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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"Oh? You want something for outdoor weather, then? Just not deer hunting." There's a smile in her voice. "If you want a shopping buddy, I'm actually looking for a birthday present for my roomie, so I'm going to be hanging around this section, anyway. I'll tell you what colors things are, and you can tell me if you think a guy would like the stuff I'm looking at."

Obviously, she'd have to describe said stuff, but it could be a fair trade. "Shopping alone kind of sucks, anyway."

"City living," Matt says with a smile. "But it's New York, so it can get fairly cold in the winter. It's hard to find something comfortable enough without it being restrictive." There's no better way to lose his ability to intimidate by confronting muggers in a puffy winter coat, is there?

In the early days, it had grated on Matt to have to rely on others, and for the most part he's become quite independent. But he also came to terms with his limitations a long time ago, and an offer made in kindness is easily accepted. "I can give it a shot."

"Oh! You're a New Yorker, too?" She doesn't have a very New York accent. There are some hints of it, but for the most part she sounds Midwestern. "I mean, I've lived there for about a decade. I don't really feel the cold, but I like bundling up just because. I'm one of those basic girls that gets hype about fall because of fluffy sweaters and pumpkin spice, you know?"

It's just too bad she can't drink pumpkin spice lattes any more.

"Cool, cool! I'm Abby Summers; it's nice to meet you! If you wanna tell me what you're looking for, I can keep an eye out. I don't wanna smother you, though, so you can tell me back off whenever you want."

She's very extroverted, but also pretty self-aware.

"That's right. Hell's Kitchen, born and raised." Sure, the official name might be Clinton, but nobody in Manhattan calls the neighborhood that. "I do feel the cold, unfortunately. Warm sweaters are underrated."

The lack of heartbeat is still genuinely concerning, more out of reflex than any real fear of her. She sounds genuinely friendly, and though he doesn't have his usual method of lie detecting available, it's not the only sense he's come to rely on. "Matthew Murdock. Nice to meet you, too." He offers a smile that's not quite pointed at her, though in her general direction. "Long sleeves is a must, but preferably not anything with a hood. I want something I can move around in. Black or dark red would be best, if they have it."

It says something about Abby that her brain tries to chime in with 'on the playground is where I spent most of my days' after his statement. It says something else about her, possibly something better, that she does not, in fact, bust out an old sitcom theme in the middle of the Nexus. "I absolutely agree with you about the sweaters."

"Hmmm, long sleeves, no hood, and some insulation?" There's a shuffling and some soft clunks as she goes through one of the racks nearby. "Colorwise that's the opposite of what I'm looking for, for Carlo, but sounds similar otherwise. Do you care if there's a zipper, or buttons?"

"Well, ideally I'd like something I could just pull on as-is," Matt admits, lightly fidgeting with the handle of his cane. "But if it has to have fasteners, buttons are usually better. Zippers tend to jangle around and make noise."

It's stealthier, yes, but also far less annoying to have to listen to.

"Outdoorsy, stealth colors, no noise." She sounds like she's smiling. "Hell of a picture you're painting. Do you need pockets?"

There are soft rustling noises and the clink of metallic hangers as she moves across the aisle. "So, there are some nice henleys here, and they might work for you. Three buttons at the collar--they're shell buttons and those suck and they're reflective so you might want to replace them, but it'd work. Have you thought about dancewear at all, though? This wouldn't be the section for it, and a specialty store might do better anyway, but it's definitely going to have stretch and allow for lots of movement, without jingly sounds."

"It's not quite as thick as a sweatshirt or winter workout clothes, but you could layer, and the moisture-wicking stuff actually helps keep you warmer because it gets the sweat away from your skin."

"I'm a ninja," he says, in a way that makes it sound like he's telling a joke, a small smile on his lips. "That, and the noises can be really annoying, depending on the jacket." As for pockets... "I don't think so, but it's not a dealbreaker."

Matt is, of course, familiar with what a Henley is, and her assessment of his opinion on shell buttons is pretty damn accurate. He's going to comment on it, but then her suggestion pulls him up short, and his eyebrows go up. "Dancewear? No, I hadn't. I assume you mean more, er, clubbing than charity ball."

Return of the Blind Ninja

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