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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[he_put_the_devil_in_me]

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?"

[debonairsharpshooter]

"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.

[he_put_the_devil_in_me]

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."