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[heartstings]

[It's pretty early in the morning and Kenzi looks a little tired, the comm in her hands isn't exactly steady but she doesn't look distressed. To anyone who has been there they'll recognize that she's in Chilton's office. The mess she found can't be seen and she's not going to show it just yet.

She runs her hand down her face before heading for the door as if to leave with the camera focused on her face.]

I had plans with Fre-- Chilton earlier tonight...last night, whatever, but he never showed. He didn't even return any of my texts which he usually does, quite quickly I might add. So I decided to check up on him. Y'know, thought maybe he'd been sent home or just got too tied up with work and forgot.

[She stops in the doorway, turning to face the interior of the room.]

Yeah, def not thinking that's the case. [She turns her comm so everyone can get a good look at the mess she found. There's blood, for those looking close enough, and it looks like a struggle took place. She lets it linger for a moment before turning it back to her, she does not look happy.]

I don't know what the hell happened but... [She trails off and bites her bottom lip to keep from making threats over the network. But the threat is still there, silent as it is. She looks like she might say more for a moment before turning off the feed.]

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[mercyisweakness]

[ At first she wanted to show herself as what she truly is: a dragon red in scales, terrible to behold. But then she remembers her mother's advice, to hide, to watch and learn, and to not to fall to arrogance and die from her strongest enemies, the ultimate failure. So she decided to show herself as a human, but decided against that as well and just presented her voice: a feminine voice, cool and coy, a voice that reminds one of a flirtatious secretary.

Let them think that, she thinks. This world is not home, but one day she will make it hers and one day she will find out how to return home with this gift to her great and terrible mother. Such an act will ascend her to such greatness that even the lowest of humans will know her name, and will swear to it as they will swear to a god's name. ]

Anyone from Krynn is here, please reply to this . . . [ she gestures toward the camera in front of her. ] Whatever this thing is.

My name is Crematia.


And do we have to do these occupations they give us after kidnapping us from our worlds where we have our own goals to achieve?

[ Because ugh, really? This is why she hates the idea of being undercover - it goes against her most basic instincts. ]

And what is a beautician?

[ It sounds so shallow to her. Why wasn't she given a warrior's station? ]

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[notdaredevil]

[Matt’s had a lot to think about, since he got here. A lot of decisions to make. But he never intended to be in hiding; he’s not going to stay out of the conflict, this time, if conflict comes. So it feels like it might be important to go on record, for this, and say some things.]

My name is Matt Murdock. Over the past two months, I’ve spoken to many of you about a lot of things. Law, super powered trials, registration, the quality of the sandwiches down 14th street…and some of you I knew before, from my life as a defense attorney in New York City. And I’ve noticed there’s at topic that keeps resurfacing, over and over, about what’s the right thing to do, and whether or not you have or should take what you’ve been given. I’m sure some of you have answers by now, but if you don’t, let me shed some light on the subject for you.

[He sounds perfectly at ease with this, matter-of-fact, an indisputable list of evidence laid out piece by piece, with full conviction that what he's saying is absolutely 100% honest and his decisions are the right ones:]

These are the facts as I know them: you do not have to register. You do not have to stay in the job you were given. I can and will personally testify to that; I’ve left my position as a probationary defense attorney with a firm in town to go out on my own. You will lose whatever grandfathered certifications you received from the government to continue working in your old field, or the field they assigned you. But you can re-obtain those under your own steam, if you're willing to put in the effort. I retook the bar a few weeks ago. I couldn’t stop them from pulling strings so I could take it ahead of their regularly scheduled sessions, and I don’t feel comfortable about that. But I decided it was more important to be answerable to my own principles than to have a secure job somewhere under someone else’s direction. I’m not interested in taking something I didn’t earn for myself, and I am not going to have that sort of leverage hanging over my head- that my career was something they granted me rather than something I did on my own.

[His voice picks up volume now, getting stronger, more definite, more sure:]

I will also testify that I have been here for well over two months, and I have still declined to register. I don’t believe in it. I will never believe in it. I can’t agree to forced oversight unanswerable to any process of law, and that’s the way it is. Nobody has come to twist my arm yet. [He pauses, for a second.] At least, nobody from the government here. So you have that option. Recognize, however, that there are consequences to being a vigilante, if that’s what you choose to do. There always have been consequences, and there always will be. Whether or not you feel that’s a risk worth taking is a personal decision you have to make for yourself. Whether or not you even feel there’s a cause worth standing for and taking that risk.

[You can practically hear him rounding the finish line, heading for the conclusion with full confidence:]

I hope that at least gives some of you some peace of mind. If there’s any questions you want to ask me about it, I can only speak to my personal experiences, but please feel free. You’re welcome to stop by my new office any time if you’d like to talk in person as well. I can’t say it’s comparably fancy to the old one, but at least it’s my office.