2015-02-13 11:33
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((Continued from here...))
As much as Dr. Octavius would prefer a stealthy approach, there's only one way he has to move quickly across the city, and it's not the most subtle. On the plus side, while he did stop not far from the hideout to place a call that will likely draw the police, the rooftops aren't the first place they're going to look. His captive, who has turned out to be something of an unexpected ally, has been rebound at wrists and ankles with a length of cord that hobbles his steps. It's more for show than security, since he's already let the man arm himself with a small piece of metal tucked in reach up his sleeve. The nightsticks have been returned, if only because he's being restrained and kept out of reach of the flesh-and-blood man. The metal arms, after all, don't find those a threat.
Thus bound, Daredevil has been wrapped in a curled actuator- tight enough he couldn't get free if he tried, but gentle enough not to hurt, and all that says just how precise and controlled those metal arms truly are. He should be used to being lifted up already, and this time it's more comfortably so, around the waist, but then when they leave the building, he can hear the crunching grip of actuator claws on concrete, as the arms scale the wall, and then they're off and moving at speed across the rooftops, swinging easily over alleys, and it's a kind of locomotion like nothing else. Sight isn't needed to enjoy this, and in fact he's better off keeping his eyes closed thanks to the rush of the wind. It's almost like flying, and if he could see, his captor enjoys this method of travel. It's almost over too soon, as they sink and land in an alley, Octavius giving a quiet grunt as weight is dropped back onto his own feet. "All right, we've got a fire escape to go up, and no tricks." He doesn't quite trust him, really. The actuator holding Daredevil brings him close enough for Octavius to clamp a solid hand on his shoulder. Then all four arms are in retreat, rearranging and drawing themselves up, and there's pressure as the bigger man leans on him just a little. Arms hidden under the long coat, he's carrying a lot of weight on his own two legs, now, but it does make him less recognizeable as the infamous Doc Ock.
As much as Dr. Octavius would prefer a stealthy approach, there's only one way he has to move quickly across the city, and it's not the most subtle. On the plus side, while he did stop not far from the hideout to place a call that will likely draw the police, the rooftops aren't the first place they're going to look. His captive, who has turned out to be something of an unexpected ally, has been rebound at wrists and ankles with a length of cord that hobbles his steps. It's more for show than security, since he's already let the man arm himself with a small piece of metal tucked in reach up his sleeve. The nightsticks have been returned, if only because he's being restrained and kept out of reach of the flesh-and-blood man. The metal arms, after all, don't find those a threat.
Thus bound, Daredevil has been wrapped in a curled actuator- tight enough he couldn't get free if he tried, but gentle enough not to hurt, and all that says just how precise and controlled those metal arms truly are. He should be used to being lifted up already, and this time it's more comfortably so, around the waist, but then when they leave the building, he can hear the crunching grip of actuator claws on concrete, as the arms scale the wall, and then they're off and moving at speed across the rooftops, swinging easily over alleys, and it's a kind of locomotion like nothing else. Sight isn't needed to enjoy this, and in fact he's better off keeping his eyes closed thanks to the rush of the wind. It's almost like flying, and if he could see, his captor enjoys this method of travel. It's almost over too soon, as they sink and land in an alley, Octavius giving a quiet grunt as weight is dropped back onto his own feet. "All right, we've got a fire escape to go up, and no tricks." He doesn't quite trust him, really. The actuator holding Daredevil brings him close enough for Octavius to clamp a solid hand on his shoulder. Then all four arms are in retreat, rearranging and drawing themselves up, and there's pressure as the bigger man leans on him just a little. Arms hidden under the long coat, he's carrying a lot of weight on his own two legs, now, but it does make him less recognizeable as the infamous Doc Ock.
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He fingers the piece of metal up his sleeve, the batons firmly in their holders in his boots. This seemed like a pretty open area for an exchange. He wasn't sure what yet, but something was bothering him about it. Nerves, he told himself and tried to shake the feeling as he's set back on his feet. With a nod, he starts to ascend the ladder, slowly and feigning exhaustion when he reaches the top.
It didn't seem like anyone was here yet. But Matt knew they weren't alone. Two heartbeats stepped out from around a rooftop pigeon coop, their semi-automatic weapons in hand. In the distance, a helicopter was circling, waiting for the all clear signal from his henchmen. While the Kingpin was interested in capturing Daredevil, he was also making sure there weren't any tricks.
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"I'm here. He's here. Let's get this over with quickly." Dr. Octavius addressed the men, coming off as surly and impatient, which might not be inaccurate at all.
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The two henchmen seem to have no sign of money or briefcase on their person.
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"He's here. Not my damn fault he dresses in black." Dr. Octavius shoves Daredevil into slightly better view in front of him, but also clamps a hand on his shoulder again to do it, and doesn't let go. Against the black costume, the rope hobbling his ankles and binding his wrists together stands out pale.
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The main henchman swallows before reaching for his radio, "Looks like it's really 'im, sir." He listens with it up to his ear so none of the others could hear. Save for Daredevil. Good. Give the man his reward. Fisk's voice. A briefcase is produce from the side as the guns are trained on the man in black. The henchmen advancing slowly to make the exchange.
Something else catches Matt's ear, something faint as he's being pushed forward slightly. Way off to the right on a nearby rooftop another radio squawked. The Kingpin's voice coming through. "You may fire when ready." The sniper set his weapon, a large bazooka, aiming at the party gathered on the next roof. He was going to take them all out at once. Matt didn't know what kind of weapon was trained at them, but he had to get out of there.
"...snipers," he says quickly in a whisper, hoping if the Doc hadn't heard it, his metal friends would. He's only just able to get his wrist bonds cut as the sniper fires. Two more on the remaining rooftops firing at almost the same time. The Kingpin would have the best seat in the house to watch them go up in a firey explosion.
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The actuators are blind under his coat, but not deaf. One of the lower claws plants on the roof with a solid thud, claws digging in a little, an instant before it lifts their host off his feet and pulls him to one side, the other three rising to form a protective cage around him. It's a cage with gaps, and they don't move as fast as a bullet, but Daredevil does hear a few ping off the metal plates, saving Dr. Octavius from multiple shots.
The guards on the roof, of course, are more than a little surprised by this display, and possibly surprised enough not to immediately realize the more serious threat is the now-free Daredevil.
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"What is that?!"
Chaos immediately broke out on the rooftop. Starting with the large explosion from the missile that misses hitting its mark and hits the roof next door instead.
The henchmen forgetting to keep Daredevil covered as they open fire on the crazy man with the metallic arms. Daredevil springs into action, slicing his ankle ropes as he flips forward and hurls the bit of metal at the main henchman's hand. The large man yells in pain as Daredevil, batons now in hand, takes him out with two blows to the head. He drops like a sack of potatoes, his radio skidding across the cement. The second henchman realizing his mistake, turns his gun on the man in black, but too late. On orders from the Kingpin, his snipers were firing on anything that moved, including their own men. Matt has just the presence of mind to grab the dying henchman and use him for a shield as he back up, trying to find some sort of cover. He was out in the open though, this was not an ideal situation. And Fisk might as well be in his tower for all the farther away he was in the chopper.
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...while unnoticed, Daredevil hangs on a line attached to the feet of the copter. He is NOT letting Fisk get away this time.
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Doc Ock is, however briefly, out of sight on the side of the building. The lights of the copter tell him it'll be over the alley soon enough, and then he'll be in plain view directly below them and trapped between narrow alley walls. The arms stretch and flex, their thoughts synchronous enough with his own he's not sure where the line between them is. Dangling sideways, he moves around the right angle corner of the building, so that by the time the copter is coming lower over the alley, he's not there. Instead he is abruptly leaping up over the edge of the roof, briefly airborne with the force of the actuator's thrust, landing on the copter with all four metal arms finding places to grab and hold wherever seems convenient. Nearly four hundred pounds of man and metal is enough to make it wobble alarmingly, and then while three arms are well anchored, the fourth claw rips at metal, shredding whatever part of the vehicle happens to be under its grip. It finds another place to grab, and a different arms takes up the violent dismantling of the copter, then another. He seems to have no problem ripping the thing apart even as he's clinging to it and swaying through the air.
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"Get him off!!" the Kingpin shouts, pointing at the bug on the windshield while his men swing their guns around to point at him. The poor pilot trying to get control of a very heavy helicopter at the moment. Daredevil climbs up quickly, both feet finding the henchman's face before he can pull the trigger on the doctor. Unfortunately, he does pull it while his aim is off and the missile explodes in the cabin. BOOM!!
Everyone thrown back and out of the exploding helicopter as a white parachute opens slightly away from it, the Kingpin having bailed out rather than stay and fight.
The man without fear is left hanging off his rope again, ears ringing and still attached to the flaming helicopter that was plunging towards the nearest city park. Crashing was imminent.
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"Grab on to me!" In the panic of impending doom, Dr. Octavius at least has enough heart to make some attempt to rescue his ally. One actuator claw reaches out toward him, not close enough to wrap around the vigilante, but close enough to give him something to grab onto. They're long, extended out fully, but can only reach so far. Meanwhile the other arms are re-positioning their grip carefully, while he watches the fast-approaching ground, gauging when the arms will need to fling him clear and hopefully to safety.
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But as he uses the arm for leverage back up into the firey cockpit, he realizes Fisk is not there. "NO!" he pounds on the seat with a fist as the helicoptor lurches wildly on its side mid-air. Below, people are scattering in fear, trying to get out of the way as the coper slams and tumbles along the ground before coming to rest against a very large tree.
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As soon as they're stable on the ground, the legs are on the move again, carrying them at a gallop away from the sliding copter and towards the nearest alley. It's time to flee the neighborhood, and fast. The police were on their way here, already, and now they've got a giant signal flare to follow. Keeping to walls and trying to travel below the roofline, the actuators move their host and ally away with no specific destination in mind.
One arms stays coiled around Daredevil, a metal python around his waist. Beside him Dr. Octavius is breathing heavily in the aftermath of adrenaline-fueled panic and anger. The briefcase of money is clutched to his chest, and he smells of blood and gunpowder.
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"*cough* ....got...away. *cough cough*" What he meant to say was the Kingpin got away. Matt couldn't have felt worse if he tried. That plan was a complete failure.
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Dr. Octavius has been silent while he recovers, apart from his own panting, wheezing and cough. First he's nearly strangled, then he's shot at, then in an explosion... this has not been a good night. At least he didn't get quite the dose of smoke Daredevil did, from climbing right into the cockpit. He nods in response, thinking only of their own getaway, but of course that goes unseen. "Need... somewhere to patch up..." His voice is rougher again, as it was after the stranglehold. "Must be a medical clinic I could break into..."
That may sound like a horrible thing to do, but he figures his options are limited, and he's bleeding.
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Sirens were coming nearer, heading towards the park.
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His real feet that is.
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He's definitely a solid man, and he gives a hiss of pain the first time Daredevil starts trying to prop him up. An actuator echoes the hiss, claw whipping closer. "...No. No, it's... leave it." His voice is rough, but his tone is firm. "He's trying to help." It's not Matt he's talking to. The claw lowers, subdued.
This time he hands off the briefcase to a claw, and makes some effort to carry his own weight. He's not only solid, but tall, and when the arm that was supporting him contracts to hide under the long coat, he sags heavily against Daredevil and may send them both staggering. "They're... heavy." He wheezes in explanation. That's an understatement.
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Daredevil has a baton up to block the moment the actuator is coming at him but the metal snake stops at a command. Now he knew for certain these "creatures" were alive and not just robotics grafted to their creator. "We may...have to get a small truck," he tries to make a joke and stay focused at the same time. He was not one to give up so easily.
As far as he could discern, Matt himself was beaten and bruised, but nothing broken. However, he couldn't tell as much from the other man. "Are you injured?" Hopefully it wasn't something glaringly obvious like a missing arm or something.
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"Just winged, I think... I hope..." He's caught his breath just a little, but walking on his own two feet has him panting again. "Arm's bleeding... quite... quite a lot, actually." He sounds mildly surprised, in a light-headed kind of way. "I've survived worse." He gives a weak chuckle, trying to keep his feet moving, one and then the other, just two of them.
"The last time I tried to drive a truck... had to push the seat all... the way back, and have the actuators wrap around the back of it." They add mass at his back, and uncomfortably so, a fact Daredevil has some perspective on already, from the other side. "They... can carry me. But not on the street, I'll draw attention..."
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"Hey....look you--four," Matt says, trying to gain some control over this situation. Would someone say 'hey you' to an actuator? If he can get them to understand and follow him, they'd make it. He taps on one of the arms to try and get their attention, since the Doc seemed like he was getting a little punchy from loss of blood. "You understand me?"
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With the arms under his coat, what Daredevil is patting is at his back, but there's a little rattle and click from ankle level, as one peers up at him from under the ragged hem. It's as much an answer as he's likely to get directly.
"...Moe." Dr. Octavius mutters, staggers slightly, and refocuses. They can understand... you fine."
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Moe. Okay, now's not the time to ask.
"If they can carry you, they can follow me once we reach the alley." He knew all the back alleys of Hell's Kitchen and knew how to avoid being seen. Even in the company of a mechanical octopus.
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"Fo... follow him. Even if I pass out." Any instruction he gives carries a lot more weight than Daredevil's ever could. That they can apparently keep going without his being conscious is significant, and bad news for anyone who might try to sneak up on him while he's asleep.
"They don't... I don't... like doctors." He adds, letting his weight rest on the harness. "The last time..." Dr. Octavius pauses there, and finishes very carefully, "...didn't end well for them."
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The lights are off inside, fortunate for them. Matt knows where the extra key is, part of a favor for saving the owner's life once. He unlocks the door and makes sure the doctor isn't far behind. So far, nobody's noticed their trek there and the sirens had died out since they left the park.
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At the door, the actuators pause, waiting for Daredevil to unlock the door, but once they've followed him inside they see less reason for caution, the upper two lifting to look around. "I've never... stitched myself up... hope there's a lot of lidocaine..." He's got only a vague idea how to go about it, but obviously he needs to do something to stop the bleeding.
in case you wonder, this man is not canon
It seems that he's abandoning Doc Ock as he lights for the stairs to the upper apartment. There's the faint sound of him knocking on a door. And the sleepy answer back.
A moment later, Matt is coming down the stairs followed by a older thinner man who's putting on his glasses and rolling up his sleeves. "Gunshot wound, I think," Matt was saying to him. "Good heavens," the older man murmured at the yards of metal arms sprawling out of the man in front of him.
I figured NPC ;)
As Daredevil heads for the stairs, he squints after him suspiciously, but his new ally hasn't betrayed him yet.
The doctor returns to a stocky middle-aged man in ragged clothes, straddling a chair backwards and scowling at them warily, squinting a little. All four arms emerging from under his coat pause, swiveling three-pronged talons at him, then largely dismiss him as a threat and return to rummaging, bringing a few bottles to their host's face for him to read the labels. He was hoping for aspirin, but some of these painkillers are probably better, if unfamiliar.
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Daredevil hovers nearby, trying to look like he wasn't holding a bruised rib and being ready to help should anything go wrong. If those mechanical arms got any bad ideas, he was going to get Linus out of here in a hurry.
The doctor asks to see the arm in question, a towel in hand to wash off the wound so he can see it better.
Unfortunately for Octavius, all the good stuff was locked up for the night to prevent thieves from stealing it for the black market. However a bottle of whiskey might turn up from a cupboard if the arms keep looking around.
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Unfortunately exposing his arm requires removing coat and shirt, and he tries to stifle the small noises of pain when he has to move that arm, using the other one to cradle it. The tourniquet has to come off, since it's over his sleeve, and the arms do most of the work getting the layers off. Underneath the shirt the metal band covers half his torso, scar tissue all around the upper edge, and another starburst burn scar over his heart with a suspiciously tri-pronged shape. He leans forward on the back of the chair, letting the doctor do what he needs to on his arm. He's been winged once, which is more or less a shallow cut, but a second bullet hit his arm dead on. If the actuators hadn't moved him, it probably would have hit him in the chest instead.
The arms gather around and hover, claws open and fixing the surgeon with LEDs and cameras from close range.
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Matt brings over one of the lights from the side, one of those for surgery that are on a long metal neck, aiming it at Doc Ock's arm. Maybe he should play distraction while Linus was occupied. "There's lollypops for the good patients," he says, leaning in a wooden bracing beam next to the chair Doc Ock was sitting in. Fully inside the reach of the metal arms and hopefully a more tantalizing target.
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The arms, rather than retreat, simply try to shift their positions, wanting to watch without stopping anything that actually helps. Face turned away from the light, Octavius slumps a little lower in the chair. "I'd settle for vodka." He shivers once, feeling terrifyingly exposed. His breathing is definitely improving, but his heartbeat is uneven, picking up every time he feels a stitch or the doctor reaches for some instrument he can't easily see, the subtle arrhythmia more noticeable now. "I see you managed not to get shot full of holes, at least... anything broken?"
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He goes over to a cupboard and opens it up, pulling out a small flask of alcohol and giving it to the man in the chair. "Should be brandy." Dr. Linus about to work on pulling out the bullet from the second wound.
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The brandy is a definite surprise, though. He reaches for it with a flesh and blood hand, but since the other one is currently being picked apart by Dr. Linus, he has to have an actuator help to get the top off. "...Thanks." He takes a healthy swig, from the sound of liquid sloshing in the bottle, and offers it back to Daredevil with a helpful little nudge of the other man's hand.
He knows.
"What... kind of a place is this, anyways? You patch up just anyone?" He squints sidelong at the doctor.
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Daredevil takes the flask and sets it on the nearby table. Alcohol dulled the senses, not something he wants to use right now. However, his adrenaline levels were coming down now that the fight was over and exhaustion clamping down on him. It was a good thing he didn't have to go to court tomorrow. He leans against a nearby wall, arms crossed to keep his aching rib in and listened to the doctor's efforts as best as he could. There's a satisfied sound from Linus as he extracts the bullet and lets it clink into a metal basin before working on dressing the wound.
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"...I'll keep that in mind." He sighs, and folds his other arm across the chair back so he can rest his head on it. "If costumed so-called superheroes keep dogging me at every turn, I may need patching up again." He's been feeling rough, frankly, since he staggered out of the hospital the night after the arms were welded to him via electrocution. "You must get a lot of work, in this neighborhood."
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That earns a smirk from Matt, Linus had assumed it was his fault that the mechanical man was beaten up. "It keeps things simple," he says, going along with the misconception.
XD I'm around!
"I'd be content to avoid violence, in the future, but that doesn't seem likely."
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"Impossible in this town," Daredevil says, straightening with a barely perceptible wince. He's going to make sure the 8 armed man leaves without incident.
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"I may be back. Thank you." It's a stiff and grudging thanks, but it's there. "And you... don't make me regret all this anymore than I already do." The last is directed at Daredevil.
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"You have your money," he says, he would hold up his end of the bargain if he wasn't double crossed in return. And he knew Otto still had the briefcase.
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"...And you didn't stab me in the back." He seems to find that a welcome surprise. "I'll remember that." The thudding footsteps that come closer are the actuator claws, Octavius' own feet drifting an inch or so off the floor again. Slightly reluctant, he offers out a hand to shake. It's not an offer of friendship or trust, exactly, but he's willing to not mark Daredevil as a full-on enemy, either.
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"I'm sure we'll be... seeing each other, around."
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"I would have thought you'd had enough of Hell's Kitchen's welcome by now," Matt says with a knowing smirk. Here's hoping their next meeting isn't as soon or as dangerous as this one has been. And here's hoping neither of them will double cross the other.
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Octavius gives a quiet snort, but shakes hands firmly before retreating a little. At times the arms seem to move as if they're simply a part of him, an extra set of limbs, while other times they're clearly their own sentient creatures. Not many people have had the chance to study them up close like this.
"I didn't say it would be soon. But good luck getting your man, I wouldn't mind seeing him end badly." An actuator collects some extra gauze and bandage tape, because he's going to need that for a few days at least. He'll leave the brandy, much as he'd love to take it along, and he won't be leaving any money, but he just may keep his eye on this place. If anybody messes with Dr. Linus and Daredevil doesn't get to them first, they're going to find a short end at Doc Ock's talons.