nexus_crossings | Return of the Blind Ninja

Ordering clothes and equipment from the internet is all well and good, but after Matt's entanglement with the FBI several years ago, the idea of completely untraceable gear has been a tempting prospect. Today, he's browsing the shopping district, rubbing fabrics between his fingers to test its properties, in search of something that might deflect bullets or knives.

It's the Nexus, you never know.

Unfortunately, despite his enhanced senses, there is at least one important factor in purchasing clothes that he cannot overcome on his own. Footsteps mark the approach of someone else, and though Matt keeps his white cane tucked close to his feet to be out of the walkway, it's visible enough to be obvious if you know what you're looking at.

"Excuse me, what color is this?"

[ooc: usual disclaimer - Matt is blind but his other senses are enhanced to superhuman extremes. Feel free to add nonvisual sensory details in your tags that might help him get a better idea of who your character is or what they've been doing recently.]

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For a giant alien robot, Misfire enjoys clothes shopping. Though for him it's less clothes shopping and more clothes 'scanning'. All he has to do is take a scan of whatever hideous shirt he's taken a shine too and ha can access it in his holographic 'wardrobe'. Very convient. He loves dressing up his little human holo-av. It's much like a character customizer in a video game.

"Huh?" he looks up from the truly awful pink button-up he's examining, "It's kinda like... Well I think it's light blue but I feel like that's the sort where you just THINK it's blue but then you bring it home and it turns out in different light it was lavender all along."

He's probably a weird sort of fellow for Matt to be around. Misfire's real body is circling high above so his avatar can explore places he can't get into normally. He's warm but not as much as a human, and it's an even radiant heat, nothing concentrated in certain areas. There's no sound of a heart beat, no inflating of lungs, or rustle of clothes. There is a simulated footstep though, and the quietest buzz of static no normal ears would likely pick up. Weirdly he doesn't have any smell either. Which is totally inaccurate to his currently look. A Mohawk as impressive as the one his avatar sports would need SO much product to stay standing.

Footsteps are usually indicator enough that there's a person there, and it's not until halfway through his sentence that he realizes something is amiss. There are no sounds of biological life, no echo of a physical form, nothing that could reasonably create those footsteps. But there is something there, a vague heat that reminds him of sunbeams coming through a window on a winter day.

What on Earth is he talking to?

The voice is friendly enough, rambling though it is, and Matt's expression might be a bit more baffled than the stranger's answer might account for. "Oh, well, I'm looking for black so that wouldn't do either way."

Why would he mistake a light blue for... Misfire studies him for a moment. Optical issues? That would make the most sense. And unlike a Cybertronian if you're human and your optics were glitching you couldn't just... go to a medic and have them replaced. Unless human medical science had advanced significantly.

"Yeah sorry mate, you're 'bout as far from black as you can possibly get. Well I guess WHITE would be as far as you could get... and I mean most black isn't black-black it's usually just super dark shades of blue or brown..." he trails off, he's getting himself sidetracked again, an all to common problem with him. Processor running a mile a minute, "If you're looking for black though are you... frag what's the word... the thing that humans call goth?"

The question is so unexpected that it gets a small laugh out of Matt, despite his confusion. "Um, no, I'm Catholic." Which might not be the best explanation, but it's still true. "I'm trying to put together an outfit that'll be less visible in the dark."

"Oh right Catholic, sorry mate. You don't have one of those sweet pointy hats on so I didn't realize," he replies, not know of course that only bishops get that particular accessory.

"Less visible though huh?" he chuckles. He's done lots of sneaking about in dark places he shouldn't be in before in the past, "Plain black is a beginner mistake though. No shadow's just plain ol solid black. You gotta disguise your silhouette. Go with a mottled paintjo-err outfit. Mottled grays and blues and what not. Then you'll be able to snoop around all nice."

Paintjob, he almost said. Matt's hearing is sharper than most folks', but he's pretty sure your bog standard human would still pick up on that slip. "I used to have a suit in dark red, with black patches to break up the solids. Or so I'm told."

Maybe it's rude to just come out and ask, but Matt has taken refuge in the awkwardness about his blindness countless times throughout his life. And his abilities are less of a secret here than they are at home - it was unavoidable, that awful winter they were all stuck here. "Forgive me if this is rude, but... what are you?"

"Dark red could work in the right setting, specially with patches," he nods thoughtfully. Seems he's dealing with someone with at least a little sneaking-experience. Good to know for the future.

He snorts at the question. Right out there huh? A question he's used to! That and '...You're not from around here are you?' a popular one for sure.

"I'm actually a thirty foot tall alien robot. My real body is a mile or two above the nexus right now flying around in a holding pattern," he points upwards, "This isn't my real body, mate."

He's mode no secret of what he is so far in the Nexus. No reason to hide! Just occasional reason to be smaller.

In the Nexus especially, you never know when someone is pulling your leg. It's quite a bit more difficult now, with zero feedback on heartbeat or breathing, none of the little tells that humans have that betray they're lying. So he waits a beat or two to see if there's a 'just kidding' coming.

There's not.

"But there's something here," he says, gesturing with his free hand toward the space that the holo avatar is occupying, a frown furrowing his brow. "Like a... walking sunbeam. I can feel it."

Return of the Blind Ninja

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