#blackskies

[doxiverse]

"Augh I should work on my comic script"

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*draws this instead*

[vainaspaver]

…theentrance… by *ines_maria

[hotandmysterious]

Full moon in Scorpio 9:49pm

Felt the energy... melancholic but seductive.

[itsredroseclub]

[shysharkart]

*Your sins are catching up with you

(Birthday present for a dear friend of mine)

[tomirovira]

[idreamedof]

The combine shed #shedsofinstagram #fullsun #darkskyshots #blacksky https://www.instagram.com/p/Co4Iv_Go8Fv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[aradxan]

[saintadeline]

for bloodborne women. could you draw those two hunters from the nightmare grand cathedral (LHB one and blacksky eye one) i think about them so much

Obviously i could never pass up that opportunity. A bit of a "we saw you across the bar and we hate your vibe"

[ot3]

i know all social media is fundamentally lacking in content moderation policies that Actually protect anyone, especially black and trans people, but also. this seems worse than most systems???

That means that under Bluesky’s new content moderation policy, a user who was suspended for hate speech or making violent threats would still be able to engage with other servers running on AT Protocol. Bluesky has always been transparent about becoming a decentralized social network, but the swift action it previously took against users who threatened others convinced many Bluesky early adopters that the platform would continue to shut down violent or hateful rhetoric.  “While this may not be your vision necessarily, I think a lot of people are less concerned with moving to a new instance of Bluesky, than making sure bigots are not able to have *any* instance on here,” Ben Perry, a Bluesky user also known as tedcruznipples, replied to Graber’s thread. “They shouldn’t be given the opportunity to have federation and proliferate their message.”  Bluesky rolled out custom algorithms the day after Graber announced the new moderation policy. The feature allows users to choose from Bluesky’s “marketplace of algorithms” instead of just seeing content from the “master algorithm” that most social media sites employ. Like Twitter lists, users will be able to toggle between the “What’s hot” tab, a tab of people they follow and tabs for custom feeds they’ve pinned. The “Cat Pics” feed shows, predictably, cat pics, while other feeds lean more toward memes and NSFW content.  But many Bluesky users — particularly Black Bluesky users — questioned the timing of the roll out. Rudy Fraser, who created a custom algorithm for Black users called Blacksky, said it was unfortunate that Bluesky tried to offer custom algorithms as a “solution” to the moderation debate.  “As if a new feature would resolve the underlying issue and as if they couldn’t just ban the offending user,” Fraser said. [source]

this article is from summer last year but bluesky's own currently provided information about their moderation system doesnt give me particularly any more confidence

[mushroomwithsomeink]

Alright so for the Bloodborne ask game!

1.Favorite boss fight? 4. Favorite weapon? 8.Favorite NPC?

33.Favorite area?  36. What's the hardest fight in the game?

39.Hot takes on any Bloodborne lore? and 49. What's your favorite thing about Bloodborne?

1. Base Game: Shadows of Yharnam easily, while they don’t have cool lore to add into the game, but they make up for it in spades in terms of fun factor. The learning curve, and figuring out which Shadow to go after always manages to offer me tons of excitement and joy!

DLC: It has to go to Ludwig, fighting him for the first time I didn’t think of him much till the second phase hit. Good lord… that second phase man! It’s a literal spectacle in of itself, and the music is the definition of heavenly~ (tis unfortunate I can’t solo him anymore like the first time, always gotta consult Valtr’s help for him now.)

4. Ooh tricky, if we’re talking dex my favorites have to be the Rakuyo and Burial Blade, both of these weapons are really fun to use and the transformation from their normal form to their trick mode is so cool! As for strength, using the Holy Moonlight Blade also oozes fun factor for me, I know it’s not as good as Ludwig’s Holy Blade but… come on! Its a magic sword that glows teal, and shoots arcane waves and blasts at your opponents how is that not cool!

8. Doll will always be my one pookie, always gives me a sense of comfort whenver I return to the dream, just sucks we can’t hug her. Honorable mention goes to the Oedon Chapel Dweller, he’s been my homie in the entirety of Yharnam especially with how hostile nearly everyone is towards you.

9. Byrgenwerth, it be very prettyyyyy, love looking at the lake and moon.

10. Laurence, I can never consistently kill this man. the first time I did I called for help online bc I got fed up with attempting him so many times. And the second time I just spammed Blacksky eye till I extinguished him. I don’t know why but the moment he loses his legs my attempt just gets thrown out the window for me, that’s not to say that his first phase is easy for its still plenty difficult for me.

11.

Oh and- the Pthumerians and the Chalice Dungeons should’ve had more of a presence in the story, their placement in the game feels like an afterthought!

49. 😤 The fashion my dude, and the weapons! I could go on for HOURS about how I love these two specific aspects of Bloodborne. But that would mean clogging this entire ask up and I wouldn’t want to do that to you. Look if these things were actually real, I would get them in a heart beat.

[pyro-madder]

1, 9, 10, 14, 23, 37, 38, 35 <3

MANY... 1 was already answered here. Again I'll put a readmore because I don't get other occasions to ramble like this X)

9. Favorite outfit ? Huge fan of wearing the Doll's clothes above hunting pants (+ gloves & hat). That's the default outfit I settled on for my female hunter, it genuinely goes so hard. It even looks like moth wings from above !

10. Sexiest boss ? again, Daddy G is basically the reason I played at all 😔🙏🙌

honorary monsterfucking mention : the moon presence taking hold of the hunter awoke something in me

14. What gear do you always carry with you ? monocular + hand lantern. For my arcane build, I'll usually have the Blacksky Eye and the Augur equipped at all times.

In fact, because I have the reflex of pulling the monocular in front of NPCs, my one fear was to inadvertently blast them with the Augur, especially since you can change gear while using the monocular... thankfully it never happened X)

23. Iosefka. Thoughts ? Not many ! Not many... ;_; apart from "oh... pretty.........." and "wym "trying your hand" on me" 😳

Because they share facedatas, I may go the lazy route and go for a good twin-"evil" twin trope for the two... i don't know, really, for now i don't know anymore than what the game tells us. Hopefully inspiration will strike one of these days,,

37. What do you think of the Old Hunters DLCs ? It's great ! It doesn't forgive but it's great.

I especially enjoyed going through the Research Hall and the Fishing Hamlet, because in both cases I felt like I was in a totally different game. The latter especially has such a unique setting compared to the rest of the game ; I enjoy the aesthetic of a fishing town by itself, so if you add the fact of finishing your journey where everything began... a small, unassuming village by the sea... it makes me a bit emotional.

35. Do you like the Chalice Dungeons ? Why or why not ? I remember watching my brother begrudgingly dragging himself through them for Platinum and procrastinated trying them as a result, but once I did, surprisingly, I had fun !

Some areas and bosses are bullshit, and I don't think I'll attempt to do more than those necessary to reach lady Yharnam + the hintertombs, but it's nice to follow a pattern and to see completely different enemies and locations than in main game. I was in awe the first time I reached one of those ravines crossed by wooden bridges in Loran - again, completely different mood than maingame.

38. You know when you accidentally put your controller down and accidentally shoot your stupid gun ? DSDFGHJ YEAH my one fear was for that to happen in front of the Doll so I was always extra careful when taking a break in the Dream X)

Thankfully, again, it hasn't happened (yet...)

[paranormal-potatoes]

you know, I wonder if the Hunter keeps scars from their deaths? I'm a big fan of the contracted hunters having a scar from Gehrman decapitating them but would they keep other deaths too?

I like when time loops and a character repeatedly coming back to life have visible consequences. the only story where I've seen time loop deaths have a lasting physical effect on the character was Happy Death Day which I loved. it's such a fascinating concept. even if you succeed in changing things and escaping the time loop, you will carry those scars, psychological and physical, forever.

I think the hunter should have scars from their deaths. I think they should have scars from Djura's gatling gun. scars from beasts slashing them. burns from things like A Call Beyond or the Blacksky Eye.

especially if they choose to be freed by Gehrman. they wake up with no memory, covered in scars they can't remember getting.

[transhet-lionblaze]

Reverse warrior cat numero uno, the man himself, Firedstar, now Icestar!

Icestar is a small, spindly, speckled tom with an icy blue-grey pelt that is light like a winter storm. He has a pale silver belly, and short, spiky, dirty fur. As a kittypet, Icestar had a red collar with a silver tag on it.

Past Names: Kittypet: Steel Apprentice: Icepaw Warrior: Iceclaw

Kin: Mother: Chestnut Father: Paul Sister: Pauper Half-Sister: Sapphire Half-Brothers: Harmony, Boots Mate: Earthsky Daughters: Emberspark, Volestar

Mentor: Redstar Temporary Mentors: Lynxclaw, Leopardheart Apprentices: Dusteye, Grassface, Cottonheart Unofficial Apprentices: Gorsetongue, Grapeface

Preceded By: Leopardheart/Redsky Succeeded By: Blacksky/Cottonstar

(Don't comment on how silly and stupid the names are finding the opposite of names is hard JKLRWLJKKLWR)

[punchdrunkdoc]

Chapter 16

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

Masterlist

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Chapter 16

Matt took a step back, his arms dropping away from her. “What?” he whispered.

There was no reply.

The metallic scent that he’d picked up earlier was stronger now, blanketing Calina with a cold aura. Her natural fragrance - that wonderful aroma that had first drawn him to her - was gone, and her pounding heart had slowed to a steady metronome beat. 

She glanced around the room as if to orientate herself...then walked passed him without a word, heading for the front door.

He reached for her hand. “Wait. Where are-”   

She pulled her hand away and shoved him aside. He took a stumbling step back, more from the shock of the sudden violent motion than the force of her push. He grabbed her by the arm this time, and stepped in front of her, blocking her way. “Calina-”

She twisted out of his hold. “Move,” she said. Her voice matched her new scent - cold and…wrong. There was none of the low, melodic warmth in her tone that he was used to. No shy stutter. No…personality…at all.

It was if Calina had disappeared.

What the fuck had just happened?

I’m not going to be me, she’d said.

Even ‘seeing’ the evidence of that with his senses, he still couldn’t understand how she could transform into…this…so quickly.  As if a switch had been flicked.

“You asked me not to let you leave,” he said calmly, his hands up. “I’m just following your wishes.”

Lightening quick, her leg snapped up in a high kick. He dodged and caught her sneaker clad foot inches from the side of his head. She launched herself off the ground in a spin that loosened his grip, and whipped her other foot up to the other side of his head.

This time she connected.

He staggered back from the blow as she landed gracefully in a crouch, one arm raised to the side to balance herself.

Then she took off running for the door.

He tackled her from behind, the two of them crashing to the ground. He heard her knee slam into the hardwood floor but she didn’t utter a sound. She just flipped herself over and punched him in the jaw. He ignored the hit, and grabbed both her arms, pinning them to the floor by her head. “Calina, listen to me. It’s Matt. Come back to me.”

She bucked up beneath him and swept her arms down to her sides, unbalancing him. As his weight collapsed forward she slithered out from underneath him. He was on his feet a moment later, and caught her as she opened the front door. He slammed it closed and flung her away from it. She clattered against the wall separating his hall from the kitchen. He heard a painful-sounding slap as her back impacted the hard surface, but again, she bore the hit silently.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Calina,” he panted, his arms up, ready for her next move.

He was reminded of fighting against Elektra when she returned from the dead as the Blacksky - a mindless weapon in the body of the woman he loved. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her either, but having sparred and fought beside Elektra in the past, he knew what she was capable of. He knew what she could take.

He didn’t know Calina that way.

She was well trained, that was clear, her movements practiced, and quick. But there was something so delicate about her frame. So breakable. He didn’t want to cause permanent damage, not when she had come to him for help, desperate to stop whatever she was meant to do outside this apartment.

Unfortunately, she had no such reservations about hurting him. She kicked at him, pushing herself off the wall for more leverage. She aimed for his gut, but he smacked her leg to the side. Then she came at him in a flurry of hits and kicks. She seemed to favour using her legs and her elbows, her upper arm strength lacking force.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t do some damage. What she lacked in power, she made up for in precision. Each strike was perfectly placed to inflict maximum pain. She hit all his pressure points and sensitive nerve clusters, and didn’t hold back. She fought as if her life depended on it. Single-minded in her intensity.

But there was no emotion involved. No growls of frustration as her hits failed to land. No grunts of pain when he blocked her attacks. No pleading or desperation to be allowed out of the apartment. No remorse at turning on him.

She was completely detached from her humanity.

And it unnerved the hell out of him.

He needed to fix her. She’d mentioned a counteragent before. He needed to get hold of that, and reverse whatever had happened to her. But to do that, he needed to subdue her. Blocking her attacks wasn’t enough - he had to fight back.

Feeling sick at the thought, he nevertheless countered her next punch with one of his own.

Or tried to.

He aimed low, going for a strike against her right flank. But she saw it coming; she twisted out of the way, spinning in the narrow space, and used the momentum to backhand him across the face. He dodged the swipe, flinging his head back and connecting with the door behind him.

He needed to get out of this hallway.

He took control of the fight, forcing her to slowly edge back into the living room while she defended herself from his attacks.

And she defended well.

Really well.

Elektra had been an aggressive fighter. Graceful…but brutal. Always favouring the offensive moves.

Calina was the opposite. Her strength seemed to lie in avoiding attacks. And she was beyond graceful, her movements almost…elegant. Balletic. The way she spun and side-stepped and ducked each of his blows, it was like she was dancing.

And she kept slipping out of his reach, like water between his fingers. He knew his sheer size and strength could overpower her, but he needed to get hold of her first…and that was proving difficult.

He needed to change tacks. He needed to get her to come to him.

So he set a trap.

He raised his right arm a fraction and twisted slightly - subtle adjustments to his stance that left an opening. One she would be itching to take. She wanted this fight to be over as much as him - just for very different reasons.

She took the bait. She kicked out, aiming for his exposed flank. He caught her leg at the knee and held it against him as he sprung forward, unbalancing her. She fell on her back and he landed on top of her. This time he collapsed his lower body onto hers, pinning her legs between his and anchoring her pelvis to the floor. He crossed her arms in front of her body and held them firmly, sandwiching them between her chest and his. She tried to wiggle free, to buck up beneath him, but she was bound tight and held captive by his weight. 

After several long moments of futile struggling, she went still.

Then she opted for an altogether different tactic.

She lifted her head, bringing her face next to his…and blew gently in his ear.

The featherlight caress of air rose goosebumps across the back of his neck. She nuzzled her cheek against his, tilted her head and pressed her lips to the thin, sensitive skin below his eye.

“Stop that,” he growled.

She ignored him. She dragged her lips slowly down and along his stubbled jaw. When she reached his chin, her teeth came into play, nibbling ever so slightly at the hard jut of bone. All the while, her lower body moved sinuously against his, the harsh movements of moments ago replaced by a tortuous slow grinding against his cock.   

“Stop that,” he repeated. “It's not going to work.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Feels like it already is,” she purred, pressing her pelvis more firmly against his growing hardness.   

He frowned at the artificial seduction. Because that’s what it was - artificial. His reactions were purely physiological, a result of clever stimulation to sensitive areas.

And her reactions…were non-existent.

There was no change in her heart beat or breathing. No flush of heat at her core. No scent of arousal. She was still as cold and robotic as before.

It was nothing but an act.

The realisation brought home just how different this version of Calina was - even more than her sudden violence towards him. The Calina he knew wouldn't resort to such blatant manipulation. She wouldn't take advantage of the connection they shared in such a callous way.

He forced his body back under control and lifted his head away from hers. At the evidence of her failure, she dropped her head back to the floor and went limp. She stared up at him. “What's your plan, Daredevil? We can’t stay like this forever.”

“I don’t know about you, but I can stay here for as long as it takes,” he bluffed.

She gritted her teeth - the slight grinding sound the only hint of real emotion since the fight had begun. He started to hope that it was a sign she was coming back to herself. That whatever had taken her over was wearing off.

Until she suddenly reared up and head-butted him in the face.

“Dammit,” he snarled. He’d sensed the move coming at the last moment, but had to take the hit or risk freeing her. He felt a warm gush of blood, the scent of copper rich in the air as his nose bled from the impact.

Her muscles tensed as she prepared to repeat the move, so he dropped his head down to rest against hers, their foreheads pressed together. Every inch of them now touching.

It was the closest he’d been to another human being in months.

He could hear the blood flowing through her veins, and the silk of her hair brushing against the floor. He could hear the whisper of her breath as she exhaled, the air passing through his own lips, bringing her taste to him. He could feel the soft skin of her arms as they brushed against his, and the muscles of her thighs trapped between his own.

It should have felt intimate.

Erotic, even.

But it just felt wrong.

This wasn’t his Calina. This was an imposter.

A soulless facsimile.

“Calina,” he whispered, the words barely making a sound. “Are you in there?”

There was no reply.

But he did hear something else. Something that made him exhale with relief:

The sound of familiar footsteps in the corridor outside.

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 “Matt?” Foggy called through the door as he knocked. “You still here?”

“Come in!” Matt yelled in reply. “Quickly!”

“I know this was supposed to be our weekend off,” Foggy said as he entered the apartment. “But I got a call as I was leaving Josie’s-” The words abruptly stopped, as did his footfalls as he reached the living room. “Um…this seems like a bad time…”

“Foggy I need you to get the handcuffs from my bedside table,” Matt said calmly, his forehead still pressed against Calina’s.

“Uh, you know I’m your wingman for life, but this may be asking a little too much, buddy,” Foggy replied, discomfort evident in his voice. “I’m just gonna go…”

“Foggy, wait,” Matt growled. “It's not what it looks like.”

“That’s what they all say.”

“I’m serious, Fog. There’s something wrong with Calina.” To prove it, he lifted his head and heard his friend gasp at the blood coating his mouth and chin. Calina took the opportunity to try to head-butt him again, but he shifted out of the way, the blow glancing off his cheek instead of his already damaged nose.

“Holy shit!” Foggy said.

“Handcuffs, Fog!” Matt said through gritted teeth.

“Right. On it.” He dropped his briefcase and ran for the bedroom, returning moments later with the metal restraints. “Now what?”

“When I lift up, snap them on her wrists. Be quick,” he warned.

He heard Foggy swallow nervously but he crouched down, holding the cuffs ready. Matt shifted to his knees, straddling Calina. He hooked his feet over her legs to keep them immobile and lifted his weight off her chest. The moment he did, she started to struggle, so he kept her forearms clamped tightly in his fists. He could feel the delicate bones beneath his hands, could feel the pressure he was exerting - just shy of fracturing force.

But he needed to keep her still. She had trusted him to stop her. To not let her leave.

He wouldn’t betray that trust.

Foggy leaned over and quickly attached the restraints.

“Grab my tie over there,” Matt nodded to where he’d tossed the strip of fabric earlier. Jesus, had it only been ten minutes ago?

It was strange how quickly the world could change.

“Tie her ankles,” he instructed his friend.

He could sense Foggy getting to work behind him. “What? No spreader bar to go with the cuffs?” Foggy joked, the shakiness in his voice betraying his nerves. “Wait, don’t answer that. I already learned more than enough about your sex life rummaging through that drawer.”

Matt said nothing, used to his friend’s tendency to ramble when he was freaked out.

“Done,” Foggy said, stepping back.

Matt rose to his feet, wary of any sudden attacks, but Calina just lay on the floor. Silent and still, as if defeated.

He didn’t believe it for a second.

Not wanting to take any chances, he grabbed her by her bound arms and hefted her onto his shoulder. He walked over to the radiator beneath the window and deposited her on the ground. “Can I get your tie, Foggy?”

“Um, Marci gave me this for Christmas. She’d kill me if anything happened to it.”

Matt sighed. “Fine. Grab one from my closet.”

Moments later, Foggy returned and handed him a tie. Matt used it to attach the cuffs to the pipe below the radiator.

He stood up and finally took a deep breath. She wasn’t going anywhere now.

“Okay,” Foggy said. “Do I get to ask ‘what the hell?’ now? Because what the actual hell, Matt?!”

Matt rubbed his forehead, wincing as the action aggravated his nose. She might have broken it with that head-butt. “I have no idea,” he said. His hands came down to rest on his hips. “She came to me - frantic - asking me to keep her here. To make sure she didn’t leave. She was terrified, Foggy. Then she just…”

“What? Snapped?” Foggy guessed.

“The opposite. She went cold. Ice cold. And when I tried to stop her from leaving she attacked me.”

“Good job you know how to defend yourself,” Foggy said.

“Which she was counting on.” He turned to his friend. “She knows, Foggy.”

“What?”

“She knows I’m Daredevil.”

“Wha-? How? For how long?”

Matt shook his head. “I have the same questions as you. Unfortunately, I don’t think she’s in the mood to answer.”

Throughout their conversation, Calina had stared up at Matt, her eyes slightly narrowed and her jaw clenched shut. She seemed unconcerned that they were discussing her in the third person, and was solely concentrating on him. Likely waiting for her opportunity to escape.

“But I know someone who might.” Remembering the phone that Calina had thrust at him, Matt retrieved the device from the ground, thankful it hadn’t been damaged during the fight. He flipped it open and held the first button down until the speed dial function kicked in. Foggy stepped closer, ready to listen in.

It rang twice before an impatient voice answered. “Yes?”

Matt thought he recognised the husky tone and the thick accent from when she’d visited Calina, but he needed to be sure. “Is this Yelena?”

A pause. “Who are you and how do you have this phone?”

“I’m a friend of Calina’s. She needs your help.”

“And she can’t ask me in person because…?”

“She’s not…herself…at the moment. And she’s currently handcuffed to my radiator.”

“Explain.” The amount of venom sunk into that single word caused Foggy to frown and back up slightly.

He quickly recounted the same story he’d given his friend. “Calina told me you had a counteragent.”

“Shit,” Yelena said. “Shit!”

“What happened to her? What counteragent?” Matt asked.

Yelena dodged the questions. “Tell me where you are,” she demanded.

“My apartment - the one opposite Calina’s.”

“Wait, you’re the neighbour? The boring lawyer?”

Foggy frowned at him, mouthing the words ‘boring lawyer’.

Matt ignored him, concentrating on Yelena’s voice as she continued speaking. “Well you did go toe-to-toe with a Widow and lived to tell the tale, so I guess Anya was right. Not so boring after all.”

Matt frowned and shook his head. “What? Who’s Anya.”

“Never mind. We’ll be there in two hours. Keep her safe. Do not let her leave.”

“Yeah, I got that message.”

“I’m serious. If she gets out…I'm not sure she'll be able to come back from that again.”

Matt was getting tired of the cryptic statements. “Come back from what?” he gritted out.

“I’ll let Calina explain when we free her. Two hours.”

She hung up.

Matt snapped the phone closed and pocketed it.

“Who was that?” Foggy asked.

Matt raked his hands through his hair, frustrated at the lack of answers. “I don’t know, Foggy! Some friend of Calina’s. She said they went to school together, but that was obviously bullshit. Everything was fucking bullshit!” He shoved the dining chair next to him until it clattered against the table, the whole structure almost toppling over.   

Every encounter between them, every conversation came rushing back - and they were all tinged with this new veneer of deceit. Had everything been a ruse? Designed to get close to him - to get close to Daredevil?

For what purpose?

Who the fuck had he let into his life?

“Hey,” Foggy said, holding up his hands. “Calm down, Matt. There’s no point jumping to conclusions when you said it yourself - you don’t know what’s going on.”

“What’s going on is that she lied-”

“Yes, and you knew that she was lying. But your gut said she was a good person. Trust that instinct. At least until you have proof otherwise.”

Matt took a couple of deep breaths and paced in front of the windows. Foggy perched on the arm of the sofa and watched him. Calina’s eyes were now closed, her head resting against the wall, as if she had nothing better to do than take a quick nap.

But the tension in her frame betrayed her. She was awake. And listening to every word.

“Who are you, Calina?” he asked, coming to a stop in front of her. He nudged her bound legs with his foot. “Answer me. Is that even your real name?”

She opened her eyes and peered up at him. “Yes,” she said simply.

“Calina Balashova. 26 years old,” he said waiting for confirmation.

“Yes,” she repeated.

“But you’re not a college grad from Illinois.”

She shrugged.

Matt suddenly remembered something Yelena had said. “What’s a Widow?”

Calina raised an eyebrow and spread her hands as much as she could, as if to say ‘you’re looking at one.’

“Did you say ‘Widow’?” Foggy asked. “Like Black Widow?”

Matt frowned. “The Avenger?”

“Yeah. She’s Russian too. Natasha something. Could be a coincidence, but…”

“But maybe not,” Matt finished.

“I’ll check the web, see if there’s anything about her background,” Foggy offered. He headed over to his dropped briefcase, but paused by the couch. “What’s this?” He picked up the object Calina had dropped earlier. It seemed to be a tablet based on the size and shape. 

“Calina brought it with her. Why? What’s on it?”

“I don’t know. It’s got all these tabs - ‘Diagnostics. Settings. Files’. And some biometric data. It looks like its monitoring Calina’s vitals.”

“Calina’s?”

“Yeah, her picture is here. And it says ‘Widow 118’ underneath. And…” Foggy’s heart rate spiked.

“What?” Matt said, his own heart picking up in response. “What else?”

“There’s some boxes on the right. They’re mostly labelled in Russian but one at the bottom is in English. It says ‘Mission parameters’ and underneath…”

“What. Spit it out, Foggy.”

“It says: Assassinate the Governor of New York.”

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CHAPTER 17

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[katyspersonal]

I've thought of something!

Not only Damian uses A Call Beyond and Choir Bell (tools of the Choir), but he also uses Loch Shield and Blacksky Eye (both are tools found in Research Hall)! Blacksky Eye is also used by that white church woman near Surgery Altar. They're the only characters using that tool in general

That's just interesting since Research Hall is what Choir's base USED to be! Loch Shield is said to later have been distributed to the prospectors of Isz, that Damian likely is as he is a summon there, but paired with the eye? It starts to feel like him being old enough to be one of the first people in the Healing Church (if not one of the OG Byrgenwerth scholars) isn't a far stretch after all!