Elektra.

“You've agreed to pay me. I've agreed to solve your problem. Each of us trusts the other to not do anything stupid. Understand?” | parody

[ً @holyaches]

perhaps i am no one. true， i have a body and i cannot escape from it. i would like to fly out of my head， but that is out of the question.

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

She’s used to the rebuttals herself, used to people looking down on her for what she does. It doesn’t change anything; what they do makes a difference, a real difference, and they can handle that weight on their souls.

“Got any tea here?” https://t.co/De1izZg09F

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

— “There should be more people out there that do what you do.” She muses, before she walks away from where he sits, removing the towel from her hair to let it air dry instead.

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

Things have always been a little different for her. She does things in the name of her justice, sure, but she also takes the money if someone offers her a job. She’s less duty bound to rid the world of its evils than he is — but she respects his unflinching compulsions. —

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 @SCOURGEOFCRIME]

and more like a compulsion. A need.

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

She stops over his shoulder, glancing at the screen as it plays out in front of her.

“… you never stop, do you? Chasing scum.”

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 @SCOURGEOFCRIME]

⠀ ⠀The user sadprincess14 uploaded a photo to the square box showing a cropped frame of a woman in her undergarments.

"Colin Winston, or as he prefers, UnholyTier, thinks he's going to meet a fourteen-year-old Samantha... doesn't realize it's just me."

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

“Maybe a little more digging here before we try out Italy. Where did you last see these guys?”

[Frank. @asprometheus]

"Somewhere in Italy - if I were to guess, from the tone of those I've been failing? West. But it's inconclusive."

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

His typing has her intrigued; intrigued enough that she starts to walk over to him.

“.. what are you doing?”

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 @SCOURGEOFCRIME]

His focus seemed to be completely elsewhere, fingers tapping at keys. He appeared to be in an online chatroom, exchanging personal photos with an anonymous figure.

"Don't mention it, El...try not to use up all the hot water."

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

She nods, hands to her hips as she eyes him.

“Any ideas yet of where the source might be coming from?”

[Frank. @asprometheus]

"Huh. Knew more than I anticipated."

"...I wouldn't be against working together on this. I may need to travel to the source of these seeds."

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

— looking back to him. “Might be more than just calling cards.”

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

“Let’s just say if someone knows what to do with their seeds, you could make a lot of money selling them to the right people.” Cryptic, but this is Hell’s Kitchen. Everything here runs on crime and dealers and users, manipulators and victims.

She straightens up, —

[Frank. @asprometheus]

"Unfortunately in very early in my blooming career in gardening."

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

“Hm.” She takes a few steps closer to the poppies, bending down to inspect them a little more closely. “You know what you can make with red poppies too, right?”

[Frank. @asprometheus]

"The red poppy. Wildflowers, common in wheat mills and fields. At the casual glance there's nothing to gather from it...but my hunch tells me they aren't grown natively in New York."

"These are calling cards for a new splinter mob in town, that much I know."

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

She glances around at the scene, eyes finally coming to a stop at his attire before her gaze raises to him again.

“This has to be more nefarious than it looks.”

[Frank. @asprometheus]

"I've been keeping myself pre-occupied with a side hobby."

Below laid florescent lights shone over vibrant, red-petaled plants. Frank, too, wore the attire of a...gardener.

"Part of an investigation."

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

No part of her had expected the cellar to open up; Elektra glancing back over her shoulder to see a familiar gloved hand extending to her.

“You’ve taken to the underground?” She asks, taking his hand to allow him to help her down to join him.

[Frank. @asprometheus]

It pays to be paranoid in this city after all. Even now in that mostly vacant room the chill of dread sunk into the walls.

Then came a rumbling from the cellar. The door from above pops open - lol and behold, a white glove extends out to reach for Elektra.

"Up here."

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

Hands still drying her hair, she eyes him a moment where he sits.

“Thanks for letting me use your shower.”

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑 @SCOURGEOFCRIME]

"Morning, Elektra."

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

“….. morning.”

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

@SCOURGEOFCRIME — Simply making her point; there’s no use in pushing her away when they both have the same goal here.

“Is that your van? You can drive us there?”

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

@SCOURGEOFCRIME His hand comes to her bicep; her instincts telling her to shrug him off — but she doesn’t. She instead allows him to stop her, glancing back over her shoulder to him.

“You want justice. So do. There is little use in making me an enemy.” She speaks firmly, but not coldly. —

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

“I thought you might.”

[𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋. @LawWithoutFear]

“I heard you two blocks over.”

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

@SCOURGEOFCRIME — turns on heel, heading for the alleyway exit. If he doesn’t want to work with her, then she’ll go alone — and maybe find him there.

[Elektra. @FuryInRed]

@SCOURGEOFCRIME — exit, Elektra stepping out through a human sized hole in the boarded up door and out into the rain and the night. There’s a black van parked up in the alleyway in front of her; his mode of transportation she assumes, but she doesn’t attempt to get in. Instead she —