Forgive me father (OPEN!!!)

[Jane Corsiek]

Jane stared up at the stone structure before her, its doming door ways and peeking towers bringing back memories of home and of her past. She blinked once, getting the rain away from her eyes. It had been pouring all day, though she barely noticed. She barely noticed the people scurrying about her with umbrellas and rain coats while she stood, exposed, in her leather trench coat and dark blue jeans.
She took in a deep breath and started inside, the morning mass already over with. She had never really been religious, though her needed a pure mind for at least a moment before going back home.
She ran her fingers through her hair as she step inside, making the floor shade a bit darker when the water touched it.
She looked up, the rain still trailing down her face as she spotted a priest. Without missing a beat she moved for the confessional to start the routine of forgive me father, for I have sinned. This visit was shorter then the others.
Before the priest even gave her her penitence she was out of the confessional and heading out the door.
She looked over her shoulder when she hear him scuffling behind her. "I dont need forgiveness, father." She said with a kind smile. "I'm only human." she added as she trailed out the door, leaving the man with a dumbfounded look.
The rain had lightened up to a low mist as she came outside. She flicked her jacket back behind her as she got onto her bike, making it flow like a shadow.
She started to put on her helmet when she heard a familiar voice. She looked over her shoulder calmly.

[Daredevil]

They call it " Clinton " now, somehow that wasn't right.

He landed. The sloppy puddles splashed against his leg but he didn't stop running. Booted heels came up the ground, knees hitting his chest as he pumped his defined legs across the black top. Sundays. He closed the distance between he and the bells further North. St. Mary's Cathedriel dominated the skyline of the midtown west side neighborhood, of which though townies begun to move up and Starbucks sprung up like roots in every corner, was still as much as a working class neighborhood that Matt pretended it to be.

It was a lie he could tell himself in comfort.

He sprung from the ledge, into the air. His hand gripped the billy club sheath as his feet laid perpendicular to his head, legs joined parallel as he somersaulted into the empty air, one arm gripped tight around the back of his legs. He released the wound position. His body steered his fall down between the cayons of tenaments and above the alleyways before he pushed down the button of the gas propelled line that ejected out of the hallow steel tube. The steel cable grew taut, caught around a cell phone tower, as he plummeted further. The momentum of his fall, position of his graceful form and a helpful toss his legs forward created an arch, saving him from certain death on the streets below and giving him a lifting push forward over the rooftops. A moment of weightlessness passed. The force unsnarled the line wrapped around tower, whipping it wildly over his head.

He spied his landing. His body grew tight, knees to his sides, arms out to absorb the impact of the sudden contact with the elevated ground, mentally preparing himself to continue his sprint forward. He hit the ground with a thin click as booted heels hit the floor. He caught himself, one hand on the floor as his body acted on his mental directives. Pushing ever forward. Ever fast towards the opposite edge. He flipped, caught the ledge and spun towards a fire escape. Flipping on the ledge, he leaped onto the sill opposite from the building. The uncoiled steel line was used as a whip of sorts, tossed up to wrap around another tower. He leapt off the sill and swung, this time using his legs a little more to ensure that he would get a higher release. He caught the ledge of the adjecent building just barely and pulled himself up.

In the shadow of St. Mary's, he stood and approached slowly towards the edge once again. The bells were now a cacophony to his ears. An act of violence on his mind that he had to filter out. Concentrate. Bring his heightened superhuman sense to a point.

" Forgive me father..." He whispered and crossed himself

[Jane Corsiek]

Jane waited. There was no one in view... but she had heard someone, she knew it. She looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun. At first sight she thought he was a gargoyle.... then a jumper.
She moved quickly into the shadow of the church and once again looked up. What in the world was that? A red puff ball at the top of the church?.... She thought about taking her gun and firing ONLY as a warning shot to make the thing move, but then realized she was still at the church, a place of peace and it wasnt a good idea to disrupt that.

[Daredevil]

He slipped inside. His feet made no noise as he approached quietly and shimmed down a pillar to the organist balcony. He landed upon the soft wooden railing, billy club hoisted in the air as he reeled back the line. It was silent save for his own breath. The heavy fortified walls were a quiet place within the city. Always too busy to attend, but he always made those trips afterwards. Occasionally, he would head to the confessors both, but now he heard no heartbeat save for his own.

He'd thought he'd enjoy the quiet.

Suddenly a faint thump interrupted him as he mused. A presence as it entered. He listen quietly below as the door opened.

[Jane Corsiek]

(I'm runnin' out of ideas *laughs*)

Jane corked a brow. She was intrigued and thus was going to play the snoop and follow. She stayed out from his view, freezing when he did, hiding when he turned, and so forth.... but yet he still seemed to know she was there... even more amusing to her.
She leaned against the wall, watching him for a moment and then tapped her foot to get his attention.

[Daredevil]

" I didn't know that they allowed guns in a place of worship. "

He alluded to her weapon but made no motion toward her.

" I assume that you have a license to hoist that thing. "

He reached for his steath club.

" You wouldn't want me to assume otherwise. " He said.

(Sorry. I wasn't clear on where everyone was. )

[Jane Corsiek]

Jane corked a brow. "I didnt know they allow Devils in the church." She said, throwing his statement back at him with a twist.
"Look, I'm not going to fight you and yes I have the right to hold this gun." She added as she leaned off the wall and watched his hand, making sure he wasnt going to strike her without a reason.
"I'm merely intrigued." She said with a shrug, being honest. She knew of a few heroes in these parts, mainly through the government research into them, she was great at getting the hidden files with her government ID pass, but she was still lured into really getting to see these people in action. She leaned her shoulder on the wall again, leaning next to a basin of holy water.

[jean]

Ms. marvel kicked at the man that had tried to shoot her and broke his nose with her jabbing fist. This day had started out as such a peaceful day and had gone into a cat fight with two men that were trying to kill each other. Now that Ms. marvel had stepped in the two men were now trying to fight her. Now that the one mans nose was broken it sort of took him out of the fight. So, Carol turned in time to see a bat coming down onto her shoulder and fell to the ground. At this time a few other people had joined in on the fight. They thought that, just because she was down, Ms. marvel was helpless. Carol quickly stood and ran through the alley way to see a church sitting right beside it. "Oh, why a church" she muttered as she ran into the lawn. Looking over her shoulder, Ms. marvel, found that the men had gotten bats and pipes and other stuff to hit her with. Looking back toward the church, Carol, noticed that the superhero Daredevil and one of his friends where standing by the church. "Here. Take one." Ms. marvel said this while turning around and picking two of the punks up and tossing them to Daredevil's friend. Then she turned again and tossed some to Daredevil himself. Now only leaving two for her, Ms. marvel, knocked one of them out by using his pole to hit him atop the head. Then she flung the other one over the street that lade beside them and he ran off. Now all that she did was watch to see how the two people finished the other punks.


((I hope it is OK that I came into this post. And sorry for bringing punks to. I couldn't think of anything better to do))

[Daredevil]

His brow forrowed deep.

" Company "

He unleased himself from the balcony, down into the center aile as Ms. Marvel barrowed thorough. She was outnumbered and seemingly outgun, though why a former adventure who could ball up tanks would be running from a bunch of street thugs with bats and pipes was anyone's guess. His body folded. His knees sucked to his chest before uncoiling as his tossed his shoulder to the right. His legs went straight and as he came down for a landing he tilted his feet down. He hit the ground and immidately fell into a crouch, slipping a billy club from the sheath.

" You come here. " He growled, rolled and released the tube down the center aisle, winging it past Ms. Marvel's head and into the face of an approaching hood. Not hesitating for a moment, he leapt towards one of the pulpit. He seemed to float over the top of the seat supports, nimble as he gracefully ran atop of them with a hand around his second club. " To God's house ". He leapt from the top of the support, spun his leg around and crashed it into the jaw of another nameless thug. He felt the bone pop out of place. " in my kitchen ". His radar senses sparked, giving him a 360 degree advantage. He felt the air move around a figure as he tried to approach from behind. He heard the heartbeat of another one as he lifted his arms over his head to swing his club a few feet in front of him.

The term " Fish in a bucket " sprung to mind.

He leapt back, giving himself room from the swinging club as it came down. He step back, hearing the man's breath behind him like an exhaust tank releasing carbon dioxide. A few more seconds. He stepped back. He heard the muscles bucnh of the hoodlum in front of him as he prepared to swing. Time slowed. A split second was all it took as the bat cut thorough the air. Daredevil launched himself to the floor. He heard the bat connect against the soft tissue of the antecedant man's collar. He took advantage of the hoodlum's surprise, tripping him with a sweep. " And bring this! " He stood up, launched himself at another one. His fist connected with the man's face, breaking his noise.

" Now I'm mad. " He growled.

[Jane Corsiek]

Jane simply moved to the side when the boy was tossed at her. At first she didnt know what was going on, but it quickly set in that this new woman had frightened the bums into the church. She heard Ms. Marvel's words and sighed... so much for a day off to confess.
She quickly drew her gun, pointing it at the boy.
"Unlike the devil over there I will kill you in the house of God if needed." she said calmly to him, her voice never flinching and her arm and aim steady. "So take a seat and watch the show or I'll more then willingly give you a new hole to puff smoke from."
At first the man seemed as if he were going to bolt for the door or hurt Jane... then settled down when she thingyed the gun and titled her head slightly, making sure he got the picture that she wasnt joking. He slowly slid down the wall until his butt touched the floor.
"Hands where I can see them." she added, noticing he was playing with someone in his pocket.
She kept an eye on him, while watching the others as well in case they needed help.

[Daredevil]

His violence follows a rhythm. The small baton worked like short escrima sticks. His ninjutsu training made him nimble. His use of acrobatics confused and confounded his enemies. He moved like a red blur. His clubs worked like extensions of his hands, taking out knees, arm and fingers. He aimed for joints, easiest way to disarm someone. A strike to the wrist, back of the hand, fingers would ensure that they drop whatever weapon they had in a hurry. Arm/leg joints either stopped them from striking or rob them of mobility.

The term " fish in a bucket " slips into his head again.

The last one down made a guttural groan. Daredevil stood humbly triumphant. " Are we done here? " he asked the room in general. " I want to get these pieces of trash out of my church and out of my kitchen. "

[jean]

Ms. marvel flew through the air as a black and yellow blur and got all of the men into one big pile. "Ha! I think we are." These are the words that came out of Ms. marvels mouth as she picked them all up and started to walk. She looked back and said to the man and the women these words. "See ya around and thanks for the help."

((Thanks for letting me RP with you guy and girl. But I must be off.))

((Leaves this thread))

[Jane Corsiek]

Jane watched as the men were hauled off. Well, this turned out to be a weird day. Her min echoed.

[Daredevil]

Matt struck the back of a pulpit sit to survey the damage. He groaned and pinched the center of his nose bridge. " Wonderful. She comes in, wrecks the place and then leaves. " He turned his head to face the gun-wielding possibly federal agent. " And she's an Avenger. " He added. A smile brushed against his face. In the distance, sirens began to blare. His cue to exist. He picked up his club, slipped it into it's sheath and headed for the door.

" Spider-Man would usually say something funny here. I'll just ask you to stay safe and keep trouble out of my neighborhood. " His hand clutched the hallow club and pointed it up. He pressed the button, releasing the metal coil and pulled himself forward and up and into the sky. The sun was now shining. The rain had given way. The morning felt bright and as so his mood elevated. Matt headed south and disappeared between the buildings.

( I would recommend that this thread go closey now)