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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 18:33:59 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 18:33:59 GMT -7
(Yeah. Same :/ ) (OH forgot to mention that he's a martial arts master. Yeah. That's how he does stuff.)
The young man's sensitive ears heard the whole staircase groan under the strain of his weight as soon as Robo tested it, and he cursed under his breath. "Oh, I'm not sure how much weight it can take," Matt answered, taking mind to speak quieter. He glanced around the landscape, searching for other options. He didn't seem to have any other options, unless they could get inside and find an elevator. But, that was out of the question: he was Daredevil at the moment and Robo wasn't covered up. "Can you think of any other options?" He asked Robo, glancing down at him.
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 18:41:28 GMT -7
(I noticed from the clip I watched lol) Deliberating for a moment, Robo put his hands on his hips as was habit and tapped one foot ponderously. On one hand, this was a fire escape and was built to take the weight of multiple people clambering down it at once in the event of well, a fire. On the other hand, it creaked when he'd only set one foot on it, and if he brought the whole thing down, that went on his nonexistent bill and exposed the both of them. "You go up first," he decided. "I'll watch where you go in and head up after you. That should help."
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 18:57:56 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 18:57:56 GMT -7
(Yeah haha)
The young man bit his lip in worry, but still answered warily, "Alright." He wasted no time clambering up he rest of the way of the stairs. Matt reached the top only slightly out of breath, but reached down to feet at his abdomen. His stab wound was starting to throb, and already he knew he had ruined the stitches. "Alright, I'm up," he called over the ledge of the building, a pained expression on his face. He made a mental note to take out the old stitches and sew the wound back together. He already heard Claire's precautionary voice in his head, telling him to be less reckless.
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 19:06:13 GMT -7
"Gotcha," Robo responded. He was quiet still, assuming his ally could hear him- which he probably could. He put a foot on the staircase yet again, and put his weight on it; it creaked again, but not so loudly as before. Still apprehensive, he dodged up the staircase as quickly as he dared to. If he could breathe he'd have been holding his. He stopped by the open window only to note the strained look on the Devil's face. Gently putting a hand on his shoulder, he moved the man aside as he slipped through the window and entered the apartment. Whatever was hurting him, he was in no position to help. He had absolutely zero medical experience and didn't know how much the man trusted him to help. "You gotta get to a doctor, man." He said, shaking his head.
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 19:15:48 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 19:15:48 GMT -7
Once Robo had slipped through the window, Matt gracefully climbed inside, wincing at the pain. "I can take care of it myself," he told him. "My old man was a boxer. I used to patch him up all the time." After he descended the staircase to the main living area and kitchen, the young man thought it was now safe to take off the extravagant getup. With a sigh, he pulled the hood mask off his head, and ran a hand through his hair to smooth it. Really, he had no idea what he was doing, but people liked what he usually did to his hair, so he left it. Matt turned back to face his companion, gesturing towards the rather large space. "Well, welcome. Sorry if it's a bit plain. I'm not really in to interior design."
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 19:28:57 GMT -7
After following the man up the stairs, he spared a moment to glance around at the base room. It wasn't much to look at but it was an acceptable living space, and more than he had at any rate. He lived in his office, if anyone asked. "No offense but, you're blind." Robo said flatly. "If that's a flesh wound like I think it is," here he pointed to Matt's side, regardless of sight, "then I would rather you not hurt yourself. Do you have anyone you trust to fix you up?"
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 19:49:05 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 19:49:05 GMT -7
Matt looked up at the robot with a slightly bewildered expression, or the best once he could manage. "Um, I don't think you understand," he simply told Robo, "I'm pretty capable of fixing myself up." He didn't mention that he was a law major, but he had already said he had some experience with helping his dad out. "And, the person I'd call is always over helping me out with things like this. I don't want to keep bothering her with things like this."
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 20:01:06 GMT -7
(I just realized tony stark is basically a cyborg) "Alright, fine," the robot responded warningly, and grumbled. "still think you should call in a doctor." He hooked his thumbs on his pockets and wandered aimlessly around the room. He observed [insert description of room later], a few [insert], and some [insert]. As before, it was stark and bare, with a smooth, blank appearance lending to the illusion that this home belonged to a superhero; it didn't look lived in, like it was merely a hideaway meant for times like this, when said suphero was hurt or when he needed to create the illusion of a human identity.
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Rp w/ dare
Jun 10, 2015 20:13:30 GMT -7
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Post by Daredevil on Jun 10, 2015 20:13:30 GMT -7
After Matt saw that Robo was starting to get comfortable in his apartment, he quickly excused himself to his bedroom to get changed. He reemerged a couple minutes later, wearing only a pair of worn-looking sweat pants with a plain shirt slung over his shoulder. In his hand was a traditional, white first aid kit. The young man hadn't touched the wound yet, and the skin around the cut looked red and irritated, but thankfully not infected. He ambled up to a chair in the living room area and sat down, opening the kit on his knee. "Oh, I forgot," he mumbled as he ran his fingers over the supplies in the kit. Matt then looked up at Robo, who was standing at the opposite end of the room. "Would you mind getting the rubbing alcohol for me?" He asked, looking more past him than at him. "It should be under the kitchen sink." He turned his head and nodded in the direction of the kitchen.
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Post by Atomic Robo on Jun 10, 2015 20:24:41 GMT -7
Robo moved off without a word, trailing a hand on the wall as he turned a corner to the kitchen. Bare, white, clean. It was amazing how easily Matt navigated the rooms. If he hadn't made him admit it, Robo almost wouldn't have never guessed he was blind. Almost. He stooped low and squatted to retrieve the necessary supply, spotting it easily. He snagged it and straightened up. He paused before leaving the room; eyes narrowed, he turned in a wide circle. Something... Something was off here.
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