THERE WERE THOSE WHO DWELLED IN DARKNESS AND THE SHADOW OF DEATH,

[catholicisms]

characters: matt and hopefully other people
location: all over
date/time: septemberish???
content: matt is doing stuff??
warnings: i forgot how bad i am at making open posts. other than that not so far

THE INVINCIBLE. ( if there's one thing Matt has really come to miss, it is access to easy takeout. he's not a cook and never has been, even though he can manage it if he tries to. he just doesn't care to try and has always preferred to pick the easy way out. so he hits up the Invincible once a day, give or take, to scrounge up something to eat. mostly for breakfast, paired with bad coffee, but he'll mix it up and take his dinner or lunch there on occasion. he's quiet, keeps to himself, usually eats and heads back out again. occasionally he'll stop and make small talk. he might even ask someone to read the bulletin for him, because he really hates having his tablet monotone it at him. on other occasions, though, he'll make good on what the sign behind the bar commands and will do the only job he feels suitable to complete. if you sit at the bar, he will make you something, and god bless you for being brave enough to give that a shot. Matt seems oddly amused to pour drinks, so are you going to tell him he can't? ) What are you having? ( he'll ask, and no matter the order, he'll probably just give you a shot of whatever bottle he has. good enough, right? better than when he somehow distinctly avoids giving people what they ask for, it's almost like he's messing with you... but go ahead, order something. maybe the blind guy can help you out. ) HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS. locked to 1 response, please! ( shortly after the arrival of new recruits, Matt is having his breakfast as he usually does, only there's something a bit different. his tablet is with him and let me tell you, that's a rarity. he pretty much only touches the damn thing when he's got nothing better to do, and when he's completely alone. sadly, he's tried and failed to figure this out on his own, and he's forced to concede defeat. whatever is on the thumbdrive left for him, he can't figure it out without help. Matt even gives it a last ditch effort, blindly tapping and even making a mutter of frustration. before he throws the tablet and the thumbdrive both for annoying him, he forces himself to do what he hates the most. whoever makes the mistake of walking past him will just have to suffer the consequences. ) Sorry, can you help me? Do you know anything about how to use this? ( Matt taps on the thumbdrive, to make his question obvious. ) I can't figure out what is on it, I can't get the accessibility features to work. THE GYM. ( Matt has done his fair bit of exploring, yet he hadn't known about the gym until it was mentioned at the meeting. and of course, despite the small crowd of people mentioning their desire to know how to protect themselves, he'd said nothing about it and just creeped off in the dark to check it out on his own. he's intentionally avoided visiting when people are present, though Matt knows there's plenty of opportunity to be walked in on. he's not doing anything remarkable, just wandering the place with his walking stick and feeling the place out. literally, he's touching everything, and occasionally making a face about how dirty it is. the only thing mildly remarkable is the drill he runs on the punching bag. though his form is somewhat lazy and one handed at that, the easy way he does it screams it's not his first set and probably not his last. but what's wrong with that, right? even blind guys should be allowed to exercise! ) THE WOODS. ( Matt likes a routine, and another he's grown into since arrival — especially recently — is wandering the treeline. the insects make the place seem a little less vacant, and while it's not the pleasant noise of his city, it is practically enjoyable. he also figures if anything is approaching, it'll probably come from the woods, and the proximity means he might just hear it. that said, if someone wanders a little too close, Matt will lift a hand in warning. ) Careful, ( he suggests gently. ) Not too noisy. ( the reason might not be readily apparent, but, look around a bit and you can spot the spirit that is probably blending in incredibly well with the foliage. Matt has no idea how to be a plant spirit parent, though he figures communing in nature is a part of the deal. so yes, he brings the baby out here frequently. ) WILDCARD. not feeling any of these? feel free to wildcard me or hit me up via pm or meowed to chat about something else! also, if you haven't, please fill out matt's permissions!!!

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I am so sorry

[primordialerebus]

[ She perks up a bit upon hearing that his dad’s a boxer since. Well. It’s pretty cool. Nonstandard professions and all that. Way more fun to talk about than her mom’s job… but admittedly, that might just be because she grew up hearing about it. ]

That’s really cool! My mom wouldn’t even let me take Karate.

[ She said, making a small face that morphs into one of surprise once he asks if she “wants a go”. ]

Oh uh… sure?

[ With that, she puts the phonograph down before stepping forward and giving the bag a tentative punch. She feels weird doing it, even though she knows how… just like. Feels weird. ]

[catholicisms]

( Matt doesn't go out of his way to talk about his dad. even twenty years after losing him, it still hurts. still, when it comes up, there's still a tinge of broken pride for his old man, even knowing what he knows now; that he'd thrown most of his fights, and died winning his last one to get enough for his blind son to comfortably go to Columbia with.

Jack had loved boxing, he'd been good at it. better than most people would ever know. and Matt remembers watching his fights (and then listening, after the accident) with rapt pride. it still lingers, even now that he's older and knows better.

there's a slight twist on his face, his befuddlement at cues he's not hearing actually broadcasted to his expression, which is rare. it's there a minute and gone the next, though, and if she noticed it's fair enough to assume he's just confused by whatever her mother had against karate. ) She ever tell you why?

( he hears the hit, careful as it is. it's very, very telling, to admit he knows her form is bad. he's got very little excuse, other than the hit sounding wrong, but he can't help himself. ) Your fist is too loose. Here — I can show you. ( he holds out a hand for hers. Matt can't explain it as well as just showing it. )

[primordialerebus]

[ That is indeed what she assumes when she (unwillingly) feels his face twitch in the darkness. Though either way, she wouldn’t remark on it since she’s overall continuing to do her best to ignore anything to do with her powers. It’s not really working but she’s still going to try. ]

Oh uh… she said it’s not for girls or whatever.

[ She said with a shrug before wincing at the critique. All those classes and she still sucks huh. She’d say it’s a surprise but… well. It isn’t. So when he offers to show her, she gives him her gloved and cold hands. She really needs to get better at fighting, considering what’s happened. And hey, he seems to know what he’s doing, even with the whole blind thing going on. ]

… that’s really cool by the way.