The Man without Fear learns what fear is: OTA Arrival

[blind_devil]

Matt stood at Ben Urich's grave trying to feel anything, but rage. First Elena and now Ben had gotten caught in the web of Wilson Fisk and suffered for it.  He wanted to go after Fisk right at this moment and rip the man apart for everything he'd done, but that had gone so well the last time that Matt was still healing from the wounds he'd gotten from that clash. It didn't stop Matt from wanting to kill in the name of those he lost and his fists clench inside his gloves even as Karen walks up to comfort him. He doesn't feel her gentle hand on his arm and doesn't react when she steps close.

He doesn't want comfort right now, he wants justice. Comfort feels like nothing, but empty words and empty gestures. Justice though is hot and fast and would settle his mind and save his city. He's ready to go and burn down everything Fisk has ever made before Fisk can get his fingers in more of Hell's Kitchen's pies. He turns to head back to the office and that's when everything changes. 

Suddenly Matt is surrounded by heartbeats too strange to be real. Some have double the sound and others skip and still others have a deepness that cannot be human. He takes a step forward and is now overwhelmed with voices and smells he's never encountered before. His normal steady gait falters and he falls to the ground with a soft grunt. Where there had been firm ground there was now carpet. What the hell had just happened to him? 

He tries to push himself up, but the noise and smell continue to over whelm him and he can't figure out how to center himself. Never one to ask for help if he doesn't need it, Matt calls out into the noise. "Please someone help me? Where am I?"

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[ Paige hears the call, and if on instinct, orbs to where the sound is coming from. She stares down at the man.]

Hey, you're okay.....right? I mean you look okay. [She paused stooping down in front of him. She smells like the strawberry shampoo she used that morning, and a trace of lily.... her favorite flower. ]

I'm Paige and I can help you. What do you need?

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Matt lifts his head up and scents the air. "Senses," he manages, "whatever just happened messed with them. I can't figure out where I am. I...I need help." This was hard for Matt to say, since he was used to doing as much for himself as he could. It was that Murdock stubbornness coming out to play.

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Okay.... You're going to be okay. She reached out, and touched the back of his neck with her hand. She closed her eyes, and some of the tension in his muscles released, at least enough for him to gain control of his other senses.

"Better?" She said softly. "Think of your senses like a dial on a stereo. You turn it up when you want to jam right? And you turn it down when you want to concentrate. Same concept."

[blind_devil]

Matt took a deep breath and relaxed trying to seek out one scent or heartbeat he could focus on. He chose the woman behind him letting the things that made her different soak in and clear out his head. "Thank you," he said his voice rough, "normally I have better control then this but that trip was....a bit much."

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"No problem," Paige said softly. "It's kinda what I do." She said with a shrug. "How long have you been blind, or is that a rude question?"

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Matt shakes his head. "It's not rude at all," he replies, "in fact I'd rather people just ask then stare until I have to say something. I've been blind since I was nine. A traffic accident with some chemicals. I was pushing someone out of the way of a speeding truck and got them splashed in my face."

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"Yikes," She said wincing. "That's a tough one, but you seem to be doing okay?" She asked, a question lilting her voice. She was curious about her new charge. "I've only been her a couple of months, but would you like a tour?"

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Matt smiled. "I like to think I'm strong," he says, "my faith helps keep me going when things get really rough as nuts as that sounds. A tour would be nice by the way. It's going to take me a long time to get used to all the smells and sounds around here and I don't need to be getting lost at the same time."

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Paige smiled even though he couldn't see her. "Here take my hand," She said, holding it out for him to take. "Are you hungry?"

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Matt takes the offered hand and pulls himself up. "Yes I actually am. I can't remember the last time I ate," he says as his stomach. growls. "It's been a stressful few days at home."

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"I hear ya," Paige said sympathetically, after all she had just died not less than two days ago. "Ten Forward is right in front of us. You hear the swoosh of the door?" She draws him into the somewhat desolate lounge. She hoped nothing was wrong. Can you sense individual people or just a mass as a whole?"

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"I can filter out noise when I have enough time to prepare," Matt says, "yank me into a new situation and my senses react accordingly and freak out." He listens as they enter taking in the different heartbeats and other sounds.

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"Makes sense," She said with a nod, but the agreement shone through her voice. "You okay to continue? How about we grab a bite and talk for a while." She had some explaining to do.

[blind_devil]

"I'm good and my stomach is demanding food," Matt says, "I'm interested to see what a space ship like this can dream up."

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Paige smiled, as she walked over to the replicator. "We are standing in front of the replicator, which can make anything. You just have to tell it what you want. So what would you like?"

[blind_devil]

"One New York hot dog with everything on it," Matt asks curiously, "and a glass of Coke? I hope I'm doing it right?"