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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[redarrowqueen]

The sound pulled Thea Queen out of another unplanned nap (thanks to dozing off the second she sat down once again) but the words made her heart take over. When she saw the person making the call she knew the feeling all too well: the not knowing much of anything going on (abet her version included passing out and having her panic moment later on).

She spoke softly but making sure her voice floated towards the stranger,"Follow the cherry blossom perfume, I'm hidden in a booth in the back. I'm also not going to harm you." She was also thankful she had humored herself that one time to replicate a bottle of her favorite perfume.

[blind_devil]

The perfume is just the thing to center Matt enough that he is able push up and use his cane to stand up. He then sweeps his cane from left to right trying to figure out where dangers might be. Slowly but carefully he makes his way to the back booth and his new friend. He slides into the booth and sighs softly. "Thank you," he says still a bit jangled.

[redarrowqueen]

"Anytime. I know this has to be a total loop to borrow the expression." Thea added. "And I know this is going to sound pretty headcase worthy but you're in space on a starship called the Enterprise." she explained as honestly as she could. "And I'm Thea." setting her hand atop the table in case simple connection was needed.

[blind_devil]

Matt is hesitant to reach out just now as unsettled as he is. "I'm Matt," he says softly, "Dare I ask how I wound up on a ship that smells like a bunch of robots live in it?"

[redarrowqueen]

"You should know sooner or later." Thea offered. "We've been snagged by a being known as Q, yes I know it sounds like a bad movie." making a weak try at humor. "There's people that are from Earth and not from Earth and its still throwing me and I've been here for a few months now." she offered. That was when she made the decision to share a small portion of what happened to her,"Not sure if this will even help but when I got pulled here I came to in sickbay, passed out." leaving out the part about being stabbed by Ra's Al Ghul for now.

[blind_devil]

"That actually explains a lot," Matt replies, "the different heartbeats, the strange smells, This is not New York for sure."

[redarrowqueen]

"New York is only a train ride from Starling City, that is where I got pulled from." Thea offered. "I know its strange but you are not facing this alone by any means." She finally got the courage to ask,"But what do you mean by different heartbeats?" hoping she could even ask without sounding rude or worse. But for now her hand stayed atop the table, the offer of connection open.

[orbed_out]

[ 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?

[blind_devil]

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.

[orbed_out]

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."

[orbed_out]

"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?"

[blind_devil]

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."

[general_chang]

"You are on a starship," called out a voice, who'd evidently decided he wasn't going to get up to pick him up. "Brought here by an entity known as Q." The source of the voice was male with an exotic musk, mixed with furs, leather and metal. His heart had a deeper timbre than a humans.

[blind_devil]

Matt shakes his head and boosts himself to his feet with a grace that a blind man shouldn't really have. "Thank you," he says softly following the strange scent to where he thinks the person, if it is a person. "My senses don't like being yanked from one place to another. He uses the slim cane in his hand to find his way to the stranger. "Why would this Q bring a blind man into space?"

[general_chang]

He doesn't answer immediately because he's trying to parse why specifically the blindness is a deterrent against being transported by an omnipotent being rather than... well, pretty much everything else.

"Yes, blind people are impossible to transport," he deadpans. "This is quite a feat."

[blind_devil]

Matt snorts and ducks his head to compose himself. He really enjoys people, human or otherwise who can dish out some healthy snark when a situation calls for it. "I'm not your normal sort of blind person thought," he says and waits for a moment before offering his hand. He's guessing at where the man is and hoping for the best. "Matt Murdock."

[general_chang]

"You are... heavy?" he asked, not immediately taking his hand, but after a moment's thought. "General Chang."

[blind_devil]

"Not exactly," Matt admits, "I'm a bit different. My blindness was caused by an accident when I was a boy and it changed me."

[abyssum_invocat]

"You're on a spaceship," comes the answer from a totally normal source; Sinthia's heartbeat is slow, steady, and human. Admittedly small, yes, because she's only an eight-year-old child, but still. Reassurance can come in small packages, she hopes.

"The USS Enterprise, specifically. It's safe if you were worried about that."

[blind_devil]

Matt lifts his head and manages a smile. "Thank you that," he says politely as he boosts himself to his feet using his cane and his natural grace. "That explains the metallic smell."

[abyssum_invocat]

"You're welcome," she replies promptly; manners are important even dealing with strangers. She cocks her head with a swish of short-cut hair as she studies Matt, lifting an arm. "If you want to sit at my table until you get used to it you may. I can walk you there, or you can take my hand."

Sinthia sometimes leaves out the more active verb of that pair, being that she's used to teleporting and it doesn't really bother her to do it, nor does it make her sick. Other people are not a large enough group for her to really draw a conclusion on that from, either. "What metallic smell?"

[blind_devil]

"My senses are still a mess so I'm gonna take you up on your offer of help though normally I wouldn't need it," Matt admits and holds out his hand carefully. "and I think I'm smelling the metal the ship is made out of, but I can't be sure. Not yet."

[abyssum_invocat]

"It's okay," she says serenely, and takes his hand in her own--her hands are much smaller, definitely belonging to a young child. She leads him to her table, which is scattered with several things; a paper notebook she's writing in--pen, not pencil--a knotted sea turtle made of gold cord, and a much larger rudimentary tellurion.

It isn't accurate. It just helps her keep vague track of what the seasons would be if she were at home.

It also makes her homesick.

"I could find out. If I knew what sort of smell it was, if I looked in your head." She says it this way so easily, it's easy to gloss right over it if you're not paying attention.

[blind_devil]

"What do you mean look inside my head," Matt asks, "are you a super hero?" He's not scared of the idea, but curious and he wants to make sure he understands what might happen before he lets her do anything."