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It's not exclusive to me, no. They're fairly freely available, if you can find one. Did you want to explore this place a little, or have I derailed your afternoon?

*At the admission of the Nexus' daunting prospects, she gives a sympathetic chuckle.*

Nobody knew what they were getting into when they came here. There are literal gods who pop in and are surprised.

*On the subject of space, she nods, making a wordless sound of affirmation.*

It is. I go to dangerous places. When I go in alone, coming out alone is fine. When I go in with company... odds are I'm still coming out alone.

"I've never had this much freedom in my schedule to allow derailment. I think I'm going to take it." And it's another very honest admission. "That if... so that means it'd be tricky?"

Matt feels at ease that he has her laughing. And hearing that he may just be among gods gets a surprised, confused look. This place, every time... new surprises. "Gods?" What on earth would he do if he had met with a god let alone God? Woah.

A dangerous life alone. So much truth resonates. Matt might not go to different worlds but leaving his rooftop into the night alone has been his plan from the start. "Hope I didn't bring up something."

Never? You have stumbled into the high life. Finding a PINpoint is a little hit-or-miss. Sometimes the Nexus shifts and you'll be practically tripping over vending machines and bowls full of the things. Sometimes, your only hope is that someone who has a spare will like you enough to part with it.

*She smirks a little at his unease over the theological implications.*

We get gods here, sometimes. It apparently makes a great break room when your job is reality.

*His concern gets a shake of her head.*

It's the life I chose, and keep choosing. If the consequences were too much to handle, I'd choose something else.

"More than a little, yes." It's a jackpot! "I'm no stranger to tripping." He idly taps his cane. "I feel like I've been this lucky.... who knows what the future will hold." Maybe someone will spare, maybe someone won't. Talking it over is the right direction to head into.

A god leaving their post. In all the things he is learning these days, it isn't too out there push comes to shove. He still would have a hard pressed time believing if he were to meet such a being.

"That really does sum it all up when you put it like that. It's really a calling to you." He means it as an observation rather than a question.

*She raises a brow when he indicates his cane.*

Don't sell yourself short. You're quite steady on your feet.

*It might be worth noting that Samus has spares--she loads up on the things whenever she finds them. She's just still evaluating Matt.*

I do what I do because if I didn't, I wouldn't be me. That's true of everyone, don't you think?

The cane is always there. And sometimes it's more of a prop than others. "Thank you, I try. I'm more careful than I used to be. Accidents still happen." Which is why he can brush off bruises and black eyes.

"Yes," he smiles a little at the further explanation. "You're more than right. It is always about choice in the end." Matt wants to stay here and still be Daredevil. That's his decision.

"Accidents." Mm-hm.

*Your bluff is being called, Matt.*

And what do you do, when you're choosing?

Smart as a whip. Tough as nails. Hell's Kitchen isn't as observant as Samus. Then again maybe Matt is so much more of a character in these parts. "That is when I bite off more than I can chew. I think I can do things that I should probably rethink." Matt licks his lips thoughtfully. "I'm foolhardy you could say."

"What's right. What would be for the greater good."

*Hell's Kitchen is a place where you stay alive by keeping your head down and staying out of whatever's blowing up. Samus Aran's life is a place where you stay alive by seeing everything coming and dealing with it at range whenever possible. It selects for different traits.*

A calling of your own.

Maybe things would not have gone down the same way they had, as hard and fast if Samus was close or people like her. Either way, her skills have helped her world. Matt has to make up for last time. Or so he believes. A solo mission.

"Yes. That's What I would call it." And this is a pretty close admission to anything in public. Matt should feel tense, anxious. He feels... a strange sense of confidence and peace.

*She nods thoughtfully for a moment.*

Well. Let's see what you've got. You want to do this in the ring, or find a quiet corner?

He should not be surprised. Matt swallows and turns a little. "Not here, please. Somewhere else quiet." Somewhere he can cut the act with no witnesses. When you keep a secret so long knowing the threat it is hard to just throw that all away.

*She's taking in his reaction with hooded eyes.*

Lead on, then.

If at least one thing can be said, he can't catch facial expressions that small! Hah. "Outside?" In case she has a preference. Matt is a gentleman.

Alright.

*She takes a moment to gather her things, tucking them into a gym bag, before heading outside. She moves with the languid grace of a big cat, power at ease. She's watching Matt out of the corner of her eye, though, reading his body language and letting him choose their path.*

He stand still, waiting. All of his belongings are already packed up. His own bag is slung over his back. It's not large. Just gloves, boxing tape, towels, water and a few things for the showers. When she finishes he leads on. The gym is in a residential area. Peaceful and not exactly the place to duke it out... but there is a park covered with threes. Matt heads that way.

"Please tell me if you have any objections for location."

Mm, I'd prefer it weren't ridiculously cold or otherwise immediately hazardous to our health, but I suspect I'm better-protected on that front than you, so whatever you pick should be fine.

There is still a chill in the air. Matt's hastiness is showing. And maybe some nerves. He smiles at her assessment. "Well, the point of it is to see what I can do. I don't think it would take too long..." Samus has been nothing but patient and kind to him. He doesn't see any kind of mechanization to do him harm.

*Oh, Matt. Matt, Matt, Matt. Ask Verity how many bruises Samus can gift to someone in the course of helping them.*

Still selling yourself short. You sometimes react to obstacles before your cane encounters them; your breathing deepens when you're under stress, which speaks of training; and what I can see of your stride, stance, and build under that suit tell me you're quite the acrobat for an unaugmented human. It's a good bluff, most people are probably fooled.

This is absolutely a question he should have asked before this moment. He exhales and it would be the beginning of a laugh if he didn't feel so swiftly, efficiently gutted. Matt drops his cane and takes off his backpack.

"I'm used to most people, Samus."

*Swift and efficient are two of her specialties. She sets aside her bag, turning to face him. Her pulse barely changes, but subtle changes in muscle tension shift her from "casual walking" to "combat ready" with barely a visible change. Matt might be one of the few people equipped to observe it in action.*

Most people aren't in the Nexus. Either relax, because the odds are slim of anyone here ever getting back to your Facet, or sharpen up your game because people will notice the slips. Whenever you're ready.

*What is she talking about? Her hands aren't up in any kind of a guarding position. Maybe she's taunting him, with that.*

Hearing her prepare is a lot like straining your ears for a dog whistle. It is happening. And she's so very subtle. Like Stick. Like Nobu. Both left him very aware of his short comings. Oh. And one thing he forgot. Glasses. He plops them down on his bag. Fists come up just short of his shoulders and like any fighter of experience he's leading with one foot and the other behind to minimize hit surface area. This might be a scrapping but his fists are relatively passive.

"Ready."

Well?

*With a word, she lays claim to the advantage of the second mover, goading him to act first. She's standing straight-on at the moment, presenting the widest, most inviting target she can. Her hands float down by her hips, open palms turning toward him in prodding expectation.*

Surely this is only the start of her testing. Matt evens out his breathing and gives no count or verbal notification that they're going now. He springs her way and tries to aim a punch, a soft one, to her side with his right hand while the left overs to guard either his face or wherever.

*Oh, yes. His attack prompts a quiet, thoughtful sound from the Hunter. She barely seems to move, leaning just enough for the blow to graze against her side, passing between her arm and body--before that arm cinches in against her to trap him. Fingers curled and hand tilted back to strike with the heel of her palm, her right hand trying to rise inside his guard in a shot at his jaw.*