I'm not that bad, despite what you may have heard about me. I'm just...misquoted.
Elektra Natchios. I believe the name says it all. MCU RP +21
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"Blindness is no excuse for poor fashion sense," she told him, noting as he dared push her blade away. She let him move them slightly but didn't lower them.
"Why do you look like a homeless hobo?"
His brow raised for a moment, letting out a slight chuckle.
"Well us blind people aren't known for our fashion.." Matt said, pressing his hand against the side of her blade, pointing it away from him.
As ever, any movement that may have intimidated 99.5% of the rest of the population only emboldened Elektra.
A droll smile crossed her face.
"Would you believe it if I said I came to see you because I missed you?"
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His frown only furthered. The Devil took a step forward, closing the distance between the two, and as he spoke, his voiced lowered.
"You know it is. What I'm asking is why."
The words came out as a growl
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Matthew frowns, mouth visible under the cowl. He'd grown a stubble in her time away, a stubble dangerously close to becoming a full beard. His arms fold, his head tilts only slightly.
"And you're back in the Kitchen?"
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