[ Snow is the worst on his senses, blanketing everything in a thick layer of cold and wet and bright, shiny white (or so he's told.) The point is it makes stealthing rather hard. His steps crunch in the ice no matter how light, and it makes sensing his surroundings a bit harder too. So while Matt is out in the Hinterlands delivering a message or tracking some renegade mage, he comes across, what else, but a large amount of bears. Sleeping, fortunately, but by the time the wind shifts and he picks up the smell, well, he's rather close. And you know how it is with bears. All it takes is one broken branch, one snapped twig-- maybe it wasn't even his fault. Maybe it was yours. ]
Ah, merde.
[ Time to start fighting. Or running. Probably running. ]
3. Free Bird!
[ You think finding a raven in the snow amid a group of ravens is hard, try being blind. Actually, on the contrary, Matt has an incredibly easy time of finding Leliana's raven (no other bird carries quite the same amount of Orlesian perfumes, that's for sure,) but given that his proficiency in the task is, well... less than likely, he's been assigned to the task with someone else. You, perhaps.
Of course, just because he can sniff it out doesn't mean they're going to have much luck in grabbing the escaped bird. He's a bard after all, he's armed himself with a lute just as well as a few daggers. He starts to play a tune-- to somewhat varied success. Too bad he doesn't know any songs that make birds dance or anything like that... because he really has no interest in getting covered in bird shit. ]
4. Cake Boss
[ Rather unfortunately for Matt, his sense of taste is just as acute as his hearing. What this means is that when he expressed disinterest at one of the baker's use of goose eggs versus hens in their cake, he found himself suddenly playing test-tester to about a million different pies, tarts, and all manner of sweet, delicious (and not so delicious) baked goods. For a blind guy who values secrecy, this is a nightmare. For an Orlesian bard, this is a setback of the most embarrassing kind. He has a job to do, but they'll hear nothing of it, just keep shoving cakes in his direction. ]
Help. [ He reaches out, grabbing the arm of the nearest person with an almost alarming precision. ] Please help me.
5. Wilcard
[ Aaaanything else, I am totally down for it! Feel free to check out Matt's app for his backstory and we can hash something out. ]
Matt Murdock | Daredevil (DA AU)
[ Snow is the worst on his senses, blanketing everything in a thick layer of cold and wet and bright, shiny white (or so he's told.) The point is it makes stealthing rather hard. His steps crunch in the ice no matter how light, and it makes sensing his surroundings a bit harder too. So while Matt is out in the Hinterlands delivering a message or tracking some renegade mage, he comes across, what else, but a large amount of bears. Sleeping, fortunately, but by the time the wind shifts and he picks up the smell, well, he's rather close. And you know how it is with bears. All it takes is one broken branch, one snapped twig-- maybe it wasn't even his fault. Maybe it was yours. ]
Ah, merde.
[ Time to start fighting. Or running. Probably running. ]
3. Free Bird!
[ You think finding a raven in the snow amid a group of ravens is hard, try being blind. Actually, on the contrary, Matt has an incredibly easy time of finding Leliana's raven (no other bird carries quite the same amount of Orlesian perfumes, that's for sure,) but given that his proficiency in the task is, well... less than likely, he's been assigned to the task with someone else. You, perhaps.
Of course, just because he can sniff it out doesn't mean they're going to have much luck in grabbing the escaped bird. He's a bard after all, he's armed himself with a lute just as well as a few daggers. He starts to play a tune-- to somewhat varied success. Too bad he doesn't know any songs that make birds dance or anything like that... because he really has no interest in getting covered in bird shit. ]
4. Cake Boss
[ Rather unfortunately for Matt, his sense of taste is just as acute as his hearing. What this means is that when he expressed disinterest at one of the baker's use of goose eggs versus hens in their cake, he found himself suddenly playing test-tester to about a million different pies, tarts, and all manner of sweet, delicious (and not so delicious) baked goods. For a blind guy who values secrecy, this is a nightmare. For an Orlesian bard, this is a setback of the most embarrassing kind. He has a job to do, but they'll hear nothing of it, just keep shoving cakes in his direction. ]
Help. [ He reaches out, grabbing the arm of the nearest person with an almost alarming precision. ] Please help me.
5. Wilcard
[ Aaaanything else, I am totally down for it! Feel free to check out Matt's app for his backstory and we can hash something out. ]