreams were still not the best, but he no longer spilled innocent blood. "I would say it is a bigger factor than some may think, more so with the internet, as you mentioned. They want the views more than to actually help." A noise of agreement filled the air. Yes, social contagion would be a good way to say it. "Did the training start before or after the loss of your vision? Though with the perspective you have shared, I can certainly see why you would be worried. Sadly, I do not think there is much to be done about it."
"I had not considered it, but it does seem like something you could have fun with." He chuckled at that, managing a smile when the other laughed. "Normal street crime I am used to; those criminals are generally those who I end up feeding upon. But mobsters and the like, I don't believe I have crossed paths with any. If I have, I had no idea."
"That's my concern. That it's more about coming up with a cool name and getting clicks than about safety and helping people," he replies. He knows that he probably sounds like the old man bitching about the next generation coming up but it's hard not to be concerned with some of the things that he's witnessed along the way. It's a dangerous life and it's difficult not to carry guilt, especially if something goes wrong for one of the people he 'inspired.' "My dad was a boxer so I watched all of his fights and his training until I lost my vision. After that someone trained me. Someone with similar gifts to my own."
They come from very different worlds, and that's apparent. "A lot of money is dirty so maybe you have, maybe you haven't. Some try to keep hidden from public view and some embrace the idea that they can be feared and respected. It's not always the same for everyone. I've had more occasion to cross paths with them, since I tend to ruin their plans."
"It does seem that way. Again, what is the frog guy going to do? He is a liability. If I did not think it would bring trouble down to our doorstep, I would ask the citizens of the Monster Metropolis to come up and help me scare them out of it." He wouldn't risk those who put their faith in him to keep them safe. "A boxer? That must have been incredible. I have only seen it in movies, I confess. Yes, you had mentioned someone had to train you; I suppose something like fate must have led him to find you."
Or something else, but he would rather not dig too deep.
A blind vigilante lawyer and a morally gray scientist turned pseudo-vampire. Very different worlds indeed. Perhaps even before Michael's experiment. "That I could believe; if it was easily seen, too many would find it glamorous and wish to be part of it. It is good you are there to stop their plans." His phone buzzed again as he looked down at it. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." He muttered as he swiped a response carefully. "I will sadly have to take my leave soon."
"The frog guy is an idiot, full stop." Matt doesn't even rank him, if he's being honest. "I don't want to invite more trouble to it. I know that eventually some kind of natural selection will occur, and my hope is only that it doesn't involve them dying for it to happen." Injuries or fear might be enough to take them out of it and Matt hopes that it's without a truly great cost. "He lost a lot more than he won, but I learned a lot from him. It influences how I fight today." He doesn't think he can call Stick fortuitous. Something brought him to Matt and he'll never be able to know exactly what it was.
"I stop what I can. I'm not always successful." The vibration of the phone and the note that he has to depart earns a small nod from Matt. "Of course. I'll walk you out." Even if his foot is wounded, he still wants to be a good host. He pulls himself to his feet to lead the way to the door. "Thank you for the conversation. It's been enlightening. I'm not sure I love knowing just what else goes bump in the night, but I'm glad I do."
"Hopefully not, but only time will tell." He agreed, standing as he listened to Matt. "It sounds like he had a lot of spirit to keep going if his losses outnumbered the wins." It was something almost admirable.
"Thank you, but please be sure to rest that foot afterwards." He chastised, knowing if he were in Matt's place, he would walk someone to the door with a broken foot too. "This was nice; I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime. So long as it does not cut into your hero time." There goes that buzzing again. "Do take care, Mr. Murdock."
He does wince a bit when he gets up and he knows that he really should be off of his foot. Still, a need for politeness prevails and he just smiles when he's chastised for it. He expects it from a doctor. "I will. I'll go back to putting it up and try to stay off of it." For how long, he's not entirely sure. As long as he can tolerate being stationary, he supposes. That doesn't really fill him with a lot of optimism. "It was nice. Any time our schedules align," he agrees. That's the hard part. Matt burns that proverbial candle at both ends and most of his nights, barring those injuries, are spent on the streets. "I will. You too."
After Michael leaves, Matt closes the door and returns to putting his foot up. Doctor's orders.
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"I am not saying he should forgive me; I did attack him. More than once. I doubt that bad blood will ever be cleared up. It is what it is, as they say. I just try to do better these days." Well, that chased his thoughts from Spider-Man. "Well, now that is certainly curious." That certainly wouldn't help the magic. "And aside from being returned but with no heartbeat or breath, does she seem fine?" That tone? He's got the scientist interested now. "Oh no, it will just hurt them unless they ingest it, much like garlic. Sunlight, stakes, and beheading will kill a proper vampire."
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He does regret bringing up Elektra. These are questions that either he doesn't have the answer to or he doesn't particularly want to think about. "She lost her memory. Had no recollection of who I was. She got some of it back but she wasn't the same. She's dead so I don't know if it would have gotten better over time. She was different." There's still pain in those memories and he'd much rather just discuss what he should do if he happens upon a vampire. "Am I supposed to kill a vampire? In theory, I mean. Are they people, in the way that I would recognize?"
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"I see." He replied to the response. "I am sorry, my friend. I am not sure what would cause that. I could consult the books, but it does sound like it was in the past." That and getting his hands on those books was never an easy task for one who floated between the natural and supernatural worlds. "Not always. It is complicated; younger vampires often lack the willpower to not kill everyone they feed on. Some older vampires just enjoy inflicting pain. There are others who have broken free of the control of their makers and try to live peacefully. It is typically a case-by-case basis. So, yes, they are people, but it is complicated. There are many vampire hunters and groups who handle those kinds of threats , though; you should not have to worry much about that here."
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"It was all a long time ago," he replies. Better to leave it all in the past where all of that pain and loss belongs and so it can't haunt him further by digging up the corpses of old memories. He'd rather concentrate on the present, and just what the hell he's supposed to do if he encounters a vampire. It was not a problem he expected to potentially have but this conversation has changed that focus. "Yeah, see the problem is, people tell me that I shouldn't have to deal with things and then it comes up anyway. Just my bad luck, maybe. I don't kill, so if these are still people in some kind of way, I guess it's off the table for me anyway. Complications pretty much remove that option from the equation for me and that pesky sense of morality that I have."
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Another acknowledging noise was made; he wouldn't want to talk about it if someone was asking about Martine. As it was, he remembered he was supposed to share what happened to Emil, but it had slipped his mind for a while, and he was fine to leave it be. That was his great sin after all.
"Bad luck follows you as well?" He asked, knowing very well how that felt. "You need not deal with it; that is what the Midnight Sons and the Legion of Monsters are for. We monsters handle our own. I do not like to kill; I suffer for every life I have taken, but it is my job now to make sure creatures like me do not hurt the innocent. It may never tip the scales in my favor, but it does help."
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"What's that saying? If I didn't have bad luck I'd have no luck at all? That's me. It doesn't help that every fucked up thing happens in New York. Plus, vigilantes are in short supply--at least who know what they're doing--so I get pulled into things." So that was why he wasn't going to completely discount the idea of having to fight a vampire someday. It's not a fight he's looking for but he has to think that with all the strange things that crop up in the Kitchen, it's good to be prepared."Everyone says that. Someone else will be there to deal with a problem. In my experience? Things happen fast and people can't be everywhere at once. So it's better to know what to do in case of a problem."
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He couldn't help another quiet laugh at that, taking a drink then. "It seems our luck may be on par, my friend. Though I must agree, I had not anything like this until I washed up on the shore here. We do seem to have a lot of younger want-to-be vigilantes; I worry for them. So I see..."
"You have a fine point; as much as I want to argue, I know it to be true." Taking a breath, the nails are stippling on the bottle again. Clearly thinking, quiet after Matt finished for a few moments. "Could you be able to carry a torch on you while in costume? I may know a way for you to handle vampires without having to kill. It would hurt them, but not kill."
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The younger vigilantes are a sore spot. "I feel like patient zero," he admits, "I've been doing this a long time and more and more people are putting on masks and disguises. I don't know whether they have codes. Even if I hate it, at least I know Castle has one. All these strangers? I don't know if they intend to help or just want the clicks on youtube." It's a problem. It's also one he doesn't know how to address. He was like them once too so does he really have a leg to stand on?
The question confuses him for a moment. "A torch-torch, or a flashlight?" he asks. He is familiar with the slang but considering they're talking about vampires, it seems feasible to question. "I mean, I can carry a few things, depending on where I can strap it to a belt or to my thigh. It just depends on size and limitations."
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"Who was first between you and the Spider?" He knows Peter's name, and as much as they bicker and fight, he would never admit it. Too many blood samples and time working with Curt Conners had passed for him not to see it in the blood alone. Not to mention being a vampire who has drunk his blood? He would know that scent anywhere. "I have thought for some time there should be someone the heroes have to answer to. Though, that would not work. As you say, Castle has a code; his is very different from, say, Blade's or Ghost Rider's. They cannot be measured the same as you or the Fantastic Four." He could go on a tangent here. "I saw someone dressed as a frog earlier this week." The ridiculousness of what he saw was showing in his tone. "The internet certainly has worsened it, I agree."
"Flashlight, sorry." He replied with ease; it made sense given vampires. "If you can get a strong UV flashlight, it will burn them but not kill them. I've had one used on me, and even not being a real vampire, it hurt my eyes for hours afterward. Most can't handle the burning, so they will run."
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A flashlight seems like an easy fix. Or at least an easy accessory to carry should the need arise. "That makes sense. I could go with something like that. Better to be prepared. The billy clubs probably aren't going to make much difference to one." A blunt weapon is intended to end a fight with maximum efficiency and survival. That doesn't seem like it would matter much if he tangled with a vampire.
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It was remarkable the things that could be stored in those costumes without changing the look too much. "It was that or a spray bottle of holy water, and I doubt that one is so easily done. Sadly no, my friend, blunt force trauma rarely works on real vampires." A touch of emphasis on that, after all, he's taken plenty of hits and stayed down for a while, where real vamps would keep getting up. "Though, if you get the right one, you could double it as another weapon; at least then it makes further use of space lost for a possibility."
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"I'll probably just stick with the flashlight," he answers. This is all supposed to be somewhat hypothetical to the idea that he would be in this scenario. He's certainly not outright looking for it. "I just need to be able to keep myself and other people alive. I don't think I'll be joining any vampire hunter…whatever, clubs? Any time soon. I just like to know the possibility of the threats I might face when I'm out on patrol. I definitely prefer mobsters and ninjas."
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"I thought as much, and if nothing else, it will hurt a human's eyes as well. So it may still be useful even if you never run into a vampire. Well, a real one." A small chuckle escaped the Grecian. "I would hope not, though I will have to ask Blade if they go by packs or clubs." He did love to annoy the hunter. "It is amusing to think I am more comfortable with the idea of monsters than mobsters and ninjas. Those feel more like fiction to me these days."
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"A blind man shining a light in someone's eyes has a little bit of impish amusement to it for me," he says with a laugh. "And vampires are still like fiction to me. Mobsters are more common than ninjas. A lot of street crime is lather-rinse-repeat. Drugs, trafficking, robberies, muggings, assaults, so on. It's not that I get bored doing what I do, but there's rhythm to it. A rhyme and reason. There's an ebb and flow to crime, too, as men try to seize power for themselves and lose or gain it."
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"I had not considered it, but it does seem like something you could have fun with." He chuckled at that, managing a smile when the other laughed. "Normal street crime I am used to; those criminals are generally those who I end up feeding upon. But mobsters and the like, I don't believe I have crossed paths with any. If I have, I had no idea."
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They come from very different worlds, and that's apparent. "A lot of money is dirty so maybe you have, maybe you haven't. Some try to keep hidden from public view and some embrace the idea that they can be feared and respected. It's not always the same for everyone. I've had more occasion to cross paths with them, since I tend to ruin their plans."
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Or something else, but he would rather not dig too deep.
A blind vigilante lawyer and a morally gray scientist turned pseudo-vampire. Very different worlds indeed. Perhaps even before Michael's experiment. "That I could believe; if it was easily seen, too many would find it glamorous and wish to be part of it. It is good you are there to stop their plans." His phone buzzed again as he looked down at it. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." He muttered as he swiped a response carefully. "I will sadly have to take my leave soon."
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"I stop what I can. I'm not always successful." The vibration of the phone and the note that he has to depart earns a small nod from Matt. "Of course. I'll walk you out." Even if his foot is wounded, he still wants to be a good host. He pulls himself to his feet to lead the way to the door. "Thank you for the conversation. It's been enlightening. I'm not sure I love knowing just what else goes bump in the night, but I'm glad I do."
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"Thank you, but please be sure to rest that foot afterwards." He chastised, knowing if he were in Matt's place, he would walk someone to the door with a broken foot too. "This was nice; I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime. So long as it does not cut into your hero time." There goes that buzzing again. "Do take care, Mr. Murdock."
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After Michael leaves, Matt closes the door and returns to putting his foot up. Doctor's orders.