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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She gives a sheepish smile out of habit, She slightly rubs her chin in thought and blows out a soft breath. Half trying to ease some internal tension and center herself. She breathes in deeply through her nose and out through her mouth.

Her own lips twitch a little in response. Slightly mirroring his actions. "Oh, I'm Ash by the way." She murmurs softly. In a just thought you ought to know sort of tone. After all, it wasn't like he could recognize faces without touching them most likely right? She hums and nods a little.

"And..what colors' that? " She asks warmly with a slight tilt of her head her ears perking up and slightly shifting shape as they furred under her hood. As she quickly adjusts it. Even if well even Heroes could find such odd. whether they could 'see' it in some manner or not. Eager to be of assistance but also trying not to seem overly so.

Sometimes she could get very puppy-like. It oft-made people. Well, she wasn't sure if it was 'discomfort' or more Can't deal with large friendly gestures of affection. Or welcome. Or..Maybe it was just her.

Her shoulders sag a little, she did her best not to come off as say werid or creepy.

"Good to hear you again." He hadn't quite remembered her name, although the mannerisms and those canine scents about her person had stuck in his mind well enough to know who he's talking to.

He's not quite sure what to make of her body language, the parts of it he can hear, at least. But she sounds friendly and willing to help, and that is enough for Matt, for the moment. "Black would be best, but I could make do with a dark red. I'm told it's my color," he adds, adjusting how his glasses sit on his nose, their lenses the same color mentioned.

"And you Mister Murdoch." She murmurs warmly polite with a slight lit some might take as slightly Irish or Welsh. She chuckles softly and warmly bemused despite herself. She squints happily, as her ears shift to more pointy like and swish a little under her hood. As they wiggle happily.

She tries not to wiggle too much otherwise but she slightly does. She hums, "mmhmm." In the affirmative and to let him know she's listening raptly. "Right got it." She murmurs with a little firm nod and squaring her shoulders. She blinks and notes the glasses as well. "I like yer shades by the way." She murmurs warmly and in friendly compliment.

She moves toward the racks, a determined set to her jaw as she starts sliding and looking through the nearest section meticulously.

"Ah, thank you." There's not much he can do to help her look, of course, but he's patient, listening to the soft clicking of the metal hangers on the rack's rail as she rummages through the clothes.

"Your most welcome."She murmurs warmly back. "Oh..um any particular material ya looking for?" She asks after a moment. As she nears a patch of possible candidates.

Matt is aware that he often sounds picky about his fabrics, but when you're as sensitive to tactile sensations as he is, it matters quite a bit. "Nothing synthetic, definitely. Natural fibers besides linen are usually fine, though the only kind of wool I can wear is cashmere or something else that soft."

She hums, pauses and listens raptly with a little nod more out of habit then..well. "Ah, got it." She murmurs and starts checking tags as she gets to a patch of the color. "Is it ahem just tactile or is your hearing bothered by over-stimulation as well?" She asks softly but in her professional healer tone. Shifters especially say the canine etc types could get that too.

It's always a bit awkward when he has to describe his abilities, in part because it's very difficult to explain to sighted people how the world appears to him. The English language isn't really equipped for it, in Matt's opinion. He shifts slightly from foot to foot, settling into a different casual stance. "Ah, it's everything. Except my sight. Touch, taste, smell, hearing."

She tilts her head and waits patiently. "Ah, so redoubles to..an nith degree?" She asks softly calm. Wasn't uncommon for the body to do so. Though she'd also heard of folks trying to find say other ways to compensate for losing a sense.

"So over-sensitivity to some things? " She tries to clarify. She wondered if he knew how to change the 'volume' on somethings or if he even could. She hums softly thoughtful. And brings a few over for him to feel. "Well, here's a few not sure how soft is..soft enough for ya." She murmurs partly apologetic.

Return of the Blind Ninja

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