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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 11, 2015 13:08:37 GMT -7
(oh man 5 hours yii, when i go to new york later this month we have a two part flight but i don't know how long our wait will be :V hopefully not too long, but my mom is freaked about the flight. i don't care, can't be as bad as a 10 hour flight to heathrow hahah)
Robo nodded, moving to stand next to Matt. He didn't bother wondering how the blind man had 'seen' his motions- he guessed that with enhanced senses he could interpret the motion well enough. He began to talk continuously, hoping at some point that either of them would be able to hear what he was saying. It was about a minute into the tale of what happened when he first encountered Doctor Dinosaur that he heard himself say, "...and he called me a mammal robot-" he stopped retelling his story then and said, "Hey, I can hear again. Can you hear me?" Without sight Matt would have no way of knowing what he was saying, especially since he didn't breathe, so he wouldn't be able to feel him talking either. He tapped the Devil on the shoulder, once more clicking a finger to his own head and waiting for a response.
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Jun 11, 2015 13:21:04 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 11, 2015 13:21:04 GMT -7
(Yeah. But I got one of those banana kinda shaped neck pillows so it's cool. And jeez, 10 hours? Have fun with that man! Haha. I start going stir crazy on long flights.) (AND I saw a pack of superwholocks going somewhere in the airport. Wonder where they're off to.)
The blind man almost felt like his younger self right after the accident for the couple minutes without his hearing: he felt alone, hopeless, useless. He stood motionless, his gaze locked on the floor of his apartment. Every now and then he would spare the occasional glance at Robo, who seemed to be going on about something again. When he felt the tap on his shoulder, he looked up at the robot with a confused expression, searching or some kind of sensory cue, but he couldn't find any. He turned his gaze back to the floor, feeling utterly alone with his thoughts. He leaned against the robot's solid shoulder though, just so he would feel something. Matt hoped he didn't mind. Eventually, the ringing started to subside, and Matt's hearing started to return. He even counted the seconds to keep himself sane, and it took about three minutes and thirty two seconds. "It's back," he announced, perhaps a bit too loudly. "I can hear again." He rubbed his head, adding, "My ears are still ringing though. But definitely better than a few minutes ago."
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 11, 2015 13:47:12 GMT -7
(oh oh i already went :V there was a child crying the ENTIRE flight to london oh god and it was so cold and just jesus fuck i hated that flight omg no i bet it's a convention horde)
Robo was surprised when he felt the taller man lean on him, but then he recalled- at the moment he was not only blind but deaf as well, and the only sense he had remaining was touch. He remained standing where he was, running theories in his head for a few minutes while he waited for the man's hearing to return. Left alone to his own thoughts, he realized he didn't even know his host's name. He looked around the room, hoping for some kind of clue, but everything was in Braille, which Robo could neither read nor make any sense of. He jumped a bit when the man spoke again, startling him out of his thoughts. "Oh good," he said pleasantly, "Now I can ask you something that's been bugging me for a while- what's your name, kid?"
(Random- I once saw a stop sign with a piece of paper taped to it. The paper had something I can only assume to be STOP on it in braille, but it was flat. And on a stop sign.)
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Jun 11, 2015 13:55:16 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 11, 2015 13:55:16 GMT -7
(Ooh. That's rough :/ sorry man) (HA TRU)
"I'm not really a kid, though," the blind man answered sarcastically, throwing in a coy smile at the robot. "I went to law school. I own a law firm." Having his hearing back was like a breath of fresh air, or getting a pair of new eyes back. But still, he hesitated a moment before speaking again, mainly because he didn't give his name to many people he met as Daredevil first. Frankly, he wasn't comfortable doing it, but he felt he had to trust Robo. "And my name's Matt. Matt Murdock." He extended his hand out to the robot standing next to him. "It's nice to officially meet you."
(Ok who thought that was a good idea xD seriously. Like what blind person is gonna tap with their cane up to that sign and reach up and read it?)
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 11, 2015 14:14:11 GMT -7
(Ah! Stupid website isn't showing new posts :V)
"I'm eighty eight years old. I reserve the right to call you kid." Robo responded resolutely even as he shook Matt's hand once more, though now on more friendly terms. "Nice to meet you, Matt. My name's Robo and I run a science company that doesn't exist." He added dryly. There was a beat of silence which Robo ended by saying, "So, now that we've had a crazy adventure, what next? Actually, are we going to get you patched up or not?"
(Idk I mean like. even if a blind person did tap their way up to it they wouldn't be able to tell because IT WAS PRINTED.)
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Jun 11, 2015 14:23:48 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 11, 2015 14:23:48 GMT -7
(xD) (That reminds me, one time my mom tried printing a video.)
Matt tried rolling his eyes at the robot's first comment, but in reality, it looked like he just looked up and down. "Sorry about your company," he replied. "And I'm still waiting for--" he was abruptly interrupted by the sound of faint knocking on his door. "Ah. There's my help," he murmured as he strode over to the door. After fumbling with the lock for a moment, he unlocked the door and opened it. The blind man grinned widely at the woman behind the door, knowing full well that she would be scowling at him. "Ah, thank goodness, Claire," he cheerfully greeted. He gestured with his free arm to the rest of his apartment. "Come in." The woman gave Matt a thoroughly unimpressed look. "Yeah, alright," she grumbled, walking past him. "Just keep your shirt off and stop talking." The lawyer's face flushed cherry red at the comment, and he laughed nervously. His eyes then shot open: what was he supposed to do about Robo?
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 11, 2015 14:33:33 GMT -7
Oh. Oh. He brought the help here. In hindsight bringing a person into an apartment that had a robot in it was probably better than taking said robot to said person's place of dwelling but- what was it that he'd said earlier? Something along the lines of 'we're going'? What happened to that? Hmm, what to do now. Great. Hiding was a viable option, but not a very good one. She was bound to see him sooner or later. With that in mind he didn't want to scare her by popping up randomly- that could end very badly. Then again if she knew Matt, and she knew what he did, then maybe this sort of craziness was to be expected. Still, he recalled the way people had reacted to his unveiling in 1923. Lots of yelling. Very bad. But seriously! What happened to 'we're going'?
Oh. He's said that last part out loud. So much for...whatever he was going to do.
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Jun 11, 2015 14:45:12 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 11, 2015 14:45:12 GMT -7
(Smooth, Robo.)
Claire walked into the rather spacious area as if she paid the rent, since she was here so often, patching up her little crush. "Sit down, and be still," she sternly told him, but when she opened her mouth to say something else, she heard some kind of voice coming from the kitchen. She whipped around to face Matt. "What was that?" The blind man knew that he couldn't really get away with lying to her, so he decided to be horribly vague about it. "Oh, I've got a new voice over phone system type thing," he cooly replied as he slid into his chair. "It's some kind of automated robot that tells me things, like the weather, and if people call or text." Technically, he wasn't lying; Robo for sure could tell the weather, and do other things. He just hoped she wouldn't pry further into it. Thankfully, the doctor left the issue alone, rolling her eyes. "Alright, Matt," she sighed, propping open the first aid kit she had brought. It was a bit larger and more professional looking than Matt's, and she pulled out a sterilizing wipe to clean the wound. She dabbed at the inflamed stitches with a face devoid of real emotion, while the lawyer flinched with every contact it made.
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 11, 2015 14:53:38 GMT -7
Thankfully, Claire had her back to Robo, with Matt facing him. He threw up his hands in irritation, a sort of why didn't you just tell her motion that he hoped Matt would get. He turned and moved quietly back into the kitchen, leaning on the countertop and listening while the woman patched up Matt. Glancing down at his hands, he realized he still had the rubbing alcohol. And looking up, he realized the only way out of the kitchen was the way he'd come in- and the way Claire would come in if she needed anything. Since the whole 'not telling' thing was what Matt was rolling with, he really hoped she didn't need anything.
(coughtotallynotasetupcough)
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Jun 11, 2015 19:59:19 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 11, 2015 19:59:19 GMT -7
After Claire had finished disinfecting and cleaning the cut, she turned her attention especially to the torn stitches; the skin around them was red and inflamed, and looked shredded. She shook her head at the cringing Matt, chuckling slightly as she did so. "Boy, I'll never know how you do it," she mused. "Got any scissors? I'm going to need to cut these out." "Sure," the lawyer answered. "There should be a pair in the drawer to the right of the sink." The doctor wiped her hands off on a towel, and then turned to walk into the kitchen. She let out a startled cry as soon as the saw the massive robot in the walkway.
(Soooo tired :'/ )
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