Return of the Blind Ninja

[he_put_the_devil_in_me]

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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[silverseamariner]

There's the sound of clicking claws as a strange creature approaches. She seems to carry the scent of the sea with her as she walks, salt and fish and the ocean air. skekSa leans in to get a better look at the cloth when she's asked the question, narrowing red eyes as she examines it. Hmm. Curious, definitely Earth material, nothing from Thra.

"A sort of ruddy-brown from the look of it. Not a bad color at all, in my experience it goes well with blues and whites, maybe red. Where did you pick this up, if I may ask? It's of good make. In my planet, we don't have access to human fashion."

She's not the Ornamentalist, which is for the best - she likes to think that she has an eye for fashion, but lacks skekEkt's gaudiness. Fashion is one of many elements of Skeksis culture she's critical of.

[he_put_the_devil_in_me]

If not for the lack of any sound of feathers - except a single one on her hat - Matt's first thought is that he's being approached by a giant bird. A bird wearing clothes, at that. There's a faint jingle of jewelry as she moves her head, a swish of loose billowy clothing cinched tighter at her waist, and all of it smells like the sea breeze that sometimes blows in from off the shore of Manhattan.

"Just this rack," he answers, reaching out to pat for the circular clothing rack he's standing next to. "I'm not sure all of this is human fashion. I think I've found a shirt or two with extra arm holes already today."

[silverseamariner]

skekSa is unusual among Skeksis in that she still has substantial plumage. She thinks that's because of exposure to open air, though she has suspicions. It's not a coincidence that the castle-dwellers, who use the Crystal of Truth's power to keep themselves young, look so unwell. The jewelry she wears, and the rings on her nose, have been there since she herself was young. She cares about looks, but wants something more practical than flamboyant. A balance is necessary on the open sea.

"Having four arms does make picking out clothes a little more difficult," she says, with a small bow of the head. "I may consider paying a visit. Forgive me my manners. I am skekSa, the Mariner, but I prefer Captain."

[he_put_the_devil_in_me]

"So you are a sailor." He would've been surprised if she wasn't, given the scents clinging to her and her clothing. "My name is Matthew Murdock."

[silverseamariner]

"Good to meet you, Matthew Murdock." The Mariner smiles, teeth showing in her beak as she steps back from the fabric. "And what is your line of work, sir?"

[he_put_the_devil_in_me]

"I'm a lawyer," he says, not sure if her people have those, as she's clearly not human. "A defense attorney, more specifically. My law firm specializes in representing lower income individuals in court."