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Elektra Natchios	She'd sent word ahead. And a car. Elektra was well aware of the firm's finances, and those of its employees, and if she wanted Foggy Nelson to arrive on any sort of time, the car was expedient. She, herself, had gone on ahead.     There were five properties she was currently looking at, but this one showed the most immediate promise, and as such, was the best to sell her idea with. Yet /another/ idea to sell. Though at this point she couldn't say why these humanitarian efforts were becoming so important to her, despite her pithy 'It's not goodbye, it's till we meet again' thrown at Matt Murdock the last time they'd met.     The urges were bbecoming something of an obsession. Which, alone, should have raised her own inner red flags.. and yet, hadn't.     But that was neither here, nor there. She'd dragged Foggy out, and she intended to not only go through the motions, but to make a concerted case for herself here. That she had the Foundation papers with her to deliver was just icing on the cake.     As she waits, she pulls the lapels of her very expensive and very understated coat closer to herself.
Foggy Nelson	Foggy was hesitant about the car being sent for him. He was hesitant about dealing with Elektra. His partner hadn't exactly reacted well to her overtures or efforts to gentrify herself. Matt was a great judge of character, even if he hadn't met with Elektra, in who knows how long. At least, that was Foggy's read of things. But an invitation was issued and a car was sent. Foggy at least decided to explore whatever was on offer this time around. He enjoyed the ride to Gotham, even if it was a ride to Gotham. As a native New Yorker, Foggy hated the idea of crossing the river. He hated New Jersey. He hated Gotham. It made Clinton, also known as Hell's Kitchen, look good, and that was saying something. He wasn't sure why she had him brought to West Side in Burnley. The driver had a gun on him. A big guy, some African accent, and he looked prepared. But the car was nice. A brand new black Lexus LX with tinted windows. He felt like he was a politician being protected by the Secret Service. Emerging from the vehicle, he opened the door himself to find the driver had gone around, intending to open it for him, he saw Elektra, "hello, so... how was your day?" Yeah, he was trying to make light of it, like this was normal for him. Yeah, he drove around in hundred thousand dollar vehicles all the time. And his bow tie was crooked.
Elektra Natchios	All the little faux pas got an eyebrow lift from the woman as she watched. She'd heard the car from a block away - not that the motor was loud and obnoxious; the opposite, in fact. The absence of the usual noises, and the smooth purr of the thing had alerted her that it was nearby. She'd smiled to herself, noting that Matt would have likely noticed before she had.     Once Foggy has extricated himself from the car, and the driver has returned to his seat, she smiles. "My day?" Elektra turns from Foggy and looks out over the property.     It's rundown as one might expect. Grasses and weeds have run rampant about the building that would need more than a little tender loving care to bring baack to life. But that's of little import. In her vision, and with enough money thrown at it to expedite the process, a newer, better building could be standing in its place. The gardens would be neat and trim. And most of all, she'd be beginning to make a statement.     "What do you think? Do you know, these old homes come with lovely extra sized lots. You can't even split them. Nobody wants theese properties. So they sit, and become silent sentinels to the ravaging of the streets around them."     Now she turns, offering him a smile. "I'm well. Come, let me fix your tie."
Foggy Nelson	"Yes, I'd like to know," he adds about her day, and is a little saddened when all she says on the subject is that she's well. She was not the most forthcoming of people, while Foggy, when he wasn't being guarded, was among the most forthcoming. There was nothing about his life that his friends didn't know. He would talk about any subject. He would talk about talking about a subject. He was so open and earnest. He had no secrets, and if he did, he hid them so well that no one suspected he was capable of having them. He nodded at her offer to fix his tie, and those delicate hands, hands that had committed unspeakable harm, had somehow managed to retain their soft and tenderness. Her movements were precise, reaching for the red and yellow bow tie, more of a burgundy and a mustard colour, like House Gryffindor in Harry Potter... which was somehow fitting. Foggy was very much of the vein of Neville Longbottom, so often overlooked, but having as much potential to be the one, as Harry himself. Foggy lifted his neck to allow her better sight as she fixed his tie, with those delicate, little fingers. She had so much power in them, and yet, they were soft to the touch. He knew this from when their fingers had met the last time they met, and again now as he reached up to button his jacket, which had been open for the car ride. For a brief moment, his fingers brushed against hers, and it sent an electric chill through him. His cheeks flushing in reaction, he tried to pivot back to the property, "I think they should be condemned. I think they should be rebuilt. And I think they should be provided to people who need decent housing, the way they did in Salt Lake City." Yeah, he'd done his homework. "The municipal government in Utah's capital bought a number of properties, had some remodelled, and even a few built for the poor, trying to get people off the streets and into a position where they can become productive members of society." "Of course, it's not perfect, there's far from a 100% success rate, but every person they get back on their feet is another potential taxpayer. Preventative measures aren't sexy, they don't get you on the front page, but they work. Once people become homeless, they get sucked into a vicious downward spiral. Efforts like that combat it, and sometimes can even reverse that trajectory." Clearing his throat, "but, uh, why am I here? And you look lovely today. Nice coat."
Elektra Natchios	Yes, her fingers are nimble. And soft where one might expect hard. It was just another of those contradictions about her. When she's done straightening his tie, Elektra pats the front of his shirt and declares, "That's much better."     Unlike Foggy, she's all secrets. Even her secrets have secrets. One might wonder if she's even capable of being unveiled and open. One suspects she doesn't even remember how to let people in anymore. Though she once did.. or so Foggy might think. She and Matt had been more than an item. More than close. By her own admission, she'd loved him. Unless that had been a lie.     With Elektra, one never knew.     His litany of what to do with the property brings a smile to her lips. "Interesting that you should say that. Would it surprise you that I've thought the very same thing?" She nods, gesturing he should follow. "come, I want to show you something."
Foggy Nelson	"Oh?" He says, surprised that she thought the same thing. He followed her on, travelling up the path to the entrance to the property. He imagined she had keys to look around, otherwise, they'd spend a lot of time looking around the exterior of the building, and not much else. "There's an old saying about Greeks bearing gifts, but I trust you," he didn't, but he was trying to keep an open mind, "so, what's up?" Yeah, Foggy was every bit the loyal friend that would follow Frodo into the fires of Mount Doom. He even liked chips, nice and golden brown.
Elektra Natchios	Elektra's smile is a light thing, and if he notices, it actually reaches her eyes. "Well, I suppose you could consider the house something of a Trojan Horse, but you're coming to my house, so I think the analogy falls flat."     She gestures that he should follow her as she opens the gate to the property - unlocked, the lock too rusty to be of any use, and long ago broken and left as a lost cause. "You needn't sound so surprised. I'm not entirely as dark as your partner would paint me. I have my moments. But yes, I was thinking those very thoughts. How these properties are sitting useless, only contributing to the downfall of the neighbourhoods they're in."
Foggy Nelson	Foggy's smile is a bright thing, and if she doesn't notice, she must be as blind as Matt Murdock. "As if often the case with my analogies. I really do need to practice on them. Just like me that one time I tried a self-defence course. I would up flat on my back... a lot. In fact, I think my right shoulder still hurts from when Chi-Shung knocked me down." He misremembered the name of his instructor. "And I think we all have dark and light sides to us. Just takes the right opportunity, the right moment, and sometimes the right person, to send us one way, or the other. Personally, I don't tan well. I get burnt. But I'm always as close to the light as I can be, right there, under my umbrella, with my toes sticking into the pure white light." Really, he was almost entirely in the light, with maybe his toes actually in the shade, but he messed up metaphors as much as he did analogies. "But, sounds like you're ready to put your money to some very good use. How can I help?"
Elektra Natchios	There's a light, dismissive shrug from the woman, Elektra pausing to pull a late blooming flower from the cluster scattered amid the weeds, the only bright spots of colour in this otherwise drab place. The property reflecting the neighbourhood around it, sitting in the shadows of hovering industrialization and the ever-present threat of crime. Even the windows of the house were grimed and shuttered, a literal closing of eyes against the truths around it.     "I was hoping a second pair of eyes, and someone who might see my vision. It's all well and good to send representatives, but there's something about someone not paid to tell you your ideas are good."     She turns and smiles, though the gesture is lost in drawing the pale yellow bloom up to her nose to sniff at it. "I will, however, pay you for your time. I'm not so crass as to think your efforts have no value."
Foggy Nelson	Foggy raised his hand, "really, there is no need. I'm here... as a friend." Yeah, that even sounded a little strange to him, but he was finding he genuinely enjoyed her company, plus, there was the ride in the brand new SUV. "And this place could use a makeover." The sight of her with the flower did not go unnoticed. He smiled at her gesture. "It could work. I don't want to quote memes to you, but a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."
Elektra Natchios	There's that tinkle of laughter that accompanies her. Its richness rolling between them, the notes of it perfect for this place. "Oh, hardly. I may not be irredeemable, but I wouldnt say I'm redeemed."     The flower is twirled in her fingers, the bloom spinning gently until the petals are almost indistinct from one another.     "No, I insist. You will be paid. This will not be a singular visit. What I need requires more than that."     The spinning of the bloo is stopped as she gestures with it towards the corners of the property, and the house itself. "This property is for sale. The ones on either side may be leveragable as well. Their owners aren't using them, and for the right price, they may be willing to be relieved of them. Regardless, there's enough room here if we tear down the existing building and replace it with something larger - more mordern - and turn this into something of a.. well, I was thinking a group home. Or a community Centre. A start. The details.. well, what do you think?"     She turns her smile upon him, as though she hasn't an itemized list of what she plans in mind already and is merely letting him believe he's contributing more deeply. It's a clever manipulatoin, and a harmless one as such goes, but a manipulation nonetheless.
Foggy Nelson	Foggy tried not to make an audible phew. He could use the money. He just wanted to do the polite thing and refuse her offer the first time. "Well, far be it for me to resist Elektra Natchios." He knew better. "Either would work, but, I guess it really depends on how much money you're looking to spend on the project." He eyed the two properties, and while he was no architect, he had a decent mind when it came to spacing. He took a few steps back, trying to get a better picture, "yeah, I mean, you'd have to consult with an architect, but you might be able to fit a high rise in here, with a community centre on the main floor, maybe the first couple, and housing above." Eyeing an adjacent property that was across the street, "could even inquire about that one over there. It'd be great for a park, playground, something like that? Maybe build an overpass, or an underpass... of course, like everything else, it all comes down to how much you want to spend."
Elektra Natchios	As he speaks, her keen gaze takes in the spaces and fits them to her vision. "I have more money than God, Foggy. It's hardly an impediment." She shrugs and looks about again. "The trick would be to tender the bids on properties from different sources, or in tandem. I wouldn't want to hike the price on one, causing a holdout. It would ruin the entire plan.."     But the idea does take hold and she nods. "How much to hire you to co-ordinate the purchases? The entire block. To put that vision into motion? I'm talking your fee right now, though I suppose you'll need to speak to Matt about it, knowing you. Even if it's an advisory position I'm looking at. I have lawyers to do the legal work, so you can at least be honest about that."
Foggy Nelson	Foggy made a delayed sound, more of an 'erring' than anything, but not an actual word. "Well, Matt... wasn't too fond of the foundation idea. So, this, this is kind of... I don't know. A solo thing for now. I guess. I'm just trying to be fair. It's, it's difficult." She was a potential client, but she was also a 'friend of the firm' so to speak, so he could afford to be a little candid. "But this will be good for the community. We'll talk, and if the wining and dining, the car, and such is any indication, I doubt you'll be worried about our fee. Plus, the more money than God." He smiled to her. Damn, she was easy to get along with. He could see why Matt was a moth drawn to her fire.
Elektra Natchios	Elektra chuckles, and holds the flower out to him. "No. Matt was not impressed with the idea of the Foundation. He seems to think I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing. Or the snake in the garden. Whichever."     She pauses, considering a thought, though she does not express it in the end, moving along to other things instead. "Solo is acceptable. I have no desire to come between you and your partner, but as you say, this will be good for the community. It's really time someone did something more than complain that they're an eyesore and a breeding ground for crime."
Foggy Nelson	And that was Foggy's motivation. He loved Matt like a brother. He loved working with him. But if Matt was too prideful to accept help, when people's lives would be improved, well, Foggy would have a hard time getting on board with that. So what if Elektra was dubious at best. If her cheques cleared and people benefited, Foggy was okay with it. He wasn't okay with being used as a front, helping some to hurt others, so he was wary, he was guarded, he would fight if he had to when it came down to the actual contracts, but for now, there was no harm in exploring things. He bent down to give a sniff of the flower held out to him, "lovely," he commented. "And that's a commendable attitude. I can't say what the future will hold between you and Matt. I can guess why you're interested in our firm. But, I think I can say that you've got a friend in me."
Elektra Natchios	If she'd expected Foggy to merely sniff the flower, and not take it, Elektra doesn't show it, instead breaking the flower off a couple inchees down the stem and reaching for his coat, slipping the bloom into an empty buttonhold, then patting his chest. "There. Now you look better."     Her hand lingers as she smiles at him. "Ah, the answer as to why your firm? The answer is quite simple. I can trust you are absolutely and positively inviobable. There is not doubt in my mind that Matt cannot be corrupted. I want that. I want to be able to trust that all things forward on these projects are above board and unable to be called into question."     She might not be the nicest of people, but one can say this: she does few things in half-measures, and this is no exception.
Foggy Nelson	It's a little sad that 'Matt cannot be corrupted'. Once again, Foggy is chopped liver. It was his lot in life. But at least he now got to sport a flower in his lapel. How's that for chopped liver? Oh right, he's the kind of person who would be played by Jack Black in the movie version, not the Jude Law one. "Well, I'm glad you feel that way."
Elektra Natchios	Elektra's lips hover over a smile. "Oh, don't look so disappointed, Foggy. I need you. Matt would say no. We both know this. Where else would I find a firm willing to put the good of others ahead of profit and drawn out legal processes?"
Foggy Nelson	Foggy nods, "it's nice to be needed," even if once again, he's viewed as the lesser partner. He worries that's exactly what he is. The plus one. The sidekick. The guy next to that hot, sexy, legal genius, who also happens to moonlight as a supreme martial artist. Foggy goes home and eats a jelly doughnut. Matt has women like Elektra falling over themselves for him. Foggy hasn't had a date in longer than he'd care to admit. But it was nice to be needed.
Elektra Natchios	The interplay of things across his visage isn't missed by Elektra, though she doesn't address it. She can imagine where it stems from. She's not blind. Though the truth is, were he to know it, this stopped being about Matt a long time ago. Perhaps even before she knew he'd turned down the idea of the Foundation. Despite what either laywer might thing, the two things - her lingering desire for what she couldn't have, and these humanitarian efforts - didn't overlap. In fact, in many ways, they couldn't. She'd heard Matt's message loud and clear: If things deviated even the minutest from a carefully circumscribed path, he'd dissolve the firm. Not that Foggy was aware. And while it would be little to sever the two, and take Foggy under her wing, placing him where his career could saor without being in Matt's shadow, it was another of those humanitarian gestures that she realized it wasn't where his heart lay.     Perhaps it was that 'avacados at law' that told her so.     "There are two sets of folders in the car waiting for you. One are the legal papers for the Foundation. The other is what I've already gathered on this project here. I'll leave both in your hands. You have my number."
Foggy Nelson	The Avacados at Law, as far as Foggy is concerned, are forever. He knows nothing of Matt's plans to dissolve the firm in the event of... so he's carrying along, blissfully ignorant, assuming his friend and partner is with him to the bitter end. If Matt and Foggy were gay, they'd be together. Or, actually, Matt could do so much better than Foggy. Oh, him and those analogies, metaphors, he made a face at his own stray thought, and chances are, Elektra had no clue whatsoever why he was making that face. Clearing it up, he smiled to her. "Well, it sounds like we have a plan. The foundation... it, yeah, it's going to take some doing. I'll have to look over those folders. But, how about dinner, tonight?" Was he talking about to discuss their plans? Or was he just asking her out to dinner? And if it were the later, where the hell did that come from?
Elektra Natchios	There's a delicate arch of brow from the woman, Elektra pausing to consider the ramifications of what he's proposing. Or, more rightly, the possible intentions of it.     Still, there's a negligent shrug of shoulders and a measured smile, "Dinner sounds lovely. Where shall we meet, and what attire should I expect?"
Foggy Nelson	Foggy got this strange, mischievous smile on his face. He was throwing himself out there, trying to be adventurous, and offered, "How about Central Park's East Meadow, near Mount Sinai," a hospital, "and bring some athletic gear. We'll eat afterwards, so, uh, how about 7 o'clock?" The meeting place was a nice walk to Steep Rock Bouldering, a rock climbing place that he had been a couple of times. But he wasn't ready to tell her about that. He was trying. Maybe a little too hard. But his heart was in the right place.
Elektra Natchios	He earns himself a look of surprise for that. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" The amusement in her is clear in both look and voice. "Oh, my dear Foggy. Always with the unexpected. Consider it a date. I'll see you then."
Foggy Nelson	"I'm not sure, maybe. I guess you're going to have to find out." He knew he'd never compete with her at it, but he was figuring that it might be fun, even if he did probably make a fool of himself. Thankfully, he wasn't a total novice. "Until then." And he looked at the car, "so, uh, do I take your car back, did you drive?" He wasn't sure how she got her. His 'car' was still out at the front, waiting.
Elektra Natchios	"Hrm?" The negligence of Elektra's reply came with ease. "Oh, the car? The driver will see you home. I've other plans."     She doesn't elucidate upon them.     "Till tonight, then?"